Confessions of a One-Track Mind

As we know, Fluffy hasn't been writing a lot of fic lately. This tale, however, has been patiently waiting for me to scribe it for a few years now, so I finally obliged.

Here for your birthday pleasure, dear karaokegal, is a bit of backstory: ( The Man in the Boat, or, How Jools Siviter Came to Be Recruited by MI-6 )

So here we are, September 9th 2009. My 49th birthday.

Weight: 314.5 pounds. Unemployed. Single.

Good deed for the day: Took Kat for MRI. Also found her gas at $2.39 per gallon.

Had lunch at Steak'n'Shake. Brought Kat home and made sure she had daily meds. Made sure I had lotto ticket for tonight, as becoming rich would start off my 49th year very nicely indeed.

Returned home to find gift from StormValkrie on front doorstep: Chocolates by Ghiradelli and Feraud-Rocher. (Have already dispatched half the Ghiradelli. Good stuff!)

Have received online/email greetings from the following: alumni association, insurance agent, TUT.com, Red and ang5fam, who sent me a YouTube link to "Birthday" by the Beatles. In addition, I got shout-outs from sister birthday girl ruric, jdsgirlbev (A giraffe on waterskis, NOT something you see every day!), rivers_bend (A pink and green cake with big red clown noses, wow!), starhawk2005 (A cake with a rubber ducky on top.) pwcorgigirl (A JDM pic---a smile and a strategically placed bow indeed!---and Jools fic), and from karaokegal (Who knows my ambition is to be a queen-sized 40's pin-up queen, hence her choice of picture, a Chase fic titled "The Cougar and the Wombat".

Watched President Obama's address and wept. I'm still getting used to the idea of having a Leader who's intelligent, articulate and whom I trust. I was especially enthused when he very pointedly said that If you currently have insurance, nothing about it will change.* HELLO! I hope a certain person I know who was bitching about that recently was listening and took that to heart. I don't know where that individual got the misinformation they got, but take a deep breath and RELAX. You and Dr BA are safe.

And now, I'm going to watch Leverage (DVR'ed) and go beddy-bye. It's been a blast!

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* I have to admit that when Mr. Obama was talking about competitive rates for a "pool" of insurers, I had a sudden flash of a geriatric William Shatner pitching "Price-Line Negotiator!" for insurance rates....

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( Article: Why 09/09/09 Is So Special )

I named 47 US states in 10 minutes

I had a brain-fart and "lost" ( three states ) 10 minutes, and I spent the last three going, WTF am I missing?! Clearly, the mid-west is not my forte!

Got a very happy surprise from pwcorgigirl--- Jools fic! (Hot Jools fic, with a side of Tessa, yay!)

Have also encouraged a few more posters to share their stories with singer_salvage, which is up to 136 members. Wahoo!

Haven't lost my voice yet---although I came close on the way to work. To the bozo in the great big honking truck whose concept of "right of way" leaves A LOT to be desired, it's a damn good thing you crossed three lanes of traffic and hung a left after cutting in front of me on US 1 at Aurora---because if you'd been ahead of me in line when I got stuck at the light at Eau Gallie, I would've done a Chinese fire drill, come up there and smacked you upside the head. Idjit.

I'm not going to discuss work. I'll only start swearing. Tis the season.

The Assistant to the American Vice Consul cradles his right hand with his left. His little finger is splinted to his ring finger and he's pouting, a jumbo cherub with a bad hair-weave. "Mr. Siviter, this is unsatisfactory. I insist you at least reprimand your subordinate!"

"The incident didn't occur during work hours," Jools says, shaking his head. "Furthermore, you were supposed to be enjoying her family's hospitality, not instigating an international incident.”

“Instigating? I didn’t---that bitch has no sense of humor---!”

“May I remind you that you were specifically warned not to make any vulgar references? Lucille is very sensitive, as you saw."

"Sensitive?" the American sputters. "That damned red-head broke my finger!"

His mistress may be all those things, but Jools isn't about to let some effete Yank sound off about it. He captures the man's wounded hand and squeezes firmly. "You still have nine fingers left...for the moment," Jools points out, his tone grave. "Kindly don't jeopardize them with unchivalrous remarks."

"Now, you listen to me---"

Jools applies binding pressure, and for a wonder, the man shuts up. "It's simple," says Siviter, as if to an imbecile. "Whatever you do, don't call her 'Lucy'."

