Don't leave a voicemail, seriously.

I typed up a whole thing about the Bin Laden developments, but, blah, not worth it. You all know my politics are left of Lenin and I'm cynical as fuck, carry on. If you think we're done in Afghanistan, you need to start reading Foreign Policy, though.



( Game of Thrones )

Spoilers in comments, I'm sure. I know I will probably be spoiling the shit out of them.

I might have made a tactical error with my life. I'm watching (well, ok, I keep the tv on without paying attention to it or leave the radio on all the time) this cooking show and they're roasting a whole pig and I'm all legit "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Ima be SO FUCKING PISSED if I have incepted myself into giving up pork. All the emoticon faces of dnw.



I have a bunch of other shit to do (reviews, working on non-fannish writing, oh, idk, school shit) so I started a new fic today. It appears to be becoming Eames/OMC (who is actually a retread as I've already used this character before but I have now renamed him). The OMC is played by Henry Cavill. I hate myself a lot. It's really hard to write Eames/Dude Who Looks Like Henry Cavill and not want them to get it on. YOU TRY. This might turn out to be a gen piece about all the Important People In Eames's Life (with a side story about boning his buddy--HENRY CAVILL AND TOM HARDY IN RUGBY KIT YOU RESIST).



So if you read my stupid Inception fic, you've seen me mention my idiot friend, Liz, for whom I write all my stupid Inception fic (because, basically she treats me like her personal dancing monkey). Here is a typical exchange between us: Liz, being wrong. Like you don't get on fyff and just link drop in IM windows! I know you're lying!


Find me a meme prompt or something, this is getting desperate if I'm not really kidding about the dragon story.