First off. Happy Birthday, Nikola Tesla. I still think you were the bee's knees, ♥

Secondly. I just got back from seeing Moon. Oh my god, it was so good. So sad, but so so good. Granted, it's the first movie I've seen since my sixth viewing of Star Trek, so anything that respects like, the laws of physics would be like amazing and impressive to me now, but still. (Also, it's a psychological drama set in space, which I love.) I finally had the chance to go to the Magnolia Theater at The Modern, where it's showing for this weekend only. So worth it.

Now I'm just going to kick back with this milkshake (which my cat keeps trying to drink, goddamn) and sit on my butt for the rest of the night. After getting my ass kicked at work today, that's totally working out for me.

Thirdly, ahaha! Thank you for the postcard elendraug. I laughed so hard when I read your little note, ♥

Mystery solved.

This is my Chekov/Sulu icon. I felt it was appropriate, because after spending the afternoon writing about Noam and Elliot's gentle courtly love, I decided to go wander off for some fanfic. And I just read the greatest story that has ever been written in the history of fandom.

Chekov and Sulu Go to White Castle by withthepilot, Chekov/Sulu, Kirk/McCoy, NC17
Sulu wakes up in the middle of nowhere, a.k.a. a seedy motel in New Jersey, in the year 2009. But that's not the only thing that's changed since yesterday.

It's crack. It's porn. It's Harold and Kumar meets Star Trek. It's the greatest thing I've ever seen. It also reminds me, holy shit, I have so much fanfiction to write.

( An itemized list of fic. )

K'Nuckles and Candy Wife. No of course not. House and Wilson. The end. You can rub Cuddy on House all you want, it's never going to take. Also, just stop trying to throw Cameron at him every few months to shake things up. Jesus.

Obviously I used to have OTPs all over the place in Heroes but uh. Yeah, I'm over that. *buries bad fandom memories in a shallow grave*

I got an email from my bank yesterday, to warn me OMG YOU'RE ALMOST OUT OF MONEY, WE MOVED SOME OVER FROM SAVINGS SO IT'S ALL GOOD IN THE HOOD. After I'd already transferred funds the day before. Sure. You're on the ball guys. I get paid tomorrow anyway so as long as I have a few pennies in there to last me the night I'll be fine.

I'm going to go back to listening to CocoRosie's The Adventures of Ghosthorse and Stillborn on loop and get some writing done. Noam and Elliot are currently sitting in Elliot's rooftop sunflower garden and discussing the history of nautical exploration. I really need to go check in on them.

I just landscaped the shit out of my manbrows. Oh my god. I actually look like a girl now.

Also. I just purchased this.



It'll be here on Monday. It could've been here by tomorrow afternoon, but I'm cheap and wanted the free shipping. Oh well. IT'S FINALLY MINE. I think I'm going to go watch Wrath of Kahn to celebrate. KAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHNGRATULATIONS TO MAGEN.

Pssst, alenxa, your Victor's in the mail, :)

ADVENTURE!

See you at San Diego Comic Con. I'll be the lone Flapjack, hanging out with the tall Rorschach. I've been practicing my Flapjack voice and everything.

Thurop van Orman confirms Flapjack will have a second season, and the season one DVD will be released September 15th.

The three people on my flist who care about this, join me in a little song.



I made the executive decision to dress as a sailor to run my errands today. I had my sailor's cap and navy-blue knee socks and everything. It was awesome.

My mother had her first Karlgasm today.

My mom: Show me a picture of this guy. I want to see how hot he's supposed to be.
Me: *pulls up KARL FOLDER on hard drive*



BAM.

Mom: That's Dr. McCoy?
Me: Yes.
Mom: My god, he's fucking hot.
Me: \o/ *wins*
Mom: I think we should watch Chronicles of Riddick. It might be worth sitting through now.

I'm so proud of her. *teary eye dance*

Under the same stars was recced to and featured on crackenterprise yesterday. *does a little twirl*

Hay hay hay

What ontd_startrek Dallas/Fort Worth Meetup, Part Three

Where TBA

When TBA (Mid to Late July, maybe? Get everyone a chance to prepare!)

The Haps Dinner (or lunch) and a movie? Maybe just get twisted and talk Star Trek? WHO KNOWS.

Let's do it??? PLOT AWAY.

Courtesy of tracker_lucifer and her friends. You know what these are? These are emoticon cup cakes.



But what's this? That's right. Victor Infernalis, the Vampire Squid. I'm so inspirational people make squid cupcakes for me. I really am just that good. Goddamn. Try not to look so jealous over there.



