I appreciate and welcome new friends, but this is now, officially, my private journal. If you want to friend it, that's fine, but if I don't know you and we don't interact, I'm probably not going to friend you back. But if you comment, just to say hi or like hey I friended you lets be friends, I totally will friend back. I'm easy like that.

If you're here for fic, all my old stuff is now unlocked and one or two stories got re-posted to my fic journal, clockiesfic. All of my new fic from here on out, except for gbunit which will be posted there if I ever get around to finishing the next story. And I won't be posting links here because cross-posting is a bitch to deal with already. So feel free to roam around my journal and my fic journal and never say anything to me ever. Seriously, it's okay.

That being said, hello all. How have you been? Sorry that I tend to voice post and spam you with pictures of my cat. Seriously. That's what you're in for if you friend me. At least let me say that she's a pretty cute cat.

This is gonna run like commentary, only slightly more ridiculous. Note, this is my second time watching the episode (I always watch them, at the very least, twice. Mostly for fic writing purposes like this time around) so I might go off on tangents.

Blame sparseparsley for this one, who apparently likes it when I go off and make Cas sound like a homeboy. It's just something I do with my friend Emy and when leaving reviews. So, here you go.

( obviously spoilers beneath the cut )

Now to write fic about this episode. GLEE!

Alright, here's the thing, Supernatural is my new happy place.

I've always loved the show and, lately, it's filled a void left by two shows that pretty much left me standing around going what the fuck, I freaking loved you and you decided to screw me over.

Stargate: Atlantis, I'm looking at you. I'm looking at you with the Death Glare of Doom.

The show itself is ridiculous and heartbreaking and fairly well written. I mean sometimes I feel the writing staff gives Joss a run for his money and that's saying a lot coming from me. Does it have it's problems, yes. No television show doesn't. Keeping continuity for that long is hard, yo. Especially with the time constraints, but I have seriously adored all seasons. There were a few episodes I'd rather forget, but most of them have made me happy.

I've always avoided the fandom.

Because, seriously, some of them are batshit. A lot of them acknowledge it, some of the don't. Some of the wars they pick are weird and some of them are hilarious. I've read and enjoyed many a fic from Wincest to J2 to het. But I've always pretty much been on the sidelines.

That is, until Castiel.

( And here's where I cut so my flist doesn't stage a riot because of the longness and SPOILERS!!!!. )

Alright, my soap box is done. For those of you who went TL;DR the jist is I freaking want an icon that says 'Dean/Cas shipper who thinks Sam makes rainbows and baby unicorns appear' and then just use it everywhere. I'm gonna leave this unlocked and (possibly? maybe not?) cross-post.

STARGATE ATLANTIS FANS: Help a sister out. You guys know of any LJ communities that let you post announcements for selling memorable? I've got duplicate autographs I need to sell. I think the newsletter would be good, but it's just a link. I'm also thinking the awesome_hewlett community because one of them is a David Hewlett autograph on an A Dog's Breakfast poster (I know, I hate to get rid of it, but monies are tight and I've got three DH autographs.). Anywhere else you know of?

My two cents on the whole thing. I waited until the end to give an accurate picture of it all.

Here there be spoilers.

ETA: Also, oddly enough, spoilers for Diary of the Dead, the season four finale of Supernatural and various Whedon shit. Oh and apparently Sunday from SGA. Yeah whatever, I got crazy here.

( Bleeding Torchwood )

My cat bored on a Tuesday night.

So I know I haven't been around for awhile and I hate that the first thing I say after such a long time away is negative ranting.

That being said.

I'm really fucking sick of these throw backs to historical events in relation to what is going on now.

Obama's first 100 days? Who gives a shit? Obama himself has said that things are going to take time. Perhaps he's pulling on some old time shit, like many, many, MANY presidents before him have done, but it's the MEDIA that keeps making a big deal about it. Obama is not FDR he doesn't not have the legacy nor is his situation anywhere near as comparable to FDRs. The economy sucks. I fucking know, okay. I work a shitty retail job for minimum wage and have to listen to everyone bitch. So I know okay. You don't have to tell me about it. I know.

And yes, it's a big debt. I will not diminish it in anyway because it's a huge fucking deal. It's a combination of things and while I'm one to think that businesses have been dwindling (there's no fucking way that a business that has been running successfully for over 50 years could suddenly tank after not showing a profit for a few months. Months people. From September to now is barely a quarter and a half, fiscally. Something was going wrong for YEARS) and that the spending HAS BEEN OUT OF CONTROL FOR AT LEAST 8 YEARS.

