well, huh.

It occurred to me tonight--in a "I knew that, but not in quite so many words" way--that the real reason I don't want to do the Dira Sudis Story Hour is that I am basically a crazy cat-hoarding lady when it comes to fic bunnies. It doesn't matter how diseased/feral/overcrowded they are, they are MINE and I am KEEPING THEM. Every story that I actually like enough to want to share with people I also like enough to keep entertaining the delusion that I might someday actually write it (see also: why I will probably never WIP Amnesty that thousand words of Stargate fic labeled 'ot3gypt').

Which is to say: my brain is rebounding in a truly horrendous way from writing happy silly Panic fic, and I don't want to tell you about it for all the wrong reasons.

Panic, what.

Exhibit A: ( Spencer Smith's womanly curves. )

Exhibit B: songmeanings.net

This website is kind of hilarious and addictive. Its ostensible purpose is to discuss the meanings of song lyrics, which means they have copies of a wide array of song lyrics; the lyrics tend to be correct and, unlike every other lyrics site on the internet, not cluttered with a million pop-ups and ads loudly informing you that you have won an iPod Nano. So I have them bookmarked for that purpose, but occasionally I find myself reading the comments, which frequently have a trainwreck fascination.

And then I discover this, under the song listing for Panic: I'd Rather Front a Histrionic Lyrically Dependent Prepubescent Hack Band Than Work Another Day At This Motherfucking Slushie Stand

Contrary to popular belief, this is in fact the only song Panic! At the Disco has ever come out with.