And you point to the sky and you don't know why

EMMA SWAN IS AWESOME. SNOW WHITE IS AMAZING. I NEED ALL THE FIC IN THE WORLD.

Only one problem - I'm face blind enough that half the time I won't recognize a character when we switch worlds. It seriously took me the entire episode to realize who Mary Margaret Blanchard was. Seriously.

So this should be interesting. I hope someone with a HD camara records the whole thing!

ETA: Oh no, I only just saw this one. D: D: D: D:

I loved, loved, loved their music.

"Huh, that looks kind of familiar."
( ew )

"Oh, yeah."
( I loved that series. )

Someone's a manga fan? Or did they just watch The Thing too many times?

Um. Wow. That's an... interesting photo, Brendon.

I have a Google+ account now, and unlike Facebook, this one will include fannish content (though not necessarily a lot of it and along with the normal crap). I'm findable under my real name "Risha Jorgensen".

FYI, I'm unlikely to ever have chat turned on unless a special event is happening - something about it has always bugged me. I keep it permanently turned off on Facebook, for instance.

I glanced at this earlier today, to see if it looked like something to bookmark for later. After all, it's bandombigbang, the author's name was vaguely familiar but not someone who had really made an impression on me, and I already had about four more stories in queue that I was really excited about.

And then I got sucked in and couldn't get away. Today at work was super busy, balancing two projects that were both in crisis, and I still snuck time everywhere I could, to read for just a few. more. minutes. It was that gripping. She was that gripping.

(For the record, I've already reread the Paramore section three times.)

Away With The Boys In The Band by inlovewithnight

If you:

- say shit about how "uppity" my (black) sister-in-law is,
- and give her crap about her cornrows,
- and complain about her wanting to go to dinner right away instead of waiting around with my newborn nephew for three hours until the nicer restaurant opens,
- and complain about how terrible a mother she is because she asks my brother to run upstairs to check on the baby,
- and that she shouldn't believe the pediatrician that the rash isn't anything to worry about (while implying that she is lying about even asking him),
- and that she's sponging off my brother because you think she's probably not going back to work after three months (even though she says that she is, and anyway they could swing her being a stay-at-home mom if she decides she wants to be),
- and sneak smokes near the baby even though they've requested you smoke outside

You really don't get to bitch to me for a half an hour about her being "cold" to you, and no, you're not bending over backwards to be nice to her.

Guess why my (gay) cousin Brian doesn't really want to hang out with you either. No, it's not because he makes "bad decisions".

According to Neil Gaiman, Diana Wynne Jones, one of the best fantasy writers of all time, has died. I knew she had cancer and had ceased chemotherapy last year, but it's still the kind of news you hope never to hear.