You know, since BUSH AND THE 'WAR'.

And two of the major bailouts happened while Bush was in office.

But I'm jumping ahead.

So, yes, it's a big deal, but FDR was dealing with debt on a WORLDWIDE scale. Germany's economy was flattened, just like France and Britain and every other major power at the time. No one had any money. FDR was also dealing with massive internal problems that we couldn't possibly have due to the safety nets his programs set up as well as a FUCKING DUST BOWL THAT DECIMATED THE MIDWEST.

So when I say it's not comparable, I'm not being dramatic.

And then I hear about these fucking Tea Parties? What the fuck?

You all realize that you do have representation right? That you voted in the people who are approving these bailouts and tax hikes and stimulus plans? That you're not being ruled by a king in another country that basically sees you as cheap labor? You do realize that you sound like shitty whiners when you compare that to shit going down in third world countries?

You have no right to call yourselves tea parties. What the Boston colonists did was because they were fed up with not being represented. It wasn't even really the taxes, though that was a big deal, it was about the fact that these taxing were being imposed on them WITHOUT ANY SAY SO FROM THEM.

You voted in your congressperson. Whether it's the one you wanted or not, that is of no consequence because that's how our democracy works, the very thing you say is failing.

It angers me that you sit there and talk about not needing a stimulus plan, you who are probably well off and couldn't possibly imagine what it would be like to work shitty job after shitty job to make ends meet.

It angers me that your fire and passion wasn't there when we were spending billions to play fucking police to another nation. It angers me that you weren't more vocal during the initial bailouts. It angers me that you want to hurt what could be the very best decision the government is doing by giving money back to the PEOPLE WHO NEED IT.

California is a state in desperate need of federal help. It's been deeply acknowledged. The only way we are going to get that help is with TAX HIKES AND A DOLE.

You rant about socialism, but your government is just trying to take care of it's people. I don't even think you know what that word means.

How do you think we're going to get out of debt as a nation? Pray?

No, it'll be because we raised taxes and we tried to stimulate the economy by encouraging spending. It's the oldest fucking economic trick in the book.

Nobody likes taxes being raised. I've ranted on cigarette taxes, but that's a completely different reason. I'm just completely floored by the uneven nature of it, rather than the tax itself. So, yes, tax bad, but fuck, we're TRILLIONS of dollars in debt. I don't think they can even calculate it now. How are you going to make this work?

They don't have an answer. They want to bitch and complain, but if something government funded ended for them, I wonder what the protest would be. I want to hear their answer other then stop bailouts and taxes. I wanna hear how they plan to fix the debt.

Because at this point all I hear is unoriginal, meaningless words.

Okay, tag? Really? No. But I'll do it because rilestar doth decree it.

( CUT FOR MEME )

Some Drama for Your Momma. Bullet Points are Great.

1. I was in a car accident yesterday. This was not fun. I didn't even freak out. And, you know that moment right before you hit someone where you're breaking, but you know you're going to hit them... that is the worst moment ever. I freaking lost it on my dad, and by lost it I mean that I broke down and started crying so hard that I thought I wasn't going to be able to stop myself. I did. Because I had to work. And fucking shit, it actually helped. I just forgot about all my bullshit and got a wonderful text from my dad saying he's going to take care of the whole thing. I was so tripping on it. So not something I want right now.

2. The cop that was right there because I'm a dumbass and got into an accident right in front of the police station, scolded me for sitting to close to the steering wheel. Then my dad did the same (he was really douchey about the whole thing until he wasn't. But he's a guy and cannot understand emotion, so I get it, sort of.) They both said try pillows and I should be more comfortable in any car by now. I told my dad I don't sit that close in my mom's car. It doesn't help that I really have to push on the pedals to get the car to move. And that when it hits 50 it doesn't like to move once it stops and I have to push so hard I can feel the gears hitting the floor. I don't even have to sit that close in my dad's truck. I guess I'll try pillows. I did it in high school and it was douchest thing ever.

3. The Cop also had to help me get my keys out of the car. Because they're sticking again. He asked me if it was my car and I was like, yeah and he was like have you ever heard of cleaning? And I was like I've heard of it, but it's not a concept I engage in. He just smirked. Seriously, the cop and the lady I hit were pretty cool. The lady is letting my dad fix her car without going through insurance.

