Think it's because we're so awesome?

JuC swap! Barack Obama! Whee!

Wed, 04 Jun 2008 01:06:28 GMT

Swap assignments went out yesterday, and I am quite pleased with mine.

In other news, Obama only needs four delegates to put a lock on the nomination. Yayness! I turned to CNN hoping to see Obama, but instead they're showing John McCain addressing supporters in Louisiana. Sorry if he's your guy, but McClain seriously creeps me out. ::eeeeeeeeeeee!::

I missed JC on the red carpet! I missed Christian Siriano gushing over how gorgeous the Chasez is! Dammit.

Yay, they're leaving McCain...to announce that Obama now has enough delegates to clinch the nomination. Wow, history in the making, and I'm watching it. I HELPED MAKE HISTORY! I wish Mom and Dad had lived to see this. :-)

Laptop operational again! I feel smrt. :-D

Sun, 01 Jun 2008 17:28:12 GMT

Ahhh, cruising along on my laptop again, for the first time in a little over year (!). I downloaded a nice little bit of spyware (SpyVampire, the BASTARD), that hosed my machine up *big* time. The thing wiped out all of my system restore points and resisted my efforts to repair the operating system. I'd meant to take it to professional fix-it guys, but never did; I finally bit the bullet yesterday and decided to try a complete system reinstall. I figured that I could always take it to professionals if I bungled things, but...YAY! IT WORKED! I'm inordinately pleased with myself.

ANYWAY. I'm currently watching cheesy movies courtesy of the SciFi Channel. I'm trying to decide what I want to do of a fannish nature today. Get my writing journal up to date? Cruise my friends page and see what's going on? Try to find the disks for the desk computer and get that squared away as well? HAHAHAHA, that sounds like too much work. I think I'll just veg here on the bed with my laptop and the cats and watch awful movies...

Whee! Dodgy computer can bite my butt.

Sat, 24 May 2008 15:23:33 GMT

OY! Yes, still alive (again). Wonky computer issues have kept me away; I'm currently hooked up to the computer my husband bought the new computer to replace. Fun times! Somehow or other one of the drivers in the newer computer stopped functioning and then I may have deleted the program and now I have to find the CDs so that I can repair that mistake. ::headdesk:: I'm a doof. ANYWAY!

YAY! Supernatural season finale rocked like a rockin' thing. The writers are so on point with this show that it isn't funny. I think the only thing I would love to have seen that we didn't, was a hug or some small form of touch between the brothers before going they're VERY separate ways. Still, the emotion! Nothing I've ever seen tops this show for manly emotion.

YAY! Friggin' braying ass Russell T. Davies has left Doctor Who! Oddly enough, one of my favorite Martha communities doesn't have a reaction post about this. Is that verboten now??? Color me confused. :-( Still, YAY!

YAY! I signed up for the JuC Swap. I shall now wander away to gather more information about...stuff.

Ghostfacers! Jazz hands, people, jazz hands!

Sat, 26 Apr 2008 00:44:27 GMT

Supernatural is clearly the best show on television -- and this may just go down as one of my favorite episodes of the best show on television. (I've already watched it twice!) My thoughts after the cut, but first: it's ridiculous how much squee I get out of the Impala sporting Ohio license plates. ::rocker face and devil horns hands::

I was a-feared at first that the episode was going to be very, very Dean-and-Sam lite. I was wrong! Yay! Working from memory...

1) Loved, loved, loved that the Ghostfacers were whispering into their cameras and being all covert and stuff while breaking in, and Dean-n-Sam came tooling onto the scene with "American Band" blasting from the speakers. BWAHAHAHA! The Winchesters are the baddest, baby. Also, Grand Funk Railroad! Coolness points, not that the Winchesters need them. ;-)

2) CURSING! Totally and completely loved the bleeped-out swearing because I am a 12 year old boy at heart.

3) Dean has two more months. :-(

4) Dean is beautiful. Dean is also belligerent and cantankerous, and at 28, he's already the cranky 80 year old guy who complains about kids losing their balls in his yard. I friggin' love Dean. And since you can't have one without the other, I must say again that Jensen Ackles is an absolute joy to watch.

5) Sam! I will never, ever get tired of the boys bellowing out each others' names.

6) When Dean moves the cabinet from in front of the hidden door... "You're strong." "Shut up." Bwahahaha! Oh, Dean.

7) Poor Corbett! I was sad when Corbett died, but thought it was sweet that the bearded Ghostfacer dude gave his death echo a little gay lovin' in order to cross over.

8) Yay! Corbett's ghost saves the day!

a. Loved the shot from Corbett's camera of Corbett launching himself across the floor toward the other ghost. Dead Corbett in the foreground (beautifully creepy) and Dead!Corbett in the background. Verra nice.

b. How much did I love it when the two Winchester brothers moved in for a manly hug and Dean held his hand up in front of the camera? Ahahahaha! Man, I *love* this show.

9) Absolute genius, having the opening credits come up at the end -- which of course, is when Supernatural started. Admittedly, I'm probably the biggest nerd/geek on the planet to have gotten so much enjoyment out of that, but truly, you've got to love the attention to detail. Perfection!

This is the one episode that was almost a bit too dark for me, lighting-wise, though my current vision woes may have something to do with it. Other than that, I loved it! I'm at two viewings and counting...

Yay! No eyeball cancer! No glaucoma!

Mon, 21 Apr 2008 20:03:57 GMT

Whee! feenie you were right; my fluttery eyeballs are probably the result of stress and/or too little sleep. YAY!!! My eyes look fine. :-) Other than a stronger prescription (HAHAHAHA, aging, not funny), everything's great. :-D Surfing the internet with dilated pupils is completely NOT recommended, so I shall wrap this up and go watch TV. Or something.

LJ as message board: DONNA! SUPERNATURAL DVDS HAVE BEEN ACHIEVED! YAY! [insert "Wind Beneath My Wings" here] Hmmm, watching Jensen Ackles do his thing sounds like a mighty fine way to soothe my eyes. ;-)

YAY! NOT BLIND! YAY! SOOPERNATCHUL!!!

