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Thoughts on NBC’s Hannibal Ep 1 (maybe spoilers-ish)

Hannibal. It was everything I was hoping it would be even if I had no real idea of how it would go. I mean, I did because I’ve read the books, but there’s a lot of room to work and grow and what you ever know about Hannibal isn’t always as it seems. And given that most of what we’ve seen of Will Graham came from Manhunter, where the relationship between he and Lecter was mostly defined by how it ended: with Will discovering who Lecter was an getting stabbed for his trouble, he has even more room to grow.

It is the stuff of great fanfiction, my friends and this is fanfiction by the professionals with a great cast.

Now, I love Hugh Dancy but I don’t always love the roles he chooses. This time, the script and the storyline is playing to his strengths in a way only he can. I see now why Bryan Fuller jumped on casting him.

Mads Mikkelsen has a hell of a poker face, which is a good thing when you’re trying to portray someone who gives little away. He has a sort of quiet quality to him that, unlike Superman who is hiding that body under a suit, I could buy as being someone that everyone might overlook as being truly psycho.

Mostly what we saw of the other characters, including Laurence Fishburne, was connecting the dots. I imagine we’ll see a bit more from them as the series progresses. The first half was pretty much dedicated to getting into Will Graham, which makes sense since he’s a lead we have less familiarity with. Plus it saved the money shot of Mads being all cannibally until after the commercial break.

I love the mood of the show and the way that it is shot in moody blue and red tones that will make the color RED jump out at you. It would be a good thing if you really like RED. But also it’s difficult to get a real sense of time and place. The first time we see Hannibal he is wearing a more retro-looking suit, perhaps taking cues from the movies.

Anthony Hopkin’s Hannibal seemed to have a bit more twinkle than our Mads Hannibal, but there are aspects of that portrayal that I find more in character from the books. If that’s better or worse would depend on your preference. I like both for different reasons. The only criticism I had was that my ear is less attuned to Mads’s accent so it was difficult at first for me to understand what he was saying. His voice has that quiet, soothing quality but by the second scene he was in I’d sorted it out.

The other thing that some may find troubling is the graphic nature of the story. Meaning gore. Meaning very disturbing imagery. If you go into a series about a cannibal serial killer and are surprised by this, turn in your TV now. Seriously.

Now, I already knew this show as for me, but seeing Kids in the Hall’s Scott Thompson made me grin and previews that promise Gillian Anderson and Eddie Izzard, plus others that I was too overwhelmed to properly comprehend make it beyond must-see TV.

I’m excited to see everyone settled into their roles. It has some great potential and a very promising start. Can’t wait for the next!

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OMG Hannibal TONIGHT

I had some extensive thoughts about Hannibal tonight while I was driving to work in the car, but  I have very limited time to barf them out, so forgive grammar, spelling and general nonsense–but this is going to happen when it comes to Hannibal in general.

So there are two entertainments that will get me to put everything else aside to watch: drag queens and serial killers. There are very few shows highlighting drag queens, so that’s, you know, reduced to one, but with serial killers, there are tens of shows out there so I can afford to be pretty choosy.

The mother of all serial killers, though, is the dandy Hannibal Lecter. Now, we all agree that the definitive man on the scene for Lecter is Anthony Hopkins, but I’ll be honest, I’m looking forward to Mads’s interpretation. Not to mention my legendary (okay it’s a legend in my mind) love of Hugh Dancy, who promises to be interesting in this role. Bryan Fuller has proven to be an interesting writer/show runner, and Laurence Fishburne, yum. It has all of the elements of awesome entertainment and yet…I worry.

I don’t worry for me. I mean, this is Hannibal like momma used to make, all to my personal tastes. What I worry about is its longevity. See, for me, the seduction of criminal profile Will Graham by Hannibal Lecter is, you know, why I’m here. How male on male seduction even with the promise of gore goes over with the midwest reminds me of the second installment of the “A Nightmare on Elm Street” series.

See, it was kinda gay. I don’t mean that in a slang sort of way, I mean, it was overtly homoerotic (though at the time, studio executives apparently missed that.)

But really…

…it was very…

…subtle.

Right. So.

