Daydream believer

1. Losing an hour is HARD. I miss that hour. A lot. I know I'll be glad this evening when it's seven o'clock and still light out. But right now, I'm all: give me my damned hour back.

2. I had brunch with my friend and her daughter, and that was very nice. Walked home in 60 degree weather. Yay spring!

3. You know what I really want to see on my TV? A crossover episode thingy with Criminal Minds and The Mentalist, wherein the team from CM gets called in by a local jurisdiction on the Red John case, and Patrick Jayne shows up, all this is my case and I'm going to be the one to solve it. Can you imagine the CM team and how they'd react to Patrick Jayne? It would be awesome! And then, of course, the storyline would continue on The Mentalist, and maybe they'd catch Red John, but probably they wouldn't this time around, and then they could work together again, and there could be another crossover episode thingy again in the future. For the win!

4. Watched tons of baseball yesterday, and I know you'll all be shocked to hear it, but I STILL LOVE DEREK JETER. You know, just in case you were wondering.

5. This morning, I read, oh my God, this super, super satisfying Pete/Patrick romance novel Victorian AU in space story, wherein (that's my word for the day, by the way!) Pete is a rich, but rather shady gentleman and Patrick becomes his kept man to save his brother from gambling debts. Kept man! That's right below besmirching on the big list of things Lenore can't resist. I don't know how I didn't find this story sooner.

6. I'm excited that the The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency is going to be a show on HBO. I adore the books, and I hope I like the series, as well. Also, looking forward to Nathan Fillion in Castle. And some slashy goodness modern day biblical style in Kings.

7. MOST IMPORTANTLY! Thank you to my darling anitac588 for the daisy for my profile page. That was so sweet of you. And happy International Women's Day to my dear ladies on my flist and everyone who stops by to visit. You are all awesome, and I'm so happy to know you.

That sums up my Sunday.

Of the productivity:
I successfully replaced the hard drive on my laptop. With my own two hands and everything! Okay, okay, I had recovery disks to work with, so I didn't, you know, actually have to UNDERSTAND anything. But I touched my computer's insides and nothing exploded and there was no blue screen of death, so go me.

Of the dirty bandom thoughts:
I started writing some dirty, dirty porn with Pete wearing a skirt, because sometimes it's just that put-Pete-in-a-skirt time in your fan fic writing career.

Also I had this really, really dirty dream which I then spun into an idea for porn. Patrick is a massage therapist and Pete is...maybe still a rock star? I don't know. Anyway he's Patrick's customer, who's a little pervy, because there's always at least one customer who is, but it's kind of okay in this case, because he brings out the perv in Patrick, and the touching gets more and more inappropriate every time Pete comes for a massage until finally they're not even bothering with the pretense. The one image I clearly remember from my dream is Pete's back, all slick with oil, and Patrick's hands moving slowly, firmly up the line of his spine. Then I started imagining that every time Pete turns from his stomach onto his back he takes the opportunity to flash Patrick, no matter how determinedly Patrick tries to hold up the towel to give him some privacy. Because, you know...Pete. And then of course, there's music playing in the room, and Patrick just kind of forgets himself one day and starts to hum. And Pete loves his voice and after that always makes him sing to him while he's massaging him. And that just ratchets up the dirty BIG TIME.

You know, Bandom boys are like John and Rodney in that you can imagine them in a million billion AU scenarios. I like that in a fandom!

Dudes, the old people who run the elections at my precinct had that thing working like a well-oiled machine. I saw half the people who live on my block there. And coming home, I passed all these houses with Obama/Biden signs and American flags flying...and the occasional Irish flag, because, hey, they do love their heritage around here. :)

I don't post about politics all that often, but today I got an email from the Human Rights Campaign with the alarming information that marriage equality is currently losing by five points in the polls in California, due in large part to heavy fund-raising efforts by anti-equality activists. HRC is asking for our help, and if you donate online today, your contribution will be matched dollar for dollar.

As someone who fervently believes that all the real-life John and Rodneys out there should be able to marry if they choose, I made a donation. If you feel the same way and if you can afford to, I hope you'll consider adding your support. They accept contributions starting at $5. You can get more information here:
http://www.hrcactioncenter.org/actioncenter/notice-description.tcl?newsletter_id=31925601

Feel free to pass this on. And now back to our regularly scheduled rambling about TV and how cute Pete and Patrick are... :)

There's a new gym that has opened across the street from my office, and it has apparently hired Derek Jeter to brandwhore for them. They have his (gorgeous!) face plastered everywhere. On signage outside. On posters inside. There's even a video of him playing on a big screen above the membership desk. I keep finding excuses to walk by and linger. I was pretty seriously considering joining, although just because it's so pretty and Jeterian inside doesn't necessarily mean I'd actually use it. But then, our HR person investigated a corporate membership, and even that was Manhattan gym expensive. Which is more than I want to pay.

Oh, well. At least I'll always have their signage! It makes me happy.

My Christmas tree just came! And my house smells like pine. And...I need to vacuum up some pine needles. *g*