Standing up is what I do at work. Or what I did. Now I'm that sad sap who's supposed to be doing administrative crap and gmail and buffistas is right there on my desktop. OMG, I read fic, pron, at work. I try to be good and work a little later to make up for lost time.

I don't read fic at work. Well, not on the work computer. I may have snuck a look at stuff on my phone, but not at my desk.

However, evenings, when I could be reading *real* books, I'm usually trawling for more fic. Eh, I'm on the internet anyway, and it's much easier to read on the computer and watch TV than to read a book and do it.

Theoretically.

Not the long stuff, mind you. I'm not that horrible an employee. We aren't sophisticated enough for any monitoring or blocking, and I try to do it on my lunch, or work through lunch if I read earlier. Usually it's a 10-minute speed read, tops. There's a WIP I'm following that posts in ridiculously short chapters, and I'm way too excited about to wait for home. Which is stupid because then I still have to wait two, three, four weeks for the next chapter.

When I started here, LJ wasn't blocked, and I clicked on a couple fic links by mistake, and of course they were porny and scandalous, and all I could think was "I'm going to be that person!"

But apparently not.

Technically I could still go to dreamwidth or AO3 and read to my heart's desire, but I think talking about it will do just fine. I check for stuff before I leave home, and then just pine for it all day.

Theoretically. BB's been a wasteland for me recently.

Back to the "choosing between peace and freedom" bit and how Dean got exactly what he wanted. My initial hazy impression is about how "peace" is Heaven on Earth, half the population wiped out and/or Heaven being a place of zombie, stepford happiness. And freedom is the "more of the same, nothing different" part that has actually been achieved - hell is in hell, and heaven is in heaven, leaving Earth and humanity well the fuck alone. And that freedom is filled with anger and pain, so, would Dean prefer for the battle between heaven and hell to have been waged rather than what he has now: life without Sam. Would he prefer to be dead, in heaven, Sam dead, in heaven, in peace like Pam's at peace?

So, "peace or freedom" means "heavenly peace, post-apocalypse, or the misery you have now?"

Yeah, I'm so that person. And the one time I got caught goofing, it was actually my lunch break, watching the gag reel. I felt guilty but know that even my ED takes time to get everyone together to watch stupid videos on YT.

I hunger for the long stuff. But I also have no life and try to avoid standing up whenever possible.

See if you read bandom, I have found a fun zombiepocalypse AU I could rec to you.

Faintly of relevance, SPN has made me unable to turn off my local classic rock station. I have forsaken my iPod. And due to various fics alluding to Led Zeppelin's "When the Levee Breaks" I finally decided to check it out.

I want to have sex with this song.

I thought this would qualify for the bowlegged category, Y/N?

Honestly, I think they both hit the epitome of gorgeous and hot on this exact day. Every photo taken that day was just stunning.

Well, the subjects of the photos are certainly excellent material!

I love seeing them laughing and relaxing and out of character. Two more beautiful, all-American, healthy boys I've never seen.

(I like Dean and Lisa better than Sam and Sarah.)