Hannibal. Right. Okay, looking forward to it. Maybe I’ll even attempt to recap. And hopefully it’ll be awesome and will get all renewed and stuff because I could really live with Mads & Hugh flirting weekly over someone’s liver with fava beans and Chianti.

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Detox is my spirit animal, apparently.

I considered adding my own voice to the fray of “RuPaul’s Drag Race” recaps, but aside from the fact that there are many professional ones out there, by the time I decided it, we were part of the way through the season and I got a last-minute invitation to happy hour and, well, now we’re over halfway and without editing, I tend to think this length is suitable for a sentence. So, you know, lots of excuses, not a lot of summarizing.

I have come out in favor of Alaska Thunderfuck, but my dreams (like the ones where I’m sleeping) seem to be filled with Detox Icunt. These are sadly not dirty dreams. She shows up mostly in my anxiety dreams and appears sitting near me. She gives me that sort of sly smile she has. Her eyes twinkle. She kicks me under the table or knocks my shoulder and reminds me that really, it’s all a big joke and not to take things so seriously.

I could’ve used her in my meeting this morning. 

Anyway, traffic was horrible this morning and I drove in thinking about how Detox keeps showing up in my dreams to hold my hand and smirk. I suppose if I were to name my subconscious, cunt would be a name I would use. I mean, what is up with the anxiety dreams? isn’t it enough my life is filled with anxious, obsessive people?

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Black Gold 2: Double Black is out!

Buy now at Loose Id!

Since they settled in L.A. to run their label three years ago, Jett’s restless nature and Goldie’s isolating fame have damaged their former closeness. Passion brings Jett home every night, but tabloid rumors and growing distance between them leave Goldie afraid of losing Jett forever. While Goldie secretly longs for a wedding, a baby, and more control in the bedroom, Jett pines for his old life in New York.

When Cole, a young man who claims to be Jett’s son, arrives at their mansion, Goldie hopes this is his chance for a family…but Cole has a star crush on Goldie and nothing but anger toward his alleged father. Jett’s jealousy of Goldie’s growing bond with the hot 18-year-old could lead to disaster.

There’s no doubt that Goldie and Jett love each other, but sometimes love isn’t enough. Will Goldie find the courage to confess his needs, or will what’s left unspoken destroy what might have been?

Buy now at Loose Id!

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Black Gold 2–out one week early! March 19!

Due to popular demand, Black Gold 2 will be released a week early! Combat those Spring Break blues with a new book!

Since they settled in L.A. to run their label three years ago, Jett’s restless nature and Goldie’s isolating fame have damaged their former closeness. Passion brings Jett home every night, but tabloid rumors and growing distance between them leave Goldie afraid of losing Jett forever. While Goldie secretly longs for a wedding, a baby, and more control in the bedroom, Jett pines for his old life in New York.

When Cole, a young man who claims to be Jett’s son, arrives at their mansion, Goldie hopes this is his chance for a family…but Cole has a star crush on Goldie and nothing but anger toward his alleged father. Jett’s jealousy of Goldie’s growing bond with the hot 18-year-old could lead to disaster.

There’s no doubt that Goldie and Jett love each other, but sometimes love isn’t enough. Will Goldie find the courage to confess his needs, or will what’s left unspoken destroy what might have been?

Art by P.L. Nunn

Available March 19

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The artses, she is here! Black Gold 2 Cover

By P.L. Nunn

Coming, March 26, 2013!

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My Spidey senses are tingling

Black Gold 2: Double Black is currently scheduled to be out March 26 which means I have some cover art to look forward to! I’ve seen the sketches and they are gorgeous. So I keep checking my email, crossing my fingers and all 8 of my damn spider legs.

This last check of my mail let me know that my new makeup is on its way. Also good, but, you know, not what I was hoping for.

Oh, I guess I owe you a selfy.

And that’s before the make up. Ha-ha.

Even if I don’t get the cover today, tonight is RuPaul’s Drag Race which is more than enough to keep me busy. I love drag queens more than serial killers, y’all. That’s saying something. I mean, it’s like drag queens > serial killers > chocolate. It’s a serious problem.

