this tragic display of my last laugh

( Reactions For Tonight's Bones Under The Cut )

In other news, my DVR decided to record American Gladiators instead of How I Met Your Mother. Um, thanks DVR? It's okay, though. Luckily Jesus and Santa Claus had a drunken one-night stand resulting in the internets, and now I can watch shows later if I miss them the first time. That's the story of Easter, right? I stopped going to church when I was four, and I get all confused.

Are you bitches ready for some TOTALLY EFFING ADORABLE CAT FOOTAGE?

( Backstory and links under the cut )

OMG guys, Click here to see my totally adorable effing cats.

I have NOT already re-watched last night's How I Met Your Mother twice. That would just be sad.

Me: Where ya going?
QB: To wash my face. Oh, sweet Jesus!
Me: Babe?
QB: Oh dear Lord, that's the biggest cockroach I've ever seen.
Me: Okay.
QB: You don't understand. It's so big. It's going to destroy the house. I think it just destroyed Cleveland.
Me: It sounds big.
QB: Babe, it's sitting on the toilet, reading a magazine and smoking a cigar.
Me: ...
QB: A cigar, lady!
Me: Do you want me to man up and stomp on it for you?
QB: Yes!
Me: Okay. I'm going to need your shoes.
QB: Aieeeeeeeeeee! *splat*
Me: Did you step on it?
QB: I HAD to. It CHARGED me.
Me: Would you like a gin and tonic?
QB: yes, please.

Hi livejournal! I know I've neglected you for months, but

( HOMG HIMYM reactions beneath the cut )

( How I Met Your Mother - spoilers for last night's episode behind cut )

Ohmigod, that gives me the best idea ever. Since I'm on a Torchwood kick right now, maybe I need to write some Captain Jack and Barney buddy road-trip fic. Yes. this should happen.

Title: Diagonalizable
Author: sadiekate
Characters/Pairing: Gwen/Owen; appearances by Jack, Tosh and Ianto
Rating: PG-13, for language
Spoilers/Warnings: Through episode 1.6, Countrycide
Notes: So, this is my first fanfic in over a year. Heck, it's my first original writing of any sort in over a year. Did I do something easy, and write in a fandom I know, such as Veronica Mars or The Fandom Where The Rosenbaum Makes Out With Everyone? Oh no. Not me. Can't keep things simple. Instead, I pick a show set in Wales, with a lot of British and Welsh people, and try to do a somewhat passable job of capturing the parlance. Oh, and I write it in second person. CLEARLY I AM A PSYCHO. But you guys knew that already. Big thanks to flickerofyou for encouraging my clear mental instability. Also, thanks to bitter_crimson for teaching me the word, "diagonalizable". It has nothing to do with the fic, but I didn't have a title, and it is an awesome word.

( You feel something for him at that moment that you might call affection if you were feeling it for anyone else. You reach out and touch the back of his neck, and his hair curls soft around your fingers. In the space of an instant you feel your tidy universe shift off-kilter. )

I was at work for over 12 hours today, and I was so tuckered out, QB took me to dinner at our favorite Thai restaurant, and then bought me a bottle of limoncello, which we have been steadily downing for about an hour and a half. So, in honor of this special drunken ocassion, here is a poll!

Poll #1085458
Open to: All, results viewable to: All

What Is Your Favorite Drunk Activity (Or Drunktivity, If You Will)?

(P.S. It took me ten minutes to correct the typoes in this post - I apologize in advance for any incomprehensible comment replies.)

(P.S. 2 "Incomprehensible" is a word drunk people should avoid typing at ALL COSTS KTHXBYE.)

Thanks to kammgirl for two more months of paid time. Now I get to flaunt all my new icons!

And thanks to flickerofyou for pep-talking me through my first fanfic in almost two years. I still have a bit more tweaking to do, but stay tuned for Torchwood fic this week!

Inspired by syndicated reruns I bring you the following poll:

Poll #1081395 Important Questions About Not So Important Sitcoms
Open to: All, results viewable to: All

Who Was The Boss?

