When Jules called him immature, Shawn had to wonder if she was pointing out that he's too old to make farting jokes using the police radio or if she thought he was looking a bit green.

In less than a week at Sterling Cooper, Shawn had practically turned into the unofficial new partner of the firm. In fact, he had even rented a little sign with his surname to add under the agency's name at the lobby. Sterling Copper Spencer. That was what Shawn called symmetric class.

Wearing a kimono bath robe, he wandered down the halls of the advertising agency at free will and giving free readings. Not only he was providing his usual psychic services, he was proving that he was in fact very good at prophetic advertising. He knew what the future wanted and he was obviously very good at wording it.

The bosses loved him, the secretaries oggled him and the guys envied him.

It was almost like being at home.

He had found an office he was working on turning onto his own. This Donald Draper dude, the guy who's name was still on the door and who's secretary insisted Shawn and Gus shouldn't be spending their afternoons playing indoors mini golf in the office, was nowhere to be seen. Not since they had arrived a week ago. He'd be surely fired by the time he decided to turn up.

Shawn prompted his bare feet onto his brand new expensive desk. There was no rush to go back home. Sure, the Russians were dropping bombs and stuff, but dude, he had an awesome new office with a great view in Manhattan!

The was no rush to find a way to go back home yet.

Uganda. Lamest country of them all.

(SWS)

(ooc: Shameless Psych/Mad Men crossover. Thanks lipstickcat for the beta. And guys, don't forget to watch the premiere of the second half of Psych's fourth season tonight on USA! :D)


"Mental Note to Self, Gus." Shawn told his best friend after the smoke curtain had abandoned the car. "The next time you make me to go to a Con, please also force me to listen to you when you tell me a)not to hop in, b)not drag you in and c) never turn on an expensive replica of the Delorean."


( The first thing Shawn noticed were.... )

Guys, 2010 has barely started and I've already been chased by six women (four of them widows), a bull, an electrician, the Three Wise Men (one of them looked suspiciously like the artist formerly known as Puff Daddy), a bunch of vegans dressed as celery, the Easter Bunny riding Frank The Goat and a psychologist.

I'm tired of running. Word.

So I'm taking this day to beat every addictive internet game known by net-manity! Show me your links, dudes and dudettes! If you wanna join me in my butt-on-seat crusade, I recommend you the Shawn Spencer's Top Three Arthritis Inducers:

Three: These little guys. There's no many levels, the game's not really complicated. But who can deny there's something wonderful about playing with these adorable one eyed mini Spartans? TONIGHT WE DINE IN HELL, WITH A BONGO DRUMS SHOW!

Two: Explosions,Bill Gates, little cowboys and pineapple juice boxes? Don't miss it. The song at the end is worth it, I promise.

ONE: A classic. The Impossible Quiz guarantees weeks of fun, frustration, hair yanking and an induced hate for the Rocky theme song. A little help? Number 17 is 17.

The situation had been dubbed DD for Double Drama after our suspect, Jessica Rabbit's evil twin, slapped her date (my Dad) and tried to sue me and Gus for breaking in her place.

Since most of us never stick to the New Years resolutions we set for ourselves, this year why not have friends and family recommend some for you. Comment here with suggestions, serious and silly, and then wait and see exactly which ones I decide to (try and) stick to!

I was going to go for "come up with at least 5 new nicknames for Gus per week", but then my dear buddy gave me one hell of a indian burn and let me tell you guys, they're not fashionable. Not here, not in Milan.

Not in a box or with a fox.

Not wearing socks, not sucking...

You get the idea.

HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYBODY!! :D

1) Like most nine year olds, for Shawn it was a tradition to search every corner of the house, to look for any clue that might lead him to take a peak at his Christmas presents. Unfortunately, the man that had taught him everything he knew was very aware of that. Not just because he was a detective, simply because he was his father.

He was caught red handed. Surprisingly, his Dad didn't ground him, instead, they played a little game. Shawn had to guess what was hidden under the festive electric blue wrapping. Judging the weight and the noise, it was obviously a toy. An action figure?

"Better luck next year, kid." His Dad said patting his shoulder with his big hand.


( 4 more traditions and one to start... )

...And I cry if I want to. But I don't.  Why not? Well, why would I cry?? Today I've felt the love, the true love biting, scratching and nipping deep into my psychic loins, from all of you guys. Gus, Abigail, Jules, Roguey, Laurie... Even you, Captain Lassoctupus Jellybottom! I'm touched. Touched and amazed and excited.

BEST 31th GANGSTA B-DAY, YO!  \o/

Now, if someone could help me out, I've been hoping to get a birthday striptease from Angelina Jolie as my personal own birthday present, but she's not really returning my calls. I'm not even sure that's her real mail voice either.

And in order to put her face on that JibJab striptease video turns out I've got to be a paid member. Anyone up to give me a birthday show? Angelina? Lieutenant Murphy? Lassie?

C'mon, dude. I'm sure you'd look scorching in a furry thong to match your chest.

Ten things you need to do this week (and DAZZLE while doing so):


* Win $500 with my Rock Band band, "Angela Lansbury and the Rabid Vipers".

* Solve the mystery of who's eating Gus' special grilled cheese sandwiches. Done. That would be me.

* Turn 31. Don't if you can help it.

* Get a new sticker for my bike. Once she gets out of rehab, she'll appreciate the gift.

* Find out how much narwhals cost or if they're rentable.

* Send Jules a link to that probably illegal adorable kitty video I still can't believe she hasn't seen yet.

* Get a new 7 key for Lassie's cell phone this Christmas. At least leave him a note about that.

* Call back the guys from the Group Groupies orGanization and arrange their meeting for the next Patti Labelle concert. DO IT BEFORE TUESDAY FRIDAY.

* Prove Dad that I can solve the mystery of Kennedy's assassination. Watch JFK. Ask Gus to review it for me.

* Go to the bank and get that loan to finance that adult jungle gym I've been thinking about.

Truefax: Belgians can't cross their eyes.

(SWS)

I'm going to describe myself in six words. Please respond to this post with your own six word description of me. Then post this in your own LJ and see if people can cram the awesome that is you into ONLY six words.

EDIT (Because Claire-Bear won't let me cheat on the meme): I'd say I'm a Handsome Knower of the Kinda Unknown.


In other news, thanks to skids_sally and nonlinear_lover for the virtual sugar highness. I'm late to send you virtual cookies, but a video with the muppets is almost the same, right?

Dear show:

You own my soul. Like forever. Please take good care of it.

KTNXBYE <3<3<3

Okay, so, I've said it before, being nominated for Choice Comedy Writer at the arpea_awards had already been totally unexpected and it felt like I had been injected with sugar and a nice bunch of plain good ol' joy, but WINNING for Choice Comedy Writer feels like you either haven't realized I'm a fake writer writing for a fake psychic or that I'm just plain lucky and some people enjoy reading whatever my crazy muse feels like sharing.

To all of you who voted: thank you very, very, very much! This is totally HARDCORE, it really means a lot to me. <3<3<3

And to det_lassiter 's mun: ROCK ON, BABY! Like I said, you totally deserve the recognition and me and Shawn foresee there's more awards to come in your future!

Congratulations to the winners and everyone who got nominated too! And here! See me pimping my pretty new banner! :D




Just one more thing...

LIVE FROM NEW YORK, IT'S SATURDAY NIGHT!!! ...Because I've always wanted to do that.