So, the ABC Family television show The Secret Life Of The American Teenager is almost kind of a guilty pleasure for me, because it is so moralizing and just plain bad. It is impressive levels of bad. All the characters are one-dimensional, the dialogue is forced, and its appeal is based on its sleaziness and then its message about its sleaziness. It's exactly the sort of show that scared parents would want to show their kids as their kids roll their eyes and ignore it. The panic of, "OMG HIGH SCHOOLERS HAVE SEX!" is kind of amazing.


So, X-Files this weekend, wheee. I don't even care about how bad it is/will be.

title: Best-Kept Secrets
pairing: House/Wilson
words: 3,900
rating: NC-17
disclaimer: When the vulture flies sideways, the moon has hair on its upper lip.
summary: House has a lot of secrets. Wilson is one of them.
notes: OMG. I WROTE HOUSE/WILSON. I seem to have found my H/W muse while in the pub, listening to Adam Ant and Pseudo Echo. What. Also bunnied by queenzulu's First Lines Challenge (which is an awesome challenge, btw).


( Best-Kept Secrets )

Omg. So, I'm at the pub to get some net access happening because I'm bored shitless. The pub is playing all of Mariah Carey's greatest hits. MAKE IT STOP. I will not admit that I know the song lyrics to every single song on her Music Box album. Shut up, all of you. SURELY PUBS ARE SUPPOSED TO PLAY ALL THE AUSSIE PUB CLASSICS. LIKE "CHEAP WINE AND A THREE DAY'S GROWTH" AND ANYTHING BY COLD CHISEL OR MEN AT WORK.

This conversation I had with my S.O. earlier made me lol so much:

S.O.: What's that chick's name?
Me: ...what chick?
S.O.: You know. The one you want to bone.
Me: Lisa Edelstein?
S.O.: No. The other one. Vagina Jolie or whatever her name is.
Me: *dies*

I then said something about Vagina Jolie rolling off the tongue, and he said that's probably not the only thing I want rolling off my tongue. He was slapped for being so crude (albeit lolsome).

GUYS. WRITE ME SOME FICLETS IN THE COMMENTS. I WANT SOME STUFF TO READ, as I've finished reading everything that was recc'ed to me. Here's the deal: write me anything House/Wilson or House/Cuddy (or any combination of the two), preferably of: a) sweet, sweet lovemaking, b) one of them proposing to the other, either seriously or not; or c) something that involves House persuading the other to do something against the law.

Any word length, any rating. I care not! I just want stuff to read!

Then, once you've written your ficlet, give me a pairing and a prompt and I'll write you something in return.

OK. READY, SET, GO.

I'm tired, but not in a way that I can sleep.

Um. I started a new fic; M*A*S*H/Happy Days crossover. Sounds exciting, doesn't it?

Edit to post the opening:

Fonzie has, for the entire time that Richie has known him, never been drunk. Fonzie has never been much of anything of that sort; smoking, drinking, anything, Fonzie can avoid. Richie finds this odd as he straddles Fonzie’s bike: He’s a clean-cut all-American boy and Fonzie simply isn’t. If anyone were to go out on the town with a couple of boozing, womanizing Korean vets, it should have been Fonzie.

In truth, though, it hadn’t been his idea. Did that count for anything? It had been Potsie’s idea-- or Potsie’s cousin’s idea, being as it would probably be a good plan to distance himself from the idea as much as possible before he got home. They’d gone out with some guy from Boston who had a loud laugh, a bright smile, and absolutely no happiness. As he drank, the man ( ’This is my friend, Trapper John,’ Potsie’s cousin introduced) grew friendlier; he said he had been going to visit a friend in Iowa, but took a wrong turn somewhere in Illinois. ‘Never was good at geography,’ Trapper had said, giving Richie a joking jab with his elbow.

Richie hadn’t been entirely sure if he was kidding or not, even with everybody laughing.

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Yeah, that's pretty much it.

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saw the link on colbert_report.

