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My couch is pretty great. Also, the air conditioning is back on, so I can actually sit on my couch rather than having to cool myself on the tile floor in the basement. Going for that run was a bad idea.

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While the cats and I have been on the couch, Zachary Quinto was on Hollywood Game Night tonight, and it's a good thing I don't pay any attention to him, because every word out of his mouth makes me want to go re-read all the Pinto fic. He couldn't come up with "Hogwarts" as the school from Harry Potter and said "Williamsburg" rather than Brooklyn as a one-word clue for Hipster.

Anyway, fic. See you in a few days.


(Like this one, whose summary always pops into my mind first

a passage that sings

Summary: The one where Chris has stupid glasses and a lot of paperbacks, Zach knows too much for his own good, there are at least two lap dances, and everybody wants to sleep with Dorothy Parker. "Quinto Mad Libs," Cho says. "My date was: mean adjective, meaner adjective, devastating five-syllable mean adjective."

and which I had to find by googling "quinto fic mad libs" even though I'm fairly sure it's in my terribly-tagged bookmarks. Ooh, also on ao3, with a different but equally choice summary quote)


(also on the TV: Jesse Tyler Ferguson <3 I'll be sad if there are no random celebrity guest judge spots for him on SYTYCD this year)