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I am off! Gone! Afk until Thursday earliest. If I miss something good, leave me a note. I will miss you all. On the plus side, I might become an actual fannishly-engaged, interesting person again post-move, so.

Took LSAT.

So, that happened.

People have been defriending me left and right, and I deserve it. Hopefully I will be a, you know, real person again after I finish the move?

In the meantime, there's this vid. And I point this out because... okay, here's the thing... because I desperately want an SGA teamshippy vid to that song. So much team joy! So much dorky silliness! So much minor character love! Is that not the best OTTeam song ever?

Seriously, if Sweet Charity was still running, I would spend money on this. Big money. If you are a competent vidder? I would pay you in fic. I mean, actual fic, to spec and on deadline and everything. Seriously. And also give you my firstborn child, possibly.

That was all.

First, a brief bit of fail: Google really thought that the anniversary of Tetris was the important thing to commemorate about June 6th?

( Fannish happiness part one: Star Trek )

Fannish happiness part two: I resisted Buffy for years. No longer. I'm sure you all have some vague idea of the sheer intensity of squee I am going through right now. Shan't even attempt to babble about it here, or I will never stop. DAMN YOU, Joss.

Since posting my bunny last night, Alec has been bantering in my head. I can't make him shut up. This is a good thing, of course, and is because I'm picking bdblack up at the airport in an hour. The minute I stop being depressed, the voices in my head start talking again. I wish they were SG1 voices, because I owe hilarytamar fic, but what can you do?

This snippet isn't a secret crossover. No way. Uh-uh. *innocent face* Short and PG.

( You about done sparring with your girlfriend? )

Point the First: I am having good luck with obscure movies lately. Where the Heart Is was almost embarrassingly adorable (not to mention surreal, bizarre, hilarious, and highly entertaining). Treed Murray was actually quite good- good in a very particular, writerly, theater-feeling kind of way. Actually, it reminded me of nothing so much as Twelve Angry Men, though I'd have a hard time justifying that comparison. In any case, the script was good, I enjoyed the one-set feel, and Hewlett absolutely carried the movie... except for the times when he was outshone by the startlingly magnetic, charismatic, powerful Cle Bennett as Shark the gang leader. And the last Hewlett thing I grabbed, Cube (which has been on my "SF cult movies" to-watch list for years) was creepy as fuck oh my god. So, all in all, I'm liking my movie-picking mojo right now.

Point the Second: In twelve hours, bdblack will be here. With luck, this will help immensely with the current funk.

Point the Third: wyomingnot talked to me about Leverage.

This makes me think: Surely somewhere out there is the crossover/fusion/AU that puts Alec Hardison and Rodney McKay in a room together. It must exist. Think about it.

(Seriously, if Rodney's life had taken only a slightly different turn, he could totally have become a brilliant cyber-criminal. And Rodney would be, like, the old acknowledged master, and Hardison would be the up-and-coming arrogant pup with no respect and they would totally hate each other and then somehow the Leverage team and the SGA team (Spies Getting Awesome! Because John thought the acronym sounded cool. Rodney cannot remember why they ever started letting John name things, but Ronon and Teyla don't care what they're called) end up working the same job. This has the added advantage of having Eliot and Ronon in the same room too, possibly beating each other up. While Rodney and Hardison snark a lot.

If somebody gave me the plot for the job, I would totally write this, but I can't imagine somebody hasn't already)

Still depressed. Still having issues (practical, familial, financial). No immediate end in sight. Don't wait up for me. Won't be posting fic.

That said, though, I am absolutely desperate for one little bit of help. Long long ago miriad told me about a movie David Hewlett was in way back when called Where the Heart Is. I downloaded it and shoved it in a folder awaiting the day SGA was over and I was desperate for another Hewlett fix. Well, that day has come, and... I lost Where the Heart Is during the computer swap. And now it seems to be un-torrentable. And I have no money for movies.

You guys, if I don't see David Hewlett in an itty-bitty cupid costume soon, I might die. Plus, Uma Thurman.

Can anybody hook me up?

