gyzym: (Leaf)
Three FIVE things:

1) TUMBLR. WHAT IS IT, HOW DOES IT WORK, WHAT DOES IT DO. Mine is here, and I assure you it will have changed in theme and title at least four times by the end of the week, because I am like that. I POSTED A PICTURE OF PRETTY RAIN, oh, god, social media, why, why, why, I hate you why. IF YOU GUYS ARE ON TUMBLR, TELL ME AND I WILL...FOLLOW...YOU? POORLY, PROBABLY. Oh god mostly I'm doing this so I can stop making 15 posts a day here, and/or because I like the word "tumblr" even though it frightens me.

2) Sometimes I get weird about things, you guys know this, IF I HAVE MISSED REPLYING TO A COMMENT IT'S NOT YOU, it's that I'm not getting half my notifs and Burro went back to college Sunday morning and I miss him more than is really acceptable and sometimes that kind of thing manifests itself strangely, in that I get randomly overwhelmed and then feel like an asshole when I try to catch up because HOW DID I DO THIS and blah blah because I'm a ~special snowflake~, or, to put it another way, flaky. SORRY. SORRY. I am shaking it off and am mostly back to normal now, but the last few days were kind of just missing my bro and what the hell random anxiety that I didn't recognize until it was mostly over, mixed in with a story idea that has eaten me aliiiiiive, which I desperately want to talk about but am afraid of scaring away, because, eep, pressure! What if people don't like the idea? What if people DO LIKE THE IDEA AND THEN I CAN'T WRITE IT? <---Behold, the anxiety train, it's still in the station. I will probably spend the next few days being my regular old self but compulsively APOLOGIZING FOR EVERYTHING, be warned. Feel free to just ignore that, MY APOLOGIES :D

3) Shit, I've forgotten the third thing. WAS IT THAT [livejournal.com profile] iam_space HAS LEFT ME WITH THE IDEA OF CALLING MY TUMBLR "RUMBLR IN MY TUMBLR" AND I AM HAVING TROUBLE RESISTING? OR THAT I'M ALSO CONSIDERING CALLING IT "RUMBLR STUMBLR TUMBLR" EVEN THOUGH [livejournal.com profile] wheres_walnut WILL LAUGH AT ME FOREVER? Probs.

4) OH NO I REMEMBER THE THIRD THING IT IS THAT I DISCOVERED THE ULTIMATE FANGIRL TOOL AND IT IS THE FUCKING CAPS CONVERTER. Yeah, that's right. That conversation you had in a chat window in all caps with your BFF Jill or whoever, flailing about Steve and Danny and cocks? That you want to turn into fic but can't because, oh, fuck, you did the whole thing in caps? BOOM, BABY. NOT A PROBLEM ANYMORE.

5) Random fifth thing: did anyone on my flist go to University of Michigan? IF YOU DID, SING OUT--I PROMISE, DESPITE MY OHIO BLOOD AND MY LOVE FOR OSU, I WILL NOT HATE ON YOU FOR THIS. Um, much. Maybe a joke or two, but really I just need to ask you a million questions about U of M and their alumni program for no reason at all, lalalala no reason, ahem. Leave a comment or PM me with contact info if you're willing to deal with me, yeah? Be warned: if you do this, I will probably chat at you and/or send you rambling emails at odd hours of the night.

OKAY, ENOUGH NOW. HERE, HAVE SOME SCOTTY IN FLANNEL FOR NO REASON AT ALL, NOOOOOO REASON, THIS IS JUST TO MAKE UP FOR THE REST OF THIS RIDICULOUS POST:



Hnnnng, Scotty. Hnnnng.

ETA: ALSO JESUS FUCKING CHRIST ON A CRACKER DO THESE TUMBLRBOT EMAILS EVER GET LESS WEIRD
gyzym: (Term of endearment)
So, [livejournal.com profile] wheres_walnut commented on my last entry about how she is not into H50, but wow, Scotty Caan with the well-fitted shirts. And see, my plan was to go get some soup (which SEEMS TO HAVE CURED MY ILLNESS HOORAY) and then come back and leave a bunch of Caan in a reply comment, but. Thing is, Burro, who understands me in my soul, showed up right after I got back with the soup. "I hear you are not feeling well," he said. "Let us watch Ocean's 11."

SCOTTY CAAN FOREVER, YOU GUYS. SCOTTY CAAN OF EVERY VINTAGE. BB!SCOTTY CAAN, CRINKLY EYED!SCOTTY CAAN, ALL OF THE SCOTTY CAAN. EVERYTHING IS SCOTTY AND NOTHING HURTS.

Point is, I am officially declaring it Scott Caan Appreciation Day here in this journal, and below the cut there are a bunch of pictures of him filling out those shirts. And filling out...the air around him...because hnnnng, hnnnnng, Christ that man is pretty.



EYES PEELED, GUYS. IT'S SCOTTY TIME.

I TAKE NO RESPONSIBILITY FOR THE HEART ATTACKS THE CONTENTS OF THIS POST MAY INDUCE. )

In conclusion: [livejournal.com profile] wheres_walnut, Scott Caan is sexual napalm. I hope all is clear to you now.
gyzym: (Triple banana bitch)
HELLO, LIVEJOURNAL, HOW NICE TO SEE YOU UP AND RUNNING AGAIN. *Shakes fist* It had better keep it together for the rest of the afternoon, or we are going to have words.

Seriously, you guys, I am having a day, a day full of the stomach flu and also the stomach flu. WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME, STOMACH. We are in a cease-fire right this moment, and I am hoping it lasts long enough for me to make it to the deli and get some matzo ball soup.

