Shut Up, and Let Me See Your Jazz Hands

I still have a bunch of Halloween-ish songs uploaded at Box.

I actually need to add some more on there, but tonight I am busy setting up my replacement Kindle.

Also, WHY did no one rec me Enemy Mine? Harry/Marcone and SO LONG and PLOTTY - I totally do not care if it's not as great as other things the road to hell is paved with or Choices. Or Near Miss or that one with the fill collection. I am totally putting it just below The Most Dangerous Thing and just above The Affairs of Wizards and Besieging Omelas. (I will always be sad that those + thehoyden's fic + lightgetsin's stories basically comprise my Dresden fandom experience. IT SO GREAT; WHY DO MORE PEOPLE NOT JUMP ON THIS. THERE SHOULD BE A HUNDRED FICS ON MY MENTAL LIST, NOT, WHAT, TWENTY-FIVE?

BLAH, BLAH, UNIVERSE IS UNFAIR. GO READ THE FIC.)

I DESPERATELY NEED SOMEONE TO MAKE A XANDER VID TO THE GIRL OF MY DREAMS IS GIVING ME NIGHTMARES. XANDER + FAITH + ANYA + BUFFY + WILLOW = IT WOULD MAKE MY LIFE.

OH, OH, OR WES/LILAH! ALICE/CARLOS! VID IT IN EVERY FANDOM EVER, BECAUSE SHE'S GOT STYLE, SHE'S GOT VIOLENT WAYS ABOUT HER! SHE'S GOT ME SO THAT I CAN'T DREAM WITHOUT HER! SHE'S GIVING ME NIGHTMARES!

Also I want a girl to cover that song, but that's even less likely.

ALSO A SARAH/JARETH VID, but mostly just for that line about dreaming of peaches.

Okay, country music. I loved it, I avoided it, I was forced back into it, I love it again. Let me tell you why.

1. ( Regional pride. )

2. ( Storytelling (and stealth fanfic). )

3. ( Comeuppance! )

4. ( Fiddles. )

5. ( Awesome drinking songs. )

6. ( Johnny Cash. )

7. ( Songs about the working class. )

8. ( Awesome ladies. )

9. ( Songs about soldiers, not about war. )

10. ( Je ne sais quoi? )

Note: Links go to YouTube for videos and Lala for streaming music; some will eventually be replaced by mp3s @ Box, but right now, the internet hates me and I've already put off this post for two days trying to get the files up, so. *hands*

Yours (The Earth And All That's In It) - Sheldon/Penny (Leonard/Penny, Sheldon/Leslie Winkler) - The Big Bang Theory.

GUYS. IT IS BBT APOCAFIC WITH TIME TRAVEL AND PINING. IT'S PRACTICALLY DESIGNED TO MAKE ME CAPSLOCK.

Leslie's still in love with Leonard. She has been for over a decade. She told him when they first slept together and she tells him whenever he checks. Sheldon envies her that honesty, that certainty, the way she can just say matter-of-factly I still love Leonard Hofstadter. I probably always will.

"Leslie?"

"Uh?"

"Do you still love -"

She cuts in tiredly, "I still love Leonard Hofstadter, and probably always will."

"Leslie?"

"What?"

He says for the first time, "Can you ask me the same thing?"

She blinks at him in surprise. Glasses off, she looks so vulnerable and young, still. She's pretty, but Sheldon's never felt it.

"Uh," Leslie says. "Do you, are you...uh?"

Sheldon bites his lip. Disturbs the universe. Dares.

"I still love Penny Hofstadter," he says, "And probably always will."

But also: 72 Days and Counting - Miranda/Andy - The Devil Wears Prada. Also time travel - well, time loops - and ALSO amazing. Miranda is a stone-cold badass, guys, of course she can foil 18 kinds of shenanigans in one morning, especially if you let her practice up.

Well, at least this was one potential benefit of her very strange Thursday.

Actually, perhaps this was the benefit: Miranda had been very consciously not thinking about the whys and wherefores of her predicament, but mere insanity seemed too simple an explanation and a city-wide conspiracy too unlikely. Perhaps the universe was finally giving her a break, finally allowing her to fix mistakes before they were made instead of constantly running after problems with Band Aids and salve.

Either way, there was no way out but forward.

And also: The Most Dangerous Thing - Harry/Marcone - The Dresden Files. Harry and Marcone are TOTALLY accidentally married, you guys.

ALSO, ALSO: This song is fantastic!



