the good people of the world are washing their cars on their lunch break

First- who wants a GMail invite? I have exactly one. Never mind. *g*

I'm reading the JMS run of The Amazing Spider-Man. These books kick serious ass, in patented (*cough*) JMS fashion. ( Do not go to Z'Ha'Dum, Spidey! [Spoilers through Vol. 3] )

That being said, I will take any and all Spidey slash recs, and am eagerly awaiting the entrees in liviapenn's Let's-Fuck-Peter-athon. I haven't seen S2 yet but I'm not particularly afraid of spoilers, so bring 'em on.

Meanwhile, the Jetta's stay of execution several months back may have reached its natural end. I was driving up the 101 to Ventura (not by choice), listenin' to KZLA, LA's country music radio station, when the black clouds of smoke shooting from under my hood started spilling in the vents, and causing passing drivers to honk and mock me and attempt to communicate using the international hand signals for "your car is super fucked." The mechanic said $750. I said fat chance. We're working on a compromise. I've got the car for the weekend so I can make it to elke_tanzer and cortese's day of independence, and then on Monday it's under the knife. Poor the Jetta. Dear, sweet, decrepit, stubborn, ten-year-old Jetta. I took it to the car wash today and washed it with the hoses and the big soapy brush and we sang "All I Wanna Do" hosin' and scrubbin' on Santa Monica Boulevard.

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Hey world!

The Multiverse Space Show Crossover Ficathon needs some pinch-hitters. If you would like to write a Space Show Crossover Fic (~1000 words, by July 31st), PLEASE respond here (or e-mail me, or andrastewhite) and let me/us know which of the fandoms (off of the Master List of Fandoms) you can write in.

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