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Last night, at the AI concert, someone threw a bra and thong at Adam Lambert - well, we THINK it was at Adam Lambert. He was on stage with Allison and tbf the fan could just as easily have been throwing underwear at her. He twirled the bra around his head and threw it back, but he seemed less thrilled with the knickers.

( Some gifs for your viewing pleasure: )

Anyway, someone in the comments @ ontd_ai raised the question of WHY people throw underwear at rock stars. Was the fan wearing the underwear and was overcome with sexiness and had to TAKE IT OFF and throw it, or did she (I'm assuming it was a she, but of course it may not have been) take it with her with the express intention of throwing it, etc...and it made me think of Decaydance, and these little girls who were behind us in the queue. Two of them were wearing bras outside their clothes with Ryan's name written on in pen, which was D: enough, but then they actually threw them at Gabe or Travis, I can't remember which. I do remember that whoever it was pointed out that his name wasn't on said bra, though.

IDK. Maybe they were ~~~overcome with sexiness, which is a valid reaction when Gabe or Travis (especially Travis imo) are on stage. But it seems like a waste of....what is already a fairly peculiar airborne gift. Presumably Ryan already knows his name.

This is a pointless post. IDK, I just remembered it, and who else can I talk to about this shit if not you guys?

Panic fans, I feel so bad for you guys right now! If I woke up to a random post on the mychem blog all 'frank and ray are leaving, ~~laterz guis' I would pretty much punch the entire world in the face.

I have seen the word 'overinvested' get thrown around, which doesn't even make sense to me. We're FANS, it's our JOB to be overinvested. 'Overinvested' saves TV shows from being axed. It gets things brought out on DVD. It petitions studios and calls TPTB on their bullshit. In bandom especially, if nobody was overinvested there'd be no screaming at gigs, no following bands from show to show to show, nobody to buy merch, no songs would ever appear on 'these songs make me happy/sad/come back from the dead' playlists. There would BE no playlists, no fanfic, no fanart, no fandom. Overinvested is our natural state of being. I am STILL upset over Slash and Axl's divorce, ffs. It's not stupid to be sad, it's completely natural.

Some things that cheer me up when I am sad are Awkward Family Photos, The End of the World and, currently, this picture of Adam Lambert. Although if you hate him I just made you feel worse. On the other hand if you hate him you probably don't have a soul, and therefore are unable to feel at all.

What else did I want to talk about? ( Kink bingo! )

If you are still on the fence about Mr. Glambert but wish to know more, there are two new, short, adorable little talking-head interviews here and here which might be the proverbial straw on the camel's back.

A lot of Adam interviews are excruciatingly mottsy, sry2say, b/c the interviewers are always like 'LOL YOU'RE GAY LOL YOU THINK KRIS IS CUTE (now put it in me)' but these are just Adam talking, intercut with bits of him singing, so warning for caterwauling, obviously. He discusses such topics as how everyone in the world loves him (specifically the kids of the people who manage Led Zeppelin) and whether or not singing Cher is too gay.

Now I'm watching the tennis. I haven't posted as much about Wimbledon this second week because I've been so infuriated by the shitty treatment of the female players, but I am obviously thrilled that the Williams sisters are both through to the final, and so is Federer, and right now I'm hoping Roddick will surprise everyone and beat Andy Murray's ass into the ground.

I would like an Ace of Cakes AU. That is all.

Remember I couldn't remember the name of that female comedian, well, she just showed up on Michael Macintyre's Comedy Roadshow, so now I can tell you her name is Ava Vidal. She's awesome, and you can check out some of her work, and a documentary about how she became a comedian, on YouTube here. :D!

I just updated the Unholyverse masterlist with some art and things, but I wanted to give a heads-up to you guys that aceles just posted amaaaaaaazing manip art here. Oh my God. The last two are awesomely freaky, ugh. ♥

Ughhhhhhhhh you GUYS THIS IS SO CUTE I CANNOT DEAL WITH IT.

