Title: Men in Suits (of armor)
Universe: Marvel. Well, my version of it. MarvelISH.
Pairing: More Spidey and Captain America. Because. Well. Because.
Rating: A for AWWdorkable, according to Drel.
POV: This one's acutally first person. I don't know why I always write spidey from first person, but I do. I'm just making a note cause it's odd.
( Men in Suits )
I give you,THE MOST RANDOM IMAGE I HAVE EVER SEEN.
Okay, so it's a link, but I don't like hotlinking, okay?
I wans't even LOOKING for chinchilla OR por- ahh, stock photo's of young ladies.
It's just. I..
I know there's probably more randomness out there.
This is up there, right?
On a side note, I want ot write ficlets. So give me promts. Dosen't have to be fan fiction, I'll take the first ten whatevers.
This little mommy stayed home by Samantha Wilde
Earrings, cuffs and the marketability of anarchist terrorists,
Hyprocriosy, I has it, head aches cold and the common cure.
I'm leaving all that up there so you can see what 'write about this' blog notes to me look like. They look like Falloutboy song titles and LOL cat/ fail blog article headers. Now you know.
Let's break it down, shall we?
( It's raining outside. )
There is a fat little bird outside in the rain, hopping up and down. Little dude! Go be warm!
I sent her this, I think, but I'm posting it now so I can more love out of her. She writes wonderfully flattering reveiws and I'm a bit of a whore when it comes to reveiws so up they go.
(I would like to step aside and say, huh, I've posted quite a bit in the last few days. Strange of me. I'd say I should work on doing that more but it's kinda low priority. Sorry.)
SO! More Sherlock writing stuff.
Sequel/ bit that goes after THIS.
Title: The Accululation of Fee's, Coat Racks and Fishing.
Summary: Another converstation, this time Holmes and Watson.
Rating: Pg-13 again cause it's a good rating nd holmes knows too many large fun words to need very many four letter ones.
( All things were theoretically possible, if not probable. )
*Who played the most fabulous Orochimaru I have ever seen to the most fucked up Kabuto I could think of in a now defunct RP forum.
Hadn't eatten much all day.
Got home. Had diddly prepared.
So! I microwaved a sweet potato.
And put it in the food processor.
And threw in an egg.
Added flour until it was a dough but it was still really sticky. Get ambtious and toss in lemon zest and some fresh from the fruit tangerine juice.
Cold water on hands, flour on cutting board. Dough gets rolled out, cut into little pillows, thrown into boiling water.
When they're done they float. I used a spider to get them out, drained them and tossed them into a drying pan with a touch of butter.
Then, tada! I get to enjoy fabulous citrus sweet potato gnocchi!
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Today, on my day off, I helped a friend do something she was doing for another friend.
There is sooo much wrong with me. On the plus side they were little, couldn't talk, didn't mind me and were easy to sling around. Also the friend owes me lunch now.
On an unrelated note, go see Sherlock Holmes. Just do it. Enjoyed the cutest damn couple ever. It's got me writing fic, dammit, and Sherlock makes a highly educated asshole of a muse. (see earlier post).
I've read all the original writings, it was a while ago but Im going to reread them. I have this very clear memory of being ridiculously pleased with myself because out of, oh, something like fiftyseven mysteries, I solved ONE myself. The very last one, with the deadman at the seaside.
It was also my first thousand page book.
I recommend the books and the movie.
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I blame Nezu, because I can.
Movieverse Sherlock Holmes Drabble.
Title: I know you know, did you know that? (If you've got something better go one and tell me)
Charecters/Summary: Mary and Sherlock have a quick discussion.
Rating: They're just talking you perverts! ... pg-13 cause it's me.
( A Note on Acceptance )
Edit: Huh. This was supposed to be a slightly rantly post where I vented about a double parked lexus with one one, not two, but THREE asshole bumperstickers on it (Prop eight, and two 'let's poke holes in Alaska' bits of trash)
But it's not.
So I'll post falling christmas tree images instead.
( IT TOOK FOUR HOURS TO CLEAN. ).app.
There's snow on the mountain's in three directions, clouds cling to the sharp tips like freshly carded wool. The Sky's clear and bright, directly above though, spent and scrubbed by the irregular downpour.
Rain's rare here, the landscaping isn't designed for it, yesterday was marked by deep puddles, small damp and above all confused birds huddling in what dry they could find.
The building are not designed for it either, covered entryways are designed to limit the sun that get's in, not liquid. Liquid dosne't leak from the sky here, those cloud raking mountain's hold it in, keep the dense heavy rainbearing clouds corraled where the bleat uselessly and bleed to death on San Deigo. People going into stores have a shawl of raindrops as they wonder where, exactly, they put the umbrella's.
(Confession: I myself was greeted at the door by my father asking if I'd used the one that was in the passenger side of the truck.)
Driving, you can see Big Bear, it's white dipped, the skier's will be happy. there's already been snow on those peacks, but this fall with result in days off, in S.U.V.'s with boards and stick on top, jackets on the inside as people rearrange their weekend plans gleefully.
