Confessions of a One-Track Mind

I know, I've been out of it for a few days. I mashed my next-to-little toe on my right foot the other day---just kicked something by accident in bare feet. Fucking meow, as George Carlin used to put it. Today it's still swollen, but not hurting---on the other hand, I haven't put shoes on yet, either.

We reunited Poncho with his mama yesterday---she was hesitant, but came around when she realized that he was collared and leashed and perfectly mellow about it. We're not through with them yet, but they've both had breakthroughs. And another new dog tomorrow, a mini poodle yay!

TV is making me happy. I won't go into specifics, because I'm not in the mood to screw around with LJ-cuts, but Heroes made me squee mightily and spawned slash bunnies like, whoa! White Collar sent me into ecstasies---I was hoping to see Neal in tennis whites, but Peter---! OMG, I've always *liked* Tim DeKay, but I've transcended that---I've reached wildly lusting after!---and clearly I'm going to have to go back and revisit Carnivale. Homina, homina, homina.

There's also the matter of TNT's SPN reruns---breakfast with the boys is the most important part of my day---they've gone through them in order and today was In My Time of Dying. Four seasons later, the foreshadowing hurts sometimes, and oh, those seem like such halcyon days, before Hell and the Apocalypse. I also agree with whoever it was on my f'list who recently noted that the boys seem so much more muscular these days. Uh-huh, practically petite. And I think Sam looked better with the old shaggy haircut. (Am I the only one who thinks you could show movies on Jared's forehead?!)

In a little while, I get to get dressed and work a shift of Kat-sitting. There's a reason I never went into nursing, despite a youthful fondness for Sue Barton and Cherry Ames*; I don't have the nurturing instinct, and I feel horribly awkward. Even carrying on a conversation is strained at this point, because although she'll still respond, her answers usually make it clear that she's having a different conversation than you are. The aphasia/dementia has reached the point where her stories ramble without informing---she told me about her last hospital visit, and if GK hadn't already briefed me, I would've have no idea what she meant. In short, they couldn't drain the fluid from her abdomen, so they have her on diuretics with some success so far.

Leverage tonight, woohoo. Something to look forward to....

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* I had to suppress an evil impulse to cough up Cherry Ames: Hospice Nurse for yuletide. Too much gritty realism would suck at the holidays; unleashing my issues on some unsuspecting recipient is major cockroach kharma.
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Okay, I know I've been rabbiting on about xover_exchange for quite a while now, but the pay-off is here. The stories started going up yesterday, and this morning, I woke to discover to my immense delight that there's a two-part Heroes/Jericho crossover with my name on it, and it's fabulous. (I devoured the first part before leaving for church, but you don't eat a pig like that all at once. I came home and got sucked right back in and sat there bouncing in my chair and clapping.) There's also a terrific Supernatural/X-Files tale by strangevisitor7 with an excellent pre-series Bobby: Monsters vs. Aliens.

I'm telling you, GO to xover_exchange. If my fandoms don't float your boat, there are a total of 50 of them* for your enjoyment, and posting is ongoing for the next couple of weeks. Great talent and lots of variety, what more can you ask for?

*( List of the full 50 fandoms under the cut )

Title: Zinfandel
Authored by: vanillafluffy
Pairing/spoilers: Danko/Irina...maybe.
Rating/Work-safeness: Mature content/Yellow
Approximate word count: 1900
Disclaimer: All hail Tim Kring! (The man is a genius.) Misuse/abuse of drugs is bad. Don't drink and drive. Practice safe sex. Live long and prosper.
Summary: Emile Danko has a mistress who knows him as Jakob. He also knows a shapeshifter who has a twisted sense of humor. The question is, which one is he spending the evening with?

For karaokegal: Happy (belated) Birthday!

( He can’t recall her ever being quite so…purposeful…before. Perhaps it’s the wine, loosening her inhibitions. Or maybe he should grab that cheese knife from the coffee table and bury it in the base of her skull… )

After posting The Kink Meme, I kind of got on a roll.

I snagged it from karaokegal, and ended up writing her a ( Heroes ficlet )

( And then I wrote one for my own list, #'s 14 and 95 )

I have been ambushed by not one, but TWO plot bunnies today, not including the one I should be working on for cream_fudge. The bunnies have been scarce for many months, and NOW they're dogpiling on me?!

Very nice Heroes tonight (which prompted the #2 bunny). Have I mentioned how fervently I'm shipping Sylar/Danko? Because Danko is SUCH a putz, and he really needs to be put in his place, and Sylar is just the guy to do it. (If I tell you that the other tale is a SPN crossover titled "The Ghost of Star's Hollow", that'll probably give you all the info you need to roll your eyes and groan. Yeah, me too.)

This week's SPN is a rerun of After School Special, which doesn't bother me, since I rather fancied the sweet young thing who was Young!Dean. Cougar much, me?

No CSI: Miami because of basketball? Gawd, that's just wrong.

Today was the usual lunch with Kat, after which I raided my piggy bank and put enough cash in my checking account to cover my FPL bill. Then (I was on a roll), I got "prequalified" for a program that's supposed to help hurricane-proof homes...mind you, that was just answering questions so they'd send me an application. Per them, when I send in said application, I go onto a waiting list for God Knows how long. But it's a start.

More writing, and some TV. ( Blah, blah, blah, OMG, Heroes )

I have Too Fast Too Furious on in the background---hey, James Remar and Eva Mendez, these are both Good Things. And this weekend I will be seeing the new F&F and enjoying my boy Vin.

GK arrives tomorrow night and we'll be running around on Wednesday. First taking care of some business for Kat, lunch at Cracker Barrel, and at some point, The Watchmen, yay!

Life is good.

In addition to enjoying the Presidential address, I also had a perfectly lovely time watching Heroes. ( My loyalties have shifted. )

Anyway, now I'm going to go watch Westminster.

I came in to check my emails after Heroes (before going in to watch my DVR of CSI: Miami), and there was an email from GK going "Argh, I've had a techno-malfunction, did you happen to record the pre-show for Heroes?!"

Why, yes. Yes, I did. *grin* There's a reason she keeps hanging out with me...I am something of a media maven.

Miami was highly excellent. The end, oh the slashiness!

Good night!