This journal is now friends only, just for my own ease. Sometimes there be slash in these entries, and I don't want to offend anyone who doesn't want to read them. And language, thanks to Irsish and Scottish ancestors. Aside from that, I'm a pretty sweet person (don't listen to my co-workers), and if we got common interest I'll probably friend you. ♥

I was just thinking about which is my favourite Alice Cooper album on my walk home, which is convenient, as they would definitely rank up in the top ten. However it's so hard to choose a top ten, as I always hate leaving artists out.

In no particular order!

1. Killer by Alice Cooper
2. Sell Out by The Who
3. III by Led Zeppelin
4. Creature by Moist
5. Jefferson Airplane Takes Off by Jefferson Airplane
6. Yourself Or Someone Like You by Matchbox Twenty
7. Meddle by Pink Floyd
8. Feedback by Rush
9. Queen (I) by Queen
10. High 'N' Dry by Def Leppard (after being reminded by Ria that I missed a number 10 XD )

If anyone has seen the user pages, you may know what I'm talking about.

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Title On Through the Night
Bandom Alice Cooper
Pairing Michael Bruce/Dennis Dunaway - I'm so boring, aren't I? XD
Rating R
Word Count 2716
Disclaimer The only real elements of this story are the members of Alice Cooper, as in the original band. Alice Cooper, Michael Bruce, Glen Buxton, Dennis Dunaway and Neal Smith - all very much real people - but the story is just that, a story, fictional, not real.

This is a continuation of the Writer's Block I did up Friday night, technically early Saturday morning. I think it's mostly cleaned up, at least as far as editing goes - my mind is never all that clean after all.

( More pirates! )

Sneaking on yet again, with a question that is relevant to something I am writing, just not at this time. Still have a few other priorities before I get to writing. But still, I ask now.

I was just looking up on Google travelling distances and times between Los Angeles, and a couple of places in Arizona. It says it takes 7h12m to travel to Tucson, and 5h31m to travel to Phoenix. However, what I want to know is how much that time might differ if those distances were travelled back in 1969/1970. I'm thinking lower speed limits on the roads, and cars certainly not going as fast as they do now, would add some extra time. Who would think tacking on an extra hour or two would be more realistic?

Please and thank you in advance. ^_^

Title: Drinkers Don't Need Names
Fandom: The Who with a mystery guest
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: While loosely based around actual events of 1966, this is not real. The people are real, but I seriously doubt this ever happened. And thank you very much to luisadeza for her assistance.

( Three men enter a bar... )

		I will marry John E.
		After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in Britain in our fabulous Apartment.
		We will have 7 kid(s) together.
		Our family will zoom around in a Red Cadillac.
		I will spend my days as a Singer, and live happily ever after.

This is a bit of a random question but I'm hoping someone about on my list might be able to help.

I have never had gin straight-up before, and so I'm not familiar with what its flavour would be like. How would one describe it? If the specifics matter at all, it would be without ice, the cap missing to said gin having been missing for roughly twenty-four hours.

Please and thanks!

Found this in my email:

Hippiefest Tickets
Line up (subject to change without notice): headliner: Eric Burdon and the Animals. Support: Jack Bruce (of Cream), The Turtles feat. Flo & Eddie, Badfinger feat. Joey Molland, Terry Sylvester of the Hollies. For more information visit Live Nation.

Some of the tickets are very affordable, so I can't help but be a little curious.

I have no idea why I'm feeling so exhausted. Ever since five o'clock I've wanted to crawl into bed. Of course, that wasn't doable; I came downstairs of my own doing to feed the pets, only to be told that I was making dinner as well. A little put out I nevertheless do as told. By six o'clock, dinner about ten minutes from being ready, my dad strolls into the kitchen, approaches the oven to stir the pot, seconds after he saw me stir the pot. He then announces dinner is ready. I was ready to throw the soup at him. I'm blaming it on the exhaustion and pms.

( Meme I found yesterday but doing now )

( Some downloads of mine )

Oh, and adorable moment of the day: almost ready to leave the house for work, I realise I hadn't put my duvet pillow on my bed. I'm about to pick it up when I realised Tika was sleeping soundly on it. ♥