random thoughts

[rispacooper]

Something was brought to my attention, so I feel I ought to quickly point out here that I openly and freely admit to writing mostly historical porn stories in order to avoid the AIDS/condom issues. It makes things easier when all you have to consider is whether or not a character would be circumsized. But that doesn't mean I am advocating sex without condoms, alright? That's just fucking stupid. Honestly. I'd like to think my characters would be smarter than that. As much as Rene might bitch about wearing a little jacket on his jimmy --and you know he would-- he still would have the damn thing on.

Anyway, haven't been on since I've been working and trying to contain my mad crushes on various TV personalities all week. Also, have been trying to plot...not the best thing to be doing while driving or working with sharp blades (hand is healing nicely though) but interesting. Fun. Reread Maurice, or at least the ending. Read Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus (or however it goes). Giggled a lot. Isn't that author divorced now? Updated Recs pages a bit. New Sherlock Holmes rec. Few more for Fullmetal Alchemist. Tried to compile some for Trigun, got lazy and didn't. (I'm starting to think I can't rec for shows I take far too personally). Collected several stories to read and possibly rec and never got around to it. Organized my CD's for no good reason.

Hmmm. Classic symptoms of Writing Avoidance. But ending of Sparrington story is not yet plotted. And my brain keeps shying away from thoughts of Chapters 22 and 23 of IOS. Damn. Rented Troy to rewatch for Pooky's challenge of Hector/Achilles. Haven't watched it though.

I suck.

Comments

[rispacooper.livejournal.com]

well i wouldn't put one on rene then. i just like to imagine rene and james standing in front of the condom counter, rene getting distracted by color and size. james reading the boxes intently.

[pir8fancier.livejournal.com]

At the sight of James intent study of the warnings, Rene frowns in supreme irritation and utters a blasphemy in honor of one of his Catholic saints. Upon which James blushes, and Rene drags him out of the store for an impromptu blowjob in the bathroom of the nearest Peet's.

Was coffee even available then?

[rispacooper.livejournal.com]

oh yes they had coffeehouses. but i rather like the idea of bj's in a Peet's bathroom than a dirty room lined with a wooden bench with a few holes in it.

some former hippie professor type waiting impatiently outside the door, trying not to spill his quad half caf soy latte.

[(Anonymous)]

He's only waiting impatiently until James starts yellling Rene's name. Then the guy has his ear against the door and he drops his fucking drink because why would you even care about that quad half caf soy latte when there's hot man sex going on four feet from you.

I know how I stand on that issue. Latte/Smatte.

[rispacooper.livejournal.com]

yeah i'd chuck pumpkin spice whatever into an old lady's face for the chance to listen in on that