I am writing this post from Whitby on my FULLY FUNCTIONING LAPTOP.

Words cannot express how very happy I am to have this thing back and running. Huge kudos to my dad for getting it fixed. Now I can start writing again.

Joy!

Dear Little Girls Getting Off the Elevator as I Was Getting On:

I know you pressed every floor's button, you little shits. I could here you talking about it before the doors opened. The fact that the older of you refused to make eye contact with me helps solidify your guilt. Also, to the younger: Yes, in fact I will glare icely at you until you enter your apartment. I hope your tiny child-mind understands how much I loathe you and others like you.

Also, now I know where you live.

If you ever, ever pull that bullshit again, I will not stop at shooting you Death Glares. I will be forced to take action. I refuse to tolerate said bullshit.

Seriously, I stopped at every floor (of which there are twelve).

Do this again, you rotten little bastards, and I swear to God, I don't care how young you are, I will sass you so fucking hard, you will cry for an hour.

Sincerely, Steph

For the record:

Best episode in the series' history.

Seriously.

Fucking amazing.

This is fantastic for so many reasons:

Misha Collins' advice on essay writing

This is very frustrating.

I have been experiencing some extreme writer's block, as of late. I would love to pen some Lost and Found ficlets, or some Dean/Cas stuff, but I am having absolutely no luck. I'll have a general idea, start writing a couple sentences... then nothing. It's like, I get started, all gung ho... And then I blank out. A couple sentences in, and the idea/fic falls flat.

So frustrating.

When I was writing Lost and Found, the story practically burst out of me. More often than not, a chapter would manifest itself in one sitting, allowing me to write the whole thing in one go. Bam. Now... now I've got nothing. It's not like I don't have ideas, it's just not flowing like it used to. Stories seem forced.

I don't know if I should just sit around and wait until lightening/inspiration strikes, or if I should just hammer away at my half-assed ideas. I desperately want to write again. I haven't produced anything new in forever.

Damn you, brain! Get off your lazy ass and get to work!

Alright. Out of boredom last night, the boyfriend and I decided to watch one of the many random movies we had recently downloaded.

The film we ended up watching was the latest "Fast and Furious" movie.

All in all, not a terrible film. Could have done without all the CGI (*cough*exploding gas truck*cough*), but was at least appreciative of the fact that Michelle Rodriguez' character was dead (not a fan of hers).

However, what caught my attention the most in this movie was Paul Walker's epic man-crush on Vin Diesel's character.

Seriously.

Brian is a Goddamn FBI agent, and he's still running around, doing everything he possibly can to help a wanted criminal. Yes, I understand they're friends (sort of), and I get that Brian respects Dom (for some reason), but seriously! Brian puts himself on the other side of the law over and over again for this guy. They even have the epic stare-downs of "things unsaid".

The slash writes itself. I would not be suprised if slashers had an absolute fucking field day with this movie. It's all there. I mean, the epic rescue at the end? Sure, it looks cool, and they'll probably succeed, but then guess what?

THEY'LL ALL BE WANTED FELLONS.

... I bet if they get caught, Brian will totally ask to be cell mates with Dom. Just you wait.

I have nothing interesting to say.

Wow. It's been a while since my last post, hasn't it?

So, I've seen all of Season One of True Blood, and am eagerly awaiting Season Two, and I was wondering:

Does anybody know of any Bill/Eric fics floating around?

Okay. Just a thought on the music I am currently listening to:

"Lovers in a Dangerous Time" by the Barenaked Ladies (go Canada!) simply screams Dean/Cas at me.

( Lyrics )

If you have never listened to the song before, I highly suggest it. BNL is a kickass band, and the song is beautiful.

Damn you, Steven Page, for leaving the band. It is just not the same without you.

So, Castiel has been popping up in my dreams lately. Sometimes he's the angel, and sometimes he's just a wholesome religious guy. Depends on the dream.

But seriously, for the past several nights' sleep, he has been there, wandering around in my head.

...

Does this mean I have to save the world from something?

