I live in Vancouver, the land of craft beer.

Hawkeye/Mockingbird and I only have one post story on AO3. Just posted a new chapter yesterday.

I <i>write</i> Avengers fan fic (when I'm not making my own stuff work) so I refuse to judge you.

It's less ping pong and more very small tetherball, isn't it?

She better not take his kid away. Have you heard him talk about the kid? If I had a partner who loved me 1/4 as much as he adores his daughter I'd be in a joyful delirium 24/7.

TRYING

These might get me reading Romance again.

It can be two things

"The spice must flow" nearly killed me, well done.

And I also heart your writer choices.

ODIN IN A FUCKING CROCKPOT WAS ONE OF THOSE PICTURES ON THE FIRST PAGE OF THAT SITE A CORN-DOG PIZZA?

I prefer to think of my nurturing of my dogs as preparing the first recruits in my unholy canine army. Faster Puppydog! Kill! Kill!

I love that one lion's "what the fuck is that?" reaction when the croc comes out of the water the first time.

I was the only woman at the first Magic convention in Vancouver the year it came out and I destroyed everyone. I wonder if it's like riding a bike...

Best website to learn about competitions? I wouldn't mind getting back in on Limited (I don't have the income to spend on cards and mine are all 15+ years old now).

Pumpkin is good. Repulsive over-cooked pulp laced with enough nutmeg and cinnamon and all spice to kill undiscovered species of beetles is the physical manifestation of angels weeping.

Oddly, I've MADE pumpkin tarts (with sugar pumpkin and maple) that are orgasms in a bite but ... yeah... anything less than hand made without the crop dusting of nutmeg most pies get makes me gag and run.

Jalapeno and beer actually works, the most successful chili beers I've had (and I've had a few) have been that combo. But then I like super sour Flanders Red and once described a farmhand saison as "tasting like buttermilk...you know, in a good way!"

I watched a guy do the wasabi thing to impress a chick at a science fiction convention (note: he did not get laid). He went through the five stages of grief as we watched:

Thank you for speaking out against Pumpkin Pie, which is worse than Hitler.