I just love Merlin.

I don't know how to describe this week's episode but SQUEEEEE!
I've never been very coherent but this is an all time low. And I don't care. My love and squee aren't rational. They just are *g*

Need more Merlin icons. Also need to make a Waily!Feegle icon. Most of all need to talk normal again.

See http://ridicully.dreamwidth.org/246066.html to comment.

My leg feels better this morning! And miraculously I am not hung over from last night. (Uh, Jean, I totally meant to email you but then I fell asleep. :/ )

So I just made the MOST DELICIOUS OMELETTE EVER.

Here's how you do it:

Fry some bacon and set the bacon aside. (This is the traditional start of every southern recipe ever.)

Into the bacon fat put chopped up leftover french fries and onion straws (like onion rings, only not rings) from last night's meal.

Fry until crispy!

Add two beaten eggs. Cook. Flip! Sprinkle with cheese and then cook some more.

Consider briefly photographing it for your blog before being so enticed by the omelette that you go NOM NOM NOM instead. With bacon.

The recipes tag on this post is very much in airquotes. "Recipes".

As a follow-up to yesterday's Fest Mod Drinking Game, Rosy suggested adding,

Take two drinks every time a participant doesn't meet the prompt.

I'd also add,

Take two drinks every time someone decides that fandom isn't fun anymore/they've got a "real life" now that's cooler than fandom/they're too busy for fandom/they've got a new SO and so they're dropping out of fandom less than two weeks after assignments have been sent out (you would think that would be rare, but actually, it happened in Snupin Santa both last year and this year).

In other news, Mr. T is a spokesman for World of Warcraft, and they just launched a new in-game item called a "Mohawk Grenade" (official game info with a link to a Mr. T promo commercial here. I have screen caps of my Blood Elf Death Knight meeting the legendary Mohawk and buying the grenades.

( Night Elf Mohawk )

Title: Boggart
Author: alisanne
Pairing: Neville Longbottom/Surprise!
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Warnings: Silliness, AU
Beta: sevfan
Challenge: Written for neville100's prompt #96: Boggart
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
A/N: First time with this pairing, be gentle. ;)

( Boggart )

Love the new behind-the-scenes HBP pics!

Naturally, ( it's caption time )

xposted to IJ and LJ

Word count: 137.

I've wanted to do one of these about you from the beginning, but I think I've been putting it off because I'm not sure what I'm going to write. It's not that I don't have anything to say about you, or that I don't have plenty of thoughts and feelings about you. But those thoughts and feelings are complex and multi-layered, and you're complex and multi-layered, and I'm not sure where to start.

Perhaps it's easiest to begin with the music angle, because I knew you as a musician before I knew you as a friend. I've always thought you were a very talented musician with a amazing voice. Over time I came to see the genuine love you have for it -- for the music itself, and the creation of it. I think you're one of those people who makes music because you just can't not make music; it's just an intrinsic part of who and what you are.

I'm grateful that I've had the opportunity to get to know you beyond that, however, because you're one of the most singular and original individuals I've met -- and I've known a lot of unusual folks. There's just no one else out there remotely like you. You're intelligent, diverse, witty, fun, loyal, determined, and about a zillion other adjectives I could list. But listing them is fairly pointless, because a collection of words can't adequately describe the overall sense of you that exists in my head. So, er, I might as well just stop trying and tell you that you're seriously awesome and totally one of the cool kids. ;)

If you don't know what the heck this is all about, the explanation is here.

R came over this evening. I give you your nightly quote:

R: Oh, so, you gotta see these shoes I bought from this guy.
Sam: Fancy shoes?
R: So fancy.
Sam: Wait, who is 'this guy'? Like, a guy at a department store? Or, ahahaha, some guy on the street?
R: YOU LAUGH BUT HE SOLD ME SOME GREAT SHOES.
Sam: You bought shoes from a random dude on the street?
R: And they are the finest footwear I have ever acquired. So, it was two in the morning, right --
Sam: You bought shoes from a random dude on a street at two in the morning.
R: HE WAS A SHOE-SHINE!

Apparently they're really nice shoes.

LOOK AT MY NEW JOURNAL HEADER ARTWORK! JUST LOOK AT IT! IT WAS DONE BY THE INCOMPARABLE MASTEROFMERCURY AND IT IS THE MOST AWESOMEST THING EVER EVER EVER! I HAVE ALWAYS WANTED TO USE IT AND TONIGHT I ASKED IF I COULD AND SHE SAID YES AND I AM HAPPY CONCEPT, HAPPY, HAPPY CONCEPT!

It is so awesome, in fact, that when she gave me permission to use it I promptly flailed and knocked over my tequila--three times.

I'm so happy it's not even funny. It's even better than seeing a house I liked. For serious. That says something about my priorities, but what the hell. It's so pretty it could even go with For a Reasonable Fee or Comes at a Cost.

This is the happiest day EVAR.

Now go read Naughty Girl. It's the teeny ficlet I did a few years ago for this pic. Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Title: Too Good to Hide
Author: alisanne
Rating: PG
Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter
Word Count: 100
Genre: Humor
Warnings: None that I am aware of.
A/N: Written for centaury_squill, who correctly guessed which fic I wrote for the snarry_ldws. Her request was Snarry, prompt: Kilt.
Beta: sevfan
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.

( Too Good to Hide )

Finished the pathfinder, both paper and web versions, and submitted 4 hours before deadline. *does happy dance* Only one more major assignment, plus a final exam, for the two LIS classes, if I remember correctly. Will double-check tomorrow. Possibly a minor thing or two as well, not sure.

Also today took SO out to lunch, went to four stores for grocery and other shopping, and made a white-bean-and-greens dish that turned out pretty well (which is good since there's like 3 or 4 more meals' worth!). Watched part of ST:XI during dinner, SO's choice.

Tomorrow: walk Juno (hopefully) and/or do some yard work, work on resume and job apps, cook for the first half of the week, talk to maternal unit, and do some reading for classes.

Other things to do over the next week: start writing holiday letter/cards, make a lot of cranberry bread, possibly bake regular bread, write/edit some fic, work on last big LIS assignment, go to the art museum, cook a lot, clean the house, and do the last course preps for the term. I was really really clever and managed to schedule things so that I don't have any grading of substance to do over Thanksgiving, go me!

Title: In The Rhythm Of Loving You
By: Bridget McKennitt
Pairing: RPS - Jared Padalecki/Jensen Ackles
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1297
Challenge: supernatural100's prompt spring
Contains: No warnings in as far I know that can't be extrapolated from the header itself. Cheerleader!Jensen, Geek!Jared
Disclaimer: Any real person, location, or organization mentioned in the story below own themselves. This is only a fictional story meant for entertainment and not intended for profit or believing the real people mentioned are like this in real life.
Author's Notes: Set a few days after Jared proposes to Jensen. Part of the Moving At Lightspeed Into Eternity verse. Masterpost with chronological order here.

In The Rhythm Of Loving You

I don't like football, except for the lulz factor that comes from men in lots of padding falling all over the place, but in this case, I wholeheartedly approve of what they're trying to sell to me!

Draco. (How can I help?)

Marik,
Come to Lake Cottage. It's urgent. Don't tell anyone, just come.
D