So, I'm done with my fest fic (YAY!) and we've got football on the tube while I scribble other stuff, and I just had the most cracktastic idea because of the game - Dallas Cowboys vs. Carolina Panthers.

The commentators are going on and on about Romo and TO and the Jessica Simpson thing, and I had to wonder. What is Christmas dinner like in the Simpson household? I mean, really.

Jessica and Ashlee and their boyfriends, the super-masculine man's man, Tony Romo (who, btw, spends half his professional life with his hands on another guy's ass), and guyliner-applying, Patrick Stump-kissing Pete Wentz, who will make out with anybody but is scared of other guys' penises (penii?).

*boggles at the idea of dinner table or gift-opening convo*

That so needs to be written.

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Also. I am not allowed to buy any more concert tickets. As it is, I'll be eating PB&J for lunch for a month to balance my budget.

Gallows
The Bravery
Angels and Airwaves
The Cab/Metro Station/We The Kings/Cobra Starship
Ministry

I'm pining for tickets to see the Boss because I thought they'd be my xmas gift. Turns out I'm getting a set of tickets to Aeros games instead. Which, good, yay, but not what I thought I was getting. Foo Fighters - only shitty seats left. And I'd like to see Alanis Morissette, but not so much Matchbox 20.


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We head to IA tomorrow for a week, so just in case I don't have time to post again,

Happy Holidays, y'all!