Faster, Faster, Don't Stop Now

Look Ma: Yuletide!

Look what I got for Christmas!

Lucky Triple Sevens, which is NASCAR RFP - Jamie/Ellyut, and Christmas Dreams Come True which is a brief snippet o' Ugly Betty Daniel/Betty (yeah, I asked for it because I'm EVIL).

Dear Yuletide Person:

Let me start by saying that I'm sorry for being evil. I can't help it. Yuletide is about wishes coming true, so pretty much, unless you got my Chuck request, I've screwed you big time with lots of weird.

Request number one: Okay, so maybe Elliott Sadler/Jamie McMurray isn't too hard. And I'll totally take anything featuring them (as long as either one isn't being slashed with someone else). I can totally take unrequited love, friendship, manly men (well, okay, Ellyut is manly) being all men-like together. I totally would love some slashy goodness. Any way it goes, feature them and life is good. (Engagement angst could be fun as well.)

Request number two: If you got this one, you're probably thanking your lucky stars. After all, John Casey being awesome (as opposed to Awesome) is easy to write. Since he is awesome. Have fun with it, go where your heart desires. Seriously, I just love Casey in any scenario. Just don't kill him. *g*

Request number three: I actually considering Daniel/Betty to be hard, so go with the flow on what you feel you must write. I'd love some romance (I consider it a hard pairing because it would take many years or crazy circumstances for them to see each other as anything but friends - but I'd love to see someone try). Even fic of them seeing each other in a different light is interesting. Have fun with it and don't worry - I'm easy on that front.

Request number four: I'm sorry. There are no words to express how sorry I am for you right now. This will be the hardest thing you've ever undertaken. Please accept my condolences and understand that whatever you feel like doing, I can take.

Sincerely,
Maveness

Supernatural/Knight Rider

Because apparently I am a car girl: celli wrote me Supernatural/Knight Rider comment fic.

Tis awesome.

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News & Notes

1. Suzanne Vega tells the story of "Tom's Diner".

2. Britney Spears' new song is out on the web. It sucks. Just in case you were wondering.

3. Chris Rock has some very solid advice on voting - vote for the guy that has one house. Think about it - the candidate that has one house actually cares about the foreclosure crisis. He stands to lose something. The guy with more than one house will just ditch a few houses and be okay. (That said, I'm not taking it for granted that his numbers on who has how many houses is correct.)

4. Apparently Kandy Kahne got in a wreck, but not a stock car with padding kind of wreck? But on a race track? That's talent!

Title: Of Porn and Pizza
Fandom: NASCAR
By: Maveness
Note: For celli’s Annual Unofficial Tax Day Challenge
Genre: NASCAR RPF
Pairing: None. At least none of the purposeful variety. Those included are Jeff Gordon, Jimmie Johnson, and Ingrid Vandebosch.

( Of Porn and Pizza )

Pardon the twistedness. In response to Jamie's exchange with Biffle posted yesterday, fic!

Fandom: NASCAR
Title: It's All In The Mind
Summary: Tony gets special notification of the lovefest happening in Daytona.


( It's All In The Mind )

I have just spent the last hour dealing with email problems involving our work spam filter. Not writing dirtywrong Stewart/Harvick prank fic. Not emailing with friends. Fixing a problem that turns out to be nonexistent.

See, seems coworkers got confused when I named the spam filtering company and asked who was having problems. Some of their problems were with the spam filtering company, which we've found and fixed and we've informed them of what they need to do in the future. But other problems consisted of two emails a WEEK going into a junk email folder in their email system, a folder they can clearly see and tell there is email in. They can read it. They can respond to it. There is no problem!

And I spent an hour today going back and forth before realizing this. Two seconds of instruction per person and they understand, should an email go in there, open it, click the "Not Junk" icon and bam! Fixed!

*sigh*

Tony's gonna be cussing even harder because he stayed locked in that bathroom, naked, a whole hour longer.

NASCAR Slash Ahoy!

The other day I declared a new OTP. Which pissed Biffle off, as he didn't like the idea of anyone messing with Tony. Which, unbeknownst to me, also pissed Jimmie off (he's been so quiet lately, I didn't know he was talking to anyone), so that he finally got vocal.

This would be vocal Jimmie going off on how Tony needs to keep his hands off Harvick. (And originally posted in tourofduty's comments, cause that's where Jimmie finally decided to have his say. I hate when fictional representations of actual people get mouthy at weird times. Even if the result is fun.)

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Manipulations

( Jimmie has enough )

I'm banning myself from the internet and LJ today. So if anyone catches me on, kick my ass back off. I have a death penalty debate tonight in Constitutional Law, so I need to get my stuff together. No time for playing around. *pouts*

So, one last fannish thing of the morning...go read all of the fabulous stories for the Screw Clark challenge. Mine is called "Said the Schoolgirl to the Pimp" and is Chlete. NC-17 Chlete. *snort* I wrote more NC-17 last week than at any other time in my fanfic "career". There's a little shout out in there to ultimatemother and oakengland. After all, pimps, they should have a ghastly yellow suit, shouldn't they?

Well, my Chlark smut just got taken over. Pete isn't cooperating. He wants all the play. And since my other Chlete wasn't cooperating as well, it's being put to the wayside. The Chlark smut is no more. It's now going to end up being Chlete.