*bats eyelashes*

I had an attack of total randomness and watched "Men With Brooms" today. It turns out that 1. Paul Gross can indeed make curling seem intense and passionate and beautiful and poetic (that man just shines. He shines. He makes me believe in auras), 2. I find Molly Parker stunningly hot, with her freckles and her dimples and her laugh, when she's not playing a wan opium addict, and 3. Wacky Canadian humor does indeed win.

Seriously, that's more cheese than I've consumed in movie form... possibly ever, and it was fun.

I am a day late and a dollar short- actually, I am going on a week late- but there was some fabulous stuff at the teal_ficathon this year and I need to rec.

( Teal'c recs with bonus meta babble )

Adorable solider is adorable.

(I got that from miss_porcupine's DoD photo zen tag, which includes quite an impressive amount of plane porn and silly men jumping out of perfectly good airplanes, but also tends to show soldiers being utterly adorable. Including a video wherein a Marine greatly resembles my grandmother's sheltie (but cuter).

Abigail Nussbaum is my favorite reviewer, and I'm rather crushed by her evaluation of Star Trek. It's about half the (IMO) not very interesting criticism that Star Trek shouldn't be "updated" and about half the (again, IMO) much more valid criticism that she just didn't like this Kirk. But the real reason I point it out is for the passage where she describes her Kirk:

My Kirk was first and foremost the one from the movies. The one who got old and fat, who paid the wages of his youthful womanizing with a son who wanted nothing to do with him, and of his meteoric career with an admiralty he loathed. This Kirk was shocked, simply flabbergasted, at no longer being that brash young man who could do no wrong, but in a way he never stopped being that person. Even dying he was full of wonder and a sense of adventure.

I love character meta that makes me fall in love with that character all over again. How perfectly expressed. Oh, Kirk.

Lastly, the Clios are in! They were medium-good this year: There's the T-Mobile dance which makes me grin like a dork for the rest of the evening every time I watch it, a haunting and magical public-service ad, and the hilariously surreal Abe Lincoln. The legacy ads included one I hadn't seen before, from The Guardian.

End linkspam. I promise.

Every day I think "I've been away from the flist forever! I should post!" and then I don't. Basically, a combination of a particularly bad bout of underemployment and a nostalgic trip back to some old computer games has left me doing that weird hours/sleeping way too much/can't quite manage to do anything/not quite depressed thing.

So. You know a meme I saw going around a few days ago? It was that ( Ten things I assume you know about me meme )

( And this cut-tag is all about Star Trek )

And this one will go outside the cut: There is already K/S porn. It is smoking. In fact, there's a whole huge kink meme but I don't have time to sort through the dross right now. Read this. Read it now. I'll be in my bunk.

Still alive. Have done a lot of reading. Made momentous personal decision. Have new computer, but haven't even powered on- need to find a VGA adapter tomorrow. Do not feel very fannish, or very participatory, these days. Not writing. Will come back someday, I swear.

Here, have a present: a breathtaking picture bdblack dug up for me. And, to balance it out, have some boys.

ETA: Forgot. Have 5 dreamwidth invite codes. Anybody?

Fail #1: Amazon Rank. (Thought #1: Never attribute to malice what can be explained by incompetence. Thought number 2: The particular implementation of the "adult content" policy is ridiculous beyond words, but why are so few people complaining about the fact that they have such a policy at all? #3: If you do have an adult content screening system, the way to do it is to remove those items at the search level, not to fuck with your underlying database, especially not a database that has such a huge impact. That's just... *hunts for words* bad stewardship. #4: Man, they had better bend over backwards figuring out how this happened and reversing this policy and apologizing to authors and readers and EVERYONE and just kissing ass and begging for their reputation back)

Fail #2: Spent all day fixing my electrical system and freaking out because I thought I would have to pay $100 for a repair guy which I could not afford. Dodged that bullet, but my complete and total money panic is getting old.