I AM ALIVE. FRIGGIN' YAYNESS, DAMMIT.

Fri, 18 Apr 2008 03:11:56 GMT

Haven't posted much lately because my eyes are being really weird. I'm WAY overdue for an exam, and I'm definitely feeling the effects of eyestrain. Not so much the grittiness, which is the usual when my eyes are tired, but the flutteriness as is usual when they're *really, really* tired. You know it must have been bad if I finally broke down and scheduled an appointment! Originally scheduled for this past Monday but work hilarity (HAHAHAHA, hear me laughing?) caused me to postpone, so I'll be going this coming Monday instead. YAY, muchly overdue! Hopefully I haven't eyestrained myself into premature blindness or some such.

Newsflash: Favorite boycat is tearing around like a wild thing. What the hell, kid? For half a second there I thought he was chasing a mouse, but he's just being hyper and strange.

For real newsflash...FRIGGIN' YAYNESS, the funds purloined by asshole VISA cardnumber thief were refunded by the SierraTradingPost.com people today! Whee! :-D Had a minor heart attack at first when I saw the statement, thinking it was yet another purchase! Strange though, that they didn't refund the tax (or the shipping, perhaps a combination?). YAY, YAY, YAY!!! I am extremely pleased about this, and feel the need to purchase some small leather goods to celebrate. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

foxmonkey...pimp smacked by life!!!

Fri, 04 Apr 2008 21:57:49 GMT

If today weren't Friday I'd have a freakin' meltdown.

Ugly surprise number one: Logged into my bank account this morning and thought the balance looked waaaaaay low. A quick scan of the recent transactions showed an 816.00 charge to SierraTradingPost.com. WEH!?

I was shaking and livid and wanted to disembowel someone when I saw that charge. EIGHT HUNDRED AND SIXTEEN FRIGGIN' DOLLARS. Absolute sons-o'-bitchin' bastards! Called the bank right away and blocked the card. Went to the branch this afternoon to fill out an affidavit, and the bank will take it from there. I was *so* friggin' pissed off, you wouldn't believe it.

Ugly surprise number two: Probate lawyer called this afternoon (just as I was calming down about Ugly surprise number one) to tell me that Bro!monkey has apparently sold his half of our inheritance (read: the house we grew up in) to one of those lump sum companies.

OH MY GOD, the anger. I was more pissed off about that than the fraudulent charge on my credit card! He never said a word, and he's talked to my lawyer a couple of times and never mentioned it to him, either. Luckily, the deed's still in estate and hasn't been changed to our names yet, so I still have a little control, according to my tax lawyer/probate guy.

I've moved from feelings of deep, profound anger and betrayal to feelings of deep, profound disappointment. I'm pissed that no one knew about this til the lawyer got the papers in the mail today. I'm disappointed that he didn't just man up and tell me about it beforehand. I'm deeply disappointed because this is the latest in a string of incidents that makes me wonder what happened to the little boy who was my best friend when we were growing up. It's like...the portion of what I think of as my brother is just a thin shell surrounding some bizarre core of weirdness that I don't even know anymore. I'm pretty sure I'm done with him.

I friggin' LOVE Google.

Wed, 02 Apr 2008 01:29:35 GMT

Just to restate: I friggin' love Google. I want to marry it and have its babies and...yes. I love Google.

Virgle: The Adventure of Many Lifetimes

I love Google.

Supernatural!

Tue, 01 Apr 2008 00:35:53 GMT

In other news, I'm cycling through Supernatural seasons one and two again. For maybe the third time. ::looks shifty:: I can't believe I have to wait until April 24th to see new episodes, and I *really* can't believe that I have to wait until GOD KNOWS WHEN to get the season three DVDs!!! Why aren't these people showing reruns??? I'd clear out my entire DVR qeue to make room, seriously. Bastards. ;-p Man, I love this show.

Torchwood: Dead Man Walking (Martha's second episode)

Sat, 29 Mar 2008 00:18:18 GMT

As it aired, I did my usual note-taking thing...

1) Owen's corpse! Hmmm, okay, Jack's got an idea. Some kind of device that shouldn't be used? Eeep! It's a hotbed of Weevils!

2) Another Risen Mitten. Bringing Owen back...why? (And wow, Barrowman's really over the top!). That was weird and cruel. Brought him back so they could say their goodbyes? What the bloody hell?

3) Okay...wait. Owen's already dead, but Jack brings him back so he can help him prepare...to be dead? "I want you to be ready." Weh? SHUT THE HELL UP!!!

4) Aw, Tosh loves Owen and always has. Aw, Gwen calls Rhys to hear his voice. That's nice. :-)

5) More Owen/Martha flirting! SO CUTE!

6) Owen up-chucking and farting...hilarious! Jack playing with Owen's hair and then pushing his head, very cute. I like the little/big brother vibe they're building with those two.

7) So, after fumbling the big "What I meant when I said I loved you..." speech with Owen,Tosh watched (and listened) to him on CCTV to see if he spoke to anyone about it. Love Gwen's comment: "That's a bit like stalking, Tosh." YA THINK!? Seriously, Tosh needs to give it up.

8) Owen's the King O' the Weevils!

9) Emo!Gwen getting all emotional over Owen in the meeting room. SHUT UP! He's going out with dignity, dammit. Trying to, anyway.

10) Martha's been old-ened! The bastards!

11) A kiss for Tosh. Now shut up! I gotta agree with what Scotty said about this episode, Tosh doesn't do the tortured heroine very well.

12) Yay! Martha's un-old! Owen and Martha have great chemistry. The bastards. The more I see them together, working and flirting, the more I don't think I'd mind seeing them hook up. Even in Owen's currently dead state. I love Owen!

Overall, Martha's awesomeness was sadly underused. Other than the usual niggles, not a bad episode! I'd definitely watch it again, mostly for Owen and Martha, and the scene in the jail with Jack, which was incredibly sweet.