First Look: The Characters of Monsters vs. Aliens



Dr. Cockroach Ph.D. - Voiced by Hugh Laurie, Dr. Cockroach was the most brilliant mind in the world. He was actually attempting to combine the survival traits of cockroaches with humans, when he accidentally became a guy with a cockroach head. Maybe brings up thoughts of The Fly?


he has a mustache! *giggles*..why aren't his eyes blue :(

Okay...in the bathroom scene in "Autopsy," House listens to opera before and after the heart tracks on his iPod. Does anyone know what opera that is?

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Having lunch with his parents and his girlfriend Laura O'Toole on his birthday, adorable:

http://imnotobsessed.com/2008/07/23/happy-birthday-harry-potter

There are new pictures of him at that link.

Since June 1, which I'm counting as the start of summer--it's when I stopped caring at all about school anyway--I've written 25,729 words of fic. You realize that if I'd concentrated my creative efforts on original stuff, I'd have half a YA novel written by now? Instead, I've written 0 words of original stuff, even though there's been an original idea in my head since May. Oh well, I'll save the original writing for NaNoWriMo--I've been trying to do that for about four years now, and never got more than a few thousand words. The thing is, I never used to be able to write 1,667 words a day. But now I can do that easily. Just, actually getting around to it might still be a problem...

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The most adorable Hugh interview ever (from Stuart Little days).And he gives a shout-out to this community... sorta. ;)

I'm working on this for my uncle Bill.



It's not done yet, but I like it because you can see the progress: the front fender is nice and polished and finished off, but the rest (especially the wheels) still needs a ton of work.

It's supposed to look like a TOY, which is nearly impossible to do, but eh, I'm getting there. I'm starting to figure out that the trick is to make what would normally be subtle details (reflections and so on) more pronounced than usual.

We'll see! :)


PS: Check it out! Fantastic Stephen Fry drawing from mxdp. Seriously, even if you don't like (or don't know) Stephen, the way she's drawn him is just so cool.

Hey guys! Made some PGSM icons to show my support for my favorite pairings in the show :D



Link to icons in my journal

Two job-related stories. Moral qualm first.

i. An individual walked into the building today, wearing a dress and sporting a five o'clock shadow. Ze walked around a bit, looked at the art, used the restroom, and then left.

A little later, the Higher Up descended from the scary official office Upstairs (this would be where my boss's boss's boss eats small children and puppy dogs works) and walked to the desk where I was sitting to ask if I had seen a man wearing a dress. I said I had and she explained that the person in question had been seen using the women's bathroom, that there are children in the building and if I saw him again, I should phone the police.

I kind of stuttered and blinked and went, "Uh, er, ummmm" in that way that you do when you don't know how to imitate a functioning human being in the presence of the Higher Up. Obviously understanding my discomfort, she patted my shoulder and told me not to worry; he probably wasn't dangerous. The police were just a procaution. Then, she flitted off back to the Upstairs.

But that wasn't why I was stuttering. I was stuttering because, you know, prejudice. How do I react to that? How do I explain to this woman in her 60s the notion of gender queer?

What should I have done? What should I do? I don't plan to ever call the police on that person but I may very well get in trouble if I don't. How do I explain my reasons to my boss without sounding, well, like the liberal I am?

I asked my mum and she said, "That's illegal discrimination under such-and-such state law." And I said, "Is it? Really?" And she said, "Yes. Tell your boss to check her state laws if she asks you again to call the police." And then showed me the statutes page online to prove the point.


ii. During this past week, my eyes were sunburnt. Which is really just like any other sunburn, in that it's uncomfortable and makes any increase in temperature seem like you're circling down the drain into the seventh level of hell -- but with the added side effect that colours are a bit off and I wore my sunglasses all day. (And hummed Corey Hart for most of the day.)

It's summer. It's hot. The air condition might as well be non-existent at work. My eyes ached all day long.

Customers kept coming in holding those iced coffee mocha frappa-cappacino whipped frosty... drinks from Starbucks all day. With the over-sized straw and the clear plastic cups perfectly displaying the foaming, chilled goodness of relief. I wanted one. So badly. And couldn't have one because we're not allowed to eat or drink in view of the public.

