Oh, god.

I'm getting a cat. We're getting a kitten. He's three months old; he's an SPCA rescue cat; he's absolutely gentle and sweet and amazing. His name is Josh.

We're bringing him home tomorrow. We've never had a cat before-- we've never had anything but rabbits and fish-- but we're going to try our goddamned hardest to make everything perfect for this little fuzzball.

Cat-proofing the house tomorrow morning. I don't even get this excited for Christmas, I don't think.

I went to see Predators on Saturday. I also saw Despicable Me on Friday, oh my god, could a movie actually be any more perfect? I THINK NOT.

Then I watched Alien vs Predator on Monday. Then I watched Alien vs Predator: Requiem last night.

Then I downloaded a whole bunch of comics.

I think now might be a good time to give a fair warning that I am actually pretty much fairly head over heels for this fandom. Give me all your fic now, world. I don't care if it's slash or het or gen, if it's Lex and Scar's beautiful glorious relationship, if it's Topher Grace's character getting enslaved and forced to do wonderfully terrible things with his feet, if it's That Time When Dallas Performed Fellatio On A Yautja's Gun, if it's hot Predator-on-Predator action, or if someone pops out a crossbreed baby. I do not care. Give it to me.

Alex Mercer kind of vaguely equals Predator, yes, I know.

hurr-derp, I made a new RP journal to distract myself with to have marvelous adventures on.

inquiry_intent This is Brand Nigma Michaels Nigma, and I will let you mull that one over for a second. Is he awesome? Answer: yes.

Jazz is playing his boyfriend over at evanmerkel. Enticement for you to visit: there is gay phone sex going on via cell phone right now. You know you want it.

I apologize for posting twice within, like, an hour, but the city is getting all crazycrazy right now and I feel it would be a good idea to just poke my head up and say 'hey, world, I'm here!'.

So you all know about the G20 summit. You all know what's going down in Toronto right now-- I'm not in Toronto, technically, but I am one hour and one city away in Burlington. I'm watching the live protests, and this is insane. In the past few hours, we've had riots, beatings, and three police cars burned-- like, it's kind of surreal, honestly, I feel like the Comedian's going to jump off a rooftop at any second now and start whacking people with his gun, but on the other hand, we've got people throwing molotovs.

So I'm here, world. Cross your fingers no one gets accidentally killed, because then the shit will really hit the fan.

Okay, guys. Moment of Brutal Honesty.

i'm not going to yell at anyone i swear, sit back down

I'm pretty much never embarassed by my choice in fandoms-- I mean I'm in Spy vs Spy (yes that is a link, I promise it's nothing weird, you might actually like it) for chrissakes, and I will pretty much stop there because otherwise you will all never talk to me again. NO SHAME. I have my oddities.

But recently I just got into a fandom called Marble Hornets, and it's not so much a fandom as it is something that exists, but you know. I would honestly not advise you to click that link unless it is the middle of the day and you have other people nearby, and are also fully aware of how pants-crappingly scary it is, because once you start watching I can guarantee you won't be able to stop. Don't take that lightly-- I know grown men who've cried over Marble Hornets. okay maybe not, I mean I cried, that has to count for something It's scary as hell, and two weeks after watching it I still sometimes go around the house late at night, turning on all the lights and closing the curtains, but if you can watch it in the middle of the day with someone else nearby, I reallyreallyreally encourage you to. It's delicious as far as psychological horror goes.

Um, but anyway, the point is-- I'm generally not embarassed by my fandoms (and as a rule I don't think anyone else should have to be, either). But if you know Marble Hornets, you will understand what I say when I tell you I am shipping J and Totheark, who has become Ark in my head, and feeling very very strange about it.

(There's a lot more to it, sadly. Like the fact that I'm convinced Alex and J were totally dating at some point. I don't know what's wrong with my brain.)

..to justify it, were any of you alive around when Silent Hill 2 was just becoming popular? no I wasn't either, don't worry This is kind of like Pyramid Head/James, I think. Except instead of a glistening muscular representation of rape and a sexually-deprived amnesiac sociopath, you have a stalker puppet-to-a-higher-being in a mask, and an adorably nerdy film student.

IT'S EXACTLY LIKE SILENT HILL, WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT

I'm about 90% sure that someone is going to come and murder me in my sleep for this, whether it's a diehard fan or Slenderman or freaking Ark himself. I fear for my life, fellow LJers, I do.

At the moment, it is 11:30 at night, and it is hot and icky in the house, and my best friend is most likely still on a plane flying halfway across the country to New Brunswick, where she will remain for two weeks avoiding seafood and being possibly internet-less. We might have to resort to phones if we read: I start getting a little withdrawal-y.

I am surprisingly okay with all of this, on account of the fact that I have been reading a fantastic, lovely, charming, horrific, kickass novel for the past few hours. This is significant because,

a) I have not read a novel in quite a few months-- well, okay, I've barely even written in the past few months, my brainmeats have been focused on other things-- and have been reading said novel for almost seven hours straight, which is awesome, and

b) the novel in question is Repo Men, originally published as The Reposession Mambo, by Eric Garcia. It is now a movie. With Jude Law.

As I type this, Best Friend In Question has just logged onto MSN. Crisis averted.

