Well. Fuck.

Oh well. Better luck next time.

( SPN 6x12 )

So, elsewhere, the topic came up of older novelists very quietly inserting gay characters into their books and never really mentioning it, but leaving clues for those who are interested in seeing them. The best, cleverest example I've come across is Dorothy Dunnett in the The Lymond Chronicles.

( Blithering about and some spoilers for The Lymond Chronicles, which anyone who hasn't read it and has even the slightest interest in historical fiction should read. )

WE WON!! WE WON!! WE'RE GOING TO THE SUPERBOWL!! I DIDN'T THINK WE'D DO IT, BUT WE'RE GOING TO THE SUPERBOWL!!

HERE WE GO STEELERS!!

Here we go, Steelers, here we go, whoo, whoo ( Read more... )

So, I don't muse on sports all that often. This is the first year I've actually paid any attention to the mechanics of the football playoffs. I only got into football a couple of years ago, at which point it all came down to voodoo, as far as I was concerned. Then last year, the Steelers just fell to fucking pieces and I didn't care quite enough ( Read more... )

So, you know the Christmas season has officially started when you can no longer leave the house without being bombarded with Christmas music. We're already a few weeks in, and I really just want to take a bazooka to every store speaker that I might possibly walk into. I want it all to be over. Now.

What makes me sad is that I love Christmas music ( Read more... )

Okay, so I've been thinking. A dangerous pastime, I know ( Read more... )

Oh, god, yum. I do love parmesan-encrusted chicken. I don't make it often enough. And hey, miracle of miracles, the crust actually came out nice this time. Usually, it's so thin and falls off when it's cooking, but this time it was nice and solid and it stayed on till I could eat it ( Read more... )

( 6x07 )