I like this type of moody male vocals anyway (hi, VAST!), but especially when it's in the form of a sad song about a douchebag saying he loves you and sneaking out while you're asleep.

You told me you loved me -
I know where and when.
Come sunrise, surprise, surprise,
The joke's on me again.

I am digging the new Say Anything, esp. Do Better, Hate Everything, Property, and Death For My Birthday.

At this point, I would PAY someone to organize these files for me. Imagine the sheer amount of stuff accumulated over the roughly five years I have been saving and hoarding basically every fic I have ever read/wanted to read/saw and thought "hey, maybe I'll be in that fandom someday, and when I am, won't I be pissed if I don't have anything to read?" (my SOP is apparently to assume fandom as a whole may someday trundle off to the Undying Lands or some shit and leave me behind with only my archives to fall back on? IDK, early in my fannish development there was about a month where every site/author I loved most disappeared from the face of the internet; I have TRAUMA, okay), plus all the blog posts and rec lists and episode reviews and primers and fannish etcetera. Those 4000-mumblety fics I've recced? DROP IN THE BUCKET.

Then remember that this hoarding has been spread over three computers (not counting new-computer), one external drive, and four memory sticks (when back in the year+ of No Internet Access, I had to use a public computer, save everything down that I could, and dump it, sight unseen, onto my desktop at home; repeat near-daily), all haphazardly combined on this one (buggy and increasingly eccentric) machine (which has no functioning search option...yeah).

It all = I could have the best story since the Sacrifices Arc saved somewhere on this thing and never know it. And I'm afraid to delete anything because I know for a fact that several dozen of these stories are no longer available online.

!!!!!!!

Okay, and on another note, it's a little weird for me that Beautiful Garbage has become my favorite of the band's albums, when I owned it for more than a year before I even listened to it all the way through.

Also, HEY, does anybody have any Sentinel recs? Especially Sentinels-are-known AUs, they are like delicious candy that has been rolled in crack. Possibly candy made from tears (most sadistic saltwater taffy ever?), considering how often they are also "horrifying dystopia and/or slave AUs". NEED MORE BLESSED PROTECTOR, PLEASE. Like, I'll read episode-related fic? But I have seen all of an ep and a half (...I had to see the spirit-merge for myself - and shockingly, it was somehow even more homoerotic than you guys had described; basically, I recommend watching just those five minutes, becuase, WOW). But I really love the nuts-and-bolts examination of Sentinels and Guides (hi, LOGISTICS).

( Music I've been digging lately )

Tomorrow: comedy! Or possibly fic recs. WE SHALL SEE.

Normally this would be an SIC post, but that would involve googling French and I don't want to.

( Bandom, Harry Potter, bandom, television, fandom, bandom, books, Queer As Folk, Harry Potter, bandom, Harry Potter... )

Merlin/Arthur vid to Say Anything's "Walk Through Hell", y/mfy?

( Lyrics under the cut )

RL stuff: I finally fixed the problem with my debit card! Apparently, they stopped the card because of "suspicious activity" (read = bought porn on the internet).

My dad horrified me today by mentioning that when I buy new tires, I shouldn't get the 70,000 mile ones, because the car won't last that long. I don't want a new car! I wanna keep my Oldsmobile! American-made and able to take crazy punishment! Y'know, except for the automatic windows.

I've been upgraded from "temporary" to "permanent" at Atwoods. Yay for avoiding another job hunt. And it's not a bad job. I'd just like it more if I could sit down now and then. And if there was more to do. Though that might not be a problem for long if they end up putting me in charge of the greenhouse. On the plus side, I'd go to full-time and I'd be plenty busy. On the minus side, it'd be 8 - 5 all the time, it's outside (freezing for two months, sweltering for three), and I'm not actually that good with plants.

In other news, I've been into original fic lately and good christ, some of this stuff! I ended up following Parhelion over to Torquere Press and bought this novel, Bite? I was all excited, "Anton loves a well-prepared steak. That's all he's hoping for when he meets Greg, his new live-in chef. Flamboyant and confident, Greg attracts Anton immediately, and he finds himself wanting to know Greg better. Much better.
It's not just a normal attraction for Anton. He's an unusual man, with unusual desires, and Greg seems to be filling a place in Anton's life that he's never explored. Anton prefers to be a civilized man and not let his werewolf self run free, but it’s the wolf that wants to claim Greg for a mate.
Someone disapproves of Anton's relationship with Greg. Someone close to Anton, someone inside his carefully controlled household. As he and Greg come closer and closer to mating for life, the danger gets nearer, forcing them to depend on each other to stay safe, and for Greg to stay sane.
Can Anton convince Greg that his wolf would never hurt him and keep Greg safe from the menace outside their relationship, too? Sexy, razor sharp and fast-paced, Bite will keep your heart racing!", it's number one on their little bestsellers list. I go in looking for gay werewolf romance with hot porn and what do I get? Mediocre, lube-optional porn with patina of werewolf.

