Ginger, I have friends whose dog was seriously afraid of wooden floors. Lino was ok, but crossing the living room to get to the bedroom where the dog bed was was like watching a hydrophobe approach the sea.

Oh, no name smushing! It took me forever, after lurking on Fandom Wank, to realize Zutara wasn't a character on Avatar:The Last Airbender.

HA!

Fine, fine. Tomica and Brangelina are out. Individual names are in.

Welcome, Monica!

I've never actually had sex (like, official, PIV sex) in a car.

Me neither, and I hope I never will. I'm a damn adult with my own queen-sized bed. The whole point of adulthood is NOT having to have the sexxing in a car.

Unless you want to, of course. In which case, get it on, because you are a damn adult and can do what you want.

Just not with me. I will be in my queen-sized bed. Probably with comic books.

Welcome, cliomusing! Now we just need to find out if, more than just reading AoS slash fanfic, you happen to write it, too. We gobble that shit up.

Oh god, I'm the catlady. Fuuuck.

Snerk.

Someone tell cliomusing that we have a fanfic thread.

I think you just did!

I lost mine outside in the grass, in an apartment complex.

I lost mine in the top bunk of a two-person room in ship's company barracks. The student rooms were four-person rooms, so I was grateful that potential embarrassment of being walked in on was reduced by halvsies.

SO RANDOM AND COOL.

That is wild!

Oh, no name smushing!

I skimmed past that in all the excitement. Dana just pumped her fist in the air, and she has no idea why. [Unless she read it, in which case, she totally knows why. Or, unless my fragile brain remembered wrong, and it's not Dana who hatesses portmanteaux with ferocity. But I'm pretty sure I'm right.]

I have yet to be sexed up in a car, but as I'm rather on the shortish side, well, I wouldn't have the logistical problems others do. Yay for being petite?

Bah, this review is breaking my brain, so I may have to switch the internets off and concentrate on it before I give up and vow to wake up early to finish it, but if the Mad Men/Caprica fusion ever goes from fun braintoy to actual story, it will certainly go up in the fanfic thread....

A college roommate of mine set her bed on fire doing in in her loft bed. Romantic candles not romantic -- "This sex is SO HOT I smell...SMOKE! FUCK, the bed's on fire!!!"

Her swain burned his hands batting out the polyster filling on the pillow. I slept through it all and when I went into her bedroom the next morning, not knowing she had a guy over (coffee time routine), she wasn't in the house, there was burnt bedding everywhere and I seriously thought she'd spontaneously combusted.

she wasn't in the house, there was burnt bedding everywhere and I seriously thought she'd spontaneously combusted.

Hah! O mystery...

I have my own queen sized bed, but would be willing to have sex in a car for the sake of being able to say I have...