Original: Year of Ghosts and Shadows

*sniff* Oh, Flack, I'm so sorry. No, really, I am. If I ever write this, you are going to go through the purest form of hell. And you didn't even DO anything.

Oh, in other words, I'm back from Bioengineering Camp. I can sleep! ...and try to catch up on fandom news.

Also, I now have new books:

Underboss, by Peter Maas, about Sammy the Bull Gravano
The Last Gangster, by George Anastasia, about Ron Previte and the Philly Mob.
A Drink Before the War, by Dennis Lehane
Gone, Baby, Gone, by Dennis Lehane
Wild Cards: Down and Dirty, edited by George R.R. Martin
Wild Cards: Black Trump, edited by George R.R. Martin

More original band fic. I love Miranda McClanahan, really, I do (bassoon, but a former flute, and a freshman). Except that she has her occasional blond moments, and really bad taste in guys.

( She's not obsessed or anything. Just observant. Very observant. )

The "gay band boys" line comes from a real conversation my roommates and I had our first night in Disneyland. As does the hall-chair-sitting on top of each other event, only I didn't see it, only heard about it second hand.

Dude. I payed attention at BioE, I did, I swear. Mostly. Er, in other words, guess when this got written.

( This has to happen to *us*? )

Hmm. I need a band icon.