The puddles still linger here, it's the drainage again, it's the reason we have washes, the reason that every year until they built the bridge the road would get demolished and rebuilt, a layer of concrete and tar on huge pipes that were never long for this earth. Now the road is safer on towering stilletto's of concrete, safe and secure.
No. Calling them plot twists is seriously unfair to all the quality plot out there getting honestly twisted. I've seen episodes of Blue's Clues with more surprises. (Particularly the episode where you find out Steve is going to college, never to return. Since I believe Blue's Clues is a sort of complicated metaphor for an insane asylum, watching the lead inmate leave to live a normal life was quiet touching. Look, I'm a nanny, I've seen a LOT of Blue's Clues; I had to think of SOMETHING to keep from going mad.)
I'm going to be honest, I went to see this for Rain and violence. If you, like me, are a fan of Rain wandering around a set being sex-on-a-stick while in various stages of not really dressed, then I heartily recommend this movie. If you, like me, are a fan of violent scenes that are so over the top they wander into the Looney Tunes world of falling anvils and scattered limbs? Then I recommend this movie.
If you prefer meaningful films with deep, well-rounded characters, violence, good acting, sculpted abs and rad effects...
Go watch Fight Club. I'll wait.
Still good, isn't it?
On a side note, in the previews there was a review for a movie called Youth in Revolt, which looks like a Fight Club you don't have to watch twice. Since it is probably both Norton and Pitt-free, and instead has two Michel Ceras, I'll let you do the math there.
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It was AWFUL, but it was awful the way deep fried jalapenos and Krispy-Kreme hamburgers are bad. Tasty, tasty empty calories.
Nezu and I recommend going to see it, because Rain should be allowed to do more shirtless laundry in movies, and we don't care how much it costs to hire a crew to follow him around with a mister bottle full of oil.
We REALLY recommend smuggling in a bottle of your favorite spirit and liberally spiking your four-dollar soda with it. For starters, with a liberal amount of mental lubrication, you won't mind paying as much for a snack as you would for a meal at Burger King.
Secondly, the drinking game'd be easy.
Dead guy, take a drink. Black sand, take a drink. Limb hits the ground? Take a drink. Gouts of CGI blood? Take a drink. Rain's abs? Take a drink. Flashback? Take a drink. Every time the OMG SO BAD dialogue makes you snort? Wait till you calm down, and take a drink.
You should probably just pick, like, a few of those though, or you'll drink yourself to death.
(Real life notes: Thanksgiving was VERY good, it's been a fun week.)
(Other note: Also posted at guntotinglesbo )
(also, apparently the officers name is Keith Urban, which gives me no end of deeply amused Glee for a variety of geeky reasons)
LOOOK ANOTHER KITTY!
She's used up all of her snuggles, and is now a mean little bitch but still. Awww and all that.
NOW FOR THE OTHER PART.
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But only in bizarro land.
In bizarro land, centerpunching a PT Cruiser is a good thing! And I have to beleive I'm in Bizarro land, because only in bizarro land can I center punch another car, and still not be at fault.
(Note: everyone's alive, no one's hurt but my poor car!*)
Oh yes! You see, boys and girls, when the blue focus has the RIGHT OF WAY AND NO STOP SIGNS you do NOT pull a slow californian roll in front of it.**
Unless your in bizarro land.
Anyway. I'm insured. Life will go on. Fuck, I don't know how i"m gonna manage thanksgiving but I'll either just be here for it till I get my car *** sorted out.
All other attempts by others to win at life in bizarro land are disqualified for at LEAST a day.
You tell yourself, "I am so happy, but I am not as happy as Momo, she am so happy to have won at life today, I am in second place".
Now I'm going to go eat my soup. Did I mention the part where I'd literally only gone out to pick up two cans of coconut milk?
They hardly seem worth it.
*her car can still drive.
** A californian roll is when you cruise up to a stop sign, decide it's clear, and go without actually stopping. The KEY WORD THERE is CLEAR. If you roll in FRONT OF ME you are DOING IT WRONG.
ONE MORE THING: UNIVERSE! When I said I felt like I should post more I DIDN'T want it to be shit like this!
Sitting in Barnes and Nobel, feeling stress sick, and puttering on iPod . Am here so early because didn't wan to be in house anymore. This week need to clean and pack and pack and clean, change
Oil in car pay registration, pay mom, and not go insane. The last one can be the tricky one. Debating coffee. Rambling. Testing out this app. Had it a while but never used it before.
Stress sick for me is always almost a bellyache. I'll probably get ulcers someday.
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It's a stupid fact to restated but, I'm feeling lazy and I have a bit of a lingering head ache so up it stays.
The point is this is apparently the bit of the cycle where I don't quiet recognize the woman in the mirror, but she is a woman and she looks damn near respectable.
That's always almost spooky.
In foodie news!
Acorn squash mashed with coconut milk is a Good Idea, and if you add curry powder, honey, and a few other things to it, you have a thick curry sauce that you could probably dump on anything.
I dumped it on garlic fried chicken thighs and eggplant, but, hell, Tofu, steamed vegetables, rice. Anything.