Title: The End
’Verse: Lost and Found
Author: LadyMacbeth
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: PG-13 for kissin’, cussin’ and fightin’
Pairing: Sam/Dean/Priestly
Word Count: 6280
Disclaimer: “Supernatural” and all its characters belong to the genius that is Eric Kripke. I make no profit.
Warning: Incestuous slash. You no like, you no look.
Summary: Missouri reveals a secret to the boys that send them on a journey to Santa Cruz where they find a brother they never knew and an even darker revelation that none of them saw coming.
Notes: Though this is the end of the arc, I am by no means done playing in this ‘verse. Sam and the twins are just too much fun to play with.
Notes #2: This chapter has been a long, long time coming. I hope the finale is worthy of your patience. Thank you all for being so understanding. It feels damn good to be doing this again.
The story so far:
1. Santa Cruz
2. The Road to Missouri
3. Revelations
4. Look Back, Leap Forward
5. Second Sight
6. Fury and Fitchburg
7. Conjoined
8. Distant Voices
9. The Warning
10. Wrought Asunder
11. Family Ties
12. Black Dog
13. Splitting Down the Seems
14. Spiral
15. Trinity
16. The Arrival
17. The Apology
18. Imminence
19. The Stand

And now:
( I once was lost, but now am found... )

Thanks to my fellow Dean/Cas enthusiasts, I have been listening to "Halo" by Beyonce, on repeat, for almost an hour.

But I can't make myself turn it off.

It would seem I have gotten myself re-addicted to Twitter.

Anybody have suggestions on people I should be following?

Also, if you are on Twitter and have not done so already, start following Misha Collins. He is totally random and hillarious.

Dear Mother Nature,

As much as I am enjoying the recent changes in weather, I would really appreciate it if you would provide me with some nice days when I don't work.

No more clouds, rain and general yuckiness on my days off, please. I would like to be able to actually experience beautiful sunny days, rather than simply pass under them on my way to work.

Thank you.

Sincerely, Steph

I just wanted to report that I have been working on Chapter 20 of L&F. As of right now, it's about double the size of previous chapters, and still going.

No worries though. The end is in sight. It is taking a little longer, as I keep writing and rewriting certain parts. I just want to make sure the ending is as "grand" and "dramatic" as it should be. Lord knows I've dragged you guys on a long enough ride.

I just want to make sure I do the story justice. I want to give you guys a great finale.

So there. Confirmation I am actually working.

My shame of the day:

While enjoying a late breakfast with the boyfriend today at a little restaurant, I totally farted. Loudly. Right there at the table while enjoying my meal.

I immediatly turned bright red, and started laughing, hoping to God that the people at the neighbouring table hadn't heard me.

The funniest part of the whole terrible situation was my boyfriend's expression. Now, we've been together for about fourteen wonderful months, and we've been living together since last July. We have farted in each other's presence many times.

However, the sudden and unexpected nature of the fart, coinciding with our public surroundings, caused my boyfriend's face to twist into a hillarious expression. It was equal parts "That's hysterical", "That's gross", and "I can't bring you anywhere".

God, I'm so classy.

And now I leave you with this question:

What is the most horrifyingly timed/placed fart you've ever had?

So... guess what I did today.

... Transferred all my Lost and Found files to my boyfriend's computer!

Lost and Found is alive once more!

*does happy dance*

Hopefully over the next couple of days, I can actually wrap up the latest chapter. It's only been sitting, half-finished on my laptop for, like, a year and a half... :(

Again, sincerest apologies to everyone that followed L&F. Obviously, I never intended to leave you hanging on that cliffhanger for so long.

But no worries! I'm back in action! Woo!

Ok. So.

I may have figured out a way to get L&F up and running again.

Nothing's set in stone, but I may be able to McGyver my way into my laptop's files, yank out all of my writing, and cram it into my boyfriend's computer.

I won't be able to do it today, as Canada is currently experiencing a holiday Monday, but tomorrow looks good.

With any luck, I should have access to the files again within the week.

... Which is not to say I haven't been working on anything new ;) ...

P.S. - I may have even figured out a way to get my Paid Account back, sans credit card. Woo! I miss all my icons!

Ok, so, I hjust watched the Supernatural season finale...

( Thoughts behind the cut )