Torchwood: Adam

Fri, 28 Mar 2008 01:45:00 GMT

I realized the other day that I'd neglected to post my thoughts on the 'Adam' episode of Torchwood. Not that anyone cares or anything, but as a half-assed completist, I felt driven to note my thoughts for posterity. And here's an LJ-cut because, like Dean Winchester and Martha Jones (and *there's* a freakishly gorgeous crossover pairing I'd love to see), I AM MADE OF AWESOME.

1) Bwahaha! The alien's mackin' on Tosh and Owen's all repressed and pathetic. Love is little geek-boy outfit - glasses, white T and skinny grey cardigan. Gawd, they made me love Owen.

2) Jeebus, another one of Rhys' overblown reactions to Jack. Honestly, they need to tone it down, 'cause in real life this guy would be about two rants away from either a heart attack or an aneurysm. Oooh! Maybe that's what'll happen in a future episode? I can only hope. ::crosses fingers for Rhys' inevitable apoplectic demise -- 'cause I'm evil and stuff::

3) Owen's brought sandwiches for Tosh! He's all stiff and repressed and uptight and they made me love him, the bastards!!!

4) Gwen comes in to talk to Rhys and says, "Don't leave me, Jack!" but Jack leaves. Yay! Now Jack's getting glimpses of a little dude who looks like a refugee from either a Pat Benatar video or Mad Max Beyond Thunderdome. Hmmmm.

5) Tosh is being all sexy and stuff. It'd be nice to care about Tosh as a character, but I don't. This makes me sad because...oh, wait. It doesn't.

6) So Gray is Jack's little brother! Okay, a couple of episodes ago didn't Captain Jack Hart (or whatev his name was) say that Gray was/is still alive? Curiouser and curiouser. WAIT...so by this episode Jack knows that Gray is alive (or at least that Hart said he was). Huge continuity error there, yes? Or...more likely, Adam forcing his way into Jack's memories forced that out?

7) It was mean of Adam to tweak Owen into such a love-stricken creature.

8) Ianto knows! Because he's also made of awesome! Poor Ianto, the sweetest, gentlest thing in the Hub, having horrible murderous memories forced into his cranium.

9) Aliens dig Tosh! Wouldn't it be cool if Tosh turned out to be an alien? And that the real reason she's so constantly lovelorn is because she's jonesing for her homeworld and her own kind and just doesn't know it? Russell T. Davies can feel free to use that idea without payment.

10) Tosh is pretty unbalanced, waving a gun around and having a meltdown and threatening people. She'd kill for Adam, yes she would!

11) As always, the big ol' shoehorn is brought out to squeeze in a little bit o' Jack/Gwen 'ship. "I love him, but not in the way I love you." OH MY GOD, SHUT UP.

12) I know it was supposed to be touching, but Jack walking around the table passing out retcon made me laugh.

Owen: "Who'll save me?"
Jack: (complete with deeply soulful shoulder clasping) "I will."

I cackled because it was cheesy -- and I'm evil and stuff. Also, it had a vaguely Last Supper-ish vibe that was just...weird. I liked season one Jack much better. Bring him back, please?

13) As cheesy as the other scenes were, it was completely sweet and adorable when Jack kissed Ianto's forehead. See, for all the show aims/claims to be forward-thinking with the same sex jazz, they fail SPECTACULARLY by undercutting it with all this "Gwen is my one true sekwit lurve" business. Jack as happily bi would be fabulous, but it doesn't scan that way, at least not to me. "Yes, he likes boys, but he clearly likes girls best!" is a cop-out.

14) Oh, how I hate Tosh and her crippling need for love and acceptance. Then again, I may just be evil.

15) One last chat with Adam, which is completely mega-stupid on Jack's part. Also, it's bad writing, to add insult to injury.

All in all, this ep was a pretty big stumbling block in what's been an enjoyable second season overall. Luckily, Martha's episodes followed this one and pretty much redeemed the season. Woohoo! Hopefully, the episodes following Martha's exit (WAAAAAAAAH!) will be as good as the ones she was in...

JC. What the hell?

Wed, 26 Mar 2008 22:12:24 GMT

Okay, I disappear for a few days and stuff happens, Chasez-wise? Weh? So he's...not gay? He was on Tyra yesterday/today? Again, weh?

Chasez, I don't care who the hell you sleep with, just make me some damn music.

Also, how cute was he on America's Best Dance Judge last week? The whole Bye, Bye, Bye thing? So cute! I have no rants about Lil Mama because I've begun muting the sound when her idiot ass appears on my screen.

To recap:

1) Chasez, still adorable.
2) Chasez, straight. I suppose.
3) Lil Mama, still an idiot.

Yep, I think that covers everything.

Supernatural -- Houses of the Holy (season two)

Wed, 12 Mar 2008 00:30:16 GMT

ROFLMAO! This is one of my favorite episodes, hands down.

Dean on the vibrating bed, totally blissed out, bummed when the vibrating ends. Asks Sam if he has any quarters. LOL!

Dean, waiting for Sam, glances rather dolefully at the non-vibrating bed. When Sam comes in, Dean looks at the non-vibrating bed and asks Sam if he got quarters while he was out. *Love* that totally jonesin' look that flickers over his face for a second while he's looking at the bed. ROFLMAO!

This has got to be the funniest thing ever. Please, please tell me the Magic Fingers fetish comes up again, because that's waaaaay too good to be a one-shot deal.

Oh Dean, you beautiful, freaky boy, I love you so.

Torchwood! Martha's first episode! (last week's)

Sun, 09 Mar 2008 00:30:55 GMT

Thoughts on last week's Torchwood (Martha's first guest ep!), nabbed from email I sent scot_ty:

Okay, now why haven't the rest of the episodes been like this? Good team interaction, and DAMMIT, THEY'RE MAKING ME LIKE FORMERLY-CREEPY, NOW-HUMAN OWEN. Bastiges. ;-p The flirting and teasing were waaaay cute, and I think it had just the right touch. Jack was back to himself, YAY!, and the episode was very nicely paced. A couple of things niggled, of course.

