July 19th, 2009

marvel - purple barton

So sleepy. So hung over. Must read a billion pages.


Dude. Somebody took Takes One to Know One, my totally self-indulgent, completely context-free story about Jim Kirk and John Sheppard getting it on, and exploded it into Congrats, You've Met Your Match (The Space Captain Remix), wherein Kirk and Sheppard are the leading BAMFs of Starfleet Academy. And I love it and adore it and cherish it and want to cuddle it.


2. I'm, like, still really behind on everything, and it's not going to get better until after Comic-Con. So if I owe you an email, or a comment, or something, rest assured that I haven't forgotten.

(And while I'm on the subject- clavally! It came! :D)

2a. Despite being totally in the weeds, I seriously have to set aside some time to sit down and write something today- something that's not linguistics-related. I'm starting to get the shakes. Maybe I'll write-or-die some porn or something.