Wow. Has it really been two months since I last posted? Clearly, I fail at blogging.

With that in mind, here is My Life, the Short-Short Version

Fandom:

It would seem I am going to Azkatraz.

( cut for waffle )

Writing:

I've two fics in the works: one HP and one Bandom.

( cut for wibbling )

Basketball:

On June 14^th, the Los Angeles Lakers won their first NBA Finals in seven years.

( cut for sports )

Well. That's all I got for now.

Work was ridiculously slow today, and I was tired from a long weekend and also pretty much over the customers, in general, so I skipped out a little early.

About 30 minutes after I left -- which was still a good 20 minutes before I was actually scheduled off -- I got a phone call from one of my co-workers. When I picked up, she said "oh, hey, guess who was just in here."

Evidently, the answer to that question was GERARD MOTHERFUCKING WAY.

She said he had four or five guys with him, so the whole damn band might've been there. She's not sure what the band looks like, aside from him. Either way, Gerard was in my coffee shop.

Here's the lametastic part: when he was standing in my coffee shop, I was sitting at home looking at pictures of him on the internet.

OMG HOW IS THIS MY LIFE.

As threatened earlier, below follows a quick and somewhat dirty pictorial reference to the best basketball team in the history of ever.

The 2008-2009 Los Angeles Lakers

This post is image heavy. It also contains a large amount of personal canon opinions.

( who's who )



( the slashy bits are under here. click for pictures of sweaty boys touching each other inappropriately )

I LOVE THIS SPORT OMFG.

Alive!

I've got nothing to say for myself, except that I've been working a lot. Also, basketball season is coming to a close. The Lakers have made the playoffs again, which means I've been spending a bulk of my free time glued to the TV. When I'm not refreshing the basketball blogs like a complete freak. Or salivating over the box scores on ESPN. Or scouring Google for the perfect picture of Jordan Farmar's dunkface.

Happens every year.

I'm incredibly excited about the playoffs. Last season, I was fairly certain the Championships were going to end in misery and tears. Which they did, but yeah. You'll have that, when your team seeds by dint of sucking less the the competition, rather than actually playing well. This year, the Lakers have been nothing by awesome, so I'm pretty sure we're going to do this thing.

We're up against the Utah Jazz on April 18th, and I cannot wait. Cannot.

I may toss up a Lakers picspam pictorial later tonight. That way, if you get sucked into one of my basketball posts, you'll know who and what I'm bibbling on about.



Did I mention they're also super, super gay for each other?

I spent St Patrick's Day completely and regrettably sober. I'm not sure why I even find this noteworthy; I don't think I've had the opportunity to get blotted on St Patrick's Day since well before I was of legal drinking age.

In terms of pseudo-excitement, I did have a cop follow me halfway home last night. Possibly because I left work right around the time people were starting to stumble out of the local bars. He ended up leaving me alone, but I managed to work up a fairly healthy spot of righteous indignation before he sped past me with his lights on. A couple of years back, I got caught in a sobriety checkpoint on... I don't know, Memorial Day, maybe, and yeah. By the time it was all over, I'd nearly punched someone in the face about five times. I realize that drunk driving happens on those kinds of holidays and everything, but. The last thing I need after a double shift at an all-night diner is to wind up on the wrong end of a long queue of cars, spend an hour breathing my own fumes, only to have a crabby narc sigh at me while I explain, repeatedly, that my eyes are beady and a little bloodshot from waiting tables twelve hours straight, and also if I was going to go to a bar after all that, I certainly wouldn't do it in a lime green bowling shirt with DENNY'S TIL DAWN scribbled across the chest.

In other news, it seems I am moving back in with my parents.

( cut for a complete lack of independence )

Also, Mikey Way's twitter is the best kind of crack. He mostly links to ridiculous pictures, but given the kind of pictures in question, I totally approve.

WORK NAO. DO NOT WANT.

\\\\\O/////

My internet was down for a bit, which left me with far too much time on my hands. Mostly, I wrote pages of self-indulgent h/c dreck I will probably never post, but I also cut my hair and watched entirely too much TV.

I also got a tattoo, because I am a hopeless, hopeless fangirl.



( actual size )

I watched a few music videos, as well. A strange turn of events, really, because I was cut off from YouTube, and I don't have the fancy, expensive cable that shows the music channels that actually play, you know, music. I was poking around the On Demand feature out of sheer boredom, and discovered that hey! It has a section for music videos. Free music videos, that I can watch as often as I want. So, yeah. I did just that, and developed a few Very Important Thoughts.

