crazy gibberish!

My Futurama calendar tells me that today is Juneteenth, which I initially assumed was some crazy made-up holiday from the show. Boy do I feel sheepish.

Work's been arduous and irksome this week, and I'm very glad the Twelve Year-Old Boss is a great guy and has delegated other people to do the more time-consuming research for me. Hooray for me!

Fandomly, I have fallen down on the JC recs. So I will instead list some of the reasons I like JC in fanfic (seeing as I can't speak for the real deal), and call it george.

-- people fall in love with him without even meaning to
-- his clothes smell nice
-- he sometimes fucks Animagi
-- if a unicorn suddenly shows up in your house, JC knows what to do
-- all he needs is something to set fire to his spine
-- sometimes he makes decisions, and he's definitely not crying
-- although he has a good accent, he keeps forgetting the words
-- he tends to look awake, though he's really asleep
-- he reads tea leaves and cuts up kiwi fruit for Lance
-- pineapples make him wish it was summer
-- waffles should be bright pink, and he knows it
-- it's just sex with him
-- he takes things apart
-- he hasn't closed his eyes for a year now
-- careless whisper is his breakup song of choice
-- when his phone vibrates it jingles against the coins in his pocket
-- and, of course, because he lets Justin tie him into a corset for Chris.