Okay-- this book, yes. This book is increasingly wonderful, and gory and humorous and sad and brilliant all at once, and it involves heartbreakingly close friendships and a man who's had five wives, one of whom was a prostitute and one of whom fathered his gorgeous, frail child and one of whom he killed because his job told him to, and the main character is charming and lighthearted and funny and maybe a little broken, and his artificial heart falls in love with a woman whose everything is artificial but her heart, and I am fully expecting this book to kick me in the crotch at the end and make me cry, but I've braced myself fairly well, I think.

I just killed a bug with a vaccuum cleaner, which is basically the most significant thing that has happened all day, right behind walking twenty minutes to Tim Horton's and very nearly leaving the house in my pyjamas with the TV on and the garage door open.

(I also played Army of Two: The 40th Day for a couple of hours when I woke up. Uh. It is fairly awesome. If I say anything more I might just start rolling on the floor in utter joy over this game.)

Um-- I would make a fairly terrible Buddhist, I think. The sad part of this is that it's almost midnight on a Thursday evening and I am sitting here about ready to jump in the freezer, and I just used a vaccuum cleaner to suck up a bug because I couldn't see the damned thing due to focusing for way too long on small print and very nearly knocked over a lamp.

Also, this is my hundredth journal entry. To many more, et cetera. Flisters: you have officially seen my baby years. Prepare for toddlerdom.

ETA: So now it's almost 2:30 AM and I've happily finished Repo Men. All of you, go read it right now. The copy with the picture of Jude Law on the cover should be really cheap-- even cheaper for you US folks, $8, I think-- and it has a little mini-essay detailing the production of the short story that became the novel that became the movie that was eventually published as a book, in which the author is terribly charming and refers to Jude Law as very, very handsome.

No tears were shed, which is awesome. The ending was beautiful, and I was honestly expecting it to be a lot more overwhelmingly slashy, just because, you know-- well, go out and find this book and read the first line and you'll know why, but I'm very much okay with what it did give me. There was no actual boykissing, but having the main character wake up in the hospital after one of the most grueling nights of his life, safe and warm, to the smell of lilacs and the sight of his best friend straightening up from leaning over him with a soft smile and knowing, just knowing he kissed him while he was asleep is about the most perfect thing I could have asked for.

Going to bed now. Will watch the movie tomorrow. Likely to dream about internal organs.

So. Hi guys.

I know it's been a few-- er, months since I've posted, but I'm still very much alive, I promise. I've been reading all of your entries! and sometimes not commenting SHUT UP I'M NOT ALWAYS CREEPY So I still miss you guys lots, and I still, er, am sort of keeping up with you, even if I haven't really had time to drop in to say hi.

School is officially over and done with as of an hour ago, and I'll be slowly catching up with emails/comments (and probably posting a Giant List of Things You Need To Watch/See/Play sometime soon). IN THE MEAN TIME, HAVE AN ARTDUMP.

Okay it's a pretty small and shitty artdump, but it dumps art nonetheless.

( to the dumpage )

Anyway, now I'm going to go run around in the rain. Still to post: icons, Fandoms To Smack You In The Face With, actual updates of my life yes I know you care, and, uh, pictures of my really ridiculous-sized action figure collection, for anyone who's interested. Same bat-time, same bat-channel, et cetera.

To celebrate the Olympics, my PE class brought out the snow pants and the ski coats they haven't worn in years, grabbed garbage bags and mats and cardboard boxes, and walked through the snow to the nearby park, whereupon we found the highest hill, piled each other onto our makeshift toboggans, and slid. <3

This is the first time in my lifetime that my country has hosted the Olympics. I feel really, really Canadian right now.

ETA: I am watching the opening ceremony and oh god, I sort of hate the fact that we're hosting all of a sudden, I have to wait hours to see Patrick Chan. *grabbyhands* And Germany. What in the world did you dress your athletes in? And, okay. Canada. I'm not upset, but fess up, please. Whose idea was it to erect four giant penises on the Olympic stage?

For all you Watson lovers--

BECAUSE WHEN I ARRIVE, I, I BRING THE FIIIRE

many thanks to lillithss for introducing me to that particular piece of wonderful.

This post is not actually a post, as all I am really doing is giving you memes. Firstly, I think everyone in the world is having a pretty crappy time right now-- tell me honestly that you haven't had a minorly (or majorly) icky week, because I think everyone is feeling it. AND SO,

The Whiny Crankypants Love Meme.

And I'm encouraging everyone on my flist to please do this too, because I want to love on you. <3 Even if you haven't had a crappy week! Even if this week has been okay for you! Everyone needs a bit of love sometimes.

this week has been eurghh for various reasons, and so now I am sitting at Jasmine's and listening to ~*epic love songs*~ and watching boys in videogames be stupid and amazing together. ON THE NOTE OF STUPID AND AMAZING BOYS, I really want Army of Two. Really, really want. To the degree where I am having dreams about finding it on sale and then inexplicably going broke and being unable to buy it. ALSO PROTOTYPE, GIMME. And while we're on the subject of Things I Want, a Resolute DVD would be nice too. 

And the second,

( another fandom meme because seriously they never get old for me. )

Going to go write fic and watch fast-talking British game reviews.