East Coast Gazette

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, also, THREE THINGS.

rageprufrock — Sun, 12 Oct 2008 06:06:56 +0000

(1) No, just kidding, they’re cuddling, I swear.

(2) ALSO I HAVE RETURNED FROM CHINA VICTORIOUS AND ALIVE. I was more worried about the second part than the first part, given the number of food-poisoning jokes my relatives in China made (”Ha ha! Poisoning infants is hilarious!”) (why am I related to these motherfuckers?) (also? Some really tasteless ones about melanin in milk powder and the Special Olympics. I mean, when I am skeeved out by jokes, omigosh) and given the fact that I ATE EVERYTHING EVER EVER. Seriously, I was concerned they’d have to roll me onto the maglev train toward the airport.

(Side note, if any of you are speed freaks and get a chance to ride a maglev? Do it, disregard the ache to your wallet. Sure, I dropped coin — but I also FLEW at 431 km/h and it compressed a 45 minute trip to the Pudong International Airport into a 7 minute jeans-creaming-rockfest.)

(Uh, disregard that last part.)

In conclusion, China was awesomesauce — links to a photopost to come shortly.

(3) While I was in China I listened a lot to my shuffle and kept thinking, “God damn it. I wish they’d just hire me to be an EP on Stargate: Universe.” No, seriously! Wait, guys! Stop hitting the back button, God damn you! No, listen, okay, seriously. And not like you listen to that guy who sells you the really good meth, all right?

Just think! What if, instead of being a teen angst and dramafest, Stargate: Universe was that combination of interpersonal relationships and scifi, worldhopping shenaniganry that we all love from the regular Stargate franchises? What if — instead of whatever the characters who are “attractive and sexy” the released bios say — we have something more like (extended pre-series au (I know, I hate myself, too) frothing-at-the-mouth below the cut that uh, Cesca has already heard parts of, poor woman) this:

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Post-Nuptial, podficced!

rageprufrock — Sat, 20 Sep 2008 22:41:07 +0000

For some reason, I like funny stories read out loud the best — it reminds me of sitting around a table shooting the shit with friends, and while Post-Nuptial’s a good deal uh, jizzier than most stories I would tell in good or even moderately shady company, you know, whatever.

Link to download MP3 file: http://www.sendspace.com/file/mzvgso

Happy listning!

SPN 4×01, or, If 6 bajillion fangirls all come at once, does Jensen Ackles curl up under a rock and shiver in fear for his virtue? Because he should.

rageprufrock — Fri, 19 Sep 2008 03:32:13 +0000

sdlfj omfg, supernatural.

Obviously, spoilers out my asscheeks.

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I fucking blame you, SPN fandom. I BLAME YOU.

rageprufrock — Tue, 02 Sep 2008 00:03:05 +0000

What do you think I’m doing this Labor Day night? I’m watching A Cinderella Story because Chad Michael Murray is in it. I’m — I’m voluntarily watching a Hilary Duff and Chad Michael Murray movie. Worst of all, I’m sort of liking it? Oh, but at least I can inflict this on other people:

Now I burn to write a story where Jensen develops sort of a rueful, miserable crush on A Cinderella Story Chad? And Jared and Chad finds out? And Chad spends some time rubbing it into Jensen’s face while dodging Jared’s increasingly insane attempts to kill him in his sleep.

Yeah, I’m really ashamed, too.

SGA 4…whatever, LOOK IT’S ABOUT “THE SHRINE”

rageprufrock — Sat, 23 Aug 2008 03:53:42 +0000

SPOILERS, MASSIVE SPOILERS

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Dear Internet: Let’s play a game, it’s called “How Many Orgasms Did Pru Have Throughout The New Supernatural Episode?”

rageprufrock — Fri, 25 Apr 2008 03:14:25 +0000

THE ANSWER IS INFINITY-MILLION TO THE POWER OF 26.

Obviously spoilers ho.

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Are you there God, it’s me, Pru. I’m calling a time out.

rageprufrock — Sun, 13 Apr 2008 05:12:09 +0000

So I’ve been a bear the last three weeks to just about everybody I know — some of it deserved, some of it not. (Most of the stuff that’s internet related was, by the way, completely deserved.) But either way, this is what has happened to me in the last couple revolutions:

Been pulling the shitty late and Saturday shifts,
Which are all staffed by a ravaging group of carrion-feeding whoreface managers,
One of whom had the audacity to call me lazy and not a hard worker,
Which of course prompted me to throw it down with her as much as you really can in a work environment because last time I checked, my payslip doesn’t read “hooker” and my job isn’t to eat her ass,
Which of course made me start sulking about what raging cuntbags most women managers are and why, we as a sisterhood, are so fucking undermine-y,
Which won’t be a problem starting Monday, because apparently I’ve been transferred!
To the boys club!
I’m not kidding! I was told on Thursday! At 4 p.m.!
There’s not a single female manager on this team!
And they’re all the crazyface people who work 14 hour days! Half of them were logged into the office network via blackberry today — which is Saturday!
Obviously I’m scared shitless!
I don’t even have a desk assignment yet! I guess all my ironical shit stays at my current office location for the time being!

It’s been a long couple of weeks, and it’s about to get longer. Folks, I think I accidentally promised my dad I wouldn’t eat carbs for a month to see if I would lose any weight. HOW DO THESE THINGS HAPPEN TO ME?

UM.

rageprufrock — Wed, 09 Apr 2008 03:24:43 +0000

Dear whoever sent me the thing on Amazon — holy crap. Dude, thanks! Seriously: omg, thanks.

Also, super many thanks to Yin, who knows what she did, and how I owe her sexual favors and letting her have her way with my living room couch in perpetuity, and Abbylee, who redirected all the .html links so that they would turn to the PHP pages. You guys rule!

It’s really really nice that every time I think I’ve reached the end of my rope with work and life and assorted shenaniganry of any kind, I’m lucky enough to know people who are just ROCKSOME and keep me from flinging myself off of a roof. Hugs for everybody!

I’m not crossposting this anywhere, as dissemination of information doesn’t seem to help.

rageprufrock — Mon, 07 Apr 2008 21:20:01 +0000

So. I said it nicely. I asked nicely multiple times in multiple places. And since that didn’t work:

STOP ASKING ME WHEN I AM UPDATING.

Oh, and sports fans, you know who I’m talking to: have some fucking class or forget this URL.

rageprufrock — Mon, 07 Apr 2008 05:44:19 +0000

So to comfort myself after the generalized ass of this week — only thing worse than the walk of shame, the post-game leaving the bar walk of shame — I watched Wet Hot American Summer. And then I said: WHAT THE FUCK? I DON’T REMEMBER THIS SCENE BEING IN THIS MOVIE — because of course, I probably watched it on TV during hot summer afternoons, and there was NO WAY any network was going to show Bradley Cooper getting fucked in the ass against a storage shed wall at 4:30 on a Thursday. God bless DVDs. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go watch that movie 239487 bajillion more times.