sundries

We train girls early and often to police and abuse other girls; we eat our own. Seriously, are slut lists a revelation to anyone?

Someone get this guy out of the air before he plows his plane into her house in vengeance. The FAA is apparently too stupid to understand how this sort of thing _is_ a threat to air safety.

I covet Coventry. I went to the Fluevog store yesterday to try on the sexiest shoes ever. They were not in stock. Now I can't decide whether to pursue this. It's annoying.

There's going to be another 1940s event at the Player's Club. And it actually works in our schedule. Yes oh yes oh yes. I felt bad about not wearing a suit last time, and I think I'm going to continue to feel bad about it, because it was all so funny and loud and AWESOME. I promise not to drop redstapler again. Patty might be less safe, but ideally I won't drop anyone.

Governor's Island on Sunday! -- Although it's looking like rain. Anyone know what the plan B is on that (if there is one). marchek? I know you've emailed with Michael once or twice....?

I said it on Twitter yesterday, but it's still funny (and I still have to write the article) -- Note to self: Do not use examples from Torchwood in an article on "First Date Disasters That Lead to Second Dates."

Speaking of Twitter: today the girlnumber9 characters are tweeting about their cats. Points for realism, but really?

Are any of you people who are obsessing on Eastwick (which I haven't seen yet) familiar with the novel or the film? Is it still awesome if you have context?

You may have noticed that skinny, skinny 60s-style suits are in right now. Against my better judgment, I really do think they look great on some men, and in truth, I wish I could wear them. But as I've written about before, my hips mean I don't get to be a certain sort of guy. It's pretty interesting. But guys, if you're going to wear those suits and, we're going to see your socks when you walk (and we are, as the trouser length on these things is a bit short), wear cool socks.

If I owe you fic bits on collaborative projects, my goal is tonight, but the rest of today is going to be BUSY.

my bike has a bell!

Best thing I have seen on the Internet since FOREVER (via misch):

Wild turkeys harass mother and child in attempt to steal(?) tricycle.

[fic] art for Red and Fourth

laurab1 made me this awesome art for Red and Fourth.

Click on image for full-size.

And since we're here, I actually want to talk about it, because I went through a couple of thoughts about it, and I'm still sorta in a place with that story. In the first draft of the story I had this long scene at a party where Jack and Martin first meet. And Jack's an asshole and Martin's all "whatever" and disinterested. And I think this really speaks to that. Of course, the other thing it speaks to, which I didn't include in the story is Jack's public life with Martin. While always a D/s relationship, at a given point Jack is also very much the boyfriend and also very much a part of the business (probably in a few ways, their deal is not about monogamy), so I realized looking at this there's actually this whole circle of identity for Jack there, as Martin shoots him down for acting like an asshole playboy (which is Jack covering for how fucked up he is anyway) but at a given point Jack's also playing that character in public as part of adding to the image of Martin's business. Anyway, yeah. The story may be sparse, but I know tons and tons about the space of it.