FFS

I am currently vexed by the book I am reading. It is a Stephanie Laurens Regency romance (natch), which is all well and good, except the main plot feature of the last few chapters has been the heroine trying to identify how old a house is, chiefly whether it dates back to the C16th. This conundrum is causing her a good deal of trouble.

FAIL, Stephanie Laurens!! Utter, utter fail. What is with all this sneaking around, and surreptitious questioning of people, and suspiciously requesting books about the local area? It’s an English stately home. It’s going to be perfectly obvious whether it dates back to the C16th or not. Duh.

[ST] The Love Song of Jim + Mike :: PG :: Gen :: 1/1

Title: The Love Song of Jim + Mike
Author: chaletian
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Summary: In response to a not-quite-a-challenge on startrek_crack: Jim gets it on with psychic blue lint.



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"I see there's no hour too early for your Noel Cowardesque wit, sir."

Mreugh. I keep thinking of random things to LJ about, because I haven’t posted properly in absolutely ages, and then they all fall out of my head and it’s vee trag. I will try and remember some of them. Stand by your beds, as my boss would say.

♥ I got crack_vanned again – woo! \o/ I’m sure it’s not de rigueur to make a song and dance about it, but fuck that, this is me. I have now been recced there for NCIS, Life on Mars, and New!Trek. Also, my NCIS story Requiem (following the season 6 finale) has been nominated for an award (I would link, but I um, can’t find the site). All in all, what with that and the absolutely ridiculous amount of Trek fic I’m writing at the moment (also on the go: a second ST/Spaced crossover, and an outsider!POV on Kirk), I am quite feeling the writing joy (to which katie__pillar can most definitely attest!).

♥ I have watched so much OTH lately, my head might actually explode, even though I skipped most of season 2 once I learnt that Naley was decidedly non est. My God. I love that show so much. It’s amazingly, awesomely ridiculous. Luke was SO UNBELIEVABLY ANGST-RIDDEN about going back to basketball after Keith’s death that it quite made my evening.

♥ Oh em gee, G. Brown, just call a general election. You’re going to lose anyway, and better to do it now before the Labour Party makes more of a tit of itself. Further to that: please allow me to announce my shame in re EU elections. I received my postal vote but have failed to send it off. I am a political failure and deserve to be shunned.

♥ Entertainingly, I learn from the ever-erudite Yahoo! Entertainment News that whilst he was at the MTV awards, someone burgled Eminem’s hotel room. He just wasn’t having a good night…

♥ Speaking of entertainment “news”, how ridiculously out-of-hand is this Susan Boyle thing getting? I just want to slap everyone who’s felt their professional life is incomplete without making an official comment on the subject. Fuck you all.

♥ As I am sure everyone has gathered, “Staycation” 2009 went stunningly well. I had a very restful week, and bopped around doing the following:
i. seeing dinosaurs, birds, mammals, marsupials and prehistoric marine creatures etc etc etc;
ii. seeing three nuns photographing a diplodocus skeleton;
iii. watching season one of OTH;
iv. lunching with Katherine and Helen (on separate days);
v. dining with K, H, and Katie (on the same day);
vi. dining with Emma and Ben;
vii. watching Much Ado with Xanthe in Regents Park;
viii. going to see Cobra Starship (awesome);
ix. picnicking by Barnes pond;
x. shopping in Kingston with Katie and Helen.

♥ I love Sheldon so much.

Sheldon: I see no large upcoming expenditures, unless they develop an affordable technology to fuse my skeleton with Adamantium like Wolverine.
Penny: Are people really working on that?
Sheldon: I sincerely hope so.

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[ST] Et in Arcadia Ego :: PG :: Gen :: 1/1

Title: Et in Arcadia Ego
Author: chaletian
Fandom: Star Trek XI
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
Summary: The air is calm, the scents rich and alien and beautiful, but the sky is the wrong colour; the moons the wrong number; and Spock says, “You cannot help him.” McCoy and Spock on an away mission.



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