I Don't Care - Fall Out Boy

( lol )

America's Suitehearts - Fall Out Boy

( wtf )

Desolation Row - My Chemical Romance

( om nom nom )

Right. I think I'm done flailing, now. At least, I'm done flailing here.

So. I updated my Fic Masterlist with everything I'd not yet added. Which, yeah. That turned out to be everything I'd written for last year's fic exchanges, because I fail. The two bandom fics I wrote got added a good six months ago, but I apparently forgot about everything else.

Thusly:

xylodemon's 2008 Fic Round-Up
(now with a paragraph's worth of commentary for each piece, because I do like to hear myself talk)

Radioactive (the road to hell & good intentions remix)
James/Lily, PG
In which James means well, but there is something wrong with the plan

( ... )

With No Spine Intact
James/Sirius, Regulus/Sirius, NC-17
In which the kids are all fucked up

( ... )

Scenes From a Broom Cupboard
James/Lily, Snape/Lily, James/Sirius, Remus/Snape, NC-17
In which five people are in four relationships, and nothing is the way it should be

( ... )

Necessary Supplies
Remus/Sirius, NC-17
In which James is a menace, there is something wrong with the plan, and a misunderstanding results in awkwardness and boyfumbling.

( ... )

The Problem with Eggnog, Uncommon Thoughts, and Sharing a Bed with Sirius Black
Remus/Sirius, NC-17
In which Sirius is possibly naked, and Remus' mind is not the safest place to be.

( ... )

Things We Lost (and Found) In the War.
Snape/Minerva, R
Two People, two wars, and the things they learned along the way.

( ... )

Dirty Laundry, and the Airing Thereof
James/Remus/Sirius, NC-17
In which there are three sides to the story. Except for when there are four. Except when there are *five*.

( ... )

A Few Conversations, Which are Mostly Related to Christmas.
Aziraphale/Crowley, PG
In which there is cocoa and conversation, and more Christmas cheer than Crowley thinks is strictly necessary.

( ... )

Presently, I'm banging away on a genfic I left to languish back in 2007. I quite liked it when I started it -- I'm pretty sure I only abandoned it because Deathly Hallows put the ending I had in mind over a barrel.

I may have volunteered to pinch for hpvalensmut and hp_springsmut. Here's to getting back into the swing!

OH HAI INTARWEBS.

It has come to my attention that I haven't updated since the beginning of December. Which, yeah. I suck, for serious. In my own defense, I've been a busy, busy bee. I picked up a night job for during the holiday season, then took a short trip out of town to babysit my parents deal with some family stuffs.

On the HP front, I've been in my spare time picking at a ginormous Marauders-era genfic that I started sometime last year. Hopefully, I will have something to show for myself sometime next week.

On the Bandom front, Folie Á Deux and I are still on honeymoon. It's been in my car and work CD players since it came out. Oh, Pete. I love it. It, and you. Also, the video for I Don't Care is killing me. Killing me dead. I am desperate for screencaps. Of Pete and Patrick dressed as nuns. Particularly the shot when they first walk into the shop, when Pete has his eyes closed. Dead.

SO, YEAH. HI. HOW ARE ALL OF YOU.

Thing the First: themostepotente is delightful. We had a wonderful and nostalgic conversation about the HP fandom over Denny's fine cuisine, and she didn't mind that, while driving the two city blocks between her hotel and the restaurant, I got us lost in South-Central Los Angeles.

Thing the Second: I am currently writing three fics at once. Three. This is a huge departure from my previous condition, wherein I was unable to string together a journal post that was longer than one sentence. Evidently, it is feast or famine over here. Either that, or I am ridiculous.

Thing the Third: I cannot stop playing Civilization. Just, cannot.

[ETA:]LiveJournal and Gmail are conspiring to withhold my comment notifications. I hate them both. Like burning.

Off to meet themostepotente!

Don't break the internet while I'm gone.

Dude. The MCR twitter is like crack.

bobbryar: I am also going to use this Twitter for all communications.
bobbryar: No more direct Texting.

I'm totally okay with that, so. Don't make promises you don't intend to keep, Bob Bryar!

And this:

bobbryar: You want coffee bean? I'm stopping
bobbryar: The Dix needs espresso
gerardway: Oh boy..yes...same as you...iced white chocolate mocha
bobbryar: 5 shots???
gerardway: Oh please

UGH. BOYS.

Also, which Coffee Bean? TELL ME, BOB BRYAR. TELL ME AND I WILL TRANSFER THERE. LIKE, TOMORROW.

Oh, Gerard.

