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Workin' on the

multiverse2004 fic and watchin' Firefly and drinkin' a soy latte in the atmosphere.

PUNK is here tomorrow, cats and kittens, so if you're in LA and want to play, call or e-mail and make us an offer. *g*

lizlet, Saturday's yours.

But the point is this. I'm vaguely schpreckled and dissatisfied, and after cleaning my room and mopping the floors and doing some laundry, I still feel the need for some hard-core molting. Which is to say, I'm dumping a good lot of my icons, and you can have some.

I made these ones. Want one? Leave a comment and it's yours.

KW: mordecai has his name on his hat ::

KW: bloody awful poet

KW: never get a cat ::

KW: wonder!

KW: perched spidey in a storm ::

KW: my favorite girl

KW: drunk giles ::

KW: aeryn reads english

Other folks made these ones. Make sure they stay credited, iffen you use 'em.

nullsechs ::

georgiamae

stickywicket ::

rouk

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The rest I'm keeping. At least for now. Gonna upload some that have been swinging the on-deck bat a while, quietly in their folders, and will leave room for fresh new ones.

But the bottom line's that I'm awake, I've got a soy latte, I'm working on my Multiverse fic, and PUNK is coming tomorrow!

At Casa del Sab, things are all right, and the HUMAN-CAT ALLIANCE has emerged victorious in the war against The Fleas.

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Dude, if you really want to get rid of it, I'll take the Mordecai one. That has long been my favorite icon of yours.

All yours, baby. I'm fond of it myself. I'm fond of a lot of these, but I'm MOLTING, you see. I feel refreshed!

Plus, Mordecai rocks. And totally has his name on his hat. I wish I had my name on my hat. Anyway, enjoy him.

A few of them (bloody awful poet, and the first two by other people) aren't showing, at least for me.

Pretty! Am sorely tempted to snurch Spidey, but am resisting, as I already have far too many icons I'm trying to work through the rotation. *g*

I feel your icon pain. I have a folder of, like, 100 icons waiting their turn so patiently.

As for the not showing, reload? They work here.

Ah, yes -- there they go. Silly me, thinking that 'show picture' would actually work. ;)

Saturday, eh? what does this mean? Does this mean I shall be kidnapped at dawn, hog-tied, and thrown into a trunk where I will be tickled senseless and lectured on the Big Gay Love of Scrubs until supper, at which time you will eat diner food and I will be allowed one drop of black coffee and three jelly beans?

Or do you have something even more nefarious in mind?

You were right about the jellybeans, but the rest of our plan is beyond even your wildest dreams!

Um. We don't know the answer, but if you hum a few bars, we'll fake it, and meet around lunchtime? And buy comics.

Cool beans. I'm down.

Ooh, oh! My Favorite Girl! (Ahem, yes.)

All yours, hotpants.

Say, where'd you get the cap for your icon?

YAY!

Say, where'd you get the cap for your icon?

Um, NBC maybe? Or some random fansite. I think it's still on my home computer, though, so I could tell more you when I get home. (It was JD, Perry, Jordan, and what's-her-face-Tara-Reid, but I used my cropping thing and cut cut cut the Tara out.)

Yeah, turns out it was on the NBC site, I just missed it somehow. Call it Tara Reid blindness.

MAN do we ever need DVDs.

DUDE, we so do. (And I flipped past that picture, like, five times searching for a JD/Jordan/Cox pic to nab, so. Tara Reid blindness must be catching.)

Oh! I would so love to have omgwtflol. I don't even know the source fandom but it's long cracked me up.

(Also, because I am greedy and bothersome: is there sharing? Is there taking more-than-one? Can I be you when I grow up? Do soy lattes taste weird?)

It's Band of Brothers, and it's so fantastic, that icon.

nullsechs, when she used it, had the keywords "luz and welsh sing opera" (Luz and Welsh being the guys in the picture, there). Marvelous.

And yes, use, enjoy, and feel free to snag as many as you like.

Soy lattes are VERY VERY GOOD.

Weird but good.

::hums with wisdom::

May I please take drunk Giles home with me? He'll be in good hands.

Of course!

Thanks!

(gently lays drunk Giles on the sofa, takes his shoes off, and puts the kettle on)