4. All this being said, I've been feeling really down lately guys. I need to find my inner cheer. Maybe I need to start listening to Cobra more again. Instead of The Academy Is... which I'm sure Danielle would approve of. I embarrassed her in Hot Topic today by singing along with Summer Hair = Forever Young.

5. In a totally unrelated note, we're making shirts! It's going to be awesome! Seriously awesome! We bought the shirts and the paints and one of them is white and it glows in the dark!

My life is so random.

Yo, Fangs Up Bitches.

This is my Cobra Starship Primer for my friends who I am totally dragging into bandom. Which, at the moment, is one.

But whatever.

To the pretties.

( Resistance to the Cobra is FUTILE! )

I suppose congratulations are in order.

Good for you Mister President. I hope you give them hell on the hill.

But I am afraid, for me, the celebrations are bittersweet.

I wrote this today, during some free time between classes before it was completely final. I wrote this in lieu of crying, though I feel that may happen sometime when I least expect it. I wrote this because I felt that I must say it.

I will leave this unlocked. I hope that some people have the sense not to come in here and be hurtful. I hope you actually read the words rather than jump to conclusions. I hope that it makes a little bit of difference to my flist, all of you that I know are hurting right now.

And I shall stop overthinking my importance :)

Um, so, like, I think this is eloquent and powerful? But I'm retarded and feel self-conscious about it.

I will cut because I was taught, very early on from a friend who is no longer on LJ, that cut tags are your friend when you get long winded. Maybe I'll break out of that habit.

( A fight song to my comrades )

There's probably some grammar problems. Maybe Danielle will correct them if she feels up to reading this. I hope it's not preachy.

Also, I guess I'll take this time to say that, um, I get to go see President Obama get inaugurated in January? I'm not sure I told you all that? It's really a big deal for me.

And what a perfect song to be playing. God's telling me something.

To all of my friends journals to comment on their sadness.

Yes, I am alive.

Life has been super busy as of late and like I haven't found the time to post. I have found the time to read.

However, this entry is mostly to say that entries from 2005-2007 Jan have been flocked.

I will be going through and unlocking fic posts, but most things can be found elsewhere (except for some early SGA stuff. However this will take me awhile. So just bare with me. And it's possible that fic will be edited and posted on clockiesfic so as to keep privacy.

I'm also hoping to update the fic site soon with all these fics so that I can go permanently flocked on stuff if I were to choose to do so.

This comes because I've had a few instances where something got left unlocked for laziness and I've gotten weird spam. I'd like this journal to be completely for me right now and, considering I have a fic journal, I don't think that's asking too much.

So this is your warning before I go completely friends only. I hate to sound bitchy, but if you're here for fic, it's going to be on clockiesfic from now on and the various archive websites I'm a member of.

I wanna thank everyone for supporting my writing and no this is not me saying I won't be writing ever again. I just feel that going friends only will minimize the amount of spam and weird mail I get on this journal.

As for my friends who I know I am friends with, I've got so much news that I am bursting at the seams. I'm slowly writing fic! And other things. Details will be given later.

Thank You, I'll get off of my soapbox now.

sgabigbang has gone live folks. That's right. LIVE!

My story can be found HERE

I think you all know that I am uber excited for it. Like uber excited. And I hope that you all can take some time and check it out at least because the site is really fabulous. They're having a few coding problems at the moment and some of my notes got lost, but all in all it's great.

If you want page breaks I'm told skins Quite Content and Colorgate are the best ones to view on. Otherwise you get a mess of text.

I have a soundtrack/playlist, I will be uploading soon, probably after the allow us to post our stories elsewhere. It has bits of the story and author's reason behind it. I should actually ask if they will allow that as part of the promotion.

Anyway, read please!

After spending way too much on this little snippet of BANDOM fic because it would not let me sleep, I need some advice. That's right flist, poll time.


Poll #1233286 New Levels of the Special Hell
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 16

Should Clockstopper continue down the bandom path?

So yeah, I wrote fic. Danielle's fault completely. Possible Ryan Ross' too. Or Pete Wentz's. I'm not entirely sure. I know Danielle had something to do with it. I have no idea where I'd even cross post this shit to.

Um, please only vote once. And like vote? Please?

In other news, Heroes Big Boom extended their deadline. Thank god. I think I can use that extra time wisely. I have about half the story written, but like a lot of it is scattered and not written out that well. I am really starting to enjoy this story. It's even got a title. My fics don't usually have titles right away. And an influential song! Go me!

