It's is one of your tricks! You've done... something.*

There is no post. You need no post.

Tales of my recent adventures will be recounted later, when I'm not all internetted out from catching up on three days worth of flist and Links of the Day.

Life is pretty sweet right about now**. :)

Thread Excerpt: Lost's Daniel Faraday is, indeed, adorable. ( Read more... )

Links of the Day: ( Cut for woah, massive. )

* omphalos's Fanfic: A New Day, A New Dawn, of the New Dawn Fades Doctor/Master AU of awesome
** Because I'm pointedly ignoring things. Yay!
*** How can you not, indeed?
^ I am a horrible, horrible person. While I'd dance if there were canon Derek/Sarah, the idea of Derek/Cameron (i.e. manly-man from the robopocalypse future / Terminator from the future) and what it would do to Derek is just so full of mindblowing potential for angst and mindfucks and, and... Oh, it'll be great. Don't believe me? Go a few posts back and see the look on his face when he spies Cameron doing ballet all on her lonesome. That right there is worth a good load of fanfic^^ in itself.
^^ Speaking of, there's one Derek-centric drabble idea that just won't let me go. I think I might actually try and write it. (Egads! Me? Write? Craaaazy, I know, but it just might happen.)

Feeling connected yet?*

I've just rewatched T: TSCC 1x06 (aka. the Bad Science Episode). Alright, so Derek isn't AB+, he's AB-, and it's apparently actually yep, rare in the USA, according to Wiki, at 0.6% of the population. My point still stands and the stupid remains: there's major Science Abuse going on in that blood transfusion bit. (And by the by, blood transfusions have to take in a whole lot of stuff into account other than the letters.). Actually, it's bothering me so much - not so much the "Oh noes, he needs his own blood type" as the "AB- son of an O- mother" whahooey - that I'm sorely tempted to whine about it on a thread. Blargh.

Guess what though? I'm feeling incredibly awesome right now because I finally placed the face of Random Army Dud in that episode as Peter Mensah, aka that messenger who gets kicked into a Spartan well in 300. I had to go through an oodleplex of mental files, jumping from "Ooh, I'm getting Xerxes vibes" to "That's not the Candyman, is it?" and then off to "Machete-wielding bastard in Blood Diamond?" before the thunderclap of "D'oh!" (Lena Headey was also in 300 as Queen Whatsit, which sort of makes me want to see if these fandoms can bleed together, but there just isn't enough crack for that in this world.)

Now, I'm in the mood to tear this episode's concepts to pieces by the careful aplication of logic, and hope you'll indulge me. ( Minor spoilers, major complaints, some Science Stick beatings. )

ETA: adharaphoenix helps bring folk over onto the Derek/Cameron ship with a gorgeous fanvid and sums up sentiments nicely with, i know, why? i mean, i was shipping them before the dance scene, but after that how can you not??
If the video doesn't pique your interest, you can always try lightmy_muse's Fanfic: Trusting the Machine, which I'm reading now.
There's T:TSCC icons! And Summer icons! Wee!


* T: TSCC, 1x06

Write it down in your own handwriting.*

There is no limit to the number of posts I'll write today! Muahahaha!

ETA: The rules: Must be handwritten, for yea.
1) Your name or alias.
2) Handedness
3) Favorite letters to write
4) Least-favorite letters to write
5) Write "The quick brown fox jumped over the lazy fox."
6) Tag five victims.



And this is the giant stuffed leopard at the top of the stairs which is just the most cuddlelicious thing ever:



And have some totally random icons, for the shizzles:




The adorable little cub is Knut, German-born polar bear. Daaaawww....

That last one is my own little peeker. Does that look hazel? I can't get used to the "hazel eyes" label, 'cause it seems to be to just be a colour-label used when people don't know what eye-colour they have because it's so bloody changeable.