Gwen. I'm so tired of this Jack-fascination that I could scream. Martha's been in the Hub for twenty hot seconds before Gwen's asking questions about Jack. Is this woman engaged or not? At this point I wish they'd just cut her ties to Rhys and be done with it; it was annoying before but it's starting to give me a really creepy vibe. I want to make my peace with Gwen. They've given me a Gwen that I like, but this stalkerish obsession with Jack keeps setting her back a couple of paces. Why do they do this?

Tosh. Wide-eyed Tosh practically begging Owen for a date. It was sad before, now it's just creepy. Well, creepy and sad. And really, really creepy.

Waaaaay off the cuteness scale: Eve Myles in the actor interviews saying that it was lovely having Freema there, that it was nice having another girlie on set. OH MY GOD I NEARLY EXPLODED WITH THE CUTE. The look on her face was just adorable. :-)

/email

Martha was completely awesome and I love her like mad. Your mileage may vary. ;-)
And now my as-it-aired notes...

1) Hahahahahaha...Martha flashes her UNIT card and Ianto steps it up. Martha! My gorgeous TV girlfriend! Big Jack hug! She's a VIP visitor!

2) Martha pwns everyone. Aw, Owen's feeling inadequate. Yay! Cute Jack/Martha interaction.

3) They're cute togther. She still misses the Doctor (he was an ass at times, but I'd probably miss the doofus too). He recommended her for UNIT. Yes, he owed her a *big* one, the ninny.

4) Okay, Martha's been in the Hub for about twenty seconds and Gwen's starting in with the Jack questions. SHUT UP! Does the woman have a fiance or not???

5) Owen's trying so hard to impress Martha. Ianto screaming and ducking when Owen nearly hit him with the weird alien device...too hilarious, especially the look Ianto gave him after. Ianto, I love you.

6) Owen and Martha in the lab, the part where they're twirling the bottles, etc.? Am I the only person who thought it was a bit like Cocktail with lab coats?

7) Freaky-weird scene in the hospital with the weird sickness bees.

8) Overall, nicely paced episode. A bit quick, but that eliminates a lot of superfluous crap.

9) Yay! The real Jack is back! Good scene with Owen, Jack and the head of The Pharm.

10) Lots of references to Martha's end-of-the-world experiences without bludgeoning you over the head with it. Nicely doen!

11) Jack's an innovative lover, bordering on the avant garde. Martha's into the boi!love!

12) "Oh, I'm a camera!" Love the interaction with Owen: "Well, I'll be doing some things with my eyes shut, then." This is *so* much better than I expected the writers to deliver.

13) Martha whipped out the weird technospeak! "Oh, cool." Jack says she's brilliant, AND SHE IS. I love Martha so much that it hurts.

14) Owen's human! Now, I almost wouldn't mind Martha getting together with this version of Owen.

15) I can't stand Tosh. Seriously. Begging Owen for a date. YIKES.

16) Martha needs to invest in some Chucks because heels make too much noise when you're trying to sneak around. Has the Doctor taught her nothing?

17) Ianto is the Weevil Master! I love Ianto.

18) Weh? They shot Owen? They *killed* Owen? Sorry, I don't buy it. Also, how much do I hate that they made Owen human and got me to like him just so they could kill him and I'd care??? Manipulative bastards! The previews don't look too promising, Owen not being dead-wise. ::cries::

Overall, MAJOR SQUEE from me, one of the strongest episodes of the second season so far.

I love Martha. I want her to cross over to the Supernatural universe and marry Dean...though she'd be a better fit with Sam. Hmmm. Must think on this.

SUPERNATURAL, season two. Only four DVDs left. ::cries::

Sat, 08 Mar 2008 04:38:59 GMT

I'm pretty sure I've witnessed at least two "Oh, DEAN" episodes. More manly tears! More manly shmoop! Brotherly devotion and fatherly devotion and stuff! Making deals with demons and MANLY TEARS!!! I'm buying season three as soon as it's available.

Can't say I'm that I'm in love with the Harvelles; if I never saw them again I wouldn't be too broken up about it. The Ash character is interesting in theory, but somehow, I'm just not buying it. All in all, if the boys never go to the Roadhouse again, I won't miss it.

Most of the episodes have been enjoyable, there's only been one that felt like a bit of a throwaway. One ep out of 30+ isn't bad at all!

Also, Jensen Ackles is just insanely, ridiculously beautiful -- much like Jason Momoa. Also, like Jason Momoa, I *love* watching him work. Supernatural! YAY!!!

SUPERNATURAL IS AWESOME.

Thu, 06 Mar 2008 01:16:14 GMT

Halfway through the season one episodes, and OH MY GOD, MASSIVE, MASSIVE LOVE FOR THIS SHOW.

For a scary minute there I thought I'd just purchased 88.00 worth of "Pretty Girl of the Week" DVDs, but things picked up. YAYNESS!

My favorite non-Winchester character so far is Missouri Mosely, who kicks serious, major ass. Missouri Mosely is awesome. If I found myself transported into the show, I wouldn't want to be Random Hook-up Girl of the Episode (even if mackin' on Dean would be sweet, sweet, sweet), I'd want to be Missouri Mosely. LOVE HER. Fingers crossed that she makes at least one more appearance between now and the last of my season two DVDs. ::hopes::

DEAN WAS IN LOVE! Holy frijoles, big brother fell hard! I loved Megalyn Echikunwoke as Isabelle in The 4400, so you can imagine my pleased surprise when she appeared onscreen, and even more pleased and surprised when she turned out to be the love (so far, at least that I've seen) of Dean's life. Yay! ~~Isabelle~~ Cassie gets the hot boy! Being pulled into Supernatural-world as Cassie wouldn't be so bad either. YAYNESS!

Absolute genius casting Jeffrey Dean Morgan as the dad. He's good-looking but not too pretty, just rough enough without looking fakely rugged (ugh), and best of all, it's not a stretch to imagine Dean and Sam Winchester as his progeny; the actors fit together physically, and that's nice to see. Big time yayness!!! Love Dad and I can't wait to see more of him.