QB refuses to choose any of the above answers. Here was his response:

QB: Sam (aka Alyssa Milano) was the boss. The boss of my HEART.
Me: More like the boss of your pantalones.
QB: Synonomous.

(This post has been brought to you by the letter: I have slept five hours in the last three nights, but still managed to crank out 2,500 words for NaNoWriMo AND still felt the need to make inane livejournal posts before collapsing into a gibbering heap of exhaustion on the floor. Wait. is that a letter? ZOMG I am so tired.)

Thing One: Today is the last day of my vacation. I had a wonderful time, and I am a little sad about having to dive back into twelve-hour workdays six days a week until mid January.

Thing Two: When you are traveling on a plane? And you bring the first series of Doctor Who with you? I don't recommend watching Father's Day on the way up north. You will cry. Unprettily. Snot and everything.

Thing Three: If you do the aforementioned thing in thing two? Subsequently learn from your mistake and do not watch The Parting Of The Ways on your retrun trip home. You will weep all the way through baggage claim and out to the car.

Thing Four: I just finally almost got enough new userpics selected - and now my two-month (three-month?) account that kammgirl so kindly paid for is almost up. We should maybe all email QB and tell him that me signing back up for a paid account is NOT an extravagance, and I WILL use it.

Thing Five: I think I maybe started writing some Torchwood fanfic last night. I don't know. It's been such a long time since I've written anything. And if I DID write something, Torchwood would be at least fourth on the list of things I thought I would write. So I don't know.

QB: I spend pretty much every episode of Tell Me You Love Me waiting for Katie and Dave to just have sex already.
Kate: Now you know how I feel about EVERY SHOW I HAVE EVER WATCHED, EVER.

Okay, sorry, seriously, this is my last post tonight.

HOWEVER. QB and I have this running joke that our cat, (aka The Schnookie) is really into L'il Jon - to the point where anytime he likes any song at all, he immediately decides that Lil Jon sings it, even if it's by like, Burt Bacharach or something. I DON'T KNOW. We don't really have a social life, so we have to make our own fun.

Well, our point was just proven. The Schnookie DOES like Lil Jon. You know how we can tell? Because we were just having a little dance party to "Get Low" (like we do, sometimes) and The Schnookie - and I SWEAR TO GOD this is true - jumped up on the desk and raised the roof. I am not kidding. He looked at QB, who was raising the roof (QB is very square, and thinks this a good dance move), and then the cat lifted up his paw and RAISED THE MOTHEREFFING ROOF.

He is clearly an evil genius.

Oh, and also, because I forgot to mention this earlier:

On the radio earlier today? We heard "Foolish Beat" by Debbie Gibson? ON A FRICKING OLDIES STATION.

And then I checked myself into the nursing home and died.

I'm sure no one else is watching this trainwreck, but The Next Great American Band is kind of awesome, for no other reason than Light of Doom, which is my new favorite band. Coincidentally, my influences are also ninjas, boobs and explosions, so I may be biased.

So, I had a totally awesome weekend. Vacations are awesome! I should take them all the time.

Friday night, QB and I went to the So You Think You Can Dance live tour. It was even better than we could have dreamed. The dancing was so much tighter and better than it even was on the show. The dancers are all adorable and personable. The entire thing was super well-produced. We've already decided we're totally going next year. The only downside was that QB would not let me blow $30 on some So You Think You Can Dance legwarmers, which, whatev.

The rest of the weekend was spent up in Jacksonville with the lovely hjcallipygian and his paramour. They were fabulous hosts - the food was great, and the company was even better.

Today was spent driving home on back country roads in the pouring rain. I looked futilely out the windows for ponies to steal while I kicked QB's ass playing Name That Top 40 Radio Artist. We were only listening to the radio in an attempt to find the really obnoxious Alachua County Fair jingle that still earworms me years after I've left Gainesville, and which QB has never had the (dis)pleasure of listening to. Alas, it was not meant to be.

Tomorrow: we will do nothing. And it will be everything we ever thought it could be.