The Minutiae of Life as a Militant Squirrel

Actually, I spent Snowzilla 2010 curled up on the couch with my shiny new baby laptop, writing fic, as one does.

I have this J2 story that's been languishing since April 16, 2008.

Finally finished a whole mess of connecting stuff and wrote what I happen to think is a pretty hot sex scene.

Of course, the boys aren't done struggling through their crisis yet, so their "morning-after" argument could be best summed up like this:

JENSEN: YOU SAID THAT YOU WERE MINE, THAT YOU’D ALWAYS BEEN MINE.

JARED: I WAS CAUGHT UP IN THE MOMENT. ALSO, HELLO, ABOUT TO GET LAID, NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANYTHING I SAID.

JENSEN: FUCKER.

*snerk*

Anyway, it is now, basically, about two scenes from FINALLY FUCKING FINISHED, at which point I will give myself permission to start the SPN / Leverage crossover AU that's been tickling my fancy.

And the SGA Eighties high school McShep is now, also, only about one, possibly two, chapters away from an ending, yay! And then I can start the White Collar apocalyptic futurefic that I dreamed up the other night while under the influence of far too much Bailey's Irish Cream.

What can I say. Whiskey, apparently, not only makes me angry . . . it makes me write apocafic.

Go figure.

As long as I'm writing, I don't fucking care.

I'm so embarrassed that it takes me so long to finish anything. I'm way too easily distracted by shiny new ideas, and unfortunately for me, the way I write has always been dependent upon inspiration rather than perspiration, so if the muses fuck off for vacation in Tahiti, I'm fucked, too.

Let's hope this little spate of productivity continues for a bit, shall we?

Holy fucking shit, look what I wrote in 90 minutes. And it's complete, too!

I think I love the Write Or Die website.

Leverage, R for violence, gen. Mild spoilers for "The 12-Step Job".

( Ain’t Been Sober Since Maybe October )

Unbetaed, so feel free to criticize, folks.

A little disappointed am I in Leverage 1:8, "The Mile High Job". It gave me a sense that the characters were out of their element, and because of that, I felt the episode lacked cohesion. Also, what was the point with the Genogrow security specialist being on board the plane? Why was he earmarked for liquidation? I get the accountant chick . . . that makes sense. I think I'm missing something and I need to re-watch the ep.

Nate and Sophie are becoming a bit predictable, though. I keep shouting at the screen, "Would you just *fuck* already!"

Of course, I loved Spencer as an air marshal. *snerk*

Message to Christian Kane: No, the fucking idiotic soul patch does NOT make you look badass; it makes you look STUPID. Shave, for God's sake. Also, a long blunt haircut is no one's friend, especially yours. Again with the stupid. CUT YOUR GODDAMN HAIR.

I want to write an SPN / Leverage crossover wherein Spencer tangles with the Winchester brothers over an artifact. I am trying VERY HARD not to start it until I finish something else in my WiPs folder.

Last night I watched Criminal Minds for the first time in eons and enjoyed it immensely. Though I didn't know Mandy Patinkin had left the show and I kept saying, "What is Joe Montegna *doing* here?"

I was rooting for the family of serial killers to escape, but the ending was pretty cool anyway. That other kid, at the very end, though, was FUCKING CREEPY-LOOKING, what with the bug eyes and all.

Anybody else notice that the second girl they swiped was played by the girl who played child-Lilith in SPN "No Rest For The Wicked" and "Yellow Fever"? It must have been SPN-alumni night, because Madison showed up on CSI: NY, also. And I spotted someone else on yet another show, but now I can't remember who it was or what role he played.

I rewatched SPN "Heaven and Hell" and was struck all over again by how silly the sex seemed. Dean has had more chemistry with a CHEESEBURGER than he did with Anna . . . though I do not object whatsoever to the gratuitous shirtlessness. I've always had a thing for shoulders and arms and hands on a guy, and now I can add "Jensen Ackles' naked back" to the list of THINGS THAT TURN ME ON INSTANTLY. Music choice for seduction, though? SERIOUSLY LAME.

I saw some of the stills from My Bloody Valentine recently, and I'm surprised to say that I think Jensen might be working out a bit too much. He's starting to look kind of . . . uneven. You know, out-of-proportion. Awesome under clothes, but a little weird out of them.

Still, the pretty kind of makes up for it.

And I also saw an episode of Bones, which I ( surprisingly ) enjoyed. I'd watched the pilot when it premiered, been vastly disappointed, and never bothered with it again. But this episode was funny and snarky and quite entertaining! Amanda has the whole series on DVD, so I might borrow it from her and get caught up.

Just what I need, another show to follow. GODDAMMIT.

My supervisor just informed me that the latest issue of TV Guide says that this is the final season for Prison Break. This is most disappointing! Still, TV Guide has been known to be wrong, and I can certainly understand that the writers may have milked the concept for all it's worth.

I will miss my Monday-night eye candy, though. *sighs*

Seems like that's it for now! I'm sure I'll think of more to say, as soon as I hit POST.

....... or maybe that's just Eliot. Huh.

But seriously, this show is fucking funny. I just rewatched The Two-Horse Job and most of The Miracle Job . . . my love for these episodes HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH CHRISTIAN KANE.

Really. Honest.

You don't actually believe me, do you?

Damn.

You know what's weird? Usually when I have sex dreams about someone from tv that I'm crushing on, it's about the character. Christian Kane is the only actor that I dream about persistently.

Last night it had something to do with . . . you know, I have no idea. All I remember is that he used up almost all the hot water and I had to wash my hair in cold, so when I came out of the bathroom all wrapped up in my warm and fuzzy chenille robe, I climbed up onto his lap and dripped cold water onto his face, wringing it out of my hair as he laughed and batted at my hands.

And then for some reason, he wanted to order Pizza Hut, which completely baffles me. Pizza has no place in a sex dream!

Well, maybe after the sex is finished. Then pizza is good.

Dammit, now I'm hungry.

Hm, I don't really remember what else happened in the dream. Something about sleek black leather chairs and my purple penguin pajamas. DO NOT JUDGE.

I'm the only person I know who can turn a sexy furniture dream into flannel pajamas and pizza.

*sigh*

Oh well. Better luck next dream.

MERRY CHRISTMAS FLIST!!!!