Music is great, Starbucks is great...

The Kates had friends over for New Year's Eve. We ate Ray-Ray's fake-bake ziti, fondue (with Nutella!), and drank.

I have come to the conclusion that even in moderation, I am no longer built for hard liquor. Three or four Maker's and Diet Coke (give or take a few glasses of white wine and champagne) and my stomach is miserable this morning.

What? Oh, afternoon.

Anyway, it's not like I'm barfy. Just uncomfortable.

And it's continuing to snow (no reference to Rent intended).

So: perfect excuse to peruse the Yuletide New Year's Resolution list and start one or two lines of stories one will never finish, eh?

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Anyway: big props to my author, elsandry. Because it was my first year making a request, I didn't know how this thing works (goodbye, folks!) and gave her nothing with which to do much of anything. She had to come over to my not-linked-to-the-site Yuletide Letter, read my ramblings, et cetera. The result: awesomeness. She's clearly one in a million.

My story was "When Gus Met Shawn (And She-Ra)". kattahj, I hope that it did what you wanted for Gus, who clearly loves pop culture and sugar and Shawn (perhaps not in that order). I'm sort of embarrassingly into other aspects of the show, so...

But I love Gus and Dulé! It was fun to write! And I bought He-Man/She-Ra Christmas on DVD during my Black Friday shopping rampage, so I sort of robbed from RL experience.

Now that The Reveal is over, I also rec the story I was blessed enough to beta, piecesofalice's profane and lovely Al and Dan (but not Al/Dan...because eek) story, "The Most Faithful of Reminders".

Okay, I'm off to attempt to write Celia/Nancy for Weeds!

Or maybe just eat Maalox and stare at Anchorman for a while.

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Eek! Also, thanks, aj, for visiting our pad AND taking Kate and myself on a mini-tour of Devon! Yay! So much fun to talk fandom and roommate stuff and just whatevs with you. Sunday, man!!!

( When last we left our intrepid heroes, they were drinking tea...oh, and just a warning, get ready for Earl Brown smeared in KY Jelly... )

I realized that I didn't get all of the final 15 minutes worth of screencaps from the FTP site, so I will finish up tomorry. I'm tired and want to watch Psych. Hooray!

I made the mistake of starting ep 11 of Deadwood last night at 11:30 p.m.

I finished up the last of Deadwood around 1 a.m. I had to pause the eps a few times to get a drink of water, go to the bathroom, stop crying--you know, the uzh.

So instead of focusing on any of that, because maybe I should watch those two eps again one last time to make sure I didn't miss anything, I give the end of Brooklyn South!

True, in quality, it was not comparable to Deadwood. David Milch grew in ambition and un-Bochoness between Brooklyn South and Deadwood. But one area where Brooklyn South is triumphant? The Chest Hair Triangle of Doom aka The Sternum Bush. Obsoive:



Dickie Santoro! I've always loved you, but now my feelings are rather complicated!



Aah. That's better.

( Good night, sweet soapy NYPD princes )

I'll miss this show. Deadwood is a different story. One not easily explained with sternum bush.

Sigh.

Anyway, I saw a baby duck paddling around the corporate pond today, yards and yards away from his mom and siblings. He reminded me of my brother, who used to hide out in the tires during recess in Kindergarten to stay out past the bell. Baby ducks!