First Pete exploded my heart with Bronx Mowgli Wentz.

NOW THERE IS A WAYBABY.

*dies and is dead*

OHGOD.

What a Catch, Donnie.

Fucking incredible.

Lord, but I've been a fat, lazy thing all weekend.

I've been slapped with another bout of insomnia. I can't sleep, but I'm too exhausted to do anything useful, so. I've pretty much spent the last three days blinking at the tv like a zombie. Also, poking aimlessly about the internets. Of course, I currently have the attention span of a bowl of onion dip, so I've mostly been loitering in places like ohnotheydidnt and perez hilton. You know, the usual paragons of cold, hard facts.

I did go outside, today. Briefly. Of course, once I realized that the air smelled and tasted like barbecued ass and was sharp enough to cut the back of my throat like a knife, I went right back inside. Southern California is on fire. Again. I live about 20 minutes north of Los Angeles proper, which puts me right in-between the positively rancid blazes in Sylmar and Yorba Linda. God, I am terrified for those people. I gave up the gossip blogs about noon today to stare at the fire coverage on the local news, and yeah. I probably shouldn't, because it's just upsetting me, but I keep thinking that any minute now, they're going to cut back to Chuck-on-the-ground, and he's going to say that the winds have just turned and everything's now under control.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaashlee. Please to be having Pete's baby like now. I cannot take it any more.

I swear, it seems like she's been pregnant forever. Like, 14 months, at least. Of course, that's probably the fault of the tabloids -- they were accusing her of being up the duff long before she actually was.

But, yeah. I want to see this baby. frontbits insists it's going to have Pete's teeth and Ashlee's old nose. I, on the other hand, say that frontbits is telling terrible, terrible lies, and that it's going to be as cute as a button.

Speaking of Pete -- I was trawling through his blog yesterday because I have no life, where he posted this picture:

( evidence )

LOLOL. That is fantastic in ways I cannot even express, and I totally need for someone to explore that in fanfic form.

Since I'm already boring you, have two more pictures. I took these on Thursday, which is pretty much the last time I left my house.

( because nothing says loving like getting rickrolled at work )

( because the guy who owns the local gas station is worried about the size of your penis )

Hey kids.

Do any of you have (or know where I can find) a large, good quality scan of The Black Parade's back cover?

Specifically, I'm looking for this:

( evidence )

Only, I want it larger. Like, big. Big like this, even. I've been digging around the internet for close to two hours, and yeah. Google has failed me. Seriously, failed. It thinks I want the front cover. Or pictures of Gerard leaping through the air. I mean, I'm all for pictures of Gerard leaping through the air, but. Not right now.

*puppy eyes*

Speeding In a School Zone, by 1001cranes. Frank/Gerard, Mikey/Pete. It's a high school AU where everyone but Bob is kind of awkward and Patrick is made of solid gold win. Also, it's fucking hilarious. I nearly died, like three times. Seriously.

I'm feeling loads better today. Loads and loads. Except for the thick, wet, fucking tuberculosis cough I developed about an hour after I woke up. I wouldn't mind so much, but people keep looking at me. Like they think I should be quarantined, or something.

Here, have a picture of Pete and Patrick that makes my heart hurt:

( oh, boys. ilu. )

Today, one of my co-workers gave me a gift. Observe:

( shiny. )

I'm not sure what amuses me more: That MCR pens were made in the first place; that someone I work with thought I needed them; that I squealed like a thirteen year-old girl when I pulled them out of the bag.

Yeah, I know. But I love them. Love!

The rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated.

Truth is, I've been kind of sick. Nothing terribly drastic, just a cold I caught in July that never really went away. I passed it off as a summer sniffle, and that's probably all it was at the time, but I work too much and I don't sleep enough, so. Near the end of August, it finally caught up with me. Since then, I've been nursing a combination of bronchitis, sinus infenctions, and a general sense of respiratory malaise. I'm almost certain the last bit is purely environmental -- I'm a heavy smoker, and up until recently, a large portion of southern California was on fire.

Mostly, I've just been really, really tired. Also snotty and gross, but yeah. Mostly tired.

I never meant to leave LiveJournal to languish. It just sort of happened. I kept telling myself I was going to post, but then I'd drug myself to the gills with NyQuill and promptly fall asleep. Which, yeah. That's kind of shitty, because I seriously, seriously miss it. I miss fandom. Like burning. I felt pretty good yesterday, so I trawled around the intarwebs in hopes of getting back into the swing of things, but that didn't really go as planned. I never did manage to post, mainly because got trapped in the Pit of Voles. So many OOC fics in tiny fandoms, so little time.

