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Patty leaves today. I'm super busy. Talk amongst yourselves.

Yeah, I totally booked a little spa thing for us at the St. Davids last night. Hahahahahahahaah. I know.

As breast cancer treatments get more effective, mammograms may be less helpful. This and the choices that go with it is the sort of stuff that keeps me awake at night.

You should read reannon's morning random today for her coverage of the impending execution of Teresa Lewis, a woman living with a mental disability. You should know I oppose the death penalty, because even if we can agree there are some crimes people should die for, it's not a business I want my government in. This case is one example of why.

eredien wrote a really long post that expands on what I was trying to say the other day about the lack of queer representation in media and how it's a legitimate part of whether or not I respond to an entertainment property with interest. I'm still really upset about that entire situation, btw, but so it goes. Let's have some Covert Affairs fandom, right here!

I may have cadged the ticket I want to the Paley Center thing, in a standby sort of way, which makes me wonder just how early I should get on that line -- it's a fine line between effective and crazy. But I'm not even sure of this much yet.

There's this random sentence in the Pam Cook book, that while making perfect sense, sort of comes out of nowhere and immediately recedes back to same. I assume there may have been another tangent that came off of it that then went away in editing, such that the sentence just hangs there:

"... cinemas as illusion, and the construction of imaginary worlds into which one could escape without being incarcerated."

Um, is that generally a concern with imaginary worlds? Also, could an Aussie tell me if incarceration implies prison or mental-health related hospitalization more in your English? Is this the author's version of referencing Snape's Wives?

Everything is performance, maybe: Stephen Colbert will be testifying before Congress, on a serious issue, and some are claiming it will happen in character.

Has anyone seen Catfish? Do I need to care? Or is this just another installment in this year's on-the-Internet-no-one-knows-you're-a-dog there's-no-such-thing-as-the-truth movie meme?

There is way too much video porn and shoe shopping spam on LJ today. WAAAAAAAAAAAAAY too much. LJ is also being somewhat uneven with comment delivery today.

This may be more of a challenge than I'm up for and not really my format (short is not my forte) or medium, but I'm still very tempted.

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Covert Affairs Joan/Annie comment fic to maybe cheer you up a little teeny bit.



Watch everything and say as little as possible. Joan operates the way she is supposed to. She trusts no one deeply, and would not insult Arthur by saying she does. He's a spy. She's a spy. They ferret out and keep secrets for a living. She's still trying to figure out how much of Annie's seeming earnestness is real and how much of it's an act. It's a puzzle. Joan is very good at puzzles.

Everyone says Annie reminds them of Joan--a younger Joan. But Joan knows she was never that earnest. And the romance with Ben is so pedestrian and really, it reads like something from the paper back section of the bookstore. Joan is almost disappointed in Annie for falling back into bed with Ben in Sri Lanka. It's obvious neither of them know they're being watched. Joan likes to watch. It gives her an almost omnipotent feeling.

Ben and Annie coming together, well, it's like watching a car wreck and Joan cannot turn away from the grainy images. She knows their romance is going to end badly. It has to. Still she watches Annie with her head thrown back and wild noises escaping her throat and Joan crosses her legs to increase the pressure on her sympathetic throbbing. She'll take it out on Arthur later and he'll never know where it came from. He takes it as his due.

Sometimes Joan wonders what it's like to be a man--to take a woman and thrust yourself into her. She'll never know, but she thinks she'd rather lie with Annie as herself and drink her in and have her the way no man ever could.