I really thought going into this that I’d be all for Detox. I mean, I love Willam Belli, I was a goth when I was growing up, it all fits. But no. I mean, I love Detox. I don’t actually hate any of them, but I have a special place in my heart for lil’ Alaska Thunderfuck. She’s charmed me. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I do love Sharon Needles, but she wasn’t my favorite (I know, from a goth, too! scandalous!)

But I guess you show up with a horse head on and say haiiiii and I’m yours? Well, no. Really it was just that open, honest response about how she and Sharon had trouble last season and that she dealt with it and it was frank and honest and probably the most brave thing I’ve seen anyone putting on 10 lbs of cake make up to pretend to be someone else do. For me that’s the best storyline… not the underdog, but just that growth that must’ve happened and the strength to keep moving forward, even in the face of people comparing her unfavorably to Sharon.

In summary, I’ve grown attached. I hope she makes it to the end but you just never know. (though how will they be able to go on without her confessionals? they’re the best!)

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Today’s feels

So my blog is quickly turning into a promo thinger, which is great because I need to promo but I’m worried that no one sees my vulnerable side.

I have one, you know.

Okay, maybe not. Sort of. Bleh. I dunno. I don’t really want to talk about feels all that much except in regards to my hair. So despite years of planning to prevent it, I seem to have turned 40 which seems to be a lot like 39, only plus one. 39 was much like 38 and so on until I realize that right around 25 I mostly stopped maturing and conduct myself as if I am still about that age only with better purses.

One thing I used to do that I’m really slacky about now that I really need it to happen is dyeing my hair. It’s like now there’s roots AND grey and for the most part, I can’t be bothered. Well, last night I bothered. I’m going a little lighter because grey stands out more on darker hair but I forget that my hair sucks color harder than a cheap whore and despite my careful choosing, my hair is dark brown.

I wore black hair for years, so it’s not like I can’t cope. It’s just going to suck when the grey creeps back.

Then last night I was a little bored with TV and was shopping Youtubes for amusements and found Manila Luzon’s makeups tutorial. I decided this morning to try out some drag queen strategies and combined with the darker hair and enhanced brows, I’ve gone pale Kardashian. Also, I probably need some fake lashes. Or to not pick Thursday morning to decide that I want to be a drag queen when I grow up.

Probably taking a picture for this segment would make sense but I’m at work and it’s not really the best environment for selfies. Maybe later.

For now, back to work.

ETA:

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#MusicMonday #bandslash blog tour — Meredith Shayne

Five about the author


Who are you, and where do you come from?

I am Meredith Shayne, and I come from Australia. But I live in New Zealand, just to make things confusing.
What inspires you?

Music is a huge one, both lyrics and the mood of the song. Things I see on TV or read in the paper also inspire me occasionally.
Describe your writing style in three words:

Straightforward, spare and non-flowery.
What style of music do you like, and who are your favourite bands?

True confession – I love Duran Duran. What can I say, I’m a child of the 80s. I also love The Police. I worship at the feet of Stewart Copeland for his drumming abilities. I also believe he’s where my fetish for drummers in shorts came from. I imprinted early.But more usually, I love rock and metal. The more guitars the better, but that’s not an absolute requirement. Favourites are Tool, Nine Inch Nails, Alice in Chains, Garbage and The Cult.I’m going to post 3 videos from Australian bands, now all sadly defunct, that no one will have heard of. These are the bands I used to go and see practically every week in the early 90’s, when the first part of Metal Heart is set.First up, Pearls and Swine:Words cannot express how much I adored that band.Second, Killing Time, who changed their name to Mantissa after their original guitarist left and were moderately successful for a time. Awesome live. They were from Melbourne, but spent a lot of time in Sydney, and we spent a lot of time at their shows:

And finally, Horsehead. Also awesome live. There’s a scene in Metal Heart where King Phoenix play at the Annandale Hotel, and there’s condensation dripping off the walls at the end of the set. I know that that can happen there, because I was there once when it did. Horsehead made it happen. This video starts part way into the song, but it’s the one that shows what they were really like live, so:

Been to any good gigs recently?

