Karlsberg

Guys, don't ever, ever, ever buy an MP3 player from Creative Zen. Just, don't do it. I have one from 2005 and it's now not supported on their help site and they sent me a polite email telling me I was fucked and none of the online resources I've found have helped and I'm pretty sure that I just turned it into an expensive paperweight. I can't get any of the music off of there now. I had a shit-ton, and I can't access any of it.

Guess it's back to listening to CDs. I don't have the money to buy a new player, and one of the online resources told me to delete the firmware so that I could re-upload the firmware...but it's still not working and now the player won't load at all.

2008 isn't letting us go without a fight. After pounding Oregon with snow and ice, it's decided to flood. My dad has been at work for almost the last 24 hours straight, sandbagging; his work is right in the worst flooding area, bad enough that they were showing his direct boss and coworkers on the evening news, talking about how bad it's got.

Can I ask for good vibes/prayers/whatevs? My dad's a 63-year-old guy, and his back is already wrecked from shoveling snow for the last two weeks. It's really coming down outside, beating on the roof of the house where I'm sitting in my PJs. I'm so worried about him. He doesn't even have a blanket with him, or a warm place to sleep tonight. They've shut down the street that his work is on, so he can't even get out of that area.

Daaaaaad. ;___;

Well, I was holding off on this in the vain hopes that I would finish ficsoreal's Sweet Charity request before the end of the year, but with shaedowcat and my buddy Jaron on their way into town, I fear that is not to be. So, ficsoreal! It's about halfway finished, I promise! (If you even remember what the hell I'm talking about, Christ, it's been so long, I suck.) Almost all of this is bandom. I have fallen far, my friends.

( I was a busy, busy girl... )

Last night I posted about what I have come to call The Hormonal AU. Spencer is 15, Ryan is 16 and a girl who attends Catholic school. They are teenagers. They are hormonal. Shenanigans ensue.

I posted the bunny here, commented a bit more here, bunny got into the mix here, and then poor softlyforgotten¹ made a reply and quickly fell into our web of insanity here, and once those boxes got to small, here. I had to sleep, but promised them porn if they could make these two crazy kids get over themselves.

They did. *g* God bless their pointy little heads. bunnymcfoo and softlyforgotten, this one's for you. Unbetaed, unedited, I'm still half asleep. NARGH.

In case you got lost in the aforementioned tangled web, the Smith family+1 are on a vacation in Hawai'i, there's a storm, they've lost power, they're all camped out in one room with the parents on one bed, the twins on a nest of blankets on the floor, and Spencer age 15 and girl!Ryan age 16 are barely sharing a bed. Warnings for underage sex, obviously.

( Commence pr0n! )


¹ It's especially appropriate that softlyforgotten got dragged into this, since this little bunny is sort of the warm-weather, het version of Walk the Line, her much more fabulous fic that you should all read if you haven't yet.

Most all of the snow has melted, revealing discolored grass, flattened leaves, and mud. And now it's raining like a mofo. And somehow in all of the snow and ice, my car has a flat tire.

2008 cannot end fast enough. :( :(

However! 15-year-old!Spencer/Catholic-school!girl!Ryan. They've been missing each other a lot since Ryan left public school for her Dad-approved Catholic girl's school; most of their communications have been via cell phone and weekend, since Spencer's 15 and Ryan can't afford to buy a car. Except then Spencer's mom is like, "time to learn to drive on the freeway! In fact, let's go pick Ryan up from school." So they drive across town and putter outside the school. Except then when the bell rings all these GIRLS in CATHOLIC SCHOOL UNIFORMS come pouring down the steps, and the part of Spencer's brain that has recently become pretty much fixated on porn goes "GNAH?!" like some kind of Pavlovian response and oh God his mom is in the car right next to him chattering about, like, some funny story at work and he's gripping the wheel, breaking into a sweat and then RYAN comes down the stairs and OH GOD SHE'S ONE OF THEM, she mentioned how itchy her new uniform was but Spencer had thought of, like, jackets and wool trousers and people standing at attention in formation, not her white polo shirt with the top two buttons undone and the plaid skirt swishing against her skinny legs, and Spencer's mom is like, "there she is, hi Ryan" and rolling down the window, not noticing that her son is currently choking to death on his own tongue.

Or something like that.