* Eugene Ormandy

Hero's Manual: Chapter 23

A/N: Thank Lovecraft and his 1931 story The Whisperer in the Darkness for the title term as well as "Lord of the Woods". The chapter title is a reference, of course, to For Whom the Bell Tolls.

( Chapter 23: For Whom the Goat Bleets )

Hero's Manual: Chapter 24

A/N: This chapter is rather short, but it feels finished. Also, this way I won't have a half-chapter floating around for months on end.

( Chapter 24: Behind the Bushes )

Drabbles off The Editors Album "An End Has a Start"

Well-Worn Hand (Track 10)
A/N: Something I wish I had.

Being friends, we took turns holding each others hands, took turns falling or pulling the other up, dusting each other off and telling reassuring lies. Our hands were always outstretched, gripped, fingers and life-lines melding into the other, curling and resting in time-honoured places, my thumb resting just so, your index pressing there, always the same. We've been holding hands for so long, one would think they'd be immune to the passage of time and blunders, wrapped up in mutual gloves of friendship. But our childhood grips gain strength and subtlety with experience, turn paper-dry or slippery-wet, callouses and scars decorating familiar skin. Still, it is your hand, your well-worn hand, in mine, and I'll keep holding it for the rest of our time.

When Anger Shows (Track 5)

There were scuff marks on the floor, deep gouges on the table, smeared footprints on the wall. Pens lay strewn on the ground like an abandoned game of pick-up sticks. The duvet lay in crumpled restlessness at the foot of the bed, a pillow half-consumed beneath it. The figure standing in the doorway took the room at a glance, a practiced reader of such cryptography, and quietly shut the door again.

Smokers Outside Hospital Doors (Track 1)
A/N: Sometimes you just need a break.

The smoke doesn't cover the ghost if the distinctly medical smell - all tepid green and listless blue - and the nicotine rush harly soothes the right nerves. They stand aroud, in twos or threes, swaying pendulously from one foot to the other or pacing slowly with great sweeping steps, feet hovering endlessly before coming down in defeat. Their faces are inexpressive beyond the basics of exhaustion, closed off and focued entirely on the column of ash, the column of smoke and the pillar at their backs. A couple minutes' peace, a moment of respite in which they give themselves entirely over to their bodies, their small habits and rituals done without thought, canceling out the need for thought. They put time at a standstill even as it burns, because some things will never wait for you, wait for you to be ready, to be strong, to be willing, to be there. They come outside and cup these small offerings of time, time spent not-waiting that might have instead been spent waiting, watching, hoping or breaking. These white cylinders of measured time, modern incense sticks, have no god in mind, but the prayer is clear: "Please", they whisper as they burn, "just give me a minute."

Fully armoured. Very tough. But outside it's human living tissue.*

Yes, it's yet another post. Deal with it. It's been just me and the internet all day and I'm not antisocial enough for that to be a good thing. A smattering of comments is all I've spoken typed directly conversed today.

First off, a random question for my dear (and few) readers: What tv shows do you watch? (And, if applicable, what fandoms are you in?)

Second off, I wrote stuff! Be shocked! Be very shocked. Finally, Hero's Manual Chapter 23: For Whom the Goat Bleats and Chapter 24: Behind the Bushes, plus three drabbles using The Editors' An End Has a Start tracks as titles.

Can I just say, or maybe beg or bribe, won't anyone at least give H's M a try? I mean, I'm just peachy writing it for my own amusement, but - aw, damn, I'm pouting. It's my longest thing out there - the cringing shame that is Degrees of Freedom regardless - and it's lonely :(


Links of the Day:
Television Without Pity: Witty summary / review / running commentary of T:TSSC episodes and of The Terminator. (The "Oh look, life back in the '80s! How quaint!" comments are awesome.)
Introduction to Neil Gaiman's The Endless characters
Wiki: Chiromancy, or palm-reading
The WikiHow Mainpage
scarfman's Doctor Who post on What Broke the Doctor? Follow the linky-links for more interesting stuff.


* TW/oP: Terminator, by Daniel