So, hey, the VMAs

I watched most of the VMAs Sunday night (before bailing to go to bed--uh, sorry everybody I suddenly disappeared on when I realized I had six and a half hours til my alarm went off), but yesterday I had some kind of OH GOD NO MORE INPUT day and didn't watch any footage. Well, okay, no, I watched Pete and Patrick's musical declaration of love and devotion, and then I was done for the entire day.

So now that I'm able to watch anything else, a question for the group about the Snakes on a Plane performance... ( Cut-tagged for absence of squee )

Random further points:

I realized on the train yesterday that, sight unseen and totally unspoiled, I want to vid the third season of Supernatural to "The Phrase That Pays." Death is gonna catch up to all one day, but yours is coming quicker than ours, than ours...


Also, had one of my classes for the first time last night and, in an effort to show us how to deconstruct illustrations, our professor read us Where the Wild Things Are.

All I could think was oh, Pete.

unrelatedly

Ever since I noticed it, a few weeks ago, my brain has been attaching a weirdly heavy significance to the fact that it's been six years, the calendar has cycled around, and today is Tuesday, September 11 again. I guess because that's what I remember about it--it was Tuesday, I was on my way to class.

silver lining, lemon meringue pie, etc.

Best thing ever to come out of the recent wank:

Tonight I had class, and while I was sitting in my desk, before we got started, bookwench31 turned around and said, "Hey, I have a question. What is stagegay?"

So I got to spend all the time before class, and during the break, sitting in class and explaining how my fandom is filled with pretty boys who make out in front of us and talk about WANTING TO SEE EACH OTHER TOGETHER. AHEM.