A view so cruel

There may be something hotter than a cute boy in kneepads and a wet wife-beater covered in corn syrup, but there ain't nothing hotter than Kevin Ogilvie. Seriously. Hottest boy alive. Does Canada have a secret stash of hot boys that I should know about?

Err, the show was pretty awesome too. The only trouble with seeing bands with so many albums I love is that I'll never get to hear all my favorite songs. But this set-list was very different from the Greater Wrong show, in fun ways. It was also lighter on the various goos than I expected. I hope Ogre has not caused a corn syrup and ichor shortage.

Today I must be virtupus and find words, on the novel and the short. Blargh. Coffee.

Now that the night knows the way to your heart

Another scene on "Ghostlight" today. Apparently I'm writing this thing one tiny scene at a time.

And I made a file for "Red Is The Color", but all it has are notes and stray lines. Nothing resembling a plot. Or, in fact, a name for my narrator, as all my 1st person characters are horrible. That's where you come in, oh wise and powerful LJ.

Name my narrator and her undead girlfriend! The winner(s) will receive cookies, and/or booze if I ever see you in person.

At least it has a soundtrack already.