So ... sometimes I really hate how I keep almost all of my fannish stuff on my desktop rather than my laptop. Most of my classes today were unexpectedly canceled, and if I could do whatever I want, I'd update
iconzero with more icons. But I can't. Second choice would be to continue on with the epic tale of the TRUE
LOVE HOT SEX of Evan Lorne and Dean Winchester*, but that too is trapped on the immobile unit. I could, I guess, email it to myself sometime, but that would make entirely too much sense.
*Blame
exitsign.
yearsdecades before it is complete! I seem to be progressing in 3000-word blocks, but I think well over half of it is chaff that needs to be separated from the glorious wheat. Errr. That metaphor sucks. You get the idea.and because it may amuse you, the genesis (http://community.livejournal.com/thrillsforall/18993.html?thread=316721#t316721) of this fic ... you also may enjoy jane's masterpiece of hetsex which the comments are attached to
Also, I spell-checked this comment, and for "Ahaha" it was like, "Do you mean Ahab?" and I was like, YES, YES I DO. So I think from now on, instead of laughing, I'm going to say "Ahab." And then make not-so-veiled references to Moby Dick, just to be a jackass. Oh, spellcheck, what would I do without thee?