I am at this very moment committing fic. Well, not this very moment because at this, and that last and for the upcoming several, moment(s) I'm committing post. Either of which is cause enough for shock and awe.

As fic goes, it's very very misdemeanorly, as I've only written the title and three very short paragraphs but isn't starting the hardest part? Since said fic is for a 'thon, you may somewhat reasonably expect to see it in a few weeks - the Sunday before Memorial Day, to be specific. In the meantime, enjoy your sushi ;)

After that, it's probably back to the fanged four tagfic we're trying to jumpstart over at the_fangedfour community. It got stalled when the person tagged broke her arm in order to get out of it. And I thought I came up with some pretty outlandish and extreme excuses to procrastinate.

Netflix is on some serious crack, even more so than usual. It's sending me things that are down 200 or so on my list. Mostly things that I just hadn't gotten around to deleting. So now they're not only throttling heavy users, they're screwing with the order of their lists. Bastages. However, Northern Exposure isn't as dated as I would have thought it would be. I still love Ed. Chris, not so much, and the whole Holling/Shelly thing is as boring as ever. Rob Morrow looks so young!

Like most I've seen who have expressed an opinion about the CDC women's health guidelines as reported by the Washington Post (I'd provide links but they're all over the place - you've probably seen tons of rants about it already. That, and I can't be arsed), it's pretty infuriating to be constantly in a state of "pre-pregnancy". I practically had to threaten to sue to get my IUD and I was 35 at the time. Plenty old enough to make up my own mind about whether or not (not!) I wanted children. He was such a condescending asshole. He wasn't my actual doctor - I was being attended by a nurse practitioner and he had to be called in to do the actual insertion.

They had to use the really long speculum to do the procedure and were commenting about it. My response? I said, "I wonder if this is the female equivalent of being well-hung." The nurses laughed; the doctor was not amused. I'm assuming he disapproved of the extra distance the spermies would have to travel in order to impregnate me.

Bless the draft autosave! I just had a major screenfreeze and had to re-boot, but I only lost my cut tags. And, thankfully, I lost none of the three whole paragraphs of my story.

Well, back to it, then. I may spam y'all some more since that seems to be what I do when I should be writing.

May the road rise with you. [/John Lydon]

ETA to add: I wonder if I could get away with writing my entire story as dialogue. It's something to try. Results later.