East Coast Gazette

Firstly, for those of you who picked up Harudaki 1-3, now, if you go to my swag folder, you can get 4-6 — happy reading!

And secondly:

Title: Arc (pt 2/?)
Rating: R
Summary: In which Geoffrey is not actually a hooker, Conner looks like a hipster tool (but in an endearing way), and Clark does that thing my mom does and drives me up the motherfucking wall.

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I like to think that somebody else made the community first then the responsibility for the madness of the Mac/PC pairing — spawned by the ridiculous cuteness of the get a Mac ads — is totally out of my hands! Really! And in that spirit, it’s also TOTALLY not my fault that I found these images and am sharing them with the internet:

Or you know, this:

I know. I know.

But I needed it today because, after more than a week of waiting for my car to arrive via shipping with Sketchtacular Russian Potential Mob Bosses, God Damn Them it broke down tonight — less than five blocks to my house. The situation has been dealt with, I don’t need any sympathy, really, because it turns out I have (a) seriously amazing neighbors and (b) seriously, seriously amazing roommates. Nobody was hurt; everything was fine. It’s all just money. But in the context of the generalized shit-tacularness of this past week — wow.

So! Instead, I challenge you, now that I have brought you the joy of…well, that — bring me joy of some other kind.

I’ve gotten so used to moving around I’m almost used to being in a constant state of upheaval, which I’m sure says many and sundry unflattering things about my generalized mode of existence. But as many of you who’ve been keeping a regular eye on this blog knows, I recently packed up 1/3 of my life and moved out to Seattle for (at least) the summer, and I have been freezing my ever-loving balls off ever since in this ornery Pacific Northwest weather. It’s good then to know that I’m having a good time, and that in the grand scheme of Summer Shenanigans, this has been one of the least traumatic (so far — there is still plenty of time for it go to downhill, way, way downhill). I had lovely meals with some local Seattle fen, including some adventures with finding jumper cables (for once, NOT MY FAULT) and finding the perfect Starbucks in Bellvue (don’t look at me like that, KZ, you know that was all you), plus, going out to amazing local places and having something that gave me the excuse to say “Yamhill County pork loin,” which really, really made my night.

It’s been fun, it’s been kind of insane, but mostly it’s been good.

And now, I’m ready to climb back on the wagon of having a semi-normal life — which means that I will be spending probably a lot of it watching season four of NCIS and shrieking at the television every time Madame Director appears, because her existence is the bane of mine.

So! On the agenda for the next three days is:

(1) Part 3/? of Arc
(2) Part 2/? of Septpartite
(3) Part 3/? of 48 Inches (which persists on not being a penis joke)

And, in conclusion, I leave you with this, because seriously — it’s beautiful here:

I’ve talked about Harudaki before (specifically, the OAV) and I have talked about yaoi before, as well — so it’d be remiss for me not to discuss the intersection of these two intriguing things, right?

Sexually explicit images (and lots of them) beneath the cut, so beware. Or you know, be psyched.

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It’s a reference to the length of an article — I swear!

Title: 48 inches (pt 2/?)
Rating: R
Summary: Rodney’s first byline in the business section was mostly accidental.

(To read the story up to and including the latest update, go here.)

Happy reading!

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I could be cutting diamonds here with the magical freezingness of my tits.  And everybody who is reading this up in Canada or in North Carolina or places where I am not and your temperatures make sense to you can just go fuck yourself because I am freeeeeeezing.  Dear Gods of Seattle, please either magically warm it up 20 to 25º or for Jesus’ sake, GIVE ME A PARKA.  JUST RAIN DOWN A PARKA.

(PS, I know the tag reads “I do go outside you know” but really for this entry it should read “I do curl up under a fleece blanket and drink boiling hot coffee and cry softly you know.”)

(PPS, also, LJ, I ceded territory to you, acknowledging the higher power of your scads of crazy — leave me the hell alone.  Stop sending your nutbags into my email inbox.)

Seattle is — as expected — gorgeous. However, she outdid herself trying to live up to her press today: cold and drizzly all day long, which given the context of several phone calls I made back home to find that it was once again soaring into the 90s in the N.C. was kind of hilarious. I’m living in a neighborhood that’s lushly green and dotted with Craftsman style homes, beautiful quiet streets, and a distant view out into Capitol Hill; and not even the icy wind blowing through my window can bring me down. I took a long walk around the neighborhood today until the rain hit, and came back inside to watch NCIS and House and play with the dog, talk to my awesome roommate, and curl up under a quilt; it doesn’t feel like June, but I think I can live with that. Tomorrow’s goal? Acquire food. And also knock out another eight pages of Arc and post.

Title: Strictly on a Need to Know Basis
Rating: PG
Summary: “For fuck’s sake, Gibbs — is this some kind of exchange program that I don’t know about?”

Fast and unbetaed and totally irredeemably dumb.

I write (silliness) in moments of extreme stress, and given that my flight to Seattle is tomorrow afternoon, I’m feeling fairly justifiably stressed.  I’m equal parts scared and psyched here, folks, but I think in the last hour I’ve been tilting more toward “scared” than psyched, which is not awesome.

Also!  Those of you who are Seattle natives or live nearby, if you don’t already have my phone number, drop me a line at rageprufrock at gmail dot com and let me know if you want to hang out — I’d love some company on my first few days in the Emerald City, and well, basically anytime at all.  I love: smut, bars, and long walks on the shoreline and also talking about televised gay.  Come on people, be my friend.