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The best part about the whole Yuletide thing is scrolling through the list of fandoms and getting excited about finding a Sector General fic, years after the last time I'd even thought about that series.

Fandom! I am powerless before your capacity to make me happy about the smallest of things.

SPN caused giggles, even if the show has become nothing more than excuses for injokes. (The weather's just like Canada, eh? *facepalm*) For all the injokes, however, every minute that Jared and Jensen weren't on screen were about ten times worse than the fake bad movie in the plot.

Speaking of Jared: cute facial expressions throughout.

Seriously. SPN's strength is in its two co-stars. I'm pretty sure they wrote this one to give the J&J Wonder Duo some time off, but it was to the detriment of the episode. There were cute touches, little flashes of awesome (walking into the sunset), but overall? Lackluster. Lackluster crack, which is probably even worse than just the regular kind. Without Sam and Dean much on screen, the episode ended up being mild and cute. Which, hello? SPN? You're about rock and guns and cars. You haven't earned this kind of self-referentiality. It's too cute.

What I liked about the episode is that it's irrefutably canon that Dean loves cracky low-budget horror movies. I always knew Dean was the cool brother.

Other:
1. When you're in the grocery store and you see a box labeled; Delectable organic Scottish biscuits, topped with a thin layer of organic chocolate... you kind of have to buy them. Just on principle. "Delectable organic Scottish biscuits", I ask you?!
2. From the ads, it looks like Hugh Jackman's character in Swordfish is the spiritual twin of Seamus Harper-from-Andromeda. Yes? No?
3. My new crossover OTP: Zoe/John Winchester. vaznetti has written many parts in that 'verse; this is part one. HIGHLY recommended. (Set after Serenity, if there's anyone out there who hasn't seen it yet *koff* piratefanatic.)

Yesterday was spectacularly unusual and also quite satisfying. There was a lot of day in the day. ( Read more... )

Edit: FIC REC: An Undying Passion for Cupcakes by ignipes, Harry Potter AU.
Author's summary: This one is totally AU post-Voldie happily-ever-aftersunshine-and-toe-biting-tulips. I, uh, got a little carried away. Youknow, when you have a little idea, and it's cute like a clownfishdarting through the coral--and then it grows? Tentacles? Fangs?Seaweed dripping all over? The ancient rumbling of Cthulu risingthrough the waves? Yeah. That's what happened. ...and that says it all, really. Happy and touching, just a little hurty in parts and absolutely unfluffy.

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Edit: ( dork moment )

1. Got my copy of KATAMARI DAMACY in the mail when I got home from school. Have made three stars (74 cm) and Cancer (96 crabs). Which is awesome, because when I tried Cancer with firstgold I barely made 8 crabs because I got stuck and discouraged and defeated by the mice.

2. Opened up th'email, found a shipping confirmation for Solarbabies in my inbox. *snerk*. Solarbabies. ....*anticipates*

3. Basingstoke. *hangs head* Andromeda fic. Drunken!Harper fic. *hangs head lower* Andromeda/Pitck Black crossover.

4. Laundry = happened. Socks = clean. Feet = happy. Therefore = WIN.

5. Michael and Dwight? ARE BRINGING SEXYBACK. *dies*

I've been complaining about not being able to find good Heroes fic. But this... *this* is fantastic. :D

Petrelli's Eleven, by hackthis. Heroes AU, In homage and lightly X-overed with Ocean's 11.

It's funny, it's breezy, and a good length (~5500 words)... and if I start on my favourite parts I'll be giving the whole fic away. Go! Read! *nudge nudge*


(Props to underhand_glory for reminding me that hackthis is awesome. WIN!)


EDIT: speaking of fic, I've updated oh_shiny.

I've just spent an hour that I should have used for sleeping in a fruitless search for Heroes fic.

...help? Anyone know of any Heroes fic? At this point, I don't even care if it's *good* fic, just as long as it... fics.

I'd really like today to be like yesterday, which was fun and just random enough. It was a welcome change of pace, a break in the numbing tedium of the Student Triad. (1. research paper, 2. avoid writing paper, 3. write paper and hand it in more-or-less on time). A day on the beach, beautiful scenery, no decisions to make, no brain-bits to think... followed by a few solid hours of procrastination and then off to a dark, red bar that played the House theme. I'd only been up since 6am, but serrico had been going since 5:20 (ye gods!), so the dark was good. Come to think of it, I was the only cast member at the "cast party". Hee! It was an incredibly relaxing denoument for an unexpectedly pleasant day. Not that I didn't expect to have fun, but I didn't expect to enjoy myeslf quite that much.

I'm almost through that giant list of tasks to accomplish. There's just the one paper left, and I'm going to forgo the shame and embarrassment and take the prehistoric laptop with me to the new Starbucks around the corner to gte the monster written. But first I have to incorporate the paper-edits I made last night into the file and watch the movie again. But first I have to make more tea.

And reading Go Fug Yourself is not "making tea". I need a series of other-mes, that will write essays and do dishes and do my freakin' laundry and I'll just euthanize them when they start getting lippy.

...Man, I'm in a mean mood.

And of course instead of doing any of this, I read more fic. More SPN fic. VERY excellent SPN fic, called "Weaver", by superbadgirl. It's gen, it's h/c, and it's Sam-centric. (thucyken: Sam falls down a lot, acts all confused and lost and needs hugs.)

In work-related news, I finished researching/writing the January newletter, to go live mid-January. For anyone who's interested, the November newsletter is up. This coming week I'm going to: build the December newsletter, which'll be my first real encounter with html beyond lj and formatting; do more graphic design work on the shiny-pretty-omg-have-its-little-Apple-babies Mac Pro; and probably get a start on the February newsletter. And PA more filming and timecode the tapes afterwards. I keep thinking about what's coming up rather than what I have to do RIGHT NOW and I'm cold and my eyes are sore and I want to sleep all afternoon but I can't because I've got to watch freakin' The Passion of the Christ before it gets to be too much later so I can FINISH THE DAMN ESSAY and get to bed at a decent hour.

I think I'm finally getting that damn cold I've managed to dodge this entire term. I have a headache the size of Miami, and I'm feeling just as mean. As mean as Miami. Which I've always been frightened of.

ENOUGH. I'm off to reconcile cinematic theology with cinematic violence. Or something. *flails*

ETA: I can spell "November". NOT. *fails*

SPN/VMars xover fic. http://dark-roast.livejournal.com/30054.html?style=mine


edit: http://dark-roast.livejournal.com/43200.html#cutid1 absolute crackfic, in which LOGAN'S SHIRTS TALK TO EACH OTHER. WTF.

Sky High is the best superhero movie ever, bar none. Plus, the DVD is worth picking up for the blooper reel, because Kurt Russell *giggles*. I kid you not. Honest-to-Pete giggles.

I finally (finally!) got around to watching this year's finale of CSI after aoshi said it was good. And it was good. So very, very good. ( CSI babbles )

I found out that the MK Ultra (Vanderslice's early-90s power-pop band) website is still live, and they have all three albums available to download. I'm listening to him sing about something being machine washable. On some planet that might make sense, too! Hee! There's one called "Goodbye, Max!", too.

AAAAaaaaand, I might go to Japan later this month. For reals. :D