Supernatural! YAY! \o/

Edited to add: Also, gotta love a show that features family bonding, big time brotherly love and devotion, father and son devotion, manly hugs, manly shmoop, and MANLY TEARS! Friggin' awesome!

Seriously, the manly hugs and manly tears are gonna be the death of me.

Supernatural DVDs...seasons one and two! MINE, DAMMIT!

Sun, 02 Mar 2008 21:43:30 GMT

YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAY!!!!! I'm incredibly cranky because I'm in the throes of PMS (except for the P part; perhaps a bit TMI but tough titties) and I had to work for three hours today. To alleviate my pain I decided that I would treat myself to something fun and fabulous. I went to Target. As I was very innocently strolling by the entertainment section, the Supernatural DVDs jumped in my cart and refused to leave. Yes! I was as shocked as you are!

Kind thank yous to everyone who offered to hook me up. Again, YAYNESS!!!

Hey, Lil Mama! JC is right and you're wrong! SHUT UP!

Fri, 29 Feb 2008 23:40:04 GMT

Non-spoilery comment: So, I watched the latest America's Best Dance ~~Judge~~ Crew and honestly, what the hell is Lil Mama's deal? It'd be nice if she concentrated on giving her own damn crit (HAHAHAHAHAHAHA...yeah) instead of constantly reassuring the contestants that JC is wrong and everything they're doing is just fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine.

Spoilery comment: JC nailed it when he said he couldn't figure out what the hell the crates had to do with basketball. Because, WOW, that routine was a complete mess. Lil Mama, of course, had to say that she loved the crates and thought they were fabulous. I think she *does* think the title of the show is America's Best Dance Judge and that she's it. What an incredibly silly cow she is.

Shane, the poor befuddled sweetie, holy bejeebus, someone needs to pass him some safety scissors and glitter because he's clearly on the wrong show. I know Wade done La Timberlake wrong and all that, but I'd KILL to have him on the judging panel. JC would probably seem like pushover in comparison.

Also, I can't believe Fysh-N-Chicks won AGAIN. What the hell?

In conclusion: In fanfic terms, Shane clearly hangs out at fanfiction.net and leaves squeeful comments no matter HOW awful the story is. Every now and then he'll admit a bit of confusion over a mangled sentence, but mostly he thinks all the stories are fabulous, and everyone deserves cake and cookies and hugs just for posting! No punctuation? Horrific grammar? Stop harshing his squee!

In fanfic terms, Lil Mama is the person who repeats (and sometimes blenderizes) comments of people who've left comments ahead of her. Every now and then she'll mix it up by saying, "Great story, but it could be better," without actually offering any advice on how this could be achieved. If she sees concrit in the comment above hers, she'll add an additional comment saying that [fill in the blank] totally worked for her, and the story was the best thing EVAR.

In fanfic terms, JC is the BNF that everyone wants to have beta their stuff, but they're terrified to approach. He'll tell you honestly what works and what doesn't -- if you're just there for fluffy hand-holding, you're wasting his time. If he's left a positive comment for your fic, you get all trembly and weak-kneed and squeeful because OMG, JC LOVED MY STORY! and then you have to email your friends to tell them about it because clearly, JC is completely awesome and knows his shit.

Tinkerbell!Doctor and other hilarity.

Thu, 28 Feb 2008 00:00:41 GMT

Apparently I'm completely on crack. I thought Martha's Torchwood premiere (in the US!) was last week. HAHAHAHA, color me befuddled. This week, so YAY!

I hadn't watched Last of the Timelords, the last episode of season three and her exit as full-time companion, and yeah, that still burns me. Not wanting to let her go just yet, I DVRd the episode and saved it to watch just before her first Torchwood episode, so yeah, go me! The episode was easier to watch since I've known what to expect for MONTHS now.

Dobby!Doctor was completely hilarious, Glowy!Tinkerbell!Jesus!Doctor even more hilarious, and honestly, why in the hell is RussT trying to set the Doctor up as some Messiah figure? Don't we have enough of those on this planet already? If I wanted religion I'd watch Davey and Goliath, so quit trying to push your One True (outerspace!) God on me, Mr. Davies. Better men than you have tried to get me to change my heathen ways. Just entertain me, dammit.

So, yes. Emo!Doctor and "I forgive you," and all that other stuff just kind of slid over my skin. Even the line about other companions looking into the Time Vortex didn't faze me, I think because he used 'companions' plural instead of singular. And anyway, Martha absolutely pwned his silly Gallifreyan ass and HOW MUCH DID I LOVE HER LAUGHTER WHILE ON HER KNEES.

John Simm was way too cute as the Master. Wouldn't he make a cool Eleven? Come on, you know he would. And Martha could come back as his companion because, as Eleven, the Doctor will finally own up to having been a Big Bucket of Fail in his tenth incarnation and he will love and cherish Martha for the completely awesome being that she is. It could happen. Don't say it couldn't.

Also, why the hell aren't more people writing Master/Martha fic? Seriously, fandom, you're letting me down here.

Kara, the non-psychic, Winchester lovin' werewolf. Heehee!

Wed, 27 Feb 2008 00:56:28 GMT

Writer's Block: Coffee Or Tea?

Sat, 23 Feb 2008 18:22:57 GMT

What method do you use to prepare your coffee or tea?

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I usually only drink tea when I'm feeling under the weather. When I have a cold, or like today, when my sinuses are killing me. I like my tea with lemon and honey. Mmmmmmmmm!

Coffee: I have three coffee makers/pots.

Automatic: Fabulous in its ease of use and speed of preparation. Water in, ground cofee in, turn it on. Yay! Stops brewing when it's done. How can you not love that?

French press: Also fabulous but a bit fiddly. Coffee in press chamber, water in teapot. Heat water, pour in carafe. Insert chamber with coffee, press slowly down through hot water. Let steep (I cover the carafe with towels so it doesn't lose heat). After a moment, voila! Coffee!

Vintage glass (Pyrex) percolator: Makes the *best* coffee. The pot, percolation stem and basket are all glass. The only metal bits are the top and bottom lids of the basket; both are perforated so water can enter the top of the basket and coffee can drip out through the bottom. Because of this, there's very little to react, taste-wise, with the coffee.

