destina gets my entire raison d'rpf right here. (Talking about J2, but it totally works for me more broadly.)

In other news, so I ended up writing an alternate ending for In Writing, haha -- it splits off where Adam comes home and is 100000% more cracktastic:

( In Writing alternate ending, adult, explicit )

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JESUS I FORGOT.

amand_r has assembled an awesome multimedia fanfiction project (and I helped! /fiveyearold). Check it out here. Sad (and possibly triggery; she gives appropriate warnings in the header) and lovely.

A taste:

Item: Metal fire-proof box and contents. Catalogue #: 011J36FK-YRT-00l3. Location of retrieval: Roald Dahl Plass, Cardiff (Torchwood Three headquarters). Object was found in debris following explosion at the Torchwood Three Hub; outside of the box is scarred, dented' one box corner depressed; burn marking evident; contents unharmed. Priority: low.

I HAVE CONQUERED MICROSOFT WORD'S TABLE OF CONTENTS FUNCTION.

I deserve a cookie.

Good Afternoon, everyone, and a good Veteran's Day to you! I hope the veterans in your life are being properly honoured today. I don't have poppies for you but I do have many irrelevant links.

To start with: Valet of Anize has finally been updated! You can find Chapter Six here. Action! Adventure! Conspiracy! Murder! Anarchy! Tea!

Also, it became apparent that many of the newcomers to this journal are not familiar with my Serial Killer Theory Of Tony DiNozzo. Essentially, after the last time (of many) that he was framed for murder, I started thinking it would be really funny if he actually was a serial killer but he's never been framed for a murder he committed. You can find my fictional executions of that theory under Style and Good Boy on my fanfic journal.

Third, Guy (do you have an LJ username, Guy?) linked me a few days ago to The Homo Sapien Tool, which probably wouldn't pass the Alton Brown Multitool Test but is superfunny nonetheless.

And finally, three a: I MADE NANAIMO BARS. And they did not taste like frosted sand! I tweaked the recipe quite a bit and they came out perfectly, but really I blame their perfection on using a square pan this time. Apparently the square pan is magic.

WITNESS:


( Nanaimo Bars: Redux )

Breaking my second internet silence (SO MUCH TO READ, OMFG) to post a poem for Veterans Day. I posted this last year on my other journal and I find I still love it, it's still applicable, still makes me think of how utterly absurd and unnatural war is.


Break of Day in the Trenches (1916)

The darkness crumbles away.
It is the same old druid Time as ever,
Only a live thing leaps my hand,
A queer sardonic rat,
As I pull the parapet's poppy
To stick behind my ear.
Droll rat, they would shoot you if they knew
Your cosmopolitan sympathies.
Now you have touched this English hand
You will do the same to a German
Soon, no doubt, if it be your pleasure
To cross the sleeping green between.
It seems you inwardly grin as you pass
Strong eyes, fine limbs, haughty athletes,
Less chanced than you for life,
Bonds to the whims of murder,
Sprawled in the bowels of the earth,
The torn fields of France.
What do you see in our eyes
At the shrieking iron and flame
Hurled through still heavens?
What quaver - what heart aghast?
Poppies whose roots are in man's veins
Drop, and are ever dropping;
But mine in my ear is safe -
Just a little white with the dust

-Isaac Rosenberg, killed at dawn while on sentry duty in Fampoux, France, April 1, 1918
I woke up to a charley-horse today for the first time since boot camp, which I thought was quite fitting. Fist-bump to my fellow veterans, and YAY because my brother posted on Facebook that he only has 11 days of missions left before he comes home.

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In sort of related news, I'm busily working on my NaNoWriMo. I'm a bit behind for the moment, but only because I'm not counting the words I haven't entirely converted from Be Resigned into the novel. If I do that I'm well ahead. Today I'm supposed to be at 18,333 words and I'm only at 11,195, but with the unconverted bits I'm at 19.404. To make myself feel a little better I'm going to post the latter count.

 

19404 / 50000 words. 39% done!


Also, apparently when Z and James Do It, they do it to "Here in My Room" by Incubus.  WTFF, self?

It's Tuesday! You know what that means.

Sam's Three Things About NCIS 7.07: ( Endgame )

3a. What's up with the sudden McVoiceover? We've never had a voiceover on this show. I hate voiceovers. This one was better than the Mohinderlogues from Heroes, but still. Voiceovers are a slippery fucking slope.

Every day is one more day until there is a tiny person in my house for whom Husband and I are completely, 100% responsible, for at least the next eighteen years, and I can't even get it together to clean out the closet in his future room. I am kind of freaking out a little.

( Jelly Bean update! )

In all seriousness, I've been so lucky so far. JB seems to be clickin' (and kickin') along just fine in there, thank God, which is what matters.

(PS - is Ree Drummond the cutest thing who ever was cute or what?)

So, in my spare time, I've been mainlining a new TV show: Bones.

I've found that I tend to function best this way -- let the show build up a few seasons' worth of steam and then have at it all at once. I watched the entire first season of Heroes up-to-the-hiatus in one fell swoop, and I would never have survived SGA if I'd tried to watch it as it aired (should be noted: did not survive season five).

