wtf, brain.

Apparently not content to start wank in just Atlantis fandom, I proceeded to cause it in BSG fandom this morning. In my dreams.

I wish I knew what the fic I'd written was about, but I do know the first person liked it, and ysrith liked it. And then... Then came the people who said things like "I stopped reading after the third paragraph". All of which caused me to say, apologetically, "lizardbeth_j always did worry I'd cause wank with our OTP."

*snort*

On top of that, I was apparently shacking up with some guy who might have been Owen (wtf, brain, I don't even want to write porn for him. ever), except we weren't having sex, we were just sharing a house, and I kept mocking all the girls he picked up.

His latest screwed with the bookmarks on my computer which was totally grounds for me informing him I'd kill her if he didn't dump her. He had sisters or daughters, too.

Then my alarm went off.

I discovered pants.

Man. Voting is not a group activity, is it. You don't get up a group of you and go wander down to the polls and then sit around, leaning against the wall smoking French cigarettes and randomly quoting poetry (or Star Wars), do you?

It's more of a solo thing. You go, you sign things, you do your thing and you are in and out as fast as possible (maybe this is why I like girls more).

And in the end, you discover that, walking that block and a half in the freezing cold, on snow and ice, was probably not a bad thing. Even if it doesn't count anymore than it did four years ago.

Driving would have been a waste of gas, btw, and since we closed at 100 bucks a barrel today, I didn't see the point. Not to mention there really wasn't anywhere to park, thanks to the snow, the tenants already living there, and everyone else needing to park.

I do have to give points to the guy running for alderman who was standing out there, in the cold, chatting people up as they went in and out. He got my vote. It's cold, man. Of course, if it turns out he's a racist sexist baby-killer, I suppose I'll feel awful. On the other hand, maybe he'll freeze things off.

There would be a picture here of the awesome scarf karma_aster knit for me a year ago, never knowing the extreme cold we'd get, or the snow, but alas, I cannot find the camera cord. Suffice to say, I would have frozen cheeks and lungs were it not for that baby.

I...wha?

*gets off phone with mother*

*stares at flist*

You guys.

I got my mother hooked on NCIS. *gleeful*

eta: The conversation went something like this...
Me: Sorry, I was wrapped up in blankets, it's--
Mom: What was in the box?
Me: Huh?
Mom: Did you watch NCIS tonight?
Me: Damn, was there a new one--wait--
Mom: I don't know, maybe, it was the one with Kelly's friend.
Me: Oh, no, I've seen--wait, when did you start watching NCIS?
Mom: Since you got me hooked on it.
Me: *insert incoherent giggling*

There was more, like me reassuring her that Ducky was, indeed, still around. BUT DUDE.