Kris interviews Adam:



And vice versa:



THEIR FACES. Hey, I think that's the first time I've said that about these two! They are so giggly and adorable, I thought a THEIR FACES was in order, don't you agree?

THANK YOU.

YOU'RE WELCOME!

Wimbledon day three! I didn't watch Federer's match b/c I was watching Serena Williams instead - thank you, red button of multiscreen glory!

Her match was very wham-bam, she wrapped it up just inside an hour. Don't get me wrong, she's amazing, but I never felt she had a fight on her hands.

Sharapova v Dulko, though, what a match! It's a shame for Sharapova to go out so early two years in a row, but I was really impressed with Dulko's game, and her mindset, too, she didn't let herself get freaked out when Sharapova got back into the game in the second set. And there were five match points! I love it when the third set's a nail-biter.

In the men's game, my favourite thing about today is that the hilariously-named Mardy Fish is still in, which means we get to hear Sue Barker say his name for at least another few days \o/

Lots of woe and doom about the state of British tennis. Short version: we suck. WHO CARES? Just because Wimbledon is in the UK doesn't mean we should win it! And I feel awful for poor Keothavong walking out of her post-loss press conference in tears D:

Now Federer is on tv talking to Sue Barker and he is being extremely adorable about his pregnant wife, it must be said. And about Rafa WHAT who said that.

I'm basically obsessed with Mitchell and Webb, and so far their most current series is probably my favourite yet.

I thought this clip might be of interest to some of you. It's a spoof on the difference between advertising aimed at women, and commericals designed to appeal to men.



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Wimbledon started yesterday, and thus begins the annual two-week snoozefest in my journal, for most of you. I'm sorry, I know it's boring, but it's only a fortnight and I do love it so. You will live.

This year holds rather less excitement for me than last, because my bb Rafael Nadal is not playing due to injury ;_______; I'm super-bummed, tbh. What a shame for the defending champion to be indisposed, even if he wasn't my favourite male player, which he absolutely is.

This means that for the first time I'm actually hoping Federer will win. I was not a Federer fan at all before Nadal came along and made him interesting to me, and if you listen to the slobbering fanpoodles on the BBC, Federer is the only thing standing between Andy Murray and CERTAIN VICTORY.

Well, good. Stay there, Roger. Stay there and do whatever you have to do to keep his vile mitts off that trophy. I hate Andy Murray and I don't care who knows it. What an unmitigated douche. Yeah, he's a better player than Come On Tim, but he's also a sneering, miserable, nasty piece of sexist work. Bah. Britain's Great Hope, indeed. Ptui.

My favourite player of them allllll, though, is ♥Venus Williams♥, and she's back to defend her crown. Not that you'd know it according to the BBC, though, who seem to constantly forget that she is not only an ambassador for female players, the woman who finally got it into Wimbledon's thick skulls than uneven pay for men and women is NOT OKAY, she's also won the damn thing FIVE TIMES, including the LAST TWO. For fuck's sake - as if BBC Five Live broadcasting comments about how female players are only there to sell sex wasn't enough, the last two days of BBC coverage have been frankly skeevy. Lots of loving slow-motion profiles of an endless parade of Russian blondes, and about three words cast in the direction of the Williams sisters, or Dinara Safina who is ONLY THE WORLD NUMBER ONE. Serena 'I've Won it Too, Motherfuckers' Williams' first-round victory yesterday featured in approximately half a minute of the highlights programme, with a totally disproportionate amount of time dedicated to the match of a pretty fifteen-year-old British girl WHO LOST.

Grr arrgh. Then just now, a (male. Surprise!) commentator on the BBC said that the Centre Court crowd were enjoying Venus' opening match only as an appetiser before Master Murray, (MASTER MURRAY I AM NOT KIDDING) 'but it is a very tasy hors d'oeuvre.'

THANKS. SHUT YOUR FACE.

Ugh. New people who have friended me recently, I swear I really don't usually rant this much. My journal is usually much more about stupid faces and stupider stories, but recently I'm seeing slaps in the face everywhere I turn, I don't know.