The two best gigs I went to last year were Sisters of Mercy (Andrew Eldritch is a goth god. If The Cult had been playing as well that night I would have exploded), and Florence & The Machine. Sisters was great because they are legendary, and it shows, and Florence was great because the gig was just so joyful. She was having a great time and wasn’t afraid to show it.I am going to see Garbage on the 20th of February for the first time in a really long time and I am VERY EXCITED.

Five about the book
Title: Metal Heart

Series: None…yet. I think there’s at least one more story in this universe still in me.

Who is the story about?

Scott King, session guitarist, record producer, and former King Phoenix guitarist, and Ash Walker, solo artist and former singer of King Phoenix.
What inspired the idea for this story? Any real bands, music, or places from your experience?

My friend LJ LaBarthe emailed me one day and said something along the lines of, “Hey, you know what you could write about one day? The Sydney music scene!”, and I said, “Yes, yes I could!” and then promptly forgot all about it. But in the back of my head the story was bubbling away, until one day, out it popped.It’s based on my experiences hanging out in the Sydney music scene, and having friends playing in and working for bands in the early 90s. Back then, the music scene in Sydney was amazing. You could see a different band every night of the week, if you wanted, and we frequently did. That was all we did back then, go to pubs and watch live music. It was great. We practically lived in King’s Cross. Springfields, which features in the first half of Metal Heart, was our hangout. I spent many a drunken night there. Sadly, as with most of the bands from back then, it no longer exists.
What is it about musicians that make them irresistible?

They love music just as much as I do. Plus, there’s nothing like a long-haired man with tattoos. Just sayin’.
As a story comes in three parts, and this is a music story, pick me three music videos that reflect how you feel the story goes.

These all relate to Metal Heart in some way, mostly lyrically. I’ll post the snippet of the lyrics that most apply and you’ll get the gist. At first, everything is great…Cream, “Sunshine of Your Love”I’m with you my love,The light’s shining through on you.

Yes, I’m with you my love,

It’s the morning and just we two.

I’ll stay with you darling now,

I’ll stay with you till my seeds are all dried up.

Then, it’s not so great…

Horsehead, “Shine”

Look, I’m tired, I’m weak

And I’m sick of trying to figure out

Your mood, my mood

No, I don’t wanna speak.

And then, they’ve got 20 years’ worth of baggage to work through…

U2, “Electrical Storm”

You’re in my mind all of the time

I know that’s not enough

Well if the sky can crack, there must be some way back

To love and only love

 If your book was a music video, how would it go? Talk me through it.Wow, this has to be the hardest interview question I’ve ever been asked! OK…it would start off with these two young guys who are smiling, happy, having a great time with each other, but then over time there’d be a montage of stuff coming between them – booze, drugs, people wanting a piece of them, until they’re both miserable and can’t get near each other because of all the stuff between them. Then they’d fade into older versions of themselves, 20 years older, still with all the stuff between them, but then gradually everything keeping them apart fades away until it’s just the two of them again. And then maybe the last frame will be them just smiling at each other before it fades to black. J

Thanks for answering!

Author links

Website/blog: http://meredithshayne.com/

Livejournal: http://meredithshayne.com/

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/meredith.shayne

Twitter: https://twitter.com/meredithshayne

Book links

Ebook: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=3538

Paperback: http://www.dreamspinnerpress.com/store/product_info.php?products_id=3539

Book blurb:

Scott King swore off rock stardom after his band, King Phoenix, crashed and burned. Now in his forties, Scott lives a quiet life as a music producer and session guitarist. But in a box hidden in his wardrobe lie the relics of the past he left behind—a past filled with drugs, booze, and broken hearts. For sixteen years, Scott has had no contact with his former bandmates, so when he’s asked to play at a benefit gig for King Phoenix’s old sound man, his world turns upside down. A King Phoenix reunion means a run-in with Scott’s ex, Ash Walker—and sixteen years ago, believing Ash wanted to leave the band, Scott OD’d and almost died.

Since then, Scott has ruthlessly suppressed his feelings. As a result, he’s completely unprepared for the impact of seeing Ash again, or for dealing with his emotions about the band’s demise. He definitely didn’t expect Ash to want to start up where they left off. Now Scott has to decide between his safe existence and the twenty-year-old love song that could cost him his sobriety—and his heart.

