In Which I Pimp Myself, mr. monkeybottoms, Miss Murchison, Reviewing, and Stem Cell Transplant.
Boy: So, when are you going to get spiked?
Piglet (panicked): Wha? I just -- I'm not -- God! I just like his character, okay?!?
Boy: Uhhh...right. I was thinking maybe after you go to the clinic you could FedEx this stuff for me.
Piglet: Huh? Oh. Oh, yes. Sure.
Boy: Have you been mainlining Red Vines again?
The blood donation went well (there's frankly not a lot of opportunity for disaster) and I got lots of pamphlets and info on marrow donation as well, which I'd been interested in. It's a straightforward and relatively low-risk process. A blood and tissue sample gets you in the NMDP Registry, and then if you're a potential match there's more testing and lots of education about what it means to be a donor. If you decide to go ahead the actual procedure takes an hour or two, can be done with local anaesthetic and doesn't require an overnight hospital stay. Only 25% of people who need marrow transplants can find eligible donors within their family, so the rest depend on the NMDP. Marrow donations treat diseases like leukemia, Hodgkin's disease and aplastic anemia. The boy and I will talk about it this weekend and then I'll probably get registered in November, when I'm eligible to get, um...spiked again.
In other news, hey! Roundabout won 'Best Angst' at the Vampire Kisses Awards. It is in such esteemed company as Mary's Journeys and 
mrmonkeybottoms' The Wacky Adventures of Spike and Buffybot, which is one of my favorite fics ever and not just because I've seen mrmonkeybottoms naked. I've only won two other things in my life before: a scholarship to law school and a teddy bear when I was eight. So if I'm overly giddy, please bear with me. It will pass soon.
missmurchison has published more chapters of Secret as the Grave. I love her compassion for the 'Buffy'-verse characters, especially her portrayal of Buffy as someone who's strong and focused, but loving. If you're wary of starting a new fic, let me direct you to Chapter 11: Paradise which can function as a stand-alone and which I've read obsessively since it's been posted. I think I'm starting to scare Miss M. She's asked me to stop hiding out in her bushes with the scope lens.
Finally (no kidding, huh?), drinkthepoisonx's recent post reminded me that I've only rarely reviewed stories at All About Spike. It's more my habit to send email feedback, because then my frightening fangirl gushing only embarrasses me and the writer. But I'm sure lots of people look at the reviews of a story before diving in, and there's really no reason I can't do both. At least until the restraining orders start rolling in. Also, just about everyone I know who regularly reads fanfiction uses All About Spike as a major resource. And for all the work it takes to maintain the database, consider submissions, contact authors and then make it all look effortless, I figure I can take time to review.
Whoa. I think that's it. In the next installment of Piglet Pimps: this French film I saw the other day that didn't suck.
09.18.03
Our Needs Hourly/Climb And Return Like Angels
In an hour I'm going to donate blood; I'm happy because it's the first time in a while that I've been able to. I know LJ is once again engaging in its earnest biweekly fandom-meta navel-gazing but for me, something like this is equally rewarding and I get cookies afterwards. In the meantime, Buffy and Spike are finally becoming reacquainted.
Prayers to Broken Stone, Part 5
09.17.03
Piglet Posts About Fashion
(This is an entry about clothes. If that doesn't interest you, or for some reason you prefer my usual subjects like refined sugar or fanfic updates, you'll want to skip right on by.)
I'm unimpressed by most of what's come out of New York's Fashion Week so far. The whole mod look is fun in theory, with white boots and miniskirts but have purple tights ever done anybody any favors? Narciso Rodriguez has been sharp so far, but I'm not sure if I can ever forgive him for what he did to Jennifer Connelly at the 2002 Golden Globes; it was like Bjork meets mother of the bride. At least Betsey Johnson seems to be having fun.
As odd as it may sound, coming from a girl whose current favorite ensemble is nine-dollar jeans and a t-shirt that reads 'Happiness Is Chinese Food' (now forever immortalized in nautibitz's Crash and Burn), I actually enjoy fashion. This is just the first time in my life that I've had the means and motivation to pursue it. Since I'm only three pounds underweight rather than twenty, there are some looks that I can't pull off. But I like looking at the pretty shapes and colors, and making my mental list of preferred designers for when I inevitably become the style iconoclast of my house and maybe the three or four blocks surrounding it: Carolina Herrera for evening wear, because the woman knows elegance; Marc Jacobs or Stella McCartney's Chloé line for everyday, even though they both tend to err on the side of caution; Alexander McQueen or Azzedine Alaďa if the moon suddenly turned blue and I became an adventurous dresser.
I should point out that despite all my name-dropping fantasies, in reality I've only gotten as far as Escada and Bebe, with a side of Agent Provocateur (there's a sale!). Before I start hitting the haute couture I figure I probably ought to learn how to apply makeup or do my own hair. But just like when I was little, it's nice to pretend.
Edited To Add: In keeping with the theme of this post, I should note that I'm currently tailoring an article of clothing using Superglue, my unabridged Webster's International Dictionary and a 3/4 inch nail.
09.10.03
Today's public service announcement: Wiseguy is being released on DVD. I loved that show with an unholy passion; it featured great writing, a then-unique approach to story arcs, and Kevin Spacey as a nutso junkie incestuous criminal mastermind. There was also Vinnie's friend Roger, who was like Spike, only different. If you're interested, E! Online has an interview with Stephen J. Cannell, the show's creator (and a very nice guy in person) in which he talks about the show's trendsetting structure, cult following and still-rabid fanbase.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled fic.
Prayers to Broken Stone, Part 2
09.08.03
I Will Go Down With This 'Ship...
So, my summer has been pretty busy, between getting to know my new Colorado environs, playing Half-Life all the way through on the 'difficult' setting, and discovering how long I could survive eating nothing but cheesecake and Hot Pockets.
Despite all that, however, I couldn't keep from writing a sentimental, self-indulgent post-'Chosen' Spike/Buffy fic of truly dubious quality. I debated about ever posting it, for those reasons. And then I realized -- it's fanfiction. Who cares if it's crap? (Answer: clearly not me.) Thus decided, I had another slice of cheesecake.
Prayers to Broken Stone, Part 1
09.01.03
Best. Strip Club. Ever.
They served cheesecake. Two kinds.
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