Sara Bareilles/Rachel Yamagata/Raining Jane last night was absolutely awesome. Had salmon risotto and french martinis at the Back Porch Grill, earned a pass on the general admission line, and actually got a seat (in front of the main bar, no less). Sang, screamed, met some cool people. Two thumbs up, fine holiday fun.
The bunnies are out for blood, so I've decided to appease them and break the dam on my Atlantis muse. That said, my birthday will be here sooner than you know it, and if anyone would like to write me an SGA/SPN tale of Wraith on Earth (or even Replicators, in the "WTF, another shapeshifter?" vein), with John and John military history and Sam and Teyla having psychic pings and Ronon and Dean being wary and competitive, respectively, not to mention passive/aggressive, yet mutually though grudgingly appreciative (emphasis on that last dynamic), I certainly wouldn't object. Seriously. You would be my favorite person in all the world. I have some of the most talented folks in LJland on my f-list; somebody can spare me the massive coronary and/or cranial explosion that would come of writing it myself.
My sister (who is an amazing photographer) is using my place to shoot a portfolio tomorrow. For Playboy. I'm not quite sure how I feel about this (other than the initial amusement). I do know that the menagerie and I will be barricaded in my office for most of the morning, while said shoot takes place. I will own up to my fear now, as being locked in a room with my computer makes it all too easy for the bunnies to attack. They don't even have to be particularly stealthy. Instead of mismatched bookends, you see, I have matching shoulder devils. And both of them look like Thumper.
It's been awhile. Have a meme.
Quote a bit of my writing at me? Find that one story of mine that you really like, and find a sentence or a paragraph that presses your prose-buttons in the right way, and comment here with it, no matter how long or short.
Less doing a meme than taking five minutes out of your day to stroke my ego, but let's not split hairs.
Two more hours until the weekend gets underway. Chopped salad and fic writing awaits.