It will not be as good as mine, of course, but beggars cannot be choosers.

ANYWAY, I AM HERE TO SAY A COUPLE OF QUICK THINGS ABOUT MONDAY'S HAWAII FIVE-0, complete with screencaps from [livejournal.com profile] midnight_road, whose brilliance I would not have discovered without [livejournal.com profile] thegrrrl2002's last post. THANK YOU GUYS; YOU SAVED THE INTERNET FROM MY TERRIBLE SCREENSHOTS WITH THE LITTLE CLICKY BAR STILL IN THEM BECAUSE I AM BAD AT EVERYTHING ♥

Really, this will just take a second of your time... )
gyzym: (I vote for porn)
Linked by [livejournal.com profile] hermette, who must have a direct line to the land of Beauty and Rainbows or something:



I HAVE NO WORDS, ONLY FLAILING AND HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNG. I DON'T EVEN HAVE THE CAPACITY TO MAKE A DOWN UNDER JOKE IN RE: WHERE I'D LIKE THIS MAN TO BE, THAT IS HOW GONE I AM.

SERIOUSLY. SERIOUSLY.

HNNNNNNNNNNNNNG.

ETA: OH MY FUCKING GOD YOU GUYS, [livejournal.com profile] siriaeve, WHO IS A GOOD PERSON, HAS FOUND THE ENTIRE MOTHERFUCKING ARTICLE WHICH GOES WITH THIS PHOTO AND YOU GUYS

YOU GUYS

THIS CAST, JESUS FUCKING CHRIST )
gyzym: (White flower)
Heeeeey, everybody, happy "you just lost an hour of your goddamn life" day! My apologies for the mildly drunken post I seem to have made last night; it was an accident, I assure you.

So first of all, a general cry for assistance to anyone on my flist with medical knowledge and/or personal experience with this: er. Supposing...I needed to mildly concuss a 9 year old in a story I'm working on...does anyone know how that would work? I mean, ideally she ends up released from the hospital and at home and her parents have to do that wake-her-up-at-intervals thing I hear you're supposed to do for the concussed, because the plot kind of...hinges on that happening. But can that even happen for kids, or are they always kept overnight if it's seriously enough for that? And also what *level* of a concussion would it be, aren't there grades of severity, and what symptoms accompany what grades? I've been trying to research it, and the internet--which either knows me too well for comfort or is secretly my mother--keeps coming back with things like "THIS IS HOW YOU KNOW YOU ARE CONCUSSED" and "ARE YOU FEELING FATIGUED? YOU'RE FEELING FATIGUED, AREN'T YOU, YOU LOOK TIRED. YOU SHOULD PROBABLY SEE A DOCTOR."

Which, you know, would be helpful if I'd suffered a head injury recently, but seeing as I haven't (knock on wood), I NEED YOU GUYS.


ETA: WOW, okay, you guys are fucking awesome. I've pretty much got a handle on this now--thanks especially to [livejournal.com profile] gollumgollum, who is both a nurse and a genius :D THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH, OH MY GOD, I DO NOT KNOW WHAT I WOULD DO WITHOUT YOU.

SECONDLY, IT'S TIME FOR A PICSPAM FOR PRETTY MUCH NO REASON AT ALL.

Things I have confirmed for myself in putting this together: NEEDS MORE SHIRTLESS CHIN )

In conclusion, I've decided to start a new religion based around Scotty Caan wearing flannel. I'm going to call it "Hfksdfhsdkf Hnnnnnnng Scotty Caan Oh My Fucking God."



WHO'S WITH ME?
gyzym: (I vote for porn)
Dear H50 people on my flist:

I'm in the mood to write some H50 fic, but I'm not sure what, or how much, or how long, because sometimes I have days like this where the words are not readily apparent. SO: comment, yo. Gimme prompts, yo. IDEAS, YO, I WANTS THEM.

Basic rules: I make no promises about actually writing what you've prompted, because inspiration is something I am really atrocious at forcing when it isn't already there. This is a "I'm gonna do what strikes me" kind of thing; I'd like to say I WILL FILL THE FIRST TEN PROMPTS THAT COME IN or whatever, but guys, guys, I have absolutely no control over my own brain. It's possible that I'll end up writing 25 little mini-fics; it's possible that I'll take one prompt, mean to write four sentences, and come back in two weeks with 30,000 words. THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH ME, OKAY, I CAN'T HELP IT.

Basic rules continued: if you look in the comments and see something you want to write, DO EET, DO EEEEEET, PLEASE DO IT, I WILL CHEERLEAD YOU SO HARD YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW. Prompt with pictures, words, quotes, scenarios, music, whatever. And no bashing--not on characters, not on each other, not on prompts, not on fills, not on other fandoms, and not on Scotty Caan's height, okay, because that man has four inches on me and it's driving me crazy and I will cut you.



Alex would like to know what you're thinking about, guys! SCOTTY JUST WANTS YOU TO MAKE WITH THE PROMPTING.

gyzym: (I vote for porn)
Drive by post because I have to go do ALL OF THE THINGS, OH MY GOD, HOW DID TODAY GO FROM BEING QUIET TO BEING INSANE, but:



Right, okay, so. I recognize that I'm late to the Hawaii 5-0 party and this photo has probably been out there forever, I UNDERSTAND THIS, I DO. However, I did not figure anyone would suffer from seeing it again, because, I just.

Scotty Caan, what even is this? What even are you? How are you so ridiculously adorable all the time, INQUIRING MINDS WANT TO KNOW.

*dashes off again*

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