random sunday things while I avoid mating socks

The Bronson Pinchot Project is turning out to be the equivalent of visual and aural Xanax for me. I sit and watch him and Mikey go salvaging and restoring and I can feel my blood pressure easing off.

ohana_favorites is hosting a favorite fic ... competition? Some lovely people nominated a few of my Hawaii Five-0 stories, which is pretty awesome, but the best part is that it's like a list of awesome fic to go through. Some familiar names, some new to me, all a nice distraction from the rest of life.

The House of Boys is in the preliminary stages of laying out the summer movie season (this entails much negotiation, as none of us like to go to movies alone, but everybody has their own preferences, so everybody gets one preemptive WE ARE DOING THIS ONE which everyone else makes every effort to be there for. The real trick, of course, is in the negotiations of who will call what, so that no two people waste their one pick on the same movie. Yes, dinners are weird in our house.) Obviously, *my* preemptive strike is The Avengers, but Oldest is right behind me this year with Prometheus, due almost entirely to Guy Pearce and this faux TED talk.

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I'm trying to decide between this sweater or this dress, as I have been patiently waiting for the coupon that hit my inbox on Friday. I adore Sundance, but omgPRICEY. Still, everything I've ever bought from them, I still wear, so I buy on sale and rationalize it that way.