Mad Finnegan

Alright, initially this story was supposed to be for the dooooom ficathon (it's a taboo ficathon, for those who do not know).

But I'm kinda annoyed with them right now. Since the LJ drama, they've decided that any story containing shota or incest Must Be Locked. None of the rest, no. Only those two. Even though LJ apologized and won't be suspending any more such journals. And come on, it's taboo ficathon. If they wanted to play fair, they should lock everything not just some. That's crap. I realize I can post the story here unlocked, but it's the point of the matter.

So fuck them.

I tried to let it go, but several days later it still aggravates.

If I get a chance, I'll write a new story for it, but not terribly concerned at the moment.

( so here is Mad Finnegan's story )

Fsking boxes x_x

Have been put back into the fileroom. It is both cool that I know how to do everything at work and verra tiring. But I have no complaints, really, I like being that capable. But today we had to pull files, move other files, and since the shelves are stuffed we've stored a lot in boxes. 200+ boxes. Which are stacked 6/7 high. We had to move them all, go through them, then put them back in order x__x *dedz0r now*

Fallen behind on book club *fails* But! I do finally have the books ^____^ So starting this weekend, will read A Hero of Our Time and then start Memoirs of Hadrian and I have a new illustrated versio of Salem's lot with new scenes added and I have yet to crack into Legends of the Samurai

Not to mention the stuff I bought awhile back and haven't read yet b/c I've been on a King thing for awhile. I luffs him so, yus. He talked in one of his books about how after he published Riding the Bullet as an ebook he got mobbed in airports and yet no ever told him how much they liked the story -- just noticed it was doing really well (it made sick amounts of money apparently) and I remember reading that the first time I read Everything's Eventual and all I still think is that people are bloody fucking stupid =_= I would kill to meet Gaiman or King or any of my other beloved authors and these people were that goddamn lucky and they probably had never read any of his stuff beyond that one story. Gods. I've read It three times, most of his other novels at least once, all his short stories at least twice -- I would fucking DIE to meet Stephen King in an airport and have the chance to finally fangirl and then tell him that I only love him to death because my mother did first and could he please sign something for her? I'll never be that lucky.

Ah, well. I have lots of pretty books to read. *_* And beer. And salad if I could summon the energy to go make it. Also am working on Becket's story, and guess I must ponder how the fuck to butcher faeries.