...way out on the corner of fucked up and evil...

Oh no, there he goes. Pretty tame for him though; it only took two people to pull him off and when he went back to deliver a second round of re-education with his fists, all the other police dude had to do was fire his gun into the floor to make him stop. Poor effort, Daddy Winchester. Must try harder.

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So Rock of Ages totally proves my theory that listening to Journey has the power to heal all wounds or general sourness, kind of like the Care Bear Stare or those ponies with butterfly wings who cured evilness by sprinkling butterfly pony wing dust on dudes, except more eighties and with dudes going "whoa" a lot. So basically for the Losers Two they just need to play Journey really loud at Roque and he will be all healed of evilling and then he and Daddy Winchester can be in beautiful love again and NO MORE BETRAYAL FACE EVER AGAIN BECAUSE OMGNO NOT ALLOWED. So the moral of this post is I really liked Rock of Ages, and there should be more Clay/Roque porn, though at this point Don't Stop Believin' is synonymous with Jensen amd Cougar's beautiful love.

Watch Rock of Ages. It is most lovely.

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If the Avengers were kitties, and the Watchmen were ponies, and they got into it, I think the Watchmen would rape the fuck out of the Avengers. The Losers would sit back and watch while playing cards and drinking tequila, because they don't care either way.

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I hate all of you who are not writing me Eerie Indiana fanfiction right now, just so you know. I got a ForeverWare t-shirt for my birthday (best brothers EVER, although Johnny somewhat ruined the moment by giving me another one with a cartoon of Ozymandias chucking Daddy Winchester out of a window, nice) and I need to wear it and read exciting new fanfiction and there isn't any and basically you all suck and probably you're zombies or something.

Also, I have allowed myself to be seduced back into watching Justified so I have massive shame. Massive, battered-fangirl shame. I need therapy or something. Actually, I have Franklin and Bash on DVD, probably Zack Morris is better than therapy. I will test this theory and go and watch it right now, in fact!

In other, less rage-inducing news, OH BELLA. I love Bella. She's all sad because her daddy molested her, Dean's all sad because his daddy didn't molest him, really they are perfect for each other. OH BELLA WHY DID YOU NEVER COME BACK?!

And then Daddy Winchester saved the ENTIRE WORLD with the power of a two-minute non-speaking cameo in which he gazed tearfully at his boys while Jensen Ackles tried and failed to conceal the fact that he has EPIC GAY LOVE for Jeffrey Dean Morgan. I can't fault his taste, but it does bring enough creepy subtext to the show to make me glad John didn't come back permenantly.

I changed my mind, I want to see Texas Killing Fields after all. I don't know what the plot is, but presumably it's about some fields in Texas that go crazy and run around killing a bunch of dudes, and then Daddy Winchester has to stop them. Or something, I don't even know, he might be on the side of the fields or the evil mastermind behind everything, who cares? In the trailer he wears a GUN and STARES AT THINGS. Clearly it is the greatest movie of the year.

I had a pancake today, it was horrible. My pancakes are like ten thousand times tastier. Also, this temp agency completely wasted my time by asking me to come in for an interview after I sent them my CV and covering letter, only to tell me they didn't have any places available for the type of job I wanted and at the salary range I was asking for. WHICH I WROTE IN THE LETTER AND ALSO ON MY CV. WHAT THE FUCK. WHY DID YOU MAKE ME COME IN THEN?!

Is there a Losers kink meme? I thought there was, but I cannot find it. I did find the Watchmen kink meme though, that is quite fun and full of beautiful porn. There was a fic I was going to tell you all about, but I can't remember what it was now. It was quite beautiful.

For my birthday, I want a secret research base in Antarctica, or however the fuck you spell that word. I probably won't use it to build doom-squid and kill a bunch of people, I'll just hang out and maybe make friends with some penguins. Penguins are ace. They're always dressed for a dinner-dance even though those only happen at Christmas and whenever two penguins get married.

Now here is something I stole from evilinsanemonkey:

Favorite character:
Least favorite character:
Character with the best hair:
Character with the best eyes:
Character with the best smile:
Character I'd most want to kiss:
Character I'd most likely fuck:
Character I'd make lunch for:
Character I'd go singing in the rain with:
Character I'd go shopping with:
Character I'd go dancing with:
Character I'd take over the world with:
Character I most want to see more of:
Favorite pairing:

This evening, my brother came rushing into the kitchen, threw a pear (the most horrible of all fruit) at my head and yelled "Happy Dead Daddy Winchester Day."

I hate him for ALL TIME.

My brother is the sourest of all the Hegs. He got a parcel delievered yesterday, only we weren't in so they left a card, and today I walked all the way to the next village to collect it and then walked all the way back with it and put it on top of his wardrobe so his stupid cat wouldn't piss on it like he usually does, and when he got home he basically told me that it was my birthday present, that he wouldn't tell me what it was, and that he was keeping it at Hayley's house for the next month so I couldn't sneak in and look at it.

Sour. Little. Heg.

I am looking for temporary spider tattoos to complete one of my Halloween costumes, but I keep dismissing everything I find on the grounds that the spiders are too scary. I think deciding to dress as Arachne may have been a miscalculation on my part, given my rampant bugophobia.

In other news, the Losers is still super-beautiful. There should be at least three sequels to it. They would all be way better than that stupid Texas something-something-murder-mystery-nobody-cares bullshit movie that Daddy Winchester is in at the moment. I haven't seen it, but I already know it sucks. I'm magical like that.

So I finally got around to watching the director's cut of Watchmen. OH! Oh Rorschach! Oh Super-Raoul! Oh everyone! It was totally worth paying the ridiculously inflated price for the blu-ray simply for that bit where Dan beats the shit out of that dude in the pub and Rorschach - Rorschach! - has to tell him to calm the fuck down, and he's like, "Daniel! Not in front of the civilians!" OH MY GOD. I am in love with this movie all over again, but in a slightly less Daddy Winchester-focused direction.

Sadly, they did not include that hilarious bit in the comic where Rorschach tries to make Dan feel better about dead!Hollis Mason* by suggesting they just carry on with their investigation because then they can catch the person who started all the hysteria that led to Hollis' death, and Dan's like, "Who in their right mind would be comforted by... oh... I mean, thanks."

Also, I love Bill and Ted. I love Constantine too. This is kind of spilling over into reviving the crush my ten-year-old self had on Keanu Reeves, which is painful because it makes me want to watch other stuff that Keanu Reeves has done, and then I am reminded that he sucks and I feel inexplicably betrayed, like somehow he led me on by being in these three movies that I love.

My relationship with Keanu Reeves is very complicated.

*Dudes, I am totally not cutting that for spoilers, so don't even bother to ask me. It's a twenty-year-old comic, stop crying.