Wee piece of White Collar fanart à la Ocean's Eleven ( under here )

:D

Take a minute and let me tell you about the culinary delight of my dinner!

Which consisted of grilled cheese! And no, I don't mean the sandwich, I mean I put slices of Emmentaler into a pan until they reached a crispy-chewy consistency and then I ate them. With ketchup.

Haute cuisine, ur doin it wrong.

E-Mail from June 28, 2007, from me to my sister, in its glorious entirety:

"My glasses, do you know where they are?"

What's the proper English term for this? You know, like, beaten eggs, cream, poach or steam, cut up? Savory egg custard?

Halp?

Anyone wanna take a wild guess to what I might be referring? Sigh.

Question of the I'm not certain which answer I'd prefer variety: That little hipswingy, loose-limbed strut Matt Bomer has got going on, is it something he affects for the role or is that his usual way of moving?

( GAH. FOR UNKNOWN REASONS MY BRAIN HAS LATCHED ONTO THIS. I CANNOT EXPLAIN. )

It's rather like this unfortunate connection.

25 minutes into the first episode, second viewing. You guys. I think there are STARS. IN MY EYES.

Last night, I spent like, four fifths of the episode like this :D

Peeps who sent me a snowflake. Thank you! You're lovely. :)

Since I've subscribed to ontd_startrek, I've been feeling the increasing urge to TYPE LIKE THIS ALL THE TIME, more often than not with added sparkles or blinky effects.

Also, the desire to address pretty much anyone as a GQ MOTHERFUCKER is getting stronger as I type.

Not to mention the very high likelihood to START TALKING LIKE THIS ALL OF A SUDDEN WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THAT AWESOME FORM OF COMMUNICATION CAN YOU EVEN UNDERSTAND IT SHIT NO YOU CANT.

So. Watching not quite excellent movies just for the actors. Which fannish base would that be? Second? Third? :D

Naaaaaw, look what I found! Note the dramatic captions (which are actually from Buffy, I think...)

The things on old discs...I don't think I've posted this before?

You guys, is there anyone out there who could link me to some Chuck/Sarah/Casey?

(Keeping in mind that I've seen like, two of the very first episodes. On TV, no less. In a case of failed fannish osmosis I had always assumed Chuck was actually a spin off of Pushing Daisies. Woops.)

Fucking, fucking hell. Photoshop decided to kill itself and I cannot. Fucking. Edit. Anything. *so angry I could spit nails*

- the cruelty of paper cuts

- the agony of your fingers getting slammed in a car door

- the adrenaline rush of not quite, but almost letting a glass shatter on the floor

- the relief of finally being able to pee after having to hold it for a really, really long time

Alternates from the little icon battle with machinistm, plus a few more I had languishing on the hd.

( Step to the right )

Now if only I could go back to creating this stuff regularly! Because that battle was way fun!

Which is the secret code for fannish output, of course.

Moi: Icon battle! You game?
machinistm: You're on.

Cue kickstarting the Photoshop-fu! Result!