The Icon Faerie

I wish the worst thing that had happened in the last 48 hours was missing Jonathan Groff at Promises, Promises, but no. Then I had to get rear-ended on 347 mere miles from Stony Brook. We're both (Bee and I) okay, a little sore but nothing that an ibuprofen cocktail won't cure, and the damage to my car is cosmetic (I think. My license plate is bent and the paint is scratched) but the damage to her car is kind of epic. The fender broke and the Ford symbol was like, in her engine instead of outside on the grill.

We called the cops and they got bitchy because I didn't have my registration card with me (the state of NY sends you SO MUCH CRAP when you register a car and I've been here a grand total of nine months, how the fuck was I supposed to know?) but the report was nice and straight forward. She admitted fault, so no one has to put up a fight for anything. I think I'm going to call tomorrow and see if I can take my car to the dealership in the afternoon (depending on how tired I am) or on Saturday, just to check it out. If it's cosmetic I won't bother fixing it, but I just want to make sure that nothing got damaged and is going to fall off somewhere on I-80.

I also think I should call my insurance and see if I need to switch my address to Iowa. 'Cause I don't want to (call them or switch) but even less do I want my insurance to get cancelled.

I could just switch my insurance company but I'm too fucking exhausted to think about it right now. Maybe in the fall.

There's also this fascinating kerfuffle happening amongst people in the TV/film/theatre business, talking about this Newsweek article wherein the guy (I can't be arsed to remember his name) basically said, "gay actors cannot play straight" and his first victims were Sean Hayes (currently in Promises, Promises) and my honey Jonathan Groff (now on Glee, macking it up with Lea Michele again), who honestly had me fooled until he came out of the close this fall for a number of reasons. It's just been a wanksplosion. Since I have no more schoolwork I think I might collect articles and comments and the like and write a wank report. Because this is seriously fucking epic.

Also, speaking of gay, roseanna and I are going to see The Temperamentals tonight. We're going to download and watch Supernatural when we get home. And then she is leaving me in the morning. :(

So since everyone in this program is being a dick today (myself included; having been awake for about twenty-seven hours my tolerance level for bullshit is non-existent), I have immersed myself in the wank that I linked earlier.

Oh my god. This is so much more epic than I could have ever hoped. It's like the Wank Fairy and Santa got together and said LET'S MAKE THIS HAPPEN. And it could not have happened at a better time.

Yes, I love to look at the misfortune of others that they brought on themselves, and this may come back to bite me in the ass some day, but at least I don't con people out of money.

I have about an hour and a half until my evaluation. I'm kind of nervous, despite the fact that Stephie called it painless.

I was reading Stephenie Meyer's BD FAQ (here) because it was linked from F_W (I am hopelessly addicted) and I come across this gem:

Stories need conflict

WHERE WAS IT, STEPHENIE? WHERE WAS IT?

God, the more I think about it, the more it just feels like a punch in the gut.

Spammers, ye be warned.

Sonny and Carly's plane is going to crash and there was no Journey love scene.

Waah.

EDIT: Um. Someone want to fill me on why a lot of my friends list is crying "WANK!" simultaneously? Please?

Would everyone PLEASE shutup about the minions things and STOP FIGHTING?!

I'm not trying to start any fights with this e-mail. So please, if you e-mail me back flaming me or looking for a fight, don't go around telling everyone that I started the fight.

Um. Famous last words, anyone?