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See, this is why I don't watch American Idol until they're down to the last twelve or so and I break down. Emotional investment just hurts.

I LIKED Scootergirl, dammit. She was all energetic and enthusiastic, and not in an annoying way. I'm *so* going to sulk about this for the next week. For the rest, I'm kind of blah'ed out on them. Sing, sing, sing, sing, dance, whatever. Scootergirl was interesting. Darn it all.

Yes, I'm emotionally invested in American Idol. *marvels* I swore off reality TV, except this doesn't count. It really doesn't. Somehow.

Though the Obnoxious Fiancee show has that car wreck fascination that makes me flip in just to see how long I can stand to watch. It's kind of like sucking on a lemon. You know, you try to see how long you can do it until you just fall apart and take that thing *out* of your mouth? I have yet to make it to a commercial break. I'm embarrassed for everyone. I'm embarrassed for myself for watching.

I keep wanting to write down a list of impossibly freaksome reality tv show ideas. I'm still kind of reeling from Fear Factor, where I discovered I have a stopping point, and that is boiled buffalo balls. I was ewwed but still breathing until that show--last season? Season before?

Stared long and hard at Cerulean Sins for a long time at Amazon to see if I liked this series enough to get it in hardcover. Just--no. I mean, I'm all for the rumors of immense amounts of sex and minimal plot, but I'm worried about Micah. He bothers me. He's too--something. I'm not sure of the word, but he feels like future cannon fodder. Or that's just my hope speaking. Plus, and I notice this, people spend an awful lot of time *talking* about sex without actually getting around *to* the sex in Narcissus in Chains. We hear so much about all that uncontrollable lust that sadly, never gets really uncontrollable. I'm waiting for people to rip their clothes and get down to basics already, but they sit around and pant and discuss the moral ramifications of fucking at random in spurts of powerful lust. *sighs*

Tease. Tease, tease, tease, I say.

My hair is mellowing down to a redder shade of pink-red, which means I can actually look at myself in the mirror and like the color. Of course, now that I like it, it's almost guaranteed that it will be gone by morning. Stupid hair.

Also, have *really* good coffee. It's all blissful.

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[out-there.livejournal.com]

I'm waiting for people to rip their clothes and get down to basics already, but they sit around and pant and discuss the moral ramifications of fucking at random in spurts of powerful lust. *sighs*

Aha! I *knew* there was a reason I read slash. They snark, and then they screw (and not always in that order). *happy sigh*

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[seperis.livejournal.com]

And dammit, that is how it should be. "Uncontrollable lust" my ass. If you aren't naked and panting with someone in under five minutes, it does not satisfy my definition of uncontrollable.

*loves her slash*

Though snark *while* screwing is always a plus.

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[out-there.livejournal.com]

If you aren't naked and panting with someone in under five minutes, it does not satisfy my definition of uncontrollable.

*sniggers* I agree. If you can control it enough to talk, it's not uncontrollable. (Then again, I have that issue with the phrase "couldn't help thinking". I use it all the friggin' time, and you know what? Someone either thinks about it or they don't. Most people don't spend time consciously trying not to think about something.)

Though snark *while* screwing is always a plus.

Oooh, that's a favourite. If you give me that, I'm your bitch fangirl forever. *g*

[grissecon.livejournal.com]

LKH is my working definition of a tease... I've not gotten Jean-Claude sex out of her for how many books now?!?

(Don't bother buying Cerulean Sins on hc. E-mail me your addy, I'll be happy to lend it.) I'm one of those people who can't wait for the paperback to come around, so I try to mitigate the expense for everyone else I know. *g*

Damn! I missed you tonight on AIM! One of the few nights a week I get to stay up late, too. Oh, well. Hopefully, I'll talk to you soon (I've had some Brian/Ethan thoughts recently that need a willing audience).

[reboot-wlm.livejournal.com]

I felt the same way about Narcissus. I read all the reviews about the overloaded sexual content and I kept looking for it. When I got to the end of the book, I thought "did I miss it somewhere." Oh well. I thought about writing LKH and saying "do it and write real sex or back off and write plots again"

[jolie-reader.livejournal.com]

Her (Laurell K. Hamilton's) Merry Gentry books have a lot more sex. It shows up about every five pages. I think Merry is sleeping with about fifteen guys by the end of the third book, and has had two girl!sex type experiences. One with her aunt. :)

[tingler.livejournal.com]

NiC was a bit of a disappointment for me, too. Aside from the strangeness of too-much-but-not-really sex, (as I recall at the moment, the only time in NiC that Anita had actual sex *and* it was hot was with Richard. The part in the club when she was *thinking* about it with Richard and Jean-Claude--oh very my, at last!!! Oh, not really. Rats!--was the teasingest), the writing just didn't seem up to her usual snuff. Apparently she didn't this one past her usual writing group, which was a mistake IMVUO. I'm holding out for the paperback of CS.