Anyway. Andy Roddick's on now, and kicking ass. I love him, and am sending adoring vibes to his poorly knee. ♥♥♥♥♥

Last night, my boyfriend and I went to see Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen.

We walked out.

It's a really long time since I walked out of a film. If I go to see something, I usually stay all the way through no matter how bad it is. I stayed all the way through The Happening, for Christ's sake. But The Happening was just boring and shitty, it wasn't offensively, aggressively terrible. It didn't make me feel sick. It didn't make me angry.

( Rage! Disgust! Spoilers! Taking a film about robots way too seriously! It's all going on )

If anyone else is planning on seeing it, my advice is: don't. Or go, buy a ticket, then loudly demand your money back, where everyone can hear you. This shit is not okay.

My second entry for Kink Bingo! Here's my card - as you can see I am apparently not aiming for any bingo line at all, just randomly picking things in the order they come to my brain. Rules? Points system? Pfft!

LOL I don't even know what this is. Well, I do. It is Adam Lambert/Robert Pattinson foot fetish porn. WHAT AM I DOING.

Title: Fancy Free
Pairing: Adam Lambert/Robert Pattinson
Rating: FEET.
Notes: I DON'T KNOW. Thanks in advance to the two people who are going to read this. And even more thanks to the long-suffering shoemaster, who supports me in all my endeavours, even if they are very peculiar and cause her alarm.

I'M SORRY FANDOM. At least it's short? Just over 1,500 words.

( Fancy Free )

Look, don't come crying to me. Stop googling yourselves, motherfuckers.

Last night I went with omniguy, yan_tan_tether and assorted hangers-on to see Shappi Korsandi's new radio show being recorded. It was really great! She is funny and awesome and TINY, and while her pre-recorded interview with Ken Livingstone was kind of excruciating, the one with Ben Okri made me (and her) *____* all over the place, because love.

You can check out some of Shappi's work on YouTube. She is grate.

She had two guest comedians: a woman of Caribbean descent, whose name I CANNOT REMEMBER because I am useless, but I will look it up when the show is broadcast. She was funny and awesome and had some really fascinating (and horrifying) insights into her life in various places in the world.

The other guest was Paul Sinha, this Hindu guy who is not only openly gay but also abanonded a career as a doctor to become a stand-up comedian. His parents love him! Actually they do, and his coming-out story was adorable (his Dad said, "Oh, nobody cares about that any more," and is now trying to arrange him a husband) and he was screamingly funny. Check him out on YouTube if you like funny things..

I am mentioning the ethnicity and faith of these comedians only because the show focused heavily on race, religion, and their impact on growing up in this country. One of the things that was noticeable about the show was that it showcased three groups who are woefully under-represented in the comedy world: women, ethnic minorities, and LGBT. I love QI as much as the next girl, don't get me wrong, but it was awesome to revel in the talents of people who aren't middle-class white men for once, you know?

The other person Shappi had on the show was Hils Barker, who performed four comedy songs! Normally we would only have seen two, but lucky us, they were re-recording the two from last week too. She is brilliant, you can see some of her work here on YouTube :D

In celebration of strobelighted's return to LJ, here is my first ficlet for Kink Bingo! Here's my card - this prompt is pegging/strap-ons.

Title: Size Queen
Notes: Frank and Gerard are girls! They have sex with a strap-on. Nothing else happens. NC-17, 1,950 words. Many thanks to shoemaster ♥

( Size Queen )

From an interview Glambert did with Parade.com:

I've met a lot of people that I look up to, artists that I respect. That's been crazy. Just last night I met Usher, Enrique Iglesias and My Chemical Romance at the studio. I've just been meeting these artists and they know who I am now because of the show and Rolling Stone and all that, so it's weird that they're like 'Hey, Adam!' and I'm like 'What?!' It's just weird to be on the same page as them, so to speak.

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You see, he just wants me to be happy. He wants me to be happy, and he also wants to joss the Proj. Rev. threesome I was writing, but WHATEVER. Real life meetings are better. \o/ \o/ \o/