Mid Morning Break...

Working for an insurance company during a hurricane is an interesting experience. There is a palpable "battening down the hatches" vibe right now as services are shifted, catastrophe teams called out, and the company just goes right into Prepare Mode. I do appreciate organization and while I often dislike my job, I find no fault with the company I work for, it has been very good to me over the years. The high intensity analness of an insurance company is comforting to me. I *like* knowing that everything is accounted and double-checked. Must be a security-craving.

Last night I was thinking about Justin (I know, surprise, surprise) and was finally able to re-watch the first draft of the Justin-vid. I know what needs to be done to it now and I'm just gonna let it sit at a slow simmer while I finish up "Last Stand." But thinking about Justin, I was trying to equate just what my feelings are baout his character - where does this intense protectiveness I feel toward him come from? And since this is me and I like correlations, I started thinking about how I feel about Brian the way I feel about Angel. I mean, differently for sure, but it comes from the same place. They both get to me at the same level and so I can easily classify them. But what about Justin? Cause I think I am at a point where I am more invested in his story than Brian's - which is strange and may just be a temporary reaction to some of the phenomenol Justin POV fics I've been reading lately (and if you are not already stalking seperis go. Stalk. Now. Trust me on this. Don't think. Just stalk). But it felt familiar, this Justin-love. And I don't love him like I love Xander. I don't love any fictional character the way I love Xander, hell - I love Xander as if he was real. He could be real. I love Xander the way I love S.

Then I realized, Justin is Buffy to me. The knee-jerk protectiveness and defensiveness I feel about Buffy, well it is the same as my current feelings about Justin.

So if Brian is Angel and Justin is Buffy, I guess this means I am a much bigger B/A shipper than I thought.

The Perfect Song

My lovely and sweet and wonderful public radio station (WRVG - I had the call letters wrong in a previous post - http://www.wrvg-fm.org/ ) was just running a retrospective of Roy Orbison. And I had to go back to my desk. Sigh. My life is hard. I'd listen to it here, but the carpet behind me flooded and they have these huge fans going now and there is no way I can hear anything at all. I can't even hear my phone ringing. As long as it doesn't mildew, I can tolerate noise. It is a kind of white noise, anyway. I'm pretending it is the ocean and I have a couple of co-workers set to "kaw-kaw" if they walk by my cubicle to give it that authentic touch. I am so very lucky that most people humor me.

Back to Roy. So I was thinking about "Pretty Woman" - did you know that song is 39 years old? How is that possible? But that wasn't my original thought, it was just an aside, my original thought was that the music in Pretty Woman is just about perfect. The guitar riffs, the drum beats - that song is very satisfying to me as a person. It is like really great pizza. Y'know - the kind of pizza that is just exactly what you want out of pizza. The kind of pizza that is in the back of your mind everytime you order (or if you are heres_luck make) pizza. That song does it for me. I should make a list of others. That would be fun.

Hell, tell me your perfect song. I want to know.

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In honor of "Talk Like a Pirate Day" I am wearing a ton of eyeliner to the old college bar I used to frequent back in the day.

Wish me twinks.

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Drunk and home and burying the lack of any hot guys in Firefly. Cap'n Mal loves me, right? I need him about now. I need him to meet John Crichton and make everything all better.