you can't do that with a tiffany lamp!

World of Warcraft is officially at Hot Topic. so now will y'all stop playing it?

also,
( people, tell Laura this is an awesome Don/Charlie colorbar, because it is and she keeps arguing with me. )

you thought you'd get away without a post today, didn't you? WRONG.

( quiz )

also:

( College Democrats in Milwaukee against the ban on gay marriage )

as I told jobiegirl6, I am so there in spirit!

now, back to the 'write one number theory proof, write ~100 words of porn, repeat' method of spending my evening. :D woot!

if I ever get a Real, True Migraine, I think it will feel something like this. specifically, like I forgot to turn my brain right-side out after washing and before re-insertion, and now it's wedged in there all wrong and just ... wrong., and I woulf not be at all opposed to digging it out with a dull rusty spork.

it is probably apparent that I am typing with my eues closed.

fuck the Irish paper; fuck the number theory problem set; I am going to bed.

you know why? because this just happened:

phurie_dae: *links to random freezeframe from the end of 2x11*
phurie_dae: It's like a Herbal Essences ad.
phurie_dae: Shower and everything.
phurie_dae: A truly mathemasmic experience.
phurie_dae: Shut up, it's late.
meletor_et_al: can't respond. dead from laugh.
phurie_dae: I'd add the text, but that would involve keeping a straight face and not stuffing my sleeves in my mouth to keep from waking the flatmates.
meletor_et_al: I have PS7 up, and no roommate.

POSSIBLY NSFW: ( Herbal Eppescestces? )

well technically, this is the fic I was supposed to post today; that other one was just a fluke. .:: shakes fist at johanirae and her darned birthday! ::.

Title: Mersenne Primes
Author: Mel (meletor_et_al)
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Rating: Mature for adult sexual content, language, mathematics
Length: ~2,300 words
Summary: The first rule of fucking your brother in the shower is -- you do not talk about fucking your brother in the shower. Apologies to Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club.
Warnings: incest, underage (NOT statutory), angst, elementary number theory, POV and verb tense hopscotch
Notes: Deepest thanks go to __dtrain for holding my hand and phurie_dae for cheering me on, no matter how wacky it got. Loving phurie_dae for the final nitpicky beta. Takes place during 2x4, Calculated Risk - it's not hard to guess where. No spoilers, though.

( Don is n. )
Fake cut goes to my fic LJ. x-posted to numb3rs_slash, or something.

AND NOW I GO RUN AWAY FROM LJ UNTIL I'VE WATCHED THE PREMIERE, WHICH MEANS I HAVE TO DOWNLOAD IT WHICH COULD BE A COUPLE DAYS ;_; because basically, not only do I not have a TV (and there're no TV sets in ANY of the Chamberlain common rooms, the Hell?), but I'm also a cranky self-centered bitch who does not want to be spoiled or see anyone else enjoying what I can't have. .:: pouts, whines, and is generally five years old about it ::.

am of course available via e-mail (which I'll be obsessively checking for feedback, natch) and IM, just DON'T TALK TO ME ABOUT THE NUMB3RS PREMIERE OR I'LL CRY ON YOU! 'kay. ♥

thank you, phurie_dae! ♥ ♥

.:: trots off to a long lunch, big shiny new book in tow ::.

Rob Morrow is a FORCE OF EVIL.

( 'It's not just like he's asking for it. It's like he's jumping around flailing his arms shouting, 'Slash me! Slash me!'' -Laura )

so, deciding to take a break from my two longer and decidedly more serious WIPs (and also from my German homework), I WROTE CRACK. go figure. __dtrain encouraged me o_o

Title: Wet T-Shirt
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Rating: Rather adult-like for suggestive sexuality, some explicit terms and themes, language
Length: 742 words
Summary: "Yeah, and you said you'd dress like a cheerleader for a whole day."
Warnings: incest, miniskirt, CRACK, unbetaed
Notes: I TOTALLY AND COMPLETELY BLAME ROB MORROW FOR THIS. It's all in the DVD commentary for the pilot episode. He is an evil, evil man. This has absolutely nothing to do with my crack-based neural functions, at all.

( Either Charlie's probability algorithms had been incorrect, or Don had cheated. )
Fake cut goes to my fic LJ. x-posted to numb3rs_slash.

I. just. no. it's just. I can't --

TOO MUCH AWESOME; DOES NOT COMPUTE. BRAIN ASPLODY. OMG.

Peter Jackson wants to adapt Temeraire!

and yes, I know it's old(ish) news by now. but I didn't get to lj until after my 8:30 Shakespeare, so DAMMIT I'M SQUEEING ANYWAY.

A LOT.





eeeeee!

and can I just say something?

David/Colby David/Colby David/Colby David/Colby.

kthx.