this might be the place

Via chopchica, I bring you the most amazing commercial ever created. Seriously not work safe, but only because you will be CRYING WITH LAUGHTER and possibly shrieking "OH MY GOD OH MY GODDDDD!!" a lot. I nearly hyperventilated it was so amazing, and then I watched it again and - just watch it:

*buries face in tissues and laughs FOREVER*

One: my back has finally stopped trying to remove itself from my body, and I can actually stand without pain! Amazing! \o/

Two: I'm gonna have a kashmir1 next weekend, and we were thinking of having a group lunch/dinner on either Friday or Saturday. Flisters from NYC who want to join in our food-related shenanigans, sound off! We haven't really discussed where we'd go yet or, you know, anything else about this venture, but we can figure all of that technical stuff out once we know how many people are planning on showing up and hugging us. (The hugging is required, you see.)

Three: bonus! If you show up and I still have not finished the story I'm currently attempting to work on, you can personally smack me.

Um, so, Shore Leave was pretty much amazing? Like you guys are surprised. I don't think I even have it in me to make a full report, because the entire thing was one big blur of me hugging everyone who asked for it and some people who didn't seem to want me near them at all or, you know, have any clue who I was, and then seeing David Hewlett fondle a guitar and having Kate Hewlett talk directly to us about her purse and Jewel Staite nearly brushing me with her bare legs that are long and gorgeous and fa;jgalkmgawfl and, okay, I'm breathing. Right. Yes.

I totally had a panic attack like that right before stepping into the room for a picture with David and having to touch him. NO HARDSHIP of course because he is even more fit in real life than I'd ever imagined and he smells like warm sheets, but I look somewhat like I've stuck my finger in an outlet, and he looks somewhat like he's not had a cup of coffee for three days.

Anyway, I met a bunch of amazing fangirls and bounced all around them like a hyperactive puppy for most of the weekend. exsequar, kashmir1, amberlynne, hebrew_hernia , tty63 and I shared a room - which, well, not much sleep occurred, what with the giggling and the episode watching - and it was fabulous. And on TOP of that, I had: ladycat777, darsynia, stillanne, grammarwoman, wolfshark, kimberweemee and kimberlyrdf (briefly because I was distracted by the Hew's...Hewlishiousness), emyrys, sam_gamgee (I'm so sorry for dragging Anne away like that, it was totally rude! I didn't realize you two were conversing and eeeek), and probably a bunch more that I'm forgetting because I suck or because I never asked your lj names. Please yell at me if you were there!

There were a few faces I thought I might have recognized, but my eyesight is notoriously horrible and badges are tiny, so I couldn't get up the guts to go say, "HI, ARE YOU ON MY FLIST! :D?" in a timely manner. But if you thought a girl in a red dress/colorful skirt might have looked at you and been a total ass about not saying something? It's because I'm a wimp, not because I don't love you. Wimp wimp wimp.

( Cut for slight meanderings and a photo )

I'm sure we all said wonderful and stupid things that I'm forgetting, and I'm equally sure some of the things that came out of my mouth this weekend fell gracelessly and with much sound into the second category, but I can't think of them right now. So! I'm going to go steal some more of hebrew_hernia's gorgeous pics (which she will hopefully post [except, um, not the ones that feature my boobs]) and make icons out of them while I attempt fruitlessly to catch up on my flist. If you have an anecdote to share, pleeeaasse dooo. I want to hear!

...omg david hewlett. *squeak*

Um, so, this latest bit of lunacy has a story behind it, I promise. See, I grabbed unaccompanied_g for artword this month, and we were emailing back and forth with story/art links - all very innocent - and then suddenly John was wearing lederhosen in my inbox and I was sputtering iced tea all over myself. Obviously I had to fight back. And 'fighting back' in my book apparently means giving Rodney braids. Officially, we blame too much sugar and not enough sleep, but unofficially - yeah, I'm not sure either.

unaccompanied_g: Oh my god. Oh my GOD. IT'S BEAUTIFUL. *TEAR* (...He looks so WISTFUL.)
unamaga: HE WANTS TO KNOW WHERE HIS LITTLE JAUNTY CAP IS.
unaccompanied_g: HE IS SO SAD WITHOUT IT.
unamaga: ON THE BRIGHT SIDE, HIS BOOBS LOOK AWESOME.

( The product of our five o'clock in the morning love. You have been warned. )

Hahahaha, holy shit, who put a secret about me on f!s? I was just happily lollerskating through all the crazy and then suddenly a lamp shade is attacking my head and I'm scrambling not to fall out of my chair. Dude! 'Fess up! :OOOO

SO. Sitting in Heathrow Airport for three hours is totally my idea of a good time. Really. I mean it.

You should entertain me, flist, OR ELSE I WILL GO MAD. Talk to me about SGA and the epic, epic love John and Rodney have for each other, or that funny little tiara you bought for yourself last week, or even the way your dog threw up this morning. PLEASE. Dogs throwing up is DAMN GOOD ENTERTAINMENT.

*sullenly eats chocolate*

So I sort of have the best wife ever. AKA ROBIN READ MY FIC CAT SCRATCH FEVER IN A VOICE POST. GO LISTEN. She is amazing. I think I might hump her wrist.

*weak flailing*

i blame him for not being able to sleep. i have to wake up in the morning, jared. NO FAIRS. ( SOME ICONS - yes, of that )

*fluttery* Bria is totally porning Sam/Me/Dean at me in IM. I...have the best friends ever. Oh my god.

And they're looking at eachother over your head, and you can't see much but something must have happend, cause the next thing you know Sam's lying down and Dean's pushing you back to straddle his lap.

"Wanna ride him, honey?" he whispers into your ear, biting at the lobe. "Fuck my brother for me, baby. Wanna see you."

I, uh. I'm gonna be over - over there. Somewhere. For a while. WITH MY HAND.

Ok, Kim just showed me this picture and you guys are falling down on the job. Where is this promo? Have any of you seen it? Can we get BETTER CAPS? I know it's from when they were still on the WB, so it has to be out there somewhere. Come on, guys! I'll - I'll. I'LL MAKE OUT WITH YOU. GROPING? FULL ON SEX?

( Zomg! )

Jared is crouched like he is about to knock Jensen over from behind, and Jensen looks so hot I can't even work the italics button anymore. God, people, where is this promo!?!!

ETA: dev_earl was fantabulous enough to upload it! link in the comments if you want it!