I'm about 2/3 of the way through season two. While I enjoy the show, I have some issues with the inconsistency with which Brennan is characterised and written. Don't get me wrong, I like her, but I can sense that they really wanted to go Pretender on her and just didn't have the balls.

When I started watching I knew a little bit about her character and assumed that she wasn't current on pop culture because she'd been raised in some kind of Amish commune. This would have made more sense, given how she's written, because I don't care how much of a geek you are, if you grew up in America in the eighties, by the time you're fifteen YOU KNOW WHAT CLUE IS. Also, she remarks that "I don't have many clear memories of my mother" which is bullshit, her mother disappeared when she was fifteen. So I suspect they intended to have her parents vanish when she was, say, four, and just messed it up.

ANYWAY. I'm not one to nitpick, but this is pretty bizarre for a major character. The only way I can reconcile my sensible view of reality with the writing of Temperance Brennan is to form something similar to my Tony DiNozzo Is A Serial Killer theory.

( The Grand Unified Theory Of Bones )

IT ALL MAKES SENSE.

Incidentally, ( regarding Zach... )

For ihlanya:

A member of your super top-seekrit Ninja squizzle squad was spotted today on Special Ops just outside Cambridge:





Rumour has it that they're taking over...

Oh my god you guys, I finally got my new desk at work (the desk that's been promised for about nine months now). I was using this ridiculous oversized table-desk; it was basically good for absolutely nothing. It had no drawers, just a dumb shelf that I was always barking my shins on because I couldn't stretch my legs out, plus the keyboard had its own low shelf that was NOT ATTACHED TO THE DESK so I was always knocking it onto the shelf below, which is metal, so it clanged real loud. Now I have actual leg space and drawers that lock!

But the most important thing?

My chair's back in the corner instead of facing the wall adjacent to the door, with the other two people in the room sitting behind me. Now there is nothing behind me but wall. Which means no one can see my monitor unless they squeeze between the filing cabinets and my desk. Which means no one can catch me reading porn at work anymore.

I'll give that a second to sink in, because I know out of all the people in my life, you guys will appreciate it the most.

And now I am going back to writing fic, because it's very slow now that the moving excitement has settled down. Remember how I said 'drabble or ficlet'? Yeah, the whole drabble thing was a false promise. Ficlet's even stretching it, at least for this one.

Oh, did I mention we're finally getting Internet and cable hooked up tomorrow? I CAN HAS INTERNETS ONCE MORE! (Which actually cuts down on my tendency to read porn at work, so it's really beneficial all around.)

I have done something utterly wretched to my shoulder. I don't know what precisely I've done, but I was drying myself off this morning and pulled the towel the wrong way and had sudden sharp pains in my trapezius. I can't actually hold my arm in any way that doesn't cause pain. I'm torn between seeing if my massage therapist has an emergency opening today, or sucking it up and lying down on a heating pad for a while when I get home. The latter is much more appealing, mainly because it means less walking and that I get to lie down a whole lot.

Downside: I can't fall asleep because I might set myself on fire.

The Cafe Job Fair is still getting nibbles occasionally, which is fun to see. Lots of good resources in the comments; if I were a better person with less on my plate I would totally be compiling a resource list. But frankly considering I'm having trouble making my muscles function properly, I think it's commendable I'm at work at all.

I did have a good time with R last night, playing Wheel and catching up on news. He's invited me to drive down to Indiana with him and stay at his parents' place for Thanksgiving, which on the one hand could be LOLARIOUS TIMES but on the other -- well, I have a five day weekend, and I'm an introvert of the classic kind, who actually draws energy and joy from being alone. I really was looking forward to five days of solitude, I was excited about that in the way some people get excited about going to a really good party.

So, I don't know. I'm trying to figure out how to explain to him that I love him like a brother but I VANT TO BE ALOHNE.

Southland's first season will be released on DVD, uncensored, on January 26th!

http://www.tvshowsondvd.com/news/Southland-Season-1/12939

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R picked me up from work today, which was cool, and over burgers and fries for dinner we watched the news, because nothing compliments a fresh hamburger like low-level rage. :D

At one point I was talking about something, I don't recall what, and I said, "...a group of fundies."

"Fundies?" he asked.

"Yeah, you know, fundies."

"Are those the people who dress up like animals?"

AND THEN I LOLED.

"No," I said. "Those are furries. You, uh, shouldn't mix those two up."

Joiner has given me a quote. A fairly rough quote, to be sure, but a quote nonetheless.

• six new'n'lovely, glass-panelled interior doors (just waiting to find something decent for back door/storage room), including altering the frames to fit (apparently my doors are mahoosively wide)


• new architraves as necessary


• making good the skirting boards as necessary


• new, solid beech kitchen worktops


• fitting solid backing for the new shower

Top estimate £2400
Doors delivered Thursday this week
Work starts Wed/Thu

This means that everything except the right-hand worktop could be finished by the time I get back from London!

Then my plumber will be stripping down the radiators and doing the first bit of the shower installation on Monday and Tuesday.

Holy crap!

To top it all, Muse have just sound-checked MK-Ultra in Glasgow ♥