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And that's all I have to say about that.


Much to my amazement, I am completely in love with today's episode of Merlin. I was dreading it, actually considered not watching it at all, but I'm so glad I did. I can't remember the last time I enjoyed this show so much.

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drive-by Sherlock fic recs

Four fantastic Sherlock fics -- the sort you'll want to read three or four times each to relive all the wonderfully rendered small moments of brilliance. Oh, new fandom. You are so shiny.

don't ever look back by Anon. Molly/Sherlock, PG-13.

Precipitation by orange_crushed. John/Sherlock, PG.

Theory and Practice by Anon. John/Sherlock, PG-13, His Dark Materials fusion.

Structural Color by solsticezero. Gen, G. 


women seem wicked, when you're unwanted.

Every once in a while you come across a fanwork that perfectly sums up your view of the original text, and oh, is this vid by charmax a perfect example of that. Pay particular attention to its treatment of Sherlock's minor and female characters; it made me flap my hands in giddiness.

Also, at some point today I'm going to make myself sit down and make a list of all my WIP and unposted fics, and then I am going to make a plan. A plan to finish things, so I can stop obsessing about them.
Two commentaries promised in this meme! I quite enjoyed doing these, brief as they are, and I'd be happy to do more. Though after these you might all wash your hands of me; it's hard to say.

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In other news, I've been compulsively listening to Bowie's Life on Mars on repeat for the last two hours, and every two minutes or so I get intensely teary and emotional about SAM TYLER and GENE HUNT and THAT BEAUTIFUL SHOW. In a few minutes I intend to switch over to Ashes to Ashes and OH ALEX DRAKE I LOVE YOU LIKE BREATHING.

I might be a little premenstrual. Just a smidge. 

but seriously. I want my toothpaste.

I did not, in fact, die of moving. My stuff is still dumped in a nightmare jumble all over the room, I can't find my toothpaste, and my dresser is blocked by about two tons of books, but all my shit is here, not there, and I think that counts as a success, don't you? To celebrate: a meme, nabbed from vega_ofthe_lyre!

Pick a paragraph (or any passage less than 500 words) from any fanfic I've written, and comment to this post with that selection. I will then give you a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what's going on in the character's heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the fic, lots of awful puns, and anything else that you'd expect to find on a DVD commentary track.


No, not really. But still -- the idea has quite arrested me.
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stunning Sherlock vid rec.

Poison Prince by theanonsisters. Watch it. Watch it now.

I can't believe I'm posting twice in one day. Who am I?

(On an unrelated note: I'm supposed to be moving out of my wonderful, wonderful house in two days and into a little place in the 'burbs -- with my mother. Whom I adore, but haven't lived with since I was fourteen. My reluctance to leave this place has manifested itself as - surprise surprise - INTENSE PROCRASTINATION. And so while I'm supposed to be out of here on the first, I have done absolutely nothing about it. I am screwed.)  

random thought of the day:

If someone doesn't make a freakin' amazing biopic about the life of Eartha Kitt, and soon, I will be deeply annoyed and disappointed.

You just don't get more badass than Eartha. Her life story has it all -- drama, heartbreak, Harlem, Paris. Dancing, singing, Batman, Orson Welles. For god's sake, the woman made Lady Bird Johnson cry at a White House luncheon. (The first lady asked Kitt what she thought about the Vietnam War, and Kitt said, "You send the best of this country off to be shot and maimed. No wonder the kids rebel and take pot." TALK ABOUT TELLING TRUTH TO POWER, HELLO AWESOME.) 

She was blacklisted in the States for years (had her phones tapped and her house bugged and everything -- overreact much, LBJ?) and then returned triumphant after years of success in Europe, and then continued to be consistently badass, talented, and generally fabulous until her death of colon cancer in 2008.

Think of the music. Of the purring. Of the badassedness. And if no one else writes it, dammit, I will.

oh, fiction.

Easy to research: How one becomes a forensic pathologist in Great Britain.

Not so easy to research: How one becomes a widely-feared criminal mastermind in Great Britain.

(I fell asleep at eight o'clock tonight, and woke just a few minutes ago at one thirty in the morning. My dog, his nocturnal schedule now equally confused, has begun hunting imaginary flies.

It's going to be a long night.)