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Excerpt

In 1990, Scott turned twenty years old. He’d thought he knew everything there was to know back then, but as he sat in a tiny pub in Surry Hills on a muggy, overcast day, nursing a beer and a smoke while the latest league game played on a TV above the bar, he’d had no fucking idea that his life was about to change forever.

Dean Jones was a friend of a friend who’d gone to the high school down the road from Scott’s, a couple of years ahead of him. Dean had dirty-blond shoulder-length hair that was half Farrah Fawcett and half glam metal, and a knack for persuasion the like of which Scott had never known.

“Their name is King Phoenix. They’re a four-piece—well, three-piece right now, but you know what I mean—who have had a little trouble with guitarists,” Dean said, laughing. “Can’t imagine why.”

Scott raised an eyebrow, took a drag of his smoke, and didn’t rise to the bait. “King Phoenix, huh. Influences?”

Dean waved a hand. “Oh, you know. AC/DC, Rose Tattoo, Zeppelin, Metallica. Hendrix. KISS. Rocky, but melodic.”

“Melodic,” Scott repeated, taking another drag of his cigarette. He wasn’t really the type who believed in signs, but the fact that the band’s name contained his own surname had to come close to one. Plus the Led Zeppelin and Hendrix. He really loved Zeppelin and Hendrix. If Dean had said Cream too, Scott probably would have said yes without even seeing the band first. “Have they got any gigs coming up?” He was done playing at school halls and in friends’ backyards. He wanted proper gigs, in proper venues.

“They’ve got things lined up, sure,” Dean said, which Scott knew meant no. “But they really do need a guitarist. Their singer, Ash, has been filling in on guitar while they look for one, but it’s not a long-term solution. He’s a front man. He really needs to be free to move around.”

Inwardly, Scott rolled his eyes. Bloody lead singers and their posturing. Scott sucked the last bit of nicotine out of his smoke and stubbed it out. “So when do you want me to meet them, then? If there’s no gig I can go to.”

“There’ll be gigs,” Dean insisted, but when Scott stayed silent he just sighed and moved on. “Their drummer, Tommy, has an uncle with some warehouse space near Pier One at the Rocks. They rehearse there on the weekends.”

“Okay,” Scott said, draining his beer and standing up. “Next Saturday, then? What’s the address?”

Dean signaled a waitress and got a pen from her, scrawling an address in the Rocks on the back of a coaster and handing it to Scott. “I’ll let them know you’re coming.” He held out his hand.

Scott grinned and pocketed the coaster, then gripped Dean’s hand. “I’ll look forward to it,” he said, then turned and headed out the door.

He did look forward to it too, but there was an edge of nervousness as well. He needed something to work out for him music-wise. He really, really wanted to give up his carpentry apprenticeship and play music full time, but he’d yet to find a band that had the potential to make that happen for him. It wasn’t for lack of trying, and sometimes he’d thought he’d come close, but it never worked out. Something always happened, something dramatic and stupid which made Scott want to throw his hands up in frustration. Musicians were a bunch of fucking idiots, really. He wasn’t sure how any band managed to hold it together long enough to make a record, let alone stay together for years. He hoped that he’d soon find out.

During the week, Dean dropped off a tape to Scott’s work, which turned out to be a demo tape of King Phoenix’s music. He’d put it into his car stereo to listen to it on the drive home, and then found himself sitting in the car park outside his work, wasting his petrol by letting the car idle while he stared at the stereo, listening with every fiber of his being. It was exactly as Dean had said: rocky, but melodic, and some of the hooks were catchy as hell, in a metal kind of way. But the hooks weren’t what had Scott transfixed. That was the fault of the singer, who possessed a deep, gravelly but surprisingly melodious voice that had just enough growl to it in the lower registers that shivers ran up and down Scott’s spine at the sound of it. It was a dirty voice, a smoky, sexy voice that promised all sorts of filthy things. It made heat curl low in Scott’s belly, but he welcomed that feeling and didn’t try to fight it. Lust was good for music. Lust and music went hand in hand, because lust was about feeling heat deep in your bones, and so was music. Scott had lusted after bandmates before, straight bandmates, and he’d always channeled it into his music, used it to make himself better, and then got his kicks outside the band. There was no reason why this would be any different.

