you can't do that with a tiffany lamp!

because it's been some time since I made a whorish convo post:

( Laura and I discuss Numb3rs: Liz, Don, Charlie, and combinations/permutations thereof. crack ensues. )

yes.

So, two behaviorists just had sex. The first one says to the other, "I know it was great for you. ... Was it great for me?"

(courtesy of silverjet747 ♥)

because this totally did not make me think of Numb3rs, at. all.

1) things that make me happy get posted.

2) this makes me happy. it's an adorable Numb3rs boys ficlet, w/ Scrabble, by phurie_dae. ABLEQUEBQUE.

(really, even if you're not all about the Numb3rs fandom, read this, because it's short and cute and fun and adorable. and full of awesome! just like Larry! ♥)

Title: Looking for Water
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Rating: mature for language, violence, alcohol, adult sexual content; immature for everything else
Length: ~1200 words
Summary: Oh you been fighting for my honor and I don't understand
But hold on your honor I'll get ice for your hand. -'Your Honor', Regina Spektor (the cut text is also from this song)
Warnings: incest, unresearched cracklandish math, unresearched cracklandish everything else, general halfassery, childish insults. also, Penfield.
Notes: __dtrain and phurie_dae stuck around for most of this one; it's the cause of a prompts-mashup-type-thing based on two of the prompts at eppescest (I totally co-opted them, but totally with permission): "Don attends some math event with Charlie" and "Don lays the smackdown on Penfield". Title from the song by David Bowie. I have no idea why.

( (but I'm a pizzatarian so it's a frozen pizza pie) )
Fake cut goes to my fic LJ.

my sorries for the xposts.

look! hard drive! .:: dances ::.

and I got it all set up all by myself (with a little help from Daddy, over the phone). go me! and I only dropped THREE SCREWS, and I only lost ONE.

*g*

things:

richard paper- half typed; due ... .:: checks bare wrist ::. oh, 4 hours ago. FAIL. though you know what, the lab was a huge swarming mass of asshattish last-minute students last night and I've been at class all day and MY WRIST HURTS FROM THIS KEYBOARD SETUP. bitch. also, this paper has made me want to write A-WHOLE-NOTHER PAPER, and I don't think my brain can handle it. for at least a month.

weather- dreary. gross.

hard drive- arrived yesterday! with OS & co. CDs from home! I will install it and stuff maybe Thursday night I think! or sooner!

number theory class- INSANE. WE ARE INSANE. it was awesome. we made fun of Gauss and everything. and I kind of got most of the stuff that was said! and someone said P vs. NP! and I'm a dork!

lj- apparently you can hit enter from the subject line and make your post. at least I think this is the case, because I accidentally hit enter instead of apostrophe when I was typing this subject line and the update page went all: "ERROR! MUST PROVIDE ENTRY TEXT!" but without the capslock or the exclamation points. I added those for emphasis.


I dropped half a chocolate chip cookie in my coffee at lunch. D:

so. watching Numb3rs on Innertube. and basically?

DON. SEX. with the ... yeah. um. possibly the best break from obsessive, unrelenting paper-writing EVER, except for the fact that now I'm not sure I'll be able to get back to the Richard II analysis brainspace, because mybrainisjustalittlepuddle.

well, I have the whole rest of the episode to recover, so good luck me.

and even if I DIE, RIGHT NOW, it was maybe worth it. holy hot half-naked FBI agent, Batman. *flail*

***
ION, my hard drive should arrive on Monday! I may be en route to a return to computerage as soon as next weekend, if all goes well! .:: cheers ::.

just pretend this fits into the timeline of 3x04, The Mole. also, pretend I looked up and got right all the things that I totally pulled out of my ass.

( **Spoilers for The Mole (Numb3rs) and The Cardinal of the Kremlin (Tom Clancy)** )

I had intended to set up a game of drabble scrabble before I left, but was too busy missing the bus on Friday to follow through. instead, I am now (as the subject line states) issuing a totally spontaneous pan-creative inherently flexible challenge/prompt. it is as follows.


"They say communication is a two-way street, baby, and here I am, standing on the sidewalk."

fanfiction. original fiction. nonfiction, faux-nonfiction. prose, poetry, song. graphic. vid. use the sentence. use part(s) of the sentence. edit the sentence. don't use the sentence. fall back into an old and comfortable place, or try something new and daring. or mess around in the middle. do whatever your little heart desires. damn the consequences.

there is no word limit, no rating limit, no size limit, no time limit.

just go.

leave a comment with your response, a link to your response, your idea(s) for a response, your opinion, and/or anything else you can think of, up to and including -- but not limited to -- your favorite 1930s-era indoor lighting fixture. I? am going to bed.

so! this Friday, I fly down to Miami for the weekend. very exciting! it means, though, that I have A LOT A LOT to do between now and then, so I'm pretty much backing off of LJ up to and through the trip. I will be back on Monday, October 16! I may be popping my nose in here or there before I leave, but don't expect much activity.

also, suggest text for this icon!

because I can't think of any.