Had a couple hours of pure bliss this afternoon...was surfing some of the higher channels that my cable company provides (but you have to go hunting for them). Imagine my joy to find an episode of Burning Zone, albeit already in progress**. JDM young, clean-cut/shaven, jeans, tee shirt (and some plaid flannel, GOD, that makes me happy!).... Dr Eddie Marcase getting whupped on by some schmuck with a cane---gets away, limping---oh, those, long, lean legs!---just avoiding getting run over by an old truck with duh-duh-duh: red headlights. (Cue ominous music and cut to commercials).

As if 30 minutes of Jeff's eyelashes wasn't enough of a treat, I noticed that BBC America was showing MI-5 following that, and lo and behold---it was The Rosebed Memoirs, so I got to squee over Jools after squeeing over Marcase. Life is good!

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** pwcorgigirl, I heartily concur about the "most deliberate acting" comment. Not that that's a bad thing....

My earlier post, http://vanillafluffy.livejournal.com/199424.html got a huge response (Or should I say a Hugh-ge response? Probably not!) and a plethora of pix from the fabulous pwcorgigirl. Far be it from me to horde such treasures for myself!

There is a TON of non-House Hugh Laurie, including Jools Siviter, Bertie Wooster, and Ian from Flight of the Phoenix. When I groveled prettily, she also threw in some SPN pix, including the one that became the icon above.

I have the loveliest friends!

I mean, really---Jools Siviter as The Phantom of the Opera? Clearly, those were no ordinary mushrooms on last night's pizza.

If you won't shoot it, for God's sake (and mine!) give it a good home!

"Yon Cassius has a lean and hungry look;
He thinks too much: such men are dangerous."
--Shakespeare, Julius Caesar

A bunny in a Burberry overcoat has been pestering me: it wants me to tell the whole story of Jools and Lermov and the body in the hotel. Lermov's bit of rough trade is only the tip of the proverbial iceberg. I'm going to have to watch that episode again (Poor me, right?), but it doesn't seem to me that they mentioned when that happened, only that it was quite a while ago, back when Lermov was KGB. Well over a decade, I'd say, considering how long it's been since the Soviet Union collapsed.

Not to mention, Jools is now in a position of power, and that doesn't happen overnight, especially since he seems to be fairly secure in it, or so one gathers. So the incident would have occured rather early on in Jools' career. I think it would be great fun to show the process of him becoming what he is now. Young Jools, with the lean and hungry look of raw ambition...a little less well-groomed and cultured, a little more ingenuous...it's an intriguing thought.

In the extras, they mention that Jools was recruited by MI6 right out of college. That would've been the early to mid-1980s---lots of Cold War left to fight---assume a couple years in training and working at entry-level stuff before being posted abroad. Between fifteen and twenty years ago is a reasonable time frame; Lermov is obviously quite a bit older than Jools. For Jools to have gained him as an asset would've been a nice feather in his cap.

I'm trying to decide: Is his given name Julius (which would be too, too appropriate), or Julian? I was thinking Julian at first, but I could go either way. Hmm, I must contemplate middle names. *Two* middle names; Julius (something-something) Siviter....

Ah, what bliss---"MI5/Spooks" arrived yesterday (when I was preoccupied with slashing), so I didn't get to enjoy it until today. And oh, yes, I enjoyed it *very* much.

I tried watching from the beginning, to get a sense of the main characters, but got pissed off by the first episode where the "villain" was a dumb-ass Southern girl---not just American, which would've been bad enough, but the least convincing Southern accent I've ever run across. Grrr. Said "Screw it, cut to the chase" (I almost just capitalized that---too much House, ya think?).

Popped in the 2nd DVD...it turned out to be the 2nd episode on there (There's very little to give one an idea of which episode is which; if you don't know episode #s, you're S.O.L..), which was also the one with Anthony Steward Head---who was definitely the anti-Giles. Very cool, but oh, Jools.

And the other episode (#1, Disc 3) was even better, because there was lots more Jools and he had some lines that were just priceless. Like when he's sending a text message at the opera, and the woman next to him makes a comment and he growls: "Madame, are you a Nazi? Because we Wagner lovers are a rum lot. Myself, I bugger skinheads." And she shut the hell UP.

(Excuse me while I go off and squee and fangirl over Jools, and by all means, feel free to join in. We can have a group squee.)