gabe_speaks

... unless it's repeated on April 2nd.

That is all.

... and she is stuck on the World Baseball thingy that's going on right now--which, by the way, SHOULD be the World Series, fuckers!--and she was watching Japan v Korea [I think]. And I'm quite bored because I hate baseball.... and just when I'm about to leave, what do I see?

Yu Darvish

And who is that, you may ask...?







Needless to say, I watched the entirety of his... uhm... pitching.

And yes, when he was done, so was I.

Yum.

Wow.

I still get excited when there's an openly gay actor—there are still so few!

Apparently, the werewolf in Being Human is a homosexual.

Well, er... not the werewolf... but the actor playing the werewolf: Russell Tovey.

That's cool.

Because you get to see his bum in almost every episode.



Just thought I'd share.


And yes, Mr Tovey, I'll have a bit o' your apple.


And no, Sassy, I'm not done with your 10K. because i know you're gonna ask. ;-P

One of the many things I hated about The Watchmen was its perpetual use of the self-mockery, only it wasn't really self-mockery, but it was... yet, it wasn't.

When you have alternate history stories, you have an opportunity to poke fun at the ridiculousness of our real history. An actor for President — preposterous! A liar and a thief and a convicted felon for President? Unlikely. "Whoever heard of a cowboy running for President?" (Or whatever that line was.) And the movie — like its source — was riddled with such things.

( Then tonight, I watched Will Ferrell in his 1-hour routine on HBO... )

[okay, rant is done now.]

Here's a convo I had with Roomie-D last Wednesday.

Rough estimations, of course; my memory is shit.
( Under the duvet, hidden because of possible TMI rating... Read at your own risk! )

Okay, now that I've grossed you lot out, it's back to reading an unsurprisingly excellent story from a cerain li'l sassy friend.

... ABC Family's GREEKS?

I just bought Season 2 on DVD and can't stop watching!

I should be in bed--another long day at work tomorrow [hopefully not made longer by writing fanfiction instead of actually working]--and I can't seem to turn off the television!

Oh, and Jim Butcher's Furies of Calderon book is a lot better than I thought it would be!

And I have to be up in 3 hours for a 10-hour work day.

I won't spoil it for anyone, unless telling you that it's an hour too long is spoiling it for you, in which case--SPOILER ALERT: It's an hour too long.

But I found myself envious of the gentleman who fell asleep next to me 30 minutes into it. I've a sneaking suspicion he enjoyed himself more than I did.

Okay, I will spoil it with three words:

Cock.

Superfluous beast.

Did I mention it was about an hour too long?

Oh, and prepare to be preached at. A lot.

I'm gonna try and get some sleep in the hopes that my Friday at work isn't completely ruined.

Sorry for the post-spam....



I don't know what to think.

It's from his last day on the set of his next film.

[okay, now I'm off to WATCHMEN Midnight Showing]

I've enjoyed immensely reading everyone's WiP Meme entries! I can't wait to start reading the stories when they're posted! So I'll bite.

These are a mixture of fanfic and original stories.

( I shot him; he was French, after all. )

Clearly I've too much going on. I sense another Self-Exile is in order.

♥

That is all.

Oh and you say Jackson plays 'Sokka' in the 2010 Avatar movie?





So. Very. There.



Mr Rathbone was Jasper Hale in Twilight, for those who saw that movie. Completely cute. Completely.

... that's sooooOOOOoooo 3 years ago.

It's all about America's next top DRAG QUEEN.

Logo TV Presents RuPaul's Drag Race

Seriously lol-worthy stuff, here.

And they also shatter the myth that only ugly dudes make good drag queens. Some of those boys are yummy.

Anyway, check it out. Episodes 1 & 2 are on Logo. It comes on Mondays, so by Tuesday mornings it's usually on the Logo site.

10 ( Some nonsense about Gabe hatin' on the number 10... )

Defensive Driving Sucks! ( Some nonsense about... wait. THIS isn't nonsense! Defensive Driving DOES suck!!! )

I did manage to get other stuff done, tho'. ( The List! )

Is Somewhere Burning? ( While not nonsense, some stuff that Gabe should know, would but he be a good LJ-Friend... )

New Fave Brit Show.

No Heroics. A lot of the same people that were on my other fave Brit Show, Absolute Power, which I wish would come back with a third season series. Of course, it has this man in it [points right]--Nicholas Burns. And as you can see, he fits three of my ultimate qualities in British obsessions: [1] Funny, altho in that "may-be-a-complete-dick" way; [2] er... British accent, obviously; and [3] big head. I've only seen the first three episodes, but I loved them all! I hope it comes back for a second run!

In US TV news, I'm still not sure about the second half of BSG's fourth--and hopefully last--season. I thought the ending before going on hiatus for 4.5 was PERFECT! But I don't mind sad endings, especially if they are fitting, ironic, or served with a healthy dose of "that's what you fuckers get." And the series-ending-that-wasn't-a-series-ending had a little bit of all three up in it!

Speaking of BSG, I'm actually surprised that my f'list seems rather... BSG-fan-less. I have plenty who are SG-1/SG-A fans. I wonder if it's because the Stargate shows are, above all else, sci-fi and fantasy in the semi-traditional sense, whereas Battlestar Galactica is a war series in space. Hell, they still use bullets and missiles, not lasers and photon torpedoes.

Plus, it's a depressing notion: polytheists lost in space trying to run from regenerating holier-than-thou metallic monotheists, hell-bent on their own Crusades.

I mean, season 4.5 had probably the most realistic suicide depiction on television ever. You have a president off her cancer treatment and dying. Is it... too gritty, too real for weekly absorption? I admit to needing to take breaks between weekly episodes, myself.

Well, that's all I have at the moment.