I went out shopping today. I feel infinitely better now, because I needed to get out and have a little bit of fun after this shitastic weekend. I got some new clothes, an octopus plushie and a hula hoop. It's sparkly pink and green and looks like stegosaurus plates - yes, I am excited about this. I can wear my stegosaurus necklace while I'm hula hoopin' in my backyard like a champ.

Then I got some Chinese for lunch, and wrote some Chekov/Sulu fanfic in my notebook. I don't even know where it came from. But you know what? It's adorable and kinda hot and I don't even care.

I need to put another D/FW meetup post together. Goddamn.

Work was such a hot mess this weekend. It was kind of depressing. So much so that when I got home, I gave up on life and just laid around watching The Thing with my cat and discussing Star Trek with tokyoghoststory. I'm not slitting my wrists over it or anything, but it just, ugh. UGH. Some fucking people.

I need to stop being lazy and go down to the costume shop this week. I require a wig for my Flapjack costume for Comic Con. I leave for San Diego on the 22nd. OMG I'M SO READY FOR COMIC CON THIS YEAR. SO READY. It's going to be crazy huge and I need to get the hell out of dodge for a little while. Also I get to see my wife, tracker_lucifer, who I miss every day. *curls up on her head*

Although I heard it through the grapevine that Flapjack might get cancelled next year. This does not please me. Not one bit.

Some things that I would like to achieve today

-Get some writing/editing done.
-Take a nap. Not so much of an achievement, but it's something I want to do.
-Find some patches and downloads I require for Sims 3.
-Sit down and go through chekov_sulu for good fic. I know who to look up for good Kirk/McCoy, but I realized I don't know where to start over there. This must be rectified.
-Go to the store. I need some perishables and new socks. This will probably wait until tomorrow though, because by the time I drive all the way back from work I'll be ready to curl up and nap.

I smell like gunpowder and my eyes burn from the sulpher. Must be all the Fourth of July.

Today at work was the slowest, most horrible day in the history of time and space. It was so mind-numbingly boring that I got to spend most of the afternoon acting like the high school guidance counselor to everyone in the building regarding work, relationships and their futures after college. I should've charged everybody a quarter a session but I didn't. Learned my lesson.

I did have time to get in touch with Laura again though, which was nice. I've been a shit person and haven't kept in touch with her like at all in the past few months. Now she's pregnant and she seems kind of vulnerable right now, and I'd feel totally horrible if I didn't at least try to talk to her again. There's really no reason that we never got to hang out like we wanted to, other than her boyfriend, and I loved seeing her when we worked and went to school together. It seems like a good time to catch up.

Anyway. I went to the Lone Star Park fireworks display in Grand Prairie last night. I've seen my share of explosions this year. I'm just going to spend the rest of the day in my jim-jams watching Star Trek movies. Oh yeah. The Undiscovered Country for the win, people. Vintage Kirk/McCoy!

I paid off tuition for the fall semester this week. That's basically the only thing I accomplished, and care to. If anyone needs me, I'll be over here writing. And it's not going to be smut this time. I swear. For real. Stop snickering.

Anyway. Hay new friends from ontd_startrek and kirk_mccoy respectively. :D Glad to have you all aboard. I'll try not to be boring.

Title: Better left unsaid
Author: eonism
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: Not mine. I'm just here for the lulz.
Characters/Pairings: Kirk/McCoy (Star Trek XI)
Word Count: 3,094
Warnings: Spanking
Summary: They both like control. Jim knows Bones well enough to see this in him as he does in himself. It’s just the race to see who wants it more.

( All Jim really knows is that it’s driving him crazy just thinking about it. )

For those of you who were curious, yes, this is the visual summary of what I've spent my day working on.



Except with more lens flares. And more Karl Urban.

I should be writing porn and editing manuscripts (which are not porn, sorry). Instead I bought Sims 3 today. Oops. There goes the rest of my life.

The sudden onslaught of Urbine spawn today has me somewhat confused. And possibly aroused, but mostly just confused. Especially since the first few that I've seen looked like either John Barrowman (Karl Urban + Chris Pine = Captain Jack? Say wha?) or James Dean. I'm in no position to cast stones, though. I think a few of us still remember the months spent using Sims 2 as a eugenics experiment, in order to prove the superior breeding of Peter/Mohinder MPREG babies. I feel no shame, though. No shame.

Besides, my MPREG babies looked like Vanessa Ferlito. Your argument is invalid.

*Isn't using Sims 3 to breed perfect Kirk/McCoy children. That'd just be silly*