The room is still a work in progress. I'm excited for it. I think it's really coming around. I think the shoes are gonna be hard because I have to move them and I love them all. Like I'm not getting rid of them (though I think I may have to get rid of some boots because they're scuffed and that makes me sad) but they won't be right there, Danielle has demanded before and after pictures. Beware.

I'm cutting my hair tomorrow. Like really short. I'm slightly freaked, but am putting on the brave camper face.

Also, this is going to be unflocked to allow the few people on my flist that I haven't friended back a chance to jump in and talk to me because I know you guys are there and I'm interested in you. Seriously I am! Let's start some dialogue! Because you guys haven't moved over to the fic journal and you've stayed here after my post about fic being over there. Also this is my plea for no spam. PLEASE! As humorous as it is sometimes, I hate having to delete shit.

Danielle, free tomorrow? Could we maybe just do dinner and not sleep overs? I gotta wake up and get my hair cut on Saturday. I'll even drive to your house!

So now I somehow have to have a Heroes fic finished by August 1st.

Not that I'm not going to try for this, of course, but I have two ideas that I can't seem to choose between.

I wish I had more friends who were into Heroes.

In other news, I am going to wash my car today. Like extensively. I know not all of you have seen it, but it's pretty, um, not funny to look at our sit in or anything of that nature. You can ask Danielle. She will tell you.

So I'm gonna clear out all the junk and take it somewhere where they have to like detail it because lord knows I'm too lazy to do that shit. I pay people to do it.

Honestly, my mom wanted to pay people to clean my room. It was weird. I was like, yeah, no that's okay. I don't need to do that.

I like it the way it is... for the most part.

So the Writer's Block on LJ asks you to share a memorable real life moment that happened because of LJ. I find this amusing because like technically every moment I spend with Danielle is because of LJ. And every moment I spend with Danielle is memorable.

So...

( spontaneous nick/greg fic brought to you because I'm feeling good and listening to panic and no, it's not sick!fic, but it's something. )

Yeah that was totally inspired by Danielle and too much bandslash. Whatever. IT'S NICK/GREG!

The Tardis Big Bang stories have officially gone live.

HERE is my story.

It's called These Parts Won't Break. It's about 29000 words... only a little longer. Torchwood. I am so utterly glad that it is finished and done and is up for ya'll to read and enjoy.

That's pretty much all I have for today. I seriously like avoided doing anything today with a vengeance because I knew I was going to have to go into work at 3. Which wasn't exactly as bad as I had thought it was going to be. I wasn't even that bored or exhausted. Could be because it wasn't exactly busy, but it wasn't dead and I wasn't like hauling ass and doing other shit.

I am so looking forward to STP next Tuesday that I can barely contain myself.

Just a quick update for the folks that care.

I have currently hit 15168 words for my SGA Big Bang story. Seriously. It's like crazy. And I'm nowhere near done. Like I said, crazy.

And also I just remembered that I had a re-write to do of my Psych paper that is due tomorrow. Crap. Again no sleep. I should really check these things. I thought for sure it was due finals day. Whatever. It's only worth like 20 points. Seriously. I'll just make the changes and sleep.

But seriously, let us not demean the fact that I hit 15168 words for my SGA Big Bang story. I am ahead of the curve. Thank god I'm ahead of the curve with something!

Will House and Wilson just have hot, sweaty, messy sex on Wilson's desk already. Jesus people if the subtext becomes any more text it's going to start looking like a Queer as Folk episode. Though they're a better couple than Brian and Justin (please, please do not hate me for that comment. It's known I'm a Brian/Mikey girl. You all knew this when you friended.)

Also, you ever go back and watch your favorite shows and then remember, this is why I didn't go back before. I'm like that with Sunday (SGA) and I haven't watched it since. Not even once. Not even when it played live in America.

Well I know remembered why I loved Season Three of QAF as much as I had... it's fucking heartbreaking. Like I love it and shit, but Ted. Oh fucking Ted and poor, poor Emmett. I'm like... not forcing myself exactly because I'm hooked again, but I'm like crying in every episode. Oh you fucking show.

So much so that I fucking wrote FIC! Ted/Emmett fic. When I should have been doing a lot of other, more productive things like homework or finishing up Big Bang. No, I get hit with the urge to write Ted/Emmett fic.

My life is retarded.

Also DVR! I have DVR! I can record my shows! The downside... no more Logo. And just when I was gonna try and get into the Big Gay Sketch Show.