Of the three, the vintage pot makes the smoothest-tasting brew, followed by the French press.

Mmmmmmmmmm, I love my vintage percolator.

Help me, SPN f-listers, you're my only hope.

Wed, 20 Feb 2008 11:30:03 GMT

Okay, Supernatural friends, where do I go for fic? Any particular comms worth watching? Websites of interest? Authors of note? If one wanted to read a ton of good Winchester!slash, where would one go?

Help a sister out, folks!

Virtual candy hearts are beating the world over...

Wed, 20 Feb 2008 01:45:10 GMT

LJ is a bastage and didn't notify me when my gift arrived, so I was very surprised and pleased to find I'd received candy hearts from brighton_girl. Thank you! ::hugs::

Supernatural: Mystery Spot

Tue, 19 Feb 2008 04:58:04 GMT

Holy hannah! I started watching this show just in time. I DVR'd the ep, and I've already watched it five times.

1) If I hadn't already been a Dean girl, this ep would have pushed me over the edge. SO MUCH LOVE FOR DEAN. Jensen Ackles *kills* in this role. He's quite simply a joy to watch from start to finish.

2) If Sam Winchester isn't already in therapy, he should be now. I can't imagine the horror of watching the person you love most in the world die right in front of you on a daily basis. Jared P. did a great job showing a man going just a bit more mad, a bit more desperate every time his brother dies.

3) *Wonderful* writing. I want to corral the Torchwood writers, sit them down and say, this is how it's done. If this episode isn't nominated for multiple awards of some kind there is no justice in the world. The more horrifying aspects (the car and the desk, holy bejeebus) are very nicely balanced by the humorous bits.

In conclusion: OH MY GOD, I LOVE THIS SHOW. Jensen Ackles, you own me, dammit. ::shakes fist::

Fic: Light Years Away. Ten/Martha. Doctor Who

Sun, 17 Feb 2008 08:01:33 GMT

Title: Light Years Away
Author: foxmonkey
Characters: Ten/Martha
Rating: R
Spoilers: Blink
Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one, though I wish I did.

Written for the smith_n_jones 1969 Ficathon for padawanpooh, who requested: old school; Martha and the Doctor getting away from the city on a holiday/daytrip; smut. She did not want angst.

Working in a shop in 1969 was certainly better than working as a maid in 1913; unfortunately, it was also light years away from being a nearly-qualified doctor in 2007. Even with psychic paper there was only so much the Doctor could do, so after a few anxious days of job hunting, they'd been thrilled when Martha had been hired on the spot at a record shop near their flat.

Martha worked, and her traveling companion spent his time fine-tuning his rather baffling plan to get them back home. He'd crafted an impressive, if dizzying, chart to illustrate his plan -- and to keep it straight in his own mind, Martha suspected, though he claimed he needed nothing so human as a flow-chart to remember the details. "It's simple really," he said over dinner after he finished the first draft. Looking at the chart, following the various timelines and the Doctor's meticulous notations of what would happen where, when, and by and to whom, Martha was struck once again by the sheer otherness of the man.

"You feel it," she said, looking in slight amazement from the chart to the Doctor, who looked back at her as if he had no idea what she was talking about. "Time," Martha said, spreading her fingers over the connecting points on the chart. "It's like...like a sixth sense for you."

"More than six, actually," the Doctor said, the beginning of a smile on his lips. "But yes, that's it exactly."

"More than six?" Martha tried to imagine what anything other than the human-normal five might be like, what a time sense in particular might entail.

Carefully folding the chart and stacking it with his notes in a neat pile, the Doctor glanced at her and smiled; Martha knew that he was amused by her ever-present curiousity about his biology. "I'll tell you sometime, I promise," he said. "Right now, though, I've got a timey-wimey device to build."

+ + +

Building a device to detect temporal anomalies was easy enough in theory, but in 1969, with 1969 technology and practically no spare cash, it was easier said than done. The Doctor, however, was nothing if not resourceful. He'd turned out to be spectacularly rubbish at any kind of job, so he spent his days -- quite gleefully, it seemed to Martha -- fine-tuning the schematic for the device and prowling the streets of their neighborhood for useful cast-offs.

He'd left the flat that morning insisting that something good was waiting in the rubbish bins a couple of streets over, he could "just feel it."

"You're mad, bloke," Martha said, taking the last piece of toast off the plate on the table. The Doctor started to protest, but Martha laughed and waved the toast at him teasingly before crunching a corner between her teeth. "You've got to be lively on your feet, old man."

"That's the trouble with youngsters these days," the Doctor said, shaking his head and making tsking sounds. He began clearing the breakfast dishes off the table. "It's all mini-skirts and free love and don't trust anyone over 30." He sighed dramatically.

"Popping in today?" Martha asked. She reached for her bag and jacket, and crunched another mouthful of toast.

When he wasn't tracking down parts for the time-wimey detector (and Martha could smack him for planting that silly phrase in her brain), he spent a lot of time in the record shop. He chatted about music with Tinker, the owner and Martha's boss, and abused Tinker's good nature by taking more than full advantage of the private listening booths arranged along the back wall of the store.

Martha had hinted that, since John hung around the shop so much, perhaps Tinker could give him a job? Tinker had laughed, saying he probably would if John actually showed an inclination towards work. Martha admitted that it was probably for the best; with the Doctor's track record, he'd no doubt get both of them sacked.

"Don't know," the Doctor said, nose in the air as if scenting suitable electronic parts lurking nearby. "I feel lucky today. Something wonderful's in a rubbish bin close by just waiting for me to find it." He bounced a bit on the balls of his feet, his boundless energy keeping him moving.

"Yeah, quite mad," Martha laughed. She pulled the door closed behind her when she left.

+ + +

Whenever the shop door opened and the Doctor appeared, Martha felt a little thrill; he always scanned the store for her first thing, and when he saw her, he'd meet her with a grin and a quick peck on the lips. He came through the door now; Martha, up front at the register, smiled and leaned over the counter for their usual greeting.