The PsyCop series is good, though. I just want more of the good and less of the bad/mediocre/horrifying (don't get me started on the time-stream-as-merry-go-round story).

So if anyone has tips/recs/links, please? Pretty, pretty please? Especially if there's cowboys. I'm stuck listening to country all day, I start getting a rodeo yen.

Speaking of, this song? Ridiculous awesome. "I'm goin' home, gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door and light a cigarette
If he wants a fight well now he's got one
And he ain't seen me crazy yet
He slapped my face and he shook me like a rag doll
Don't that sound like a real man
I'm going to show him what a little girls made of
Gunpowder and lead " and "His fist is big but my gun's bigger
He'll find out when I pull the trigger"? Awesome.

Am I crazy, or is Booth's boss the same guy who played Admiral Chegwidden on JAG? Hey! I can check that! Awesome!

Dude, I totally called that that was an ear. Roundish piece of cartilage? Ear.

Angela's lived in at least six countries.

OMG, she's married? What?

Aw, when she's questioned about her job, one of the first things she thinks of is that Brennan needs her.

I wanna see Two Guys and a Girl again. Sorry, that's not the non sequitur it seems. The "security expert" or whatever played - Ashley? - the cold, angry doctor that slept with Berg and Pete.

I find the very premise of Final Destination ludicrous and I'm horrified that there is one sequel, let alone two. Viewing public, I despair of you, I really do.

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!!!

Brennan has a number memorized that gets her immediate access to somebody with scary government powers! The power to turn Pickering quiet and shell-shocked in under thirty seconds, for one.

"I'm to remain here until someone comes to destroy my notes." If Hodgins gets wind of this, he will never shut up.

Also, I kind of heart Zack's weird logical response-thing. He accepts that he's emotionally retarded, so he has a list of people to double-check important judgement calls with. I was going to mention that earlier, since I dig chronology, but I got distracted.

The tiny child actor rocks, btw. He's on for two minutes and I'm all "omg, tiny child, don't cry! you're safe now!".

And it sounds callous, but if you have to be kidnapped and maimed, it's best you lose a finger from the left hand. Unless you're left-handed, but that's a statistical improbability. Not, y'know, a remote probability, but it's only one in ten. Which, random fact, is the number of pregnancies wherein one twin spontaneously absorbs the other.

Yep. One in ten pregnancies with fraternal twins ends in cannibal fetus.

I have no idea what song this is that they're playing on CSI, but I desperately want it. "My body is your body/I won't tell anybody/If you want to use my body/Go for it." Some guy singing, sounds familiar, but really, I have no idea.

You have to be pretty whacked to snipe somebody with a bow and arrow.

What is with Danny? He was a musician, he had the thing with the Tanglewood Boys, and wasn't there something about baseball? It's interesting, is what I'm saying. Getting backstory on these people is weird. You learn bunches for the lead CSI, but for everybody else, the info is strange and scattered.

I wanna know more about musician!Danny.

I heart the gangly coroner. Sid, I think his name is.

Okay, the little snigger's cute. It shouldn't be, but it is.

You know who I always think of when I think "snigger"? Muttley. You know, that grey dog who sniggered all the time. From the...Hana-Barbera cartoons? I think I remember him being in Yogi Bear and the Spruce Goose, and that was Hana-Barbera.

You know, I'd like to live abroad some day, but I'd have to live in an English-speaking country. ...Travel commercial.

If this is a mosaic of all Carlo's girls, it's going to be awesome.

Dammit. Now I want threesome fic with Mac, Danny, and that new CSI-girl. Because she and Danny popped up at Mac's secret gig. They could be his groupies! Shut up. I like the threesomes. There should be more of them.

Oh, come on! Spell check claims that gangly isn't a word. I hate this spell check. It's dumb.

ETA:

Aha! It's We Are Scientists' "Nobody Move, Nobody Get Hurt". You can listen to it here.