When the tape had run through both sides, Scott switched sides again and pushed it back into the player, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the songs. By the end of the week he was singing along with that sexy, sinful voice, the anticipation of meeting its owner thrilling through his body.

By Saturday, the low level of simmering lust had mostly been replaced by nervousness again. His stomach churned as he pulled up outside the warehouse at the address Dean had given him. Pulling his guitar and a bag full of gear from his car, he turned for the small door next to a large roller door, took a deep breath, and headed for it. The door was ajar, and through it he could hear no music, just the murmur of voices. The realization that they were waiting for him made his stomach flip again. He took a moment to pull himself together and then walked through the door, guitar in one hand and kit bag in the other, like he didn’t have a care in the world.

There were four people lounging around a bunch of amps, microphones, guitars, and a drum kit, seated either on the floor, on top of an amp, or on a milk crate. All four heads turned toward him as he walked in, and he zeroed in on the one he knew. Dean was grinning as he got up and came toward him. Behind him, Scott saw the others slowly get to their feet.

“Scotty,” Dean said, holding out his hand. “Glad you could make it.”

Scott put down the bag of gear and shook Dean’s hand. “No problem, mate. Hope you haven’t been waiting long.”

“Nah, not at all. We were just shooting the shit, you know?” Dean clapped him on the shoulder, then turned, gesturing toward the others. “Let me introduce you to the guys. This man’s Tommy Nguyen. He’s our drummer.” A compact, wiry Vietnamese man, a couple of inches shorter than Scott’s own five feet ten nodded at him, smiling. Scott nodded back.

Dean continued. “This ginger bastard here is our bass player, Rory Buchanan.”

A slim man of about Scott’s height, with fire-engine red hair and arms covered in tattoos, grinned, then stepped forward and held out his hand, saying in a distinctly Scottish accent, “Welcome, brother.”

“Hey,” Scott said, taking Rory’s hand and shaking it firmly.

“And this man here is our singer, Ash Walker.”

Scott’s stomach twisted for an entirely different reason as he looked up—and up—into the singer’s eyes. Six foot two if he was an inch, he was willowy along with it, all long limbs and sharp angles. His eyes were so dark as to be almost black, which went along with his hair, dead straight and hanging down past his elbows, and contrasted with his skin, which was vampire pale. He kept Scott’s gaze as he held out his hand, his lips—nice, full lips, Scott couldn’t help but notice, the lower one made for Scott to bite it—quirking into a smile.

“Scott, isn’t it?”

Scott shook Ash’s hand, acutely aware of the strength in it, despite it being as willowy as the rest of him. “Yeah. Scott King.”

Ash snorted and let go of his hand. Scott curled his fingers and held his hand at his side, his palm tingling as Ash said, “Scott King, huh? It’s like you’re made for us.”

© Meredith Shayne

NEXT WEEK!

SJ Frost hosts BL Morticia!

Check out the #bandslash blog tour dates here: http://cocktalesandhotsauce.blogspot.co.uk/2013/02/bandslash-blog-tour-dates-for.html

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Le Jazz Hot wins TWO 2012 Rainbow Awards

Tied for #1 Best Bisexual/Transgender Romance & Erotic Romance
Tied for #3 Best Bisexual/Transgender Novel/Book

So I never did post about this, though everyone around me can attest there was much jumping around and excitement. This is a real award to add to my awards page, not fanfiction (which is no less real, but there’s a lot of satisfaction that comes from winning for an original work!)

I’m so proud of this story and how it came out. It’s funny and goofy and over the top, patterned more after romcoms than literature. Even with Shakespeare my favorites are his farces, so that’s just how I roll. Er. Not that I’m anywhere near Shakespeare, just, you know, that’s my aspiration-ish.

Anyway. This is why I didn’t post. I have nothing but bumbling idiot things to say because each time I think about it, I go all bubbly-mush and undignified so just, you know, takeaway from it the one word that goes through my head each time I think about it: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

Okay, that’s not a word and is, in fact, just one letter repeated with insane frequency, but I stand behind it.

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