"Ah, my better half!" the Doctor said cheerfully. He smiled and gave her a little kiss.

"So what'd you find, then?" Martha asked, pulling at his coat pockets. "A twist knob or two? An old antenna?" He loved showing off his finds, whether it was the heater coil from a discarded toaster or a few odd lengths of wire. Not everything was useful though, and those odds and ends were currently taking up space at the bottom of the wardrobe in a box marked 'Future Possibly Useful Bits.'

"Oooh! An antenna!" He fixed her with a look. "Yes, I do believe that's what I've forgotten. Martha Jones Smith, you're amazing, don't ever let me tell you you're not." After another few seconds starings staring into the distance, probably imagining the placement of an antenna, he huffed out a breath and looked at Martha again. "Sadly, nothing that exciting, I'm afraid. But I did find this!" He produced a postcard from his pocket: 'Wish You Were Here' was emblazoned on one side. He looked a little wistful. "I thought it would add a humorous, as well as decorative, touch."

Giving him a gentle smile, Martha squeezed his fingers and asked softly, "If we address it to the TARDIS, do you think she'd get it?"

With a smile, the Doctor looked at the postcard and tucked it back into his pocket. "She just might."

"John!" Tinker raised his voice a bit to be heard over the Traffic album that one of Martha's co-workers had just put on. He wandered over and knocked the Doctor on the shoulder in greeting. "So, are you and Martha coming, then?"

The Doctor looked from Tinker to Martha. "I'm sorry?"

"Oh, it's this weekend, isn't it?" Martha said, to cover the awkward moment. "Tink's closing the shop this Sunday; he's treating us all to a day in the country."

"Ah," the Doctor said, and his eyebrows rose meaningfully as he looked at Martha. "My lovely wife neglected to mention it but yes, we'd love to go, and thank you for inviting us."

Tinker looked between the two of them. He seemed about to speak, but perhaps sensing a domestic brewing and thinking better of it, he turned and beat a hasty retreat.

"So, a day in the country," the Doctor said. "We're invited along and you didn't mention it because...?" he asked. Martha stepped away to help a young girl at the cash register, aware that the Doctor was watching her. After the customer paid for her album and headed toward the door, the Doctor was right there. "Yes, Martha, you were saying?"

"Everyone's been so sweet to both of us. It would be fun to just get away for a bit," Martha said. "I thought you'd want to work on your timey-wimey stuff." She looked down at his hands so she wouldn't have to see his face. "I didn't think you'd want to go," she finished.

"Martha, I'm disappointed," the Doctor said. "You should know by now that I like a bit of fun."

"Well, fun to you seems to involve danger and running, lots of running. A quiet day in the country doesn't quite seem your style."

"Martha. You should also know by now that I'm full of surprises." As if to prove his point, he leaned over the counter and kissed her softly. He usually only kissed her for show upon entering and leaving the shop, so yes, it certainly was a surprise.

She didn't know if her blush showed, but Martha's face felt so hot she thought she must be glowing. "What brought that on?" she asked, touching her lips briefly.

"I wouldn't wish this situation on anyone, but I'm so glad you're here with me." He fingered the deep blue top she wore. "You look really lovely today," he added.

That brought a smile to Martha's face, and she couldn't resist rubbing their noses together. "Thank you, Mr. Smith."

"My pleasure, Mrs. Smith."

"Go on then, kiss her proper." Martha and the Doctor turned to see Clara, Tinker's sister, edge behind the counter to change the album, apparently tired of Traffic three songs in.

"Leave 'em alone, Clara," Tinker countered. "It's easy to see that they're in love." He attempted to hand her a Procol Harum album, but Clara just laughed.

"If they're in love," Clara said with a shrug, placing Lulu on the turntable instead, "then he can give her a proper kiss. They're among friends, after all." Her eyes twinkled mischievously.

"Are you saying I don't know how to kiss my wife?" the Doctor asked. He looked playfully indignant, but Martha was beginning to feel uncomfortable.

"He'll kiss me properly at home, thank you very much," she said to Clara. "And you," Martha poked the Doctor, "back to your scavenging."

"Yes, missus." He smiled devilishly, and Martha leaned over the counter for her goodbye kiss. The Doctor cupped the back of her neck, pulling her to him gently. He parted his lips slightly and Martha parted hers, and before she knew it they were kissing properly, complete with tongue, complete with quiet, needy noises from both of them, complete with...an audience. Martha pulled away slowly and the Doctor gave her a smile. Martha glanced over at her work mates, who were goggle-eyed.

"Now that's a kiss," Clara declared.

Tinker looked over the rims of his glasses. "Martha, if I weren't such a heartless bastard, I'd give you the afternoon off to finish what John just started."

"As heartless bastards go, you're not bad," the Doctor smiled. "Anyway, I have things to do." He kissed Martha again, softly this time. "Ta, Mrs. Smith." Hands in his coat pockets, he left the shop, singing along with Lulu as he walked.

+ + +

The day off was everything that Martha had hoped it would be. Along with the Doctor and Martha were Tinker and his wife Linda, Clara and her boyfriend Galen, who was at university and worked at the shop two evenings a week, and Tinker's friends Kenny and Connie, who'd met while working at the same charity shop and were now dating. The four couples piled into Tinker's squarish little van and they rumbled down the motorway.

It was a warm, sunny day, and they'd packed several blankets, a radio, plenty of wine and plenty of food. Galen uncovered a plate of brownies with a flourish; with a waggle of his eyebrows he promised that he'd added a special ingredient, and Martha thought she knew what it might be.

Things took an awkward turn when, after they finished two bottles of wine, they started winding each other up about sex; Martha kept her eyes on the blanket and sipped at the wine in her cup. The Doctor too, was silent.

"Ah, not a word from the newlyweds!" Tinker said, and this brought a laugh. "God, when Linda and I were first married we were at it constantly. Neighbors didn't half bring down the flat pounding on the wall."

"While you were pounding on the other side," Galen said in a stage whisper, and everyone laughed. Martha risked a glance at the Doctor and saw that his cheeks were red.