*sigh* I'll have to start from scratch tonight. Damn you Pete! I'm *your* God, not the other way around.

You know, my day should suck tons of ass considering I currently have R. Kelly's remix to "Ignition" stuck in my head. But it doesn't. Heh.

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I'm highly jealous of all of the people who got to go to Comic Con. After hearing all of the juicy details about the Smallville panel (Sam! *Squee!*) and the poster signings, oh and hearing about Stargate, and Hugh Jackman (*swoon*).

Seriously, thinking very hard about going next year.

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I've been pretty anti-social online for the past couple of weeks. Well, and in real life too. Lots of anti-social going on. Took me a bit to figure out it was PMS related. Damn PMS. Irritating as hell. Especially this time, because it gave me the hormones of a 13-year-old girl with PMS.

Yes, I have been bitchy. So be glad my presence was much smaller.

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To make up for being so antisocial, here are the happy birthdays I have yet to wish for the past week:

medie
kmonkey
angelsgracie

Happy Birthday! May you feel and look older/younger, may you get plenty of chocolate/nookie/fanfic, and may your days be bright and happy.

*g* How's that for inserting all into one.

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For all who've been curious as to whatever happened with those goody packages I was going to send out...one part of them decided to be a long and tedious process. So I think I'm just going to send that out at a later date and ship out some of the stuff now. It's too much of a hassle to try and get the bags done. The beading is fun, but it's definitely something that requires extended periods of free time and creative spark.

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We've been having a crisis in the family that's been quite emotionally draining for a while now. My grandfather had a hip replacement back in April. After the surgery he went home for about three weeks, but he started having severe pain and got very sick. Back in the hospital and...it turned out he had gotten a staph infection.

Now, by the doctor's admission, the infection came from either instruments not being sterilized correctly, or someone didn't wash their hands enough. This resulted in a strain of staph that is hideous. Debilitating pain. My grandfather was actually prepared to die. He missed my sister's wedding because of the staph (in order to clean out all of the infection, they had to remove the hip they had just put in and leave it out for 6 weeks). I had never seen this man cry before in my life, but now, every time I see him he cries.

Well, once the staph was supposed to be all cleared out, they were going to put the hip back in. They do. Like the first surgery, they put in the wrong size hip. Now his left leg is a half inch longer than the right. They also didn't test to see if the staph was completely gone before inserting the hip. AND they didn't put him on antibiotics to prevent infection (which is standard procedure) after the surgery.

Yep, he got an infection, although we're very glad the staph is apparently gone.

Now, this doctor keeps continually lying to my grandmother, telling her he's never had a case like this (he's had several), and that everything's fine when it isn't. Is it any surprise that this doctor has been sued many, many times?

My family is being a pain in the butt about it of course. My mother and aunt got involved, but no one can convince my grandmother that my grandfather needs to go to another doctor. And the doctor just lies to everyone. And he's certainly not afraid of lawyers.

And there's a strong possibility, based on some things we've seen so far, that the hospital is going to try to charge my grandparents for the hospitalization time for the staph infection and for the second hip replacement.

At which time I will be getting involved. I've had enough of this crap, and no one wants to take my legal advice (which I got from an actual lawyer - *gasp* - about how to protect our butts since the doctor is incompetent), so if the money gets to be an issue, I'm butting in. The hospital had a bad reputation for years. They recently managed to turn their image around and start looking good again to the public. I know the PR folks. I used to work for the wife of the hospital's president.

If they aren't afraid of lawyers, go after their reputation. I'll be a bitch about it and loud. I have no fear. Hell, I'm moving from the area once school is done anyway. It's not like they can come after me, and going after little old people just looks bad in the press.

But anyway, I'm possibly going to try getting in touch with the PR guy over there and see what the hospital's stance might be. Just to be preemptive (because it's not like anyone else in my family is thinking of what might happen).

Ain't life a bitch sometimes?

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Oh, and in a brilliant maneuvre, I managed to forget to vote on the_treasury before Friday. And darn it, it was the categories I really, really cared about.

I'm such a dope.

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This week is going to be crazy. I have to have my ScrewClark fic done by Friday, a paper is due on Monday for school, my death penalty debate is next Wednesday (so research time), I'm registering for fall semester this week...the list goes on.

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Oh, and I've also started exercising. *snort* I run three days a week. The reason this actually works though is because I'm running with my sister. We have no excuses if we're together. Unfortunately, we ran really hard on Friday night because we were being chased by a pug named Bruno.

Cute thing. Nippy though.

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And on the NASCAR front (watches everyone run away)...

Hey, plum_evil, have I ever told you that I have one of those full-size advertising cutouts of the Criminal in my apartment? *g* I've gotten to the point I don't even see it anymore, but I noticed it last night in the corner. Junior looking all scruffy and Budweisery. Hee.

And my sister has declared that the Winston is now the official race we go to each year (as long as it stays in North Carolina). We're thinking of making it a big girls thing next year (no husbands/boyfriends allowed). If you're interested, come about that time (and lord that was deeeeeeep South), when it's ticket ordering time, I can give you a holler to see if you want to come with us.