By the way, if anyone else still wants to come trick-or-treating at my virtual door, please do so! I'm going to start posting the treats (or tricks *g*) today. :)

Everyone, use googlemaps today!

Even if you don't need to go anywhere, just open googlemaps.

Trust me on this.

(And prepare to lose an hour or so of your life on awesome funstuff, so make sure you don't have any important meetings scheduled five minutes later.)

I dunno which is better: emo!Jensen or wig!Jared.

Either way, thank you so much, Misha, for making my day. ♥

Gotta love notalwaysright.com...


Call Center | USA

(I work for a service that answers phones for TV commercials. One commercial in particular is giving us all fits! It is for a cup that freezes sweet liquids into slush-ice. The kids have been calling in, in DROVES, trying to get one. The offer is to be paid with a credit card and you have to be 18 or over to get it. This caller sounds like a five year old.)

Me: “Thank you for calling for [Cup Product]! How may I help you?”

Caller: “Yeah. I wanna [Cup Product] thing.”

Me: “Ma’am, do you have a credit card?”

Caller: “Yeah. It’s 123456789.”

Me: “I’m sorry, but that is not a card number. How old are you?”

Caller: “Uh… I’m a hundred.”

Me: “Ma’am, please get your mommy to come to the phone. If you want a [Cup Product], you have to have an adult with a credit card.”

Caller: *getting crafty* “Uh, well, I already ordered it an’ used my Mommy’s—uh, my card. So, you can send it. Okay?”

Me: “Now look, honey… You need to have an ADULT come to the phone. Go get someone older.”

Caller: “Okay.”

(There is the sound of the receiver being put down, then instantly picked up again. I hear the same voice, now pitched much lower.)

Caller: “Hello? This is my Daddy. Please send me the [Cup Product] thingy, please!”

Gotta love notalwaysromantic.com!

(I’m just gotten out of the bath. I am leaning over the bed, petting one of our pets. I am not wearing anything. My boyfriend is in the living room, talking on his phone to someone from work. He walks in and sees me. He is an avid sailor.)

Boyfriend: “You have such good lines.”

Me: “What do you mean?”

Boyfriend: “Like a boat. You have good lines like a sailboat. I want to put my mast in you.”

Me: “Drop anchor!”

Dammit! I meant to post this yesterday, but things got a little hectic. *shakes fist at RL*

So, slightly late but with love, heeeere's Johnny! Matty! :D



(I know most folks will know this one already, but I ♥ this vid so much, and I ♥ Matt's Texas twang, and I really dig that turtleneck (not) that I just had to post it. Again.)

*goes back to writing Ficmas stories*

Now that I can finally access LJ again (SHEESH!!!), here's a little something for elrhiarhodan. I'm sure her NealMuse will approve. Mine does. *g*



Hee!

Picasso, Matisse paintings and more stolen from Netherlands museum

I mean, really. The boys have to get bored during hiatus...