"Four in the morning, piss drunk...we did it right against a police box," Kenny offered. Connie giggled and hid her face against Kenny's shoulder as the others roared with laughter. The Doctor looked quite startled at this announcement.

"John, you look shocked!" Kenny said. "Surely you've had a wild escapade or two."

"Stop teasing," Linda said, trying to shush the men. "Not everyone goes on about shagging the way you lot do. I think they're sweet." She gave Martha a warm smile, which Martha returned.

The Doctor turned away, his back to Martha; she couldn't believe it, but he seemed to be blushing. She blinked. "What's wrong?" she asked softly, her lips close to his ear.

"Nothing's wrong," he said, but the tips of his ears were red.

Kenny strummed his guitar, clearly amused. "John, your missus is supposed to turn you on. " Martha was baffled until Linda caught her eye and performed a quick pantomime: with a meaningful look downward, she lowered her hand just below her waist. She then lifted her index finger until it was pointing straight out.

Martha's eyebrows rose to her hairline.

The girls communicated silently and quickly with a series of looks and nods, and Linda and Clara took two of the blankets by the corners and began to walk across the grass away from Martha and the Doctor. Tinker and Galen followed dutifully. Connie had to tug at Kenny's arm to get him to move. She gave Martha an apologetic glance before she led Kenny away.

Martha inched over until she was behind the Doctor; she rested her chin on his shoulder. "An erection is nothing to be embarrassed about," she said, leaning close to speak softly. "It's simple biology."

He shook his head but said nothing.

"They certainly don't care what's in your trousers." The couples relaxed on the blankets they'd dragged a discreet distance away, talking and laughing. Kenny played his guitar. Tinker plucked blades of grass and tossed them into the gentle breeze; they drifted down to land in Clara's curly hair.

"See?" Martha said. She slipped her arm around the Doctor's waist, leaned against his back. "It's fine." Martha felt a wave of tenderness for the silly creature. She nosed the hair at his nape and kissed the back of his neck. His breath hitched slightly and she could feel his hearts beating faster; she kissed him again and gave him a very delicate lick. He shivered in response.

"Martha. We're...we're going to be here a while," he said. He sounded close to losing control. He turned to face her. "I could, so easily with you," he said. She kissed him gently. "Martha," he sounded like he was half-pleading with her to stop, half-begging her to continue.

"I shouldn't tease," Martha said softly. "I'm sorry." But she didn't move.

The Doctor suddenly closed the scant distance between them, seeking her mouth with his. "Martha," he murmured. He eased her onto her back. "You'll have to excuse us," he called breathlessly to their friends. "I'm going to shag my wife now." He pulled the picnic blanket up to cover the two of them. Martha squealed and laughed into his shoulder, then kissed his neck in the semi-darkness beneath the blanket. She heard the others twittering and didn't care.

"I hope you realize that we really are about to shag." The Doctor hooked his fingers in the waistband of Martha's knickers and slid them slowly down her legs.

"Oh my God," Martha murmured softly, clutching at the Doctor's shoulders as he stroked her skin. He brushed his fingers lightly over her clit; she inhaled sharply.

"Does that feel good?" he asked, his voice low and husky in her ear. He teased Martha's clit until she wriggled, close to orgasm; he slid his fingers inside her. "You're so wet," he murmured, kissing her again. Martha moved her hips, keeping pace as the Doctor stroked into her with his fingers. When she came, she sighed his name into his mouth.

Martha reached between their bodies to touch him, tentatively at first in case he suddenly objected, then with more assurance when he hummed his pleasure. She quickly unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his zip. "Why, Mr. Smith," she purred, wrapping her fingers around him, "you do have a rather impressive piece of anatomy here."

"Mrs. Smith, your dirty talk could use a bit of work." But he closed his eyes, moving his hips, driving his cock slowly through her cuffed fingers.

"Oh, you want dirty talk?" Martha grinned devilishly. "Mr. Smith," she said, tightening her grip just a bit, "you have quite an impressive cock."

"Better," the Doctor said, his breathing ragged.

"And I'm thinking that a thick," she squeezed, "impressive," she squeezed, "cock like this would fit quite nicely in my hot," she rubbed her thumb across the fat crown, "wet," she licked his neck, "pussy." She took his earlobe between her teeth gently. "So fuck me."

He looked at her and kissed her hard; he fumbled to pull his pants down over his narrow hips and out of the way. The Doctor pushed into her slowly, and Martha felt herself deliciously filled. She moved her hands from his shoulders to his hips, angling her own hips up impatiently.

He fucked her hard and deep, responding to her movements, harder, deeper, setting an insistent pace that made Martha's thighs quiver. She forgot everything but the feeling of his body driving in and out of hers, his muscles flexing under her hands as moved inside her, his breath against her skin as he grunted softly in her ear. When he kissed her, she was the only other person in his universe.

+ + +

They emerged from the blanket to cheers and wild applause.

"Oh my God," Martha groaned, "I can't believe we did that." She turned her face into the Doctor's shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head.

"On behalf of my lovely bride and myself," the Doctor paused for a new round of cheers, "if we embarrassed you lot, we're not sorry at all." Tinker and Clara stuck their fingers in their mouths and whistled. The Doctor took a bow.

"Magnificent shagging, old man," Galen said, shaking the Doctor's hand. "You're my hero."

"I wish we were newlyweds again," Linda said, smiling rather naughtily at Tinker.

"And wouldn't it be lovely if we changed the subject?" Martha smiled sweetly. Mindful of the fact that she was no longer wearing knickers, she tucked her skirt rather primly under her legs when she sat down. The Doctor sat behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her back against his chest.

"Tinker, I'm afraid Martha's going to be late for work tomorrow." the Doctor nuzzled Martha's neck and kissed the sensitive spot behind her ear, the one that made her shiver.

"She can have the day off with pay," Tinker said quietly with a wink. "Call it a wedding gift." Martha smiled and closed her eyes.

1969 was light years away from 2007, but so far it wasn't half bad at all.