madwomanwithabox

....................you better be missing me at your partay, dagnabit.

Do a Jello shot for meeeeee!!!

My birthday wishes for she who tells me like it is, takes no bullshit, and owns an autographed copy of BEOWULF AND GRENDEL. You are one of my oldest RP buds, dearest friends, and favorite people on the planet. You're a friend and more when I need one, a thoroughly entertaining RP junkie, and the Gerard to my Butler...the Ryan to my Reynolds...the Bottle to my Justus and the Dog to my Everything...did I mention the Matty to my Nay?

You're one of my best friends, and a badass mutha who won't take no crap off of nobody. [/end quoting of COOL RUNNINGS] And that's what makes you FABULOUUUUUUUUS!

Love you, Miss Erica...excuse me, Mrs. 300 Gerard 12-Pack Abs. :P I hope your special day is all that and more.

Once upon a time...

"...there was a whale."

"What kind of a whale?"

"I don't know, it don't matter what kind..."

Whups! Sorry...channeling a little Abbot & Costello there. :P

The Ballad Of lollobrigida

Once upon a time there was a place, and in this place there lived a chick, and said chick was gifted with the magical ability to RP her ass off and create fandom wherever she went. And lo, she did verily, and spread fandom throughout the land. Online, she was a great and powerful fandom warrior, a wise and fearless RP-er who kept the muses Faith and others, smiting fandom wank and continuing to spread the fandom wherever she might roam with the prevalence and virulence of a level four biotoxin that could eat your flesh in six seconds.

And I, cons, was one of her victims.

I first met Christina when I first got hardcore into Livejournal about two years ago. She was a loud, proud, wylde and crayzee voice within the fandom ALIAS, and through a delightful little crossfandom community she ran, The 47th Page, we got to know each other. We shared iconmaking tips, the woes of dialup, and a natural love of Hugh Jackman. Yea verily, the community closed and we talked more infrequently until in a happenstance conversation, she sunk her hooks into me and hauled me into Theatrical Muse.

Once aware of my status as a complete RP whore, she thus became my fandom crack dealer, shoving me towards muse after muse and fandom after fandom that I would not, could not, DID not help but love, adore, and fangirl. I shudder to imagine my world before our paths crossed...a world without Adam Baldwin, Michael T. Weiss, id_mademypeace and hurtseverytime (her Lincoln Burrows and Wolverine journals respectively, which I have declared I will marry.).

And through the fandom crack, the RP, the squeeage and the graphics, she's been more than just a playmate, more than just a pal...more than even just an RP Intarweb girlfriend or a fandom dealer. When the chips have been down, she's been there for me, and with me in the trenches as much as one can be when one lives in the Midwest and I live in El Lay.

She's become like family to me, and on this, her natal-type day, I toot her horn and sing her praises, for she is awesome.

Presents will be forthcoming, but for now, big hugs and lotsa luv to my Internet Girlfriend...I hope your day is as fantastically awesome and good!crayzee as you deserve.

All Hail Xteeeeena...long may she reign.

Along with LeFord, which PWNZ all...I just hope Tom and Rachel didn't hear me say that. :P

And any other Izzard fans.

I'm tired, or there'd be more. LOL



Caps by emerald_icons...long may she reign. :P

And now...I bid you good night.

The most cryptic post of the year. Ready, everyone? Here goes.

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It came.

I am pwned.

*pets and snuggles and sniffs to see if it smells like him 'cause I'm a big psycho like that*

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We now return you to your previously scheduled spoiler free LOST squee, already in progress. ;p

There's been something that's been brewing in my brain for a long while, and I wanted a general consensus on the idea from you, my trusted peers, colleagues, and fellow maniacs. I've yet to see this in the LOST fandom, but I think it could work, given I've seen a lot of fodder for it...and I mean a LOT.

Ready? Here goes...

Who here would like to ride the Lyric Wheel?

*squints* I can see a blank stare or two out there. Okay, folks who are hep, bear with me for a sec. Newbies, gather 'round...

A lyric wheel is like a ficathon...you sign up to write a story, and then a list is compiled. You are assigned a person's name, and to that person you send a set of song lyrics. The song itself is not required. In turn, someone else will be assigned YOUR name and send YOU a set of lyrics. The object of this game is to write a fic, using at least one line from the song in your story. It can't be a song someone's hearing, it has to be part of your story...a character can say it, think it, you can use it descriptively, but you have to weave one or more lines from the song into the story.

If you'd like an example, behold this half-assed masterpiece from the OZ fandom. It's slash, and it's dark...and it's unbeta'd and the formatting's all messed up. LOL But that was my own first lyric wheel submission. I got lucky there...several lines are in that story. But...like I said. Required: at least one.

With me so far? Good.

I'd like to see a Lost lyric wheel, so I'm thinkin' about going for it...does this idea seem interesting to anyone else?

So I turn on CMT to see the last half hour of the Keith Urban special, which is ALL your fault.

*headdesk* Damn it. Damn it damn it damn it, I don't really like country music. I don't I don't I don't.

But I'm stealing your rock star boyfriend (he's SO a rock star, look at him work that black t-shirt! Nashville wannabe. He's a fuckin' rock god in training. Look at him!). And I'm stealing all his albums.

*runs away giggling*

Oh God...now he's playing the piano...oh no...oooohhhh no...*starts to melt*

Big hugz and many happy returns, me dahlink. ;p

Now on to the presents! What better way to celebrate than with 3 of the world's hottest men...in icon form? :D



And that's just part 1. Stay tuned for further updates as the day progresses...and as teh!fic is being written. ;p

If you resent that email...I still didn't get it. If you didn't resend it yet...return to your cell. ;)

And 2nd GIP of the day. You have all been officially spammed by Yours Truly.

Carry on.