You know what I need? Some really good, mid-S2 Torchwood fic.

Tags: torchwood

[I'm not actually here (because I'm supposed to be on vacation), but I must bring you this:

'Star and Ric finally snog on-page. The internet rejoices.

But wait! The internet does more than rejoice! The internet, in fact, brings you epic internet wank between the original creator of Shatterstar (aka Rob "I make up for being unable to draw feet by adding extra pouches" Liefeld) and the current writer of Ric and 'Star (aka Peter "teh intarwebs iz stealing mai comiks" David)! In which Liefeld proclaims that 'Star cannot be gay because "he is a warrior! Like Alexander the Great!"*, and PAD tells Liefeld he is just jealous because "the only reason Shatterstar is now on the national stage is because I am writing him, you feetless hack!"

Oh internet. You are almost making me regret leaving Marvel fandom.]


*I kid you not.

Tags: ass-raping canon with a chainsaw

Richard Cypher: Not too bright. *sigh*

I don't know who John Stewart's guest actually was last night, but he is incredibly attractive.

David Trezeguet is worth £15m? You have got to be kidding me.

Oh, and, "Gago is the new Pirlo". LOLOLOLOLOLOL.

1. Italy: For when EPIC FAIL doesn't cover it. (Poor Monty. One of only two Italy players who were actually doing their jobs during the first half, and Lippi subs him at half. ...Because Lippi's tactical decisions are making so much sense lately. Ah well, at least he can go relax on the beach with Pazzo his playmate now.)

2. I bought Jorgy a stuffed fox to play with. She enjoys dragging it around. I enjoy the irony.

3. My post-apocalyptic dream last night involved me being married to Mimmo Criscito and having two adorable sons by him. WTF? Not that I'm objecting, mind (he looked cute, and so were the boys), but he is not whom I expect my brain to give me.

4. The only thing I have eaten all day is candy. This is not good.

5. Off to do... something. That hopefully doesn't involve eating more candy. (Bad me!)

Just ran home through a summer thunderstorm and jumped in every puddle I could find.

EPIC AWESOME.

EPIC FAIL, Italy. I lol.

AHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! *starts hitting anything and everything labeled "Barca"*

When you're looking forward with almost pathetic anticipation to the bloody Confed Cup, composed entirely of teams you either don't give a damn about or actively dislike, you know it's going to be a long summer.