Win #1: Dad called my uncle and had him deliver me an easter basket this morning. Swear to god, an easter basket. With a bunny. No joke. *glow*

Win #2: Paul Davis! I rec this fic/meta thing to make up for the Davis fic that I have failed to write for a week straight now because of all the various technical failures in my life. Oh, and also: John Sheppard plays Lube/not lube (post plus comment fic)

Win #3: I am name-squatting at Dreamwidth, not yet using. Decisions about journal importing and such to be made when I actually have a computer again. No, that's a lie. When I have an actual computer again I will watch a shitload of TV, spent a solid day playing Rome: Total War or Civ 4 or something, and then try again to write some fic. Then I'll think about it.

* I am online again, more or less, due to the amazing kindness of strangers. Seriously, I am all over lawrence520 and his incredible loaner laptop and willingness to give it to a total stranger, and hilarytamar, who seems to have embarked on a single-handed, oddly determined quest to keep me sane in my time of hardship. Seriously, I have no idea how to pay forward this level of awesome.

* I have gotten so spoiled with phone contact! All I have to say is "I'm computerless and lonely!" and all these people become willing to talk to me on the phone, often at ridiculous length. I don't know how I'll give it up. I am so warm and fuzzy you have no idea. Seriously, I feel like one of those sloppy drunks: "I love you all!" Especially you, bdblack and miriad and hilarytamar.

* Was that Tricia Helfer on Chuck? I adore her so much! If someone had told me that the underwear model in That Dress was going to be my favorite New Actor crush out of BSG, instead of Katee Sackhoff, I wouldn't have believed it, but I am so glad she's made good and is popping up everywhere. That said, I am getting really sick of Ellie being kept out of the loop. The show is just getting meaner and meaner to her, and it's starting to get me down.

* RE: SPN. Entertainment Weekly says "The new brother is a Wincest fan's dream come true!" *boggles* Look, I know fandom became rather blase about incest about two years ago, but in Entertainment Weekly? Bwuh?

It's not like SPN has been My Show since "In the Beginning," and I haven't even watched it since the one with the fallen angel. This is because I was breaking up with it before it could hurt me, because, as bdblack can confirm, I really am the guy in all my relationships. I still may catch up to it over hiatus, but adding a third brother? This show is on seriously thin ice with me.

* And since the computer died I have been reading a book a day. No, really. A little less than five days, five books.

( Reading Roundup )

Oh my god you guys. My life sucks and I want to cry.

( I am computerless )

So that Daniel/Jack/Paul fic I promised? Not coming. The moebius fic? Not coming. The Kings fic? Not coming.

On the plus side, I just picked up the next Bujold book, and let me tell you, it looks hilarious. The back says, "You might thing that an obstetrician on a planet forbidden to women would be underemployed..." The cover art is the most horrible lurid SF pulp looking thing I've seen in a long time. I am reading this on pure faith in Bujold, because it looks like badfic of the highest calibre. Then again, that might be what I need, given that I am stranded utterly alone in a strange city with no computer and no money. But after Cetaganda Bujold pretty much owns me, so.

1. My favorite reviewer, Abigail Nussbaum, does a (as always) brilliant and articulate post-mortem of the utter train wreck that was Battlestar Galactica (Wait. How unpopular is this fannish opinion? Am I going to be shunned now?)

2. This is a really beautiful specimen of humanity. (Also, my love of black and white pictures of beautiful people seems to be getting worse, not better.)

3. I am not even sure if I really consider myself a member of SPN fandom anymore, but the con reports coming out of LA make me ridiculously happy. It's not even that our boys are so doing it, it's how much they absolutely love feeding the fangirls. "Jared and I had our own wrap party last night... That's why I'm having a hard time moving around this morning." *dies* They are so good to us!

4. I had a horrible allergic reaction to something today. The skin of my face is completely covered in hives. I'm all bright red and blotchy and bubbly and scaly. The skin on my eyelids has the same texture as a particularly unpleasant lizard. I'm bumpy and peely and itchy from my hairline to my jaw. I have no idea what triggered it or what to do, so I am mostly sitting around slathering my face with plain, unscented Cetaphil and trying (failing) not to pick at it. I am, as you can imagine, extraordinarily attractive.

