I dare you to say they taste the same

All my energy has been going towards work and family the last couple of weeks; bouncing back and forth across the state every weekend is kind of exhausting, and so are new students. I have this ridiculous tab backlog right now . . . unread fic, uncommented-on fanart, your odd political article (I am inevitably reminded that I hate caring about politics, but that's another story). Also I've been giving a lot of thought to taking an academic class this semester, and traveling to Europe next year.

I had to pop my head in, though, because I love my fandom SO DAMN MUCH. (It bears repeating occasionally!) For one thing, I don't even know how to deal with Gerard's hair, but I find I'm already kind of loving it (wouldn't be the first time I adored someone with a red mullet, after all *g*). Also? It's his and Lyn-Z's first wedding anniversary today! ♥ And they are still giddy and ridiculous and adorable. (I need to check around and see if anyone has a concert report for MSI at Dragon*Con.)

Also, half of Panic celebrated their birthdays this week, complete with hotass girlfriends and thematically appropriate cake. I may have cooed a little. Dammit. ;)

And then there's Patrick Stump telling me to put a heatwave in my pants. Oh holy fuck. (It is not surprising that I fucking adore "I Don't Care." I have a particular love for the sort of stompy/rockin' FOB songs--that's clearly a technical term--after all, "Bang The Doldrums" was the first one I ever loved. And not just for the tinhattery!) I want the rest of that album so badly.

Next week I get an olivia_circe--in fact, I get all of intensityboat!!--and a screamy mustachioed Frank. \o/