lady_sarai

So, first, a hello to my new friends! =D Hi! I'm really *very* blown away by the responses I've gotten to The Smell of Smoke and it means a lot to me. Thank you!!

Second, xenokattz has a bit of a habit of breaking my LJ. (I'm sure it's happened more than the times I've caught and tagged it, though. Hmm. Although by now we've also broke *her* LJ a time or two.) So, yesterday, Katt and I broke BOTH my LJ AND hers. I think this deserves a reward.

To quickly recap, there is a bar/pub where movieverse!Clark Kent, Richard White and Bruce Wayne went for drinks. Wherein Elemental!Remy Lebeau was the bartender. And eventually the *rest* of the Summers brothers wound up involved, along with various other Marvel and DC comicverse characters, including Roy. And there is much snark and flirting. And eventually we're going to have to clean this up and put it somewhere where people can read it, or where WE can read it, anyway.

We moved to IM. O_O Recorded here for posterity and our amusement. And hopefully yours:

xenokattz: YAY! tonight is the night No More LJs Will DIE *waves flag*
Lady_Sarai: ...except that it's fun to kill them sometimes, so I'm sure that won't stop COMPLETELY.
xenokattz: Then this is the night Fewer LJs Will DIE!!
xenokattz: *L* The internets WANTS broken LJs because it loves rum
Lady_Sarai: can we break an LJ from here?
xenokattz: There must be a death ray of some sort. No benevolent dictor of worth lacks death rays.
( We rule the world so much it takes three countries to contain our awesomesauce. Also, there is a naked mole rat of win. )

If you read and followed that and are amused, I salute you. If you aren't amused... do you like nutella?

And Katt--the LJ-breakage offers a buffer of time that IM does not, which could prove dangerous in future interactions. Well, dangerous to Richard.

I was going to try and not spam my LJ today, which so far has worked well. No promises for this evening, however. My brain is operating on shuffle-mode, as aradiachiba discovered this morning:

( Another IM conversation in which I operate on RANDOM and there are bunkers of toothpicks, Punky Power and coffee. )

In other news, I'm still loving my pretty, pretty music. :) Not sure about the new layout, but there are *penguins* so...

Also, I'm in that really fun new-fandom phase where everywhere I go, there is something to read. And I'd like to read as much as I can, but--you all are prolific!! (This is a *good* thing.)

So, a minor request to my new friends: Would you mind reccing a few of your own fics to me? Because I want to read them, but I'd like a starting-point, and who better to ask? :)

ETA:D'oh! LJ cuts should work now. Shoot.

I'm not f-locking this because Katharine, I love you and I miss you. Everyone should know what a wonderful and special person you were and that I have been blessed to have you for a friend, even if it wasn't for long enough.

Katharine's obituary

( For my own sake, when the link eventually expires. )

( I'm sort of a mess right now, and I'm cutting this for use of the term 'wallow' in a non-sarcastic way. )

Unrelated, the girls are better than the boys on AI, and Randy and Simon must be having PMS.

Now, that all being said, I'm really just in need of some cheering up, and I expect that tomorrow this will especially be the case.

So! Help me out?

Leave me shiny happy bright things (or even not so shiny-happy-bright things) to come home to tomorrow night.

Also, if anyone knows where I can grab up some DC fics--particularly Dick Grayson and Roy Harper (OMG, ROY, how did you steal my heart so?)--point me? Or point me to people who know? ;) As my flist (as awesome as you are) is not so DC related, I won't ask you for Dick/Roy pr0n, even if I kind of want it. ;)

(And I have no idea when I'll be home, but if anything bad happens on Grey's Anatomy, it might BREAK ME. In a not good way.)

Link me, write me, comment-fic me. Show me something silly or happy, or even not-so-happy if it's in a fandom I like.

Go ahead and have a comment-war and break my LJ, even if I'm not here to participate. That'd be fun to come home to.

So, um, make me smile, please? At this point, in this mood, I am not above begging.

I ♥ my flist!

ETA: I was doing laundry and my mother nagged me about the dryer stopping and I groaned and she said "I know, I know, I'm the dryer nazi." I think she wins with that comment--it sent me into gigglefits until I cried.