In case this isn't spreading across my flist like wildfire, Massachusetts is appealing the federal Defense of Marriage Act. Basically, if they win, it could mean that gay and lesbian couples in states where gay marriages are allowed would also get federal rights. It's not ideal (gay and lesbian couples in bigoted states would still be shit out of luck), but it's certainly a huge step in the right direction--go kick some ass, Martha Coakley.

Now I am going to crash (like a robot with its power switch flipped), and pray for August, when I might finally get a full night's sleep again.

My alarm is going off way too fucking early tomorrow for me to stay up writing this, but I have got to get some of this out on "paper" before I go stark raving mad. The last few weeks have been ridiculously rough. First, the designer I was working with on two shows this summer called me up and needed my emergency help on a third show, as her original assistant had flaked on her. (For those counting, that makes FOUR part-time jobs for me this summer.) I was super bummed that I had to cancel my plans to see my best friend, but I wanted to help my boss and I knew I could use the paycheck.

Then came all of the craziness with my grandma's 80th birthday and my brother and his girlfriend coming to visit. 90% of the house cleaning fell to me, even though I was also working nearly full time. Introducing the boy to my parents was also draining, although I was more worried about him liking them than I was about them liking him.

Then it was back to work, long crazy days until--BAM!--emergency wisdom tooth surgery. Just what I always wanted. It took them over a fucking hour for one wisdom tooth, and I have three times the usual stitches. It was excruciating without the Vicodin, but taking it made me sick. Fun times.

And again, back to work before I'd had enough time to recover. In fact, right after I get my stitches out, I am sleeping over at my boss' house so we can more effectively burn the candle at both ends.

You know what I didn't need? More worries to try to rip me apart at the seams. So now I find out that my best friend is having complications with her pregnancy, when she's always had difficulties carrying to term (two miscarriages and one birth almost a month premature). I am terrified for her, and there's not a single fucking thing I can do to help.

I'm having to fight back tears simply because I don't have the time or energy to spend on crying. I think I'm with Mother Teresa on this one: "I know God won't give me anything I can't handle. I just wish he didn't trust me so much."

My first full set of AU recs will be Hewligan, i.e. fics featuring a relationship between any combination of the characters played by David Hewlett and Joe Flanigan over the course of their careers. Some of these are considered SGA AUs, some are considered crossovers, and some have nothing to do with SGA whatsoever. (I'm posting them anyway, because I love David and Joe in any setting.)

Since these are characters you're less likely to be familiar with, I'll post pictures and short descriptions that fill in what you need to know for the stories. Just let me know if you have any questions, and I'll do my best to answer them.

( On to the yummy Hewligan goodness... )


Whew. Enjoy the many delightful pairings of Hew and the Flan!

And now I'm taking my drugs and falling into a healing coma.

Emergency wisdom tooth removal this morning. Only one, but it hurts like a bitch--impacted, and abcessed to boot. How it didn't hurt before last week is a mystery to me. I have today and maybe tomorrow off from work, so if I can stay coherent enough (huzzah for Vicodin!), I'll try to finish up my first set of SGA recs.

Dinner with my darling new boyfriend and my immediate family went fairly well. My parents did frustrate me by offering me things I'm allergic to, and when I declined, dismissing me as a picky eater. I will fully admit to being picky, but that's not what I was doing. I'm just more sensitive to it than my mom is. I wanted to point out that I had a reaction once from kissing my first boyfriend after HE ate something I was allergic to, but that's not an appropriate story for in front of the new boyfriend, you know? Basically, it just frustrated me that they tried to stick the blame on me because they didn't remember my allergies.

They also frustrated me when we got home from the restaurant and I asked them what they thought of him. They said they thought he was "nice", but their tone was that slightly derogatory one that means "safe and boring". So what? Yes, he's pretty damn shy and geeky. But he's smart, and he makes me laugh, and he kisses me like I'm the most special thing to ever happen to him. I'll take that over "dangerous and exciting" any day of the fucking week.

I absolutely love SGA AUs. Since I'm anticipating a lot of time spent in my room avoiding shouting matches with my brother this coming week, I've decided to finally start my epic AU rec project. I have literally hundreds of AUs bookmarked, and I'm going to start the process of organizing them and posting the recs. I may not get through them all before real life takes over, but I'm also less likely to leave them unfinished indefinitely if I, you know, actually start them. So without further ado, some fun snippet collections to start you off.


Twenty AU Fic Prompts by yin_again, (G-Rish). The boys are everything from lawyers to wedding planners in these funny shorts. (First three sets are linked at the top of the entry.)


AU swatches by aesc, (G-NC17). Hockey players, Master & Commander, and Sister Act, oh my!


Note: Some of the authors I rec keep their fic locked. As far as I know, they will friend anyone who wants to read it--just jot them a line, and they'll add you as soon as they can.

So, my grandma's 80th birthday party is this Saturday, and we (her family) are taking care of all of the details. I've been fielding RSVP calls all day, and I did the first huge grocery run. In between, I was doing laundry and cleaning like a madwoman, as my brother and his girlfriend are visting from Texas (the first guests at our house in over 13 years). I'm already exhausted, and the hard part hasn't even happened.

First, I'll have to deal with my brother. He and I rarely get along well, but I'm hoping his girlfriend will be a mellowing influence. Then, there's all of the party preparations--no one wanted to shell out for a caterer, so we ARE the caterer. Fun times. Then, I have the pleasant break of a date with my wonderful new boyfriend Friday night. By that point, I'm sure I'll need it!

Saturday is the party, which has already started family drama and mess, so we'll see what happens when all of those frustrations are in the same room. Then Sunday, my parents are taking the kids and our SOs out to dinner--that's right, the boy is meeting the family. (To be perfectly honest, I'm more worried about him liking them than I am about them liking him.)

And then it's back to a crazy work schedule on Monday. My boss for two shows this summer called and needed my emergency help with a third. With the wardrobe position I have with another theatre, I'll spend the next few months actively juggling four part-time jobs!

I CAN HAS BOYFRIEND--Y/Y?

I know I'm late to the party on this one, but I wanted to point you all to cereta's amazing essay On rape and men. She talks very clearly about some very tough issues, and I'm thankful to her for being the one to put it out there and take all of the flack. I'm still reading through the comments, but behind the cut are ( some of the gems... )

Whew! That might be one of the longest entries I ever post, even if it's not my words. Go, read, discuss.