First of all, Porn Battle VI (The Undiscovered Country) is accepting prompts. I always use it as an excuse to write prompts for the rarest pairings that I've always wanted fic for, in the hope that someone else has always wanted to write it. *g* Sometimes, it actually works!

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The rest of this post is mostly for my reference, a collection of the schedules for the 08-09 season for the football teams I'm following. If you're curious why, I explain myself under the cut. All 98% of the rest of you, carry on. *g*

( Germany Nationalmannschaft )

( Scotland National Team )

( Wales National Team )

( VfB Stuttgart )

( Liverpool FC )

( Chelsea FC )

( Werder Bremen )

( Bayern Munich )

WOW THAT SURE IS A LOT OF TEAMS. But I will rely on my dad for updates on the Bundesliga and Faith for updates on Chelsea. So really not that much.

Teams I Officially Hate Forever and Ever:
+ Portugal. Maybe if HILARIOUSLY UNATTRACTIVE OOMPA LOOMPA C-Ron ever leaves, I could support them.
+ Greece. They don't even play football. And they got the easiest qualification group in the WC. Come on, Latvia, you can beat 'em!
+ Manchester United. Ugh. UUUUUUGH. Shoot me.
+ Italy. I will be holding this grudge on my friggin' DEATHBED, people. I don't care what sad puppy dog faces Luca Toni makes at me or how often Fabio Cannavaro strips off his clothes for the cameras.
+ Real Madrid. Once you go there you lose your soul. Sorry, Iker. ETA: And Metze, too?! WHY, BABE, WHY?

ZOMG I AM WAY TOO EXCITED TO BE BREAKING OUT THE WORLD CUP 2010 TAG.

THIS MAKES ME WANT TO DIE.

*weeps quietly*

Argh, just as I finally got through S2 of Battlestar Galactica, the crappy library copies of my DVD gave out. And it froze on Kara and Leoben in the House of Psychotic Domesticity, no less! Like it was laughing at me for actually rewatching "Black Market." I have to wonder what people do to these DVDs. But - no. No. Number one rule of working at a library: Never, under any circumstances, wonder what those weird smudges are. There is only so much antibacterial soap behind the desk.

I was going to wait to post my tl;dr thoughts about the series until I'd gotten through more of it, but I am kind of bereft and lost without 24/7 BSG. So, some people I still love (Kara!), some people now make me roll my eyes a lot (Lee), and some people I appreciate way more than I did the first time around (Samuel T. Anders!). Proceed to my thoughts, this time with 100% more bullet lists.

( spoilers up to all aired episodes of bsg )

Waaaaaay too excited about seeing CKR on the big screen on Friday.

In my rewatch of Battlestar Galactica, I have unfortunately just finished "Pegasus." I don't think that will ever stop being the most horrifying thing I've ever seen in a television series. It still makes me physically ill, to see Sharon pull those blankets over her while she sobs, to see that broken Six. I can honestly say that is the only time in this entire series that I have taken Gaius Baltar seriously, and I think that says it all.

Hug time now?

Awwwww, you guys! Micha got married a few days ago! No, sadly not to Torsten Frings. What, um, a nice dress and tux, yes, very... shiny. Now his three sons are no longer bastards! Be warned: that post contains a terrifying picture of Nando and hilarious pictures of Schweini. But really, are there any other kind of pictures of Schweini? And, look, Micha and Klinsmann! Micha is still sporting a bruise from his injury at the Euros. Aw, poor boy.

But, anyway! The point of this post is that Eliza claims that if I make some sort of Ballack/Frings-ish picspam extravaganza, that would maybe possibly lead to her writing fic. And, you know, I would probably give up my firstborn for some good football RPS at this point. So here is - not the Fanmeile picspam, which will come later - but my Ballack/Frings Picspam of Epic Proportions, including an explanation of their freaking life stories for those of you who have no idea what I'm talking and, y'know, care. And also some videos of them being cute together.

( mom & dad: a fringser & balle primer and picspam )

1. I stayed up into the wee hours of the night yesterday talking BSG OT3 with transtempts. I'm still surprised at how much the idea of Kara/Sam/Leoben just makes me GRIN like a dork. Maybe it's just in our twisted minds, but they work. Being domestic and putting up cabinets and getting into barfights because Leoben never loses at cards and all. My favorite cap in the world, let me show it to you. Have I mentioned how "Faith" is probably my favorite episode of S4 of BSG? Just throw some cylons and some humans together into closed quarters and watch what happens. Guaranteed good times.

2. I'm so glad you all enjoyed my cracktastic guide to gay soaps! Warms the cockles of my heart. But I feel I owe at least a small addendum to some couples I overlooked. The first one being John Paul/Kieron, who I finally got around to watching and who are painfully adorable (though not as much as Christian and Olli). You can find their story (including some Craig angst) starting here. I mean, just watch this scene starting at 3:00 and tell me if that's not one of the sweetest things you've ever seen, meant as a blatant counterpoint to the nasty voice-over. Nuzzling!

