late nights, bright lights

I've been told in the past that I am not a pleasant person to watch things with. Like, television or movies or live theatre... Things with stories to them. Concerts are okay, I guess. The same holds true for reading. When I am reading, you probably don't want to be around me.

I react to the story. I react a lot, apparently. Without fancy-ing it up any, I talk at the screen when I'm watching things or reading online, and I shout at books quite frequently.

Katie got very concerned the other day while I was watching Supernatural in the other room. Apparently over the sound of two fans and her music, she could hear me cheering for the hellhounds in Abandon All Hope (yeah, also, I'm a bad person) and was convinced I had started some sort of illegal dog fighting ring in my bedroom (which is strictly forbidden in our lease, btw).

The same goes for books. When it's funny, I laugh. When it's sad, I cry (do NOT ask about my first time reading Goblet of Fire, it was absolutely a horrible day). I will tell the characters when I think they are being stupid or not figuring out the problem fast enough. I will read out loud the best parts of the dialogue.

I got genuinely terrified when the chandelier came flying above my head and crashed into the stage during the Phantom of the Opera. BUT IT FLEW RIGHT BY MY HEAD, OKAY, I COULD HAVE DIED. My grandmother says taking me to see Les Miserables for the first time was the most entertaining time she's had at the theatre since they let you drink in the theatre. I don't even know what she meant by that.

People have commented before that it is stressful for them to be around me while I engage in stories of pretty much any kind because I engage so much. Even McLovin doesn't like to be around when I'm watching my space adventures (sci fi gets me the most riled. Freddy watches with me because he likes outer space, not because he's a good friend).

I used to go to the movie theatre a lot more and I never got kicked out or anything. I don't generally talk through the movie if I'm seeing it for the first time. I talk a little, but it's important talk. Now I mean, I don't think I've heard any of the dialogue in Hot Fuzz or Newsies in the last 30 times I've watched them, but that's because I can actually recite those movies from memory by this point.

I swear there was a point here.

Basically the point was that tonight, Katie read something I wrote. It was something no one had read before and that I was super anxious to get feedback on. She didn't react. Not once. Not to anything. Except to make one minor threat on my life in the first few pages. She was like a creepy ass stone statue (I'm looking at you, Lonely Assassins). So I just figured she didn't like it. But then when she's done and has decided she's going to spare my life, she says she liked it.

Apparently I am the weird one. Thoughts anyone?

We didn't bring our camera to Celtfest, but I wish we had so I could regale you all with pictures of sheep. Seriously. Is there a cuter animal in the world? I haven't met it yet. We watched the herding demos and sure, border collies are cute but I'm all about the sheep. And they go 'baa'. I can dig it.

We also watched the hammer throw and the caber toss (not to be confused with 'caper toss' which is much easier, but less fun to watch) and the highland dance competitions and the pipe'n'drum competition. And I drank iced tea and ate some grape flavoured sugar. BASICALLY IT WAS AWESOME.

Last night it was the Relay for Life and it poured rain and we didn't have a tent. LESS AWESOME. We did good though. I was proud of us.

TOMORROW. Tomorrow is going to be awesome times forty. Tomorrow the big bang story I co-authored with epiphanyx7 -- titled 'And Grace Will Lead Me Home' -- will be posted to our joint dreamwidth account. Today, in order to generate interest, I am posting our summary and warnings. Tomorrow I will be spamming you with my master post as well. <3

Summary: In order to stop the apocalypse, Dean kills Lucifer -- saving the world, and dying in the process. But Dean's journey is far from over -- the pact he made with Lilith for his soul did not end when an angel pulled him from depths of hell.

After the apocalypse, Castiel and Sam are left to pick up the shattered pieces of themselves. In the wake of Dean's death, things are not as easy as they used to be. Castiel finds himself trapped on Earth, with no hope of returning to the only home he's ever had, while Sam tries to remember who he is without his brother.

Man and angel have nothing in common, aside from their mutual bonds to a man now dead and a future they must forge together, now that the hands of fate have released them. And they will find a purpose, find out who they are, and more importantly, will find a reason to keep going... even in the face of danger, even with the knowledge with every passing second, Sam is closer to the end of his life.

And when he is gone, Castiel will be alone. Forever.

Warnings: Warnings: Virgin sacrifices, reincarnation, body transformations, epic levels of manpain all over the place, shouting, sex, language, violence, mildly disturbing themes, puppies, ice cream, rainbows, blasphemy, semi-graphic torture, character death, het, slash, angst, goldfish, consensual fraternal incest.

One of the Big Bangs that went up today in the au_bigbang comm is a sci-fi AU of The Tragedy of King Richard III.

HOW AWESOME IS THAT. I want to read it because, come on, sci-fi Shakespeare!

Alas, Richard III is one of the only three Shakespeare plays I have not read and all my Shakespeare books are at home while I am at my mother's for the next week. Oh well. Guess I'll have to wait.*

I bought a Christopher Moore book yesterday (The Stupidest Angel) and finished it practically while I was still waiting at Yorkdale for my mother. I have such a hard on for his books. I have not read one I didn't immediately love. I recommend them all.

Stanley won't stop demanding cuddles and then forcibly taking them (cuddle rape?). You'd think he missed me or something.

Oh yeah, and I made a Supernatural fanvid and might I say, 'screw you, CW logo. And screw you entirely Pussycat Dolls ads.'

*BUT COME ON, THAT SOUNDS FAB.