( The Time Traveler's Wife: The rare usage of the bad book review icon! )

For hilarytamar: Daniel/Paul Davis, not explicit.

( He hadn't expected Jackson here )

Am attempting to write, but encroaching career angst is sort of taking up all my braincells at this point. Maybe I should actually just write out the "law school: pros and cons" chart (even if the list could cover a whole wall) just to try to, I don't know, exorcise it a little.

I will be away-from-internet for a few more days, I think. To tide you over, have some dirty pictures (Because underuse of the "omg lust" tag is a sad thing).

These two boys start out very sweet and end up pretty explicit.

These two boys in the shower really get to me.

And, on a less explicit note, this beautiful boy currently graces my desktop (because my thing for black and white seems to be getting worse).

It's always annoying how much harder it is to find het than gay images that work for me, online- not because Ew Icky Presence of Female (very much the opposite), but oh man, do the straight porn images online make it plain that I am NOT their intended audience. So I'm left with things like this, which is overly artsy and posed and I strongly suspect is an ad for that damn watch, but I find hot anyway. Or this, which I find way hotter than it seems like I should, for being such an inexplicit and sweet image.

Everybody have a good weekend!

I'm a Stranger Here Myself, Bill Bryson

More humor travel writing, this one much more of the type I enjoy. This is an expat American's attempt to reconnect with the land of his birth by driving through 38 of the lower 48. It won't be my favorite travel humor (because it's hard to be Round Ireland With a Fridge), but he has a keen eye for the ridiculous and an ability to be incredibly opinionated and crotchety about everything without seeming as offensive as he really ought to. Very fun.

( In which it is all hilarytamar's fault )

Catalysis for Dummies is the cutest John/Rodney AU in quite a while.

And a Kings rec, the first NC-17 Jack/David I have liked yet: All Tomorrow's Parties

Awesome linkage:

A Mathematical Limerick. I am fairly sure this wins the internet. (It works, as far as I can tell. I won't admit how tough it was to remember how to deal with that)

Now this is a man who understands procrastination: Part one, two, three, four, and five.

Random: From now on, I shall endeavor to keep Certera's Law in mind when selecting my online reading material. (Like I wasn't already)

The thing about SF fandom, sometimes, is that the porn is hilarious. And I don't mean this in a bad way at all- not even a teeny-tiny bit. It's great.

I am speaking, you see, of john_farr, the multiple-AU built around that time John Sheppard went into Ponn Farr (subtitle: because mating cycles are hot!). Or at least, it starts that way (you should start here, which is short and sexy), and then balloons out into no less than four interconnected AUs where, due to Goauld manipulation, human physiology is very different. As an open 'verse the writing is inconsistent, of course- but might I recommend the sequel Skin Hunger, the John backstory Battlefield, and the Uni!John and Virgin!John AU branches?

And the thing about this is that I honestly have no idea if I have to hit my bunk or if I am just going to sit here giggling wildly. Because seriously: shit like this only happens in SF fanfic. Aliens make them do it! Ancient tech gives them telepathy/tentacles/an insatiable sex drive/whatever! Sex pollen! Elaborately constructed plotty setups that boil down to, "due to the applied phlebotinum, you must have sex or die. Get to it." And, seriously, it's ridiculous but it really hits the Id vortex buttons, doesn't it?

And just then I saw that paian posted fic, which always sends me into raptures of joy- but it turns out to be a double whammy. A sex pollen (in her warning, she says: aliens-gave-them-an-excuse-to-do-it. Truth in warnings! ♥) but also an alien-tech SF plot device that is on the face of it sort of ridiculous (in the best possible way) and yet allows for this intense, desperate, bizarre and disorienting non-con voyeurism thing that is hot as fuck and Jesus, I will be in my bunk.

Oh, science fiction. *rueful headshake* Ever since the original Star Trek writers came up with Ponn Farr, the descendants of which are God's gift to porn, I tell you. My love knows no bounds.

(And yes, I've been reading this stuff for a LONG TIME. I have no idea why the ridiculousness of it all hit me so hard just now)

( Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? )

( The Watchmen )