Turns out, M*A*S*H is pretty popular in that neck of the woods. If you don't mind sappy Hawkeye/Margaret fic wherein Margaret turns up pregnant after the war and Hawkeye tries to kill himself six or seven times.

I told myself I was going to write today, but yeah. I'm still feeling kind of blue, in regards to my main fandoms.

( the problem with harry potter )

Also.

( the problem with bandom (now with a gratuitious picture of gerard) )

♥

In short: I'm back, and I'm going to go write something. Right now.

I'm a terrible person.

I didn't mean to go AWOL, but. RL's been kind of hectic lately, and I've been working a lot to avoid it. I've tried to fic a little in my downtime, but I'm in one of those funks right now where I hate everything I write with a seething, white hot passion. Sigh. This too shall pass.

Anyway, have a HP fic I wrote back in April and completely forgot about.

Title: Radioactive (the road to hell & good intentions remix)
Pairing: James/Lily
Rating: PG
Words: ~4,400
Summary: In which James means well, but his grand plan loses something in the execution.
A/N: Written for remixredux08; this is an author's rendition of Radioactive by ineffabili_tea. Originally posted here.

( radioactive (the road to hell & good intentions remix) )

Behold, my day in review:

- My fabulous pink hair is no longer fabulous. It is now a distressingly light shade of salmon with blonde bits lurking near the tips. Which, yeah. Not what I signed up for. I'm rectifying this as we speak; of course, the beauty supply did not have the color I wanted, and I was unwilling drive over to the mall, so. I'm trying something new. An hour from now, my hair will be purple. Or, you know, I'll be bald. Either way, pics as new develops.

- My refusal to drive to the mall stemmed from the fact that I was there for entirely too long yesterday. I needed a new post for my Monroe, because the one I had finally striped its threads after five years of daily removal for work, and yeah. That turned out to be a treasure hunt of epic proportions. I apparently have the last 16gg facial piercing in the western world. I did find one eventually -- four hours and a good seventeen shops later -- and I'm not sure I like it, because the ball is too big and the post is too long, but. I got something for it before the hole closed and I didn't have to settle for a fishhook, or whatever, so. I'll count it as a win.

- Still no phone. /////O\\\\\

- I flipped on the radio at work today, only to discover that KROQ was doing an interview with Gerard. Gerard. He didn't talk about the band much; he mostly bantered with the DJs and banged on about Umbrella Academy, but yeah. Ngh. I love him, and his stupid, little voice.

Near the end, Kevin and Bean started talking about the Black Parade costumes, and it somehow came up that Gerard's flak jacket must have been a little stinky after weeks and weeks of touring, and Gerard was all 'yeah, it kind of was,' and then he admitted that he maybe hadn't washed himself it as much as he probably should have, partially from laziness, but also because he got a little superstitious about it, like if he cleaned it too much it would wash away the good luck, or something.

Best part of the whole interview: 'My wife and I have a costume closet for our old tour clothes. It's the smelliest closet in the house.'

Oh, Gerard. <3333333

[eta:] I just checked KROQ's website, because Kevin and Bean podcast all their shows. Today's show isn't up their yet; it should be up by Friday, if anyone wants to hear it.

*

Speaking of MCR -- anyone up for a bandom beta? It's Frank/Gerard, and looking to be about 3,000 words. *big eyes*

Yeah, okay. This is not the post-Panic concert post I promised you.

My computer ate the first draft, and Semagic ate the second and third, so. Evidently, a recap post from me was not meant to be. Suffice to say, it was amazing. Hastily converted ice skating rinks make for terrible concert venues, but other than that, I had a fantastic time. Brendon is still tiny, Jon is still a man, Ryan is still a pretty lesbian, and Spencer is still a rock star. They played everything I wanted to hear, and they also did a cover of The Weight, which just happens to be one of my most favourite songs ever.

Jon informed us that Brendon had got a new tattoo earlier that day, but he failed to mention any of the pertinent details. Like where, or of what. Is it another mollusk? Is it on his ass? Does anyone know? Better yet, does anyone have pictures?

My phone is still missing in action. Well, no. That's not entirely true. It's no longer missing, in that I know where it is, but I don't actually have it on me, because I'm too lazy to drive over and get it. Yeah, I know. I'm made of fail.

In other news, I seemed to have dyed my hair pink.

( pics or gtfo )

Speaking of pics, I cannot stop staring at this.Well, hello there, Mr Way! Good to see you're still hot like the sun!

( bandom fic woes )

Clearly, it's time for bed.





¹ working title.