The other couple is Max/Iago from El Cor de la Ciutat, a Catalan soap, pointed out to me by verasophia. I haven't watched too much of them yet, but their first kiss has me hooked. LOL *WINK*!

3. I'm still working on my Nationalmannschaft picspam, but I have to picspam my other Germans. Did you see the latest episode of Verbotene Liebe? I mean they had a swimsuit photoshoot complete with Zoolander Blue Steel faces and, inexplicably, cowboy hats. I am for any excuse to get Christian, Olli, and Gregor shirtless, even ones as tenuous as this.

( verbotene liebe 7/11/08 picspam )

4. I rewatched Batman Begins to prepare for the new movie, and all I could think of during the training montages where Liam Neeson was saying some cryptic shit about fear opium, was "But can you do it..... WITH WATERMELONS ON YOUR FEET?!" from Mystery Men. Which kind of ruined the ~*atmosphere*~. Whatever, Tony Stark needs to take Bruce Wayne out for drinks, sleep with him, and make him less broody all the time.

So, I have this guilty pleasure. I like to call it: Watching Gay Soap Opera Storylines on YouTube. In particular the "Gay Power Couples": Christian/Olli on Verbotene Liebe, JP/Craig on Hollyoaks, and Luke/Noah on As the World Turns.

This post is for anyone who has ever thought to themself, "Self, I would like to watch a gay soap opera storyline on YouTube. But there are so many options! How can a person pick?" WELL HAVE I GOT A POST FOR YOU. (/end t-rex) I think I'm going to call it GRAB SOME GAY. This is your definitive guide to the best of gay daytime television, including the good and the bad about each couple, pretty pictures, the certifiably scientific Brian Kinney sex-ometer, links to YouTube playlists, and a greatest hits (so to speak, harhar) of each storyline.

In short, this post is a terrifying testament to not only my extreme levels of geek and love of semi-bad television, but mostly how much free time I have during the summer.

( choose your own gay soap opera storyline! )

I want you guys to cherish my Brian Kinney sex-ometer. CHERISH THAT SUCKER.

lksdjsldkgjdfkgjadflkjgdafg BEST MOMENT OF MY LIFE BROUGHT TO YOU WITH A LITTLE HELP FROM crediniaeth!



WHY, YES, THAT IS MICHAEL BALLACK SHAMELESSLY FLIRTING WITH TORSTEN FRINGS ACROSS A CROWD OF SINGING AND DANCING GERMANS, THANK YOU FOR ASKING. Oh god, Faith and I have turned into the scariest Ballack/Frings tinhats EVER. IT IS AWESOME. Our in-depth investigation has concluded that it could be ONLY TORSTEN he is dancing at. I mean, who else? NOBODY DANCES AT TIM BOROWSKI, LET ME TELL YOU. And omg Torsten is such a grumpy bitch and I love him for it. =D

No, but seriously, EXPECT A PICSPAM SOON, all three of you who care! If ever I had a doubt that my boys were the biggest dorks in all of football, this celebration to welcome back the Nationalmannschaft to Deutschland completely banished them. No, SERIOUSLY, they all giggle and cover their mouths with their hands as they devise an elaborate plan to pour beer on unsuspecting persons that takes them like twenty minutes to fully implement. As I told Faith, every day they seem more and more like pre-teen girls at a slumber party. WHO PLAY SOME BADASS FOOTBALL. ♥♥♥

This entire post is about baseball and football. Commence scrolling!

1. So I have sort of been secretly reading Yankees Jeter/A-Rod RPS maybe? WHAT. I HATE THE YANKEES. Especially Jeter and A-Rod who I don't even really find that attractive. I was born hating the Yankees, I cheer when they lose, I would root for the freaking Cubs over them! AND YET. I am loving this fic. And I am loving the fanon versions of Jeter and A-Rod. I think I have football to thank. Since 99% of football RPS is so painfully terrible, I went looking for the next best sport. And lo and behold, the fic was kind of awesome. Kudos baseball fandom, you guys are small but brilliant and have some great smut. The absolute best kind of fandom, IMHO!

Also, HILARIOUSLY, I was reading some of the Jeter/A-Rod drama-rama interview quotes to my father, and after his usual *headdesk* over my slash goggles, he said something along the lines of, "Yeah, I could see A-Rod living the rich, hedonistic lifestyle. Like, it doesn't matter what exactly the specifics are, if it's there he'll do it." So I'm like, "SO BASICALLY YOU JUST CALLED HIM AN OMNISEXUAL MANWHORE?" And he agreed that that conclusion could be drawn.

I feel like I'm kind of betraying the White Sox, though. They're like little scrawny puppies left out in the rain that no one expects to do any good, and the Yankees are like purebred bull mastiffs that Bobo and Millicent take to the country club with them. I AM SORRY, PUPPIES. :/

2. My boyfriend Fernando Torres was in Houston this Saturday for some free kick challenge where you get a million dollars if you win. SO CLOSE. SAME CONTINENT. SAME COUNTRY! In any case, this calls for some ( daily fernando torres, this time with added lolz... )

3. I watched Goal! 2. ( I really wish I had not watched Goal! 2. )