If someone could find me this song in, y'know, song format, I would love them forever. Because I'm currently just listening to it via fanvid.

And, FYI, this is the best song EVER for Irons/Sara (Witchblade, yo). And yeurgh, I'd completely blocked the creepy threesome thing from my mind. You know, where Sara has sex with Conchobar and Irons is across town, writhing, because he can feel it.

That is a creepy, creepy man, people.

I miss Witchblade. Damn you, Yancy Butler, you and your alcoholism, which doomed my show.

Speaking of shows canceled too soon...I have spent the last couple days watching Dark Angel. I want Dark Angel fic. But most of the fic for it that I've read, I read before I learned the value of bookmarking. So I'll probably never find that massive Max/Alec story with stalker!Logan and the squirrels again. But I've still got email alerts for the one with the unexpected pregnancy!

That's right, it's het. Dark Angel is the show I can't slash. Well, okay, I have the one slash story saved, but I haven't read it. And it seemed more like a kind of threesome thing, anyway.

Mmmm, Max/Alec/Logan. That I could go for.

Really. I will pay money. Or, alternatively, pay in kind.

And I've read a couple of Max/Original Cindy fics. But! Canon lesbian! In a sci-fi show! That's rare enough that I practically have to read at least a couple of fics with her.

But mostly, I'm a het fangirl on this one. Which you will hear more about later.

Because I have had Thoughts.

And these Thoughts have led me to write Things. And plan to write more Things.

I'm going to do a "10 Things I Love About..." series. Because 1) I love things and wish to give other people reasons to love these things, and 2) I can.

So far, the list of things I'm writing about it (in no particular order): Dark Angel, Stargate Atlantis, Firefly, All My Children, Clue: the Movie, Farscape, Titus, NCIS, House, BtVS, Alyssa, the Internet, Grey's Anatomy, Jake 2.0, Dena, Oklahoma, my family, Richard, Veronica Mars, Good Omens, Night World series, NUMB3RS, Popular, Scrubs, Fastlane, The West Wing, Smoke & Shadows/Smoke & Mirrors, Covenants, Two Guys & a Girl, Honor Harrington series, science fiction, Ukiah Oregon series, Harry Dresden books, Vorkosigan series, Expendable series, and the Discworld books.

Possibly there will be others, and possibly I won't be able to come up with ten things for all of these. But I have the Dark Angel one done! I just have to type it.

Let's see, what else.

I am emphatically not a self-starter. I've been trying to convince myself to go buy milk for the last three weeks. But I have to drive all the way over to the Albertson's on Broadway because nothing closer carries Hiland milk. And I won't buy anything but (not after the disasters I've had with Borden milk; yeegh, chocolate/canadian bacon milk).

I did finally pick up (a little) and take out the trash (most of it). And I threw out the old milk (and discovered that I'd been accidentally making cheese).

My computer's gone mad. It has to be a virus. I've defragged the hard drive and cleared out the spyware and still, it is mad. I also tried scanning for a virus, but Norton lies to me, lies like a bigamist priest. If anyone knows how I could maybe fix it, I'd appreciate a hint. Because this is driving me mad. Especially as I have about a billion new songs I want to listen to, and can't.

My love of country has revived once more. Downloaded a bunch of Garth Brooks and Toby Keith, a little Tim MacGraw, some Hank Williams, Jr. A couple of girl country singers (basically two songs, Strawberry Wine and The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia). Have yet to successfully download the song I want most - Mama's in the Graveyard, Papa's in the Pen. It has a cheating wife and a killer trucker. It's the best country song ever.

I like old country, the country that tells a story. And I don't want that story to be about God or your children. I want cheating wives and drinking and bloody vengeance (all of which can be found in The Night the Lights Went Out in Georgia - and also, there's a lynching). Or, Don't Take the Girl, which is horribly sad and yet, awesome.

I've been dreaming a lot lately. It's weird.

And I've added a whole new kind of chest pains to the list of "things I should probably see a doctor about, but won't". These don't radiate like the others, they just stick in the one spot, just left of my sternum, and it feels...above the ribs, if that makes sense.

I'm considering pushing my departure for home off another day. I don't think I'll be able to stay down there that long. At least after Christmas I'll have stuff to do. If I went down there now, I'd just be bored out of my skull. Well, bored out of my skull after the first fifteen hours in front of the beautiful, beautiful satellite TV. And the less I'm down there, the less likely I'll have a fight with Dad.