Thanks to everyone who read my original short fiction piece. Got some HP fanfic coming up soon! Surprise.

♥ ♥ ♥ to you all! ♥ ♥ ♥

Remember that short story that I said was up for an award? Well, I've been holding back trying to record me reading the story, but my microphone is shit. I'm still planning to provide a reading later, but it'll be awhile. Still, I wanted to give you lot the chance to read it. And here it is.

Someone.

Warning: Er... 2nd-person POV. Yes, 2nd-person.

Excerpt:

“You’ve met someone, haven’t you?” Tracy says.

You flag down the barista.  “No. Well . . . yes, I have, but it’s not like that.”

Your friend leans in, her elbows on the table.  “Do tell.”

And so you do.

•  •  •

You got tired of feeling the weight of his attention on you every time you were in the café, which was a lot.  So one day, you looked up and caught him staring at you from behind his curtain of greasy fringe.  That was when you stood up, grabbed your coffee and your paperback book with the tattered pages and loose spine, and walked over to him.

He sat at a table in the far corner, away from the entrance—his table.  When he saw you, maneuvering through the sparse late-afternoon crowd of business suits, he jerked his head downward as if to hide.  But dark, dingy yellow lights did little to hide him from you; he stuck out like a tap dancer in a ballet recital.  His knees started to bounce frantically. 

He wasn’t cute, not in the traditional sense.  His ensemble was unfortunate; its motif, misguided.  And he used his hair to hide his face.  Even as you sat down at his table and leaned over it, you couldn’t make out the color of his eyes.  He closed his journal and covered it with folded hands, one on top of the other.

You gave him your name.  He mumbled his.  Seth, he said, and you immediately thought of snakes, and Egyptian gods, and that character in the story you want to write—the one about the Demon Childe who turned out to be not a demon child at all, really. You engaged in a futile attempt to strike up conversation, and he looked at you behind his fringe with a stare that reminded you of a dry-erase board, fresh out its packaging. 

And there you were without any markers.

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I think many people making a big stink about it are really upset that yet another person has proven that you can do drugs recreationally, and--gasp!--you can succeed, get things accomplished, not be a crack-whore, and not run over some girl on a bike in a Burger King drive-thru. We've had years of the Just Say No, D.A.R.E., and countless other examples of "Drugs are for Losers" campaigns. People scoff at the notion of recreational drug use, even going so far as to say that it doesn't exist. That you cannot do drugs and, well... succeed. At something.

Now, I don't say that everyone should do every drug. Nor do I think all drugs are equal. And I certainly don't think pot leads to other drugs.

But I am saying that Phelps shattered a huge myth about drugs, drug use, and drug users, and nothing pisses off Americans more than having their little myths destroyed.

As if we don't have hundreds of other myths to cling to.

Sorry for the delay. My old-ass computer was giving same-ol' problems! But finally, at long last, I present to you something I promised a few weeks back: TWINCEST!

( Highly sensitive material under the covers... )

And finally, I leave you with a scene from the aforementioned Brotherly Love, featuring not just Joey Lawrence, but all three of the Brothers Lawrence. It's absolutely un-funny and I can't believe it lasted longer than a season, but Joey does look damnably good in tight shirts. Maybe that explains it?

For serios.

Let's hope he doesn't drown, eh?

It was only a matter of time before I jumped on this issue, I guess. I tried to avoid it, because I think everyone who talks about English language and its many pitfalls and oddities always brings it up. But recently, I've taken on a heep of beta assignments again, and I'm seeing—of course—a lot of confusion with lie versus lay.

This is an unfortunate little tick of English that I expect will be an unfortunate tick of English for the rest of its days, poor dear. It really is one of the worst conjugated verbs in our language, as you'll see in the chart that I've provided. It took me forever to get a handle on it, and for the longest, I had the chart below stickied on my computer screen, pasted in all of my English course books and notebooks, taped to the inside of my writing journal. I even have it as a hidden file over on Fag and a Slash, for when I need a quick reminder and do not have any of the above at my disposal—which seems to be when I need it most. Even now, when I beta, it's usually during the second pass that I catch these errors; it simply doesn't jump out on the screen for me!

It probably never will.

Fortunately, I hope this chart can help you as it has me.

As you can see, to lay requires an object. When you are to laying something, you use to lay. When it is you that is laying yourself, or when it the subject of the sentence laying itself, you use to lie. Oddly enough, the confusing sentence I'm lying as I lie has always helped me remember that the subject lies when it lays itself. Er... well, you know what I mean.

But I like that little sentence because of to lie's confusing relationship with to lie [as in to tell a lie/fib/fabrication]. Am I telling a lie as I lie down? Or am I lying down as I tell a lie? Oh, the deliciousness of it! I mean, it's really trite, but it helped me. Maybe it—or something similar—can help you on those days when the fingers are typing way faster than the brain can work.

Gacked after I saw sesheta_66's... HELLO?!?!?!? I HAVE FREAKIN' PORN ON MY JOURNAL?!?!?!


Oh, I'm sorry. I meant Inspirational Art Films.

~le sigh~

... and I can get my body to a more... presentable state, I believe I may start wearing stuff from XDress, which I'm sure is pronounced "cross-dress".

Why them?

Well... I dunno. I like their marketing, I s'pose—and I'm a sucker for marketing [hence why I used to have a Bedazzler™]—but mainly because they focus not on guys trying to look like girls, but guys with man-body who just want to wear girly clothes of some sort. And yes, there is a big difference. Because really, this [points right] is no other word than "plain-ol' hot". Especially with a black dress kilt? Hot!

Inspired by whomever on my f'list pointed me to Utilikilts, which, while far too expensive for my tastes, at least provided interest and inspiration.