(NOT) Anton Yelchin

is so awesome in Huntsman. Just saying.

I want to go to Burning Man, though Chris tells me it's all people trying to push their agendas. When did he turn into such a hippie?

( Even better when you're George... )

(from George Takei's facebook. Is ANYONE not following him?)

motherfuckers! WOOO!

I'm just saying. Birthdays rock. Vodka and caviar, a superhero guitar, surfboard, pajamas...I am one smug, comfy, overworked little bastard. I hope I get to enjoy this stuff soon.

I always got a little nervous about the idea of being onscreen with Dakota Fanning.

Yeah. Look it up.

So, if Chris were up for an Oscar, I would do the whole Oscar thing, but since he's not, I'm sort of hearing about it on the fringes.

Hugo? Up for so much stuff? I've seen it, and I just don't get it.

At risk of pissing off your colleagues, there's got to be things you guys saw get Oscars that you thought didn't deserve them.

Did I totally miss this boat, or am I just this stupid and selfish? You'd tell me, wouldn't you?

Just fucking shoot me if I start claiming some kind of higher entitlement to "really really really wanna zig a zig ahh.”

takes place in late April


Anton's foot is bouncing a little as he dials. This is...kind of a big deal for him. It's Neil Patrick Harris, he thinks for the dozenth time, but then he has to make sure he's not projecting that into his voice once Neil picks up. The last thing Anton wants to do is come off like a drooling fanboy.

Though he doesn't recognize the number that shows up on his phone, it's local so Neil picks up. "Y'ello?" he answers, tone friendly but not overly familiar.

"Hi," Anton greets, suddenly feeling so adrenalized that it must come out in his voice. ( It's Anton. From the board? )


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From Cracked.com (which is, you know, awesome, and you don't have to be stoned to love it--shut up, Bruce loves it, too): "6 Ridiculous History Myths (You Probably Think Are True)"

Scroll down on that page I linked and find #1. I'll wait.

#1. Elaborate Medieval Torture Devices

The Iron Maiden didn't exist? Really? I feel all lied to. I mean, not that it's a cool device or anything, but does anyone else have any information about these items? I'm just curious now.

Anyone familiar with Wallace and Gromit?

Dig this. I am cracking the hell up. And this, too.

Here's the beginning. Just...damn.

Yeah, I get bored when Chris is out. Who wants to come do stuff to me hang out?

The world is full of stupid. Or maybe I'm just turning into a bitch. People are just pissing me off lately, though. Tennessee schools, old, fucked-up preachers, washed-up Republicans. Fuck. Or maybe all of the above are really one and the same. Dammit. And these are the bastards who tell us who we can and can't marry.

way backdated to...a long time ago. My apologies to the mun.

"Shall I tickle your balls then?" Amanda flops down on the bed. She's still clothed, and that's fine. She's just happy to get a chance to catch up with Anton again. And be silly with him. "I can't help but wonder what kind of reaction that'd produce."

"Me cracking up, first thing," Anton grins, "And then me pouncing you." He drops next to her and immediately wraps an arm around her waist. "Like that's not an imminent possibility anyway." This is fantastic, really, just having her here, and he snugs her up against him and kisses her.

Amanda laughs and returns the kiss. "Why, I would never say no to you pouncing me. I quite like it, in fact!" She can't resist to tickle Anton's waist. ( ''So what've you been up to while I've been all over the world?'' )

And it was fuckin' awesome. That's MY boyfriend up there with Anthony Hopkins.

The Beaver premieres tonight. I'm going with Jodie.

[Players only. Takes place in January. ]

( Is his gameplay improving any after all those Funyuns? )

public to the Est

Dude. To see my lover, who has mock-raped me I don't KNOW how many times, and my former co-worker, who mock-raped me in I don't KNOW how many takes, presenting together?

Who PLANS this shit?

Est

That is all.

public to the Est

Okay, not really. I just like saying that word. It sounds dirty.

Chris got me an ATV and a coupon for a riding course. I would tear up the beach, but I'm too lazy right now and I haven't had the class, and Bruce is all "I'm not pulling you out from under five hundred pounds of twisted metal; you'll be dead and I'll be pissed off." Okay, I'm being unfair. He's really not that grumpy. I just like acting like he is. I mean, how many other guys can I get stoned and play guitar with? Okay, well...a lot, maybe, since I'm in a band. But still.

Everybody's lazing around. Chris is playing some Left for Dead thing. He keeps talking about Bill needing to get laid. I haven't gotten into that game yet, but I'm sure I will.

We have eggs and cheese and toast, fried onions, potatoes and bacon. I think Chris is still trying to remember how to not eat the house. I even made mimosas. Yeah, that's right; I cooked breakfast.

I wish all of our friends could be here today.

public to the Est

So, yeah, PSA: There's absolutely nothing wrong with cock ring-shaped food. In fact, I took Bruce's assertion that I could pervert anything to a whole new tier.

See, Funyuns fit very well around a cock, if you sort them properly and kind of fit yourself for one. And then you just stack them up, ringed along the shaft. And then? It's high-stakes Mass Effect 2. I made Chris attempt to finish an area while I ate them. It's a little scratchy, he says, and toward the bottom it gets more bitey, but you know, not exactly a deterrent.

I can now say I've had come in my hair four times. And we're going to do it again and again until he finishes that level. So it's not just a snack, it's a whole series of scenes!

I suppose you could use food other than Funyuns. YMMV mainly because YcocksizeMV.

Ask Bruce about how hard it was to keep food in the house while Chris was bulking up.

God, he looks good.

takes place mid-May, at the tail end of Zoe's week with Bruce.

Dinner's over and Zoe's sent Bruce off for a night with Mark and she's not sure if she's heading home or staying around. She goes looking for Anton, and finds him in his room. "Hey, sweetheart, I was, uh, thinking about going back to my place, unless..."

"What, are you kidding?" Anton says immediately, setting his handheld aside and patting the bed. "Bruce has had you for days." He grins, though; there's no real jealousy there. ( As soon as she sits, he's giving her a soft little kiss. )

I may be the only person in the Western world not watching "Dancing With the Stars."

backdated to 8/12

note enclosed with the gift in a parchment envelope:

I know you need fret markers like Chris needs muscle-building advice, but these are so cool and beautiful and they made me think of you. Love you, old dude.

( the decals )