oh, it's...still warm....

...so a quick scroll through the friendslist seems to have no mention of this -- the city's one and only hip-hop station reported to me this morning that while he was doing a fan-signing in the UK yesterday/over the weekend, La Timberlake got punched in the face by somebody who didn't like him. He's quoted as saying, "England is crazy. I ain't fucking coming back here."

Englishmen should punch me in the face!

chinese fire drill! for serious this time!

Fannish things, before I dive back into ficlets:

- krissita reports that Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal are all set to star in a film about gay cowboys. All I can say is...um, yes? Please?!?

- According to IGN FilmForce, the news on the new Batman movie is that Laurence Fishburne is being approached to play Lucius Fox. And Katie Holmes is the film's requisite love interest. Good or bad, I can't wait for this damn film.

- Because I don't follow their solo careers with any real devotion, ciderpress had to inform me that there exist pictures of Justin pulling a pint of Guinness. I...wow. That's so fucking hot, as are the sleeves on his hoodie (waaaaaaaant!!). The progression of the pictures amuses me; he goes from concentrating reeeeal hard to looking like he's had one too many. Oh yes indeed.

funzo's cute and cuddly -- with tons of firepower!

Everybody on my flist has been having nightmares lately, so I find it only fitting that I tell you about mine.

So I was walking on the sidewalk, and I went past one of those stone underground washrooms -- you know when the entrance is up on street level, but you have to go down stairs to get in, and there's a big open area at the bottom of the steps? -- and I happened to look down and I saw the fucking Joker getting a blowjob from one of his flunkies. The flunky was in full Joker-thug makeup and everything, with the painted-on smile, but the Joker wasn't smiling at all. I freaked out and backed up, but the Joker turned towards the entrance with that unsmiling face and started coming up the stairs, and I swear I was so fucking terrified I woke up that I couldn't go back to sleep for the next hour.

...righty-o -- back to the ficlets, then. Have I mentioned what unseemly glee my friends have exhibited through this whole venture?

( revisionary wanted apologist!Justin. arrrgh! )

( and Sarah wanted Angelo/Hank, which makes me weep into my pillow at night. And sometimes during the day. )

*sticks head in oven, tapes "no funeral" sign to back*

I fucking love the found_objects community, man. Especially for the constant stream of scarring images.

And speaking of scarring, ( embitca wanted an absolute triumvirate of horrors involving choey with babies, smegma and spoons. )

( ...and to make up for that, pirateyes asked for some PaNick. Or whatever it is the cool kids are calling Paris/Nick these days. )