one wound-up punch of intuition

My home is currently an incubation chamber for paint fumes, drills, and death plague. I am somehow the sole healthy body in the house. This is the exact opposite way that this usually works. It's freaking me out, and I am basically at this point just waiting for the moment where I start hacking. Especially since, given the oncoming freight train of a blizzard, I am probably going to wind up locked in the house with the plague carriers all day on Wednesday.

If the power/internet goes out, I am going to die. My pre-ordered copy of the Pioneer Woman's new book (yessss Black Heels to Tractor Wheels) had best arrive post haste.

While I'm on the subject of death, with every fresh storm, my commute becomes more and more like a Jason Statham movie. The snow piles have gotten to the point where they're crowding parked cars out into the road, which is a particularly un-fun experience on the city's already-narrow streets, and where they are so high that you can't fucking see around corners. Taking turns has become an experience in ball-steeliness. I just gun it and hope that nobody hits me. I love snow, but I do not love careening through the city in it. (Actually, that is a lie. I would totally love careening through the city in it -- if there weren't any other cars on the roads.)



HAHAHA OH MY GOD NO MORE EIGHTIES SONGS. SERIOUSLY. NO MORE JOURNEY.

Be forewarned that there is a promo picture from an upcoming episode in this meme response! I really don't think it's very spoilery, but your mileage may vary. Also OH MY GOD, they released the Super Bowl episode songs this morning, and I couldn't give two shits about three of them, but I have been listening to the fourth all day. It is 100% absurd.

( Glee meme day 24 - The character you would like to hear/see more of )

EDIT: ( OH MY GODDDD WHITETEXTED SPOILERS )

For fuck's sake. When it is 5:00 P.M. in December and thus pitch black outside, and you're wearing a camouflage coat and standing at one of the busier intersections in the city, it is not a good idea to run across three lanes of traffic right after their light has turned green. For the love of fuck, wait for the walk signal, or at least, oh I don't know, a red light.

This message brought to you by the fact that I came really, really close to hitting a pedestrian on my way home from work. Dude bolted in front of me out of nowhere (and how the hell he made it across the lane to my left, I still don't know, but the SUV beside me blocked him from my view til it was almost too late); dude froze up in the middle of the lane and held his hands out toward my car, like he'd be able to stop it superhero-style. I slammed on the brakes and my front bumper stopped no more than a couple inches from his legs.

I honestly don't even remember seeing him run the rest of the way across the street after that. I mean, he must have, because I was able to keep driving afterward and I didn't, you know, hit anything. I think I whited out a little bit? I remember the two of us staring at each other across my hood, his shocked face lit by the headlights, and then the next thing I remember, I was at the next red light about 500 feet up the road.

Then my hands shook the whole way home and I raided the liquor cabinet. THE END.

Someone at kurt_blaine made a speculative post about @FreePavarotti last night, which somehow led to me banging out 3000 words of Glee RPF at three in the morning. I have never written RPF in my life and it usually makes me uncomfortable. What is this fandom doing to me??

(While I am at it: I wrote Kurt/Blaine sexytimes a while back and was too embarrassed to post it here, but I'm running on about two hours of sleep for the third night in a row and I'm kind of tanked off godawful whiskey shots, so I couldn't care less about my paranoia problems right now. SO HERE. I am probably going to regret both of these links after I sleep, but for now: NO SLEEP TIL BROOKLYN SHAME.)

Tweet Tweet Chirp, Glee RPF, Chris Colfer + Darren Criss + Warblers shenanigans
Somebody at E! Online catches wind and bangs out a quick blurb about the account mid-morning, and when Chris checks after lunch, Pavarotti has 10,000 Twitter followers.

How to Break the Spell, Glee (already totally jossed, as I knew it would be), Kurt/Blaine
Kurt knows he should really get home after an entire afternoon spent at Blaine's house, but Blaine can be pretty persuasive when he puts his mind (and his guitar) to it. (Technically not work-safe.)

( Glee meme Day 11 -- favorite Sue Sylvester moment )

On the subject of Glee -- the spoilers that are coming from extras currently on-set for the post-Super Bowl episode are so amazingly ridiculous. Like, taking the show's usual absurdity and rocketing it up about sixteen levels.

I want it to (A) snow, and (B) be Christmas. I want both (A) and (B) for many reasons (like: three-day weekend! family time! traditions! yuletide! SNOW IS AWESOME!), but mostly because I got to pick out Christmas gifts last week and I know that there are ridiculous L.L. Bean snow boots and slippers waiting for me. I want it to snow so that I can wear the boots, and I want it to be Christmas so that I can have them!

Mostly I just really want the slippers. It was 10 degrees today; the hardwood floors in this house are like Antarctica.

( But look how cute they are!! )