So after I got off work, I bought myself one.

Worse drink ever. It was like a vaguely coffee-flavoured chocolate milkshake/icee spawn of bad. Not refreshing. Not hydrating. I think I was last in a Starbucks, oh, five years ago? I don't remember having this strong a reaction to their beverages. Maybe I've just become far more addicted to tea. Not that I would call that drink coffee, but -- six glasses of iced tea later, I have to pee. And I have finally gotten the taste the disgusting Starbucks milkee out of my mouth.

Why is there no mood equivelent of "need to pee"? They have everything else.

At first, these convention-y shenanigans were hurting my digestive regularity. EVEN THE FANCY YOGURT WAS NOT HELPING. Now, the art is down. Can I claim victory? I think so. I think Quentin Tarantino should make a movie about me, in fact, and call it Those Fucking Bastards Can Die. And then it would be cool and artistic and controversial, because nobody puts 'fuck' in their movie titles. And then Quenty and I would both win, and we'd go out for steak burgers.

(By the way, my parents are now keenly interested in watching Jeeves and Wooster after having viewed my Flickr site, and it was a bonding moment)

(Oh and also, my parents have viewed my Flickr site and not suffered digestive irregularities, and it was a bonding moment).

I consider these both victories. And bonding moments.

To sum up?

Licia = 3 victories, 1 potential victory with Quentin Tarantino, 2 bonding moments
Princeton Assbadgers = no victories, no bonding moments, no Quenty, no steak burgers

The end!

Rated: R
Warnings: dubious consent
Word count: 4809
Notes: Taken down to be edited, then I didn't edit. I'm still curious how sensical the ending is, because its implication is still clear to me, but I think other people will just go 'haha...what?', because, well...I kind of have a step up on others on what I mean.

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I think I'm going to hell.

When the people at the convention site weren't returning my emails, I asked for Squarespace (their host's) advice. Of course website hosts can't editorialize the content of their sites, so they directed me to the DMC Act and wished me well.

But out of courtesy, I emailed both the convention site and my contact to inform them that I got in touch with Squarespace about a Terms of Service breach. I also told them that they were hosting my art on their Flickr backup account without my permission (another breach of Terms of Service), and that I would contact them, too, if I had to. And once again, I asked them to remove my art.

This was probably REALLY stupid of me.

Here's my contact's response:


( in which Licia is openly threatened with lawsuit from a team of attorneys )

Yeah, this is no joke. I mean, it's a joke, but it's not. It's sort of alarming. Mostly I want to cry about this whole thing at this point. All I want is for her to take down my art! WTF!

I'm going to go over here and be scared now. And endure having my freaking art on her website for two more weeks, apparently.

*headdesk*

On top of all the other crap that's going on, S.O. is now unemployed. So, this means... Well, it means I say the word "fuck" a lot in a panicked/stressed/freaked out way while I wonder how we're going to survive the next however many weeks until S.O. gets a new job. Bearing in mind that we don't even live up this way. So yeah. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Though, I've panicked about it so much that I'm now at a state of apathy.

In not so fucked news, I saw The Dark Knight. Heath Ledger, WHY YOU DIE SO YOUNG? D: ALSO, X-FILES MOVIE. MUST SEE THIS. GILLIAN ANDERSON IS FUCKING HOT. And also, omg Billy Connolly. I HAVE SO MUCH LOVE FOR THIS MAN.

Um. Um. That's about it. We're still in the caravan park. Still have no idea what's going to happen with pretty much anything. STILL VIRTUALLY INTERNET-LESS. LKJADF DSFKJA;LSF RGLKDFJL. I want to rp so badly. Once a day, if that, IS NOT ENOUGH TO TAG. Anyone who is an rp addict like me would understand my PAAAAINNN. D: D: D:

lesaut and fated_addiction did this meme thing that sounds like fun. Fill in the blanks about me:


and I'll do the same for you in return. ♥

And also guys, rec me fics to read. I am super fucking bored.

AND GUISE. DO NOT, WHATEVER YOU DO, VISIT EGGCHUTE.COM. LOL I'M SERIOUS.