East Coast Gazette

Fandom, oh my gaw.  I can’t even.  Life, it hates me.

So re: the current wip in progress situation, life is crazy, working psychoomgwtf hours and will be for the forseeable future etc etc etc and I promise you, I like, totally have the files for the following open on my desktop: White Wedding, Pass/Fail, Quiet, and Share and I am like, sort of looking at them and thinking about writing words in them and everything!  Really!

But MORE IMPORTANTLY CAN I SHOUT ABOUT TSUBASA RESERVOIR CHRONICLES HERE UNDER THE FUCKING CUT?

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I have the unfortunate pleasure of working the 6:30 p.m. to 12:30 a.m. tonight (YEEEEAH NEWSMEDIA!) so my roommates and I had our 4th of July cookout yesterday, complete with buffalo burgers (delicious but needs more fat to stay juicier) potato, onion, and bell pepper hash and lemon drops and a metric ton of Rainier beer — which is just as disgusting as it sounds.

Of course, what makes today even more special — aside from the preemptive post-drinking lag — is that Bravo is running an all-day Project Runway season three marathon, with my favorite shenanigans ever: there’s nothing quite so beautiful as Laura and Michael’s friendship, Keith’s bitchiness, Kayne and Robert’s bff disco ball pageant dress slash Barbie doll Miss America dress. It’s all wonderfulness times a bajillion. You know what else is wonderfulness times a bajillion? The fact that Bravo has put up (rejected) audition tapes from season four on their BrilliantButCanceled.com site — you know you’re all about it, don’t lie. (Try and see if you can guess which of these geniuses is my favorite.)

But you know what’s even more important than that? (I know, it’s hard to imagine!)

I HAVEN’T DONE A HORRIBLE ARTDUMP ON YA’LL IN A WHILE.

Pikachu — appropriately — bitchslaps me for my oversight. (more…)

Kurogane, being — wait for it folks — pimp. P-I-M-P. And then obviously there’s a picture of both of them trying to figure out how to hit it in this AU school in which they work without being tossed out on their asses — or blackmailed by the school nurse (who rumor has it is Yuuko). God bless CLAMP and their nonstop access to crack cocaine.

Don’t hate the player, hate the game. Or The Hoyden.

Started as a gag into an IM window and then went horrible, awful places and it will continue to spiral downward into horribleness unparalleled. Just wait until I start making even worse wife jokes. It’ll happen.

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