"Is it an attack mist?"

♥ Given his choices in life, it’s really quite fortunate, when you think about it, that Nick Griffin has such an eminently punchable face…

♥ So. Tube strike. (Although apparently the Jubilee line is sort of running – what’s that about? Am confused.) I made my EPIC, EPIC journey into work. I could have got the train to Waterloo and attempt some sort of bus-related manoeuvre, but I thought, no, do not be so foolish. Every man and his dog will be attempting to get onto a bus at Waterloo. It will be hideous and all the buses will be packed and all will be trag. So, instead – and follow me closely, here – I took the train to Richmond (ha ha! travelling against the flow!) and there caught the overground train to Finchley – woo! Go me! It was about twenty minutes late getting to Finchley, but that still gave me 45 minutes to walk down to St John’s Wood (which would have been more than enough, except I popped into Waitrose to buy a yogurt or summat, except the Finchley Road Waitrose is much bigger than I was expecting and I didn’t know where anything was and OH MH GOD IT WAS SO STRESSFUL so I just flailed a bit then left, and then I went into M&S at Swiss Cottage and found a yogurt but then some random woman WAS BUYING HER ENTIRE WEEK’S SHOPPING WTF WTF? and since it was 9 am there was only about half a person behind the counter, so I had to wait. But heigh ho, I made it to work WITH A WHOLE ENTIRE MINUTE TO SPARE. Woo. \o/ TAKE THAT, RMT!!!

♥ Further to my EPIC, EPIC journey, on the train to Finchley I was sitting next to a woman who looked like Death! Actually like Death, from the comic books! I texted Katie and she warned me against letting myself be reaped (reaped? rept? anyone?), so I was very wary until Brondesbury Park, when she got off, presumably with a different reaping target in mind. So, there was that.

♥ Also, you will all, I have no doubt, be gratified to hear that I appear to have solved my crap scaly complexion problem by the power of MOISTURISING. I know. It’s like a tiny miracle. Who knew that would work?

♥ In other news, I am reading sarahtales’ book (it’s shaping up nicely, btw), and by page 4 it had an unkindness of ravens. Reader, I LOLed. (Just to confirm, that’s not LOLing in a ‘what a ridiculous phrase! I scorn it!’ way, but in a ‘yes, I know that’s the correct collective noun, but it has an extra layer of OTH-based hilarity’ way.)

Can't sleep, cl-- freaky three-faced doll will eat me...

Just why?

Today, I may or may not do some Star Trek recs.

I may also rec some OTH fic if you're really lucky. But don't hold your breath. There's about 99 million fics and they're almost all a bit pants. Still, we'll see...


Must dash: giant work crisis about to break.

Star Trek XI Recs - Part One of Two

So many recs, so little time... Well, not really that many recs. Also, I am mostly about the happy-happy-Enterprise-family-gen, so most things I'm going to rec are likely to have been done before, but hey, that's the good stuff for you. Anyway, to the fic!

Luxury by igrockspock
This just popped up on my flist and IT MAKES ME SO HAPPY I WAS ALMOST (ALMOST) SPEECHLESS. It has a Kirk who has been playing round till now, but actually being captain makes it real, and he has to step up. SO TRUE. SO AWESOME. I LOVE JIM SO MUCH.
Under "crew-related tasks," he begins typing a note to see who could make use of these quarters, but he stops half-way through. Somehow he senses that giving up these rooms is a violation of protocol, something he actually has to care about now. He can't bunk down with the ensigns and yeomen and second lieutenants, however much he might want to.

Delta Delta Vega by zarathuse
Jim sets up a fraternity at the Academy. Of course he does. Bones POV, which just makes it all the more delicious.
Bones isn’t entirely sure what “sweetass” means, but he’s pretty sure those sandals don’t qualify. He’s busy trying to think of the best way to trick Jim into going to the med clinic so Bones can scan him for Enolian brain fever when they’re suddenly interrupted by angry shouts from across the quad.
“Shit,” Jim says, squinting at the approaching figure over the rim of his sunglasses. “It’s Komack! He’s been on my ass ever since he caught me drinking a beer in the library this morning. Cover for me!”
And with that, he takes off, dodging and weaving across the lawn like he and his ridiculous pink shirt are somehow going to blend into the brilliantly green grass.

The Proper Treatment of Sexorexia by igrockspock
igrockspock writes Gaila like no-one else, and this is just adorable. Uhura hasn't had sex yet. Gaila's worried about her, but her attempts to help don't seem to go down well. Funny, and sweet, and a tiny bit sad. But mostly lovely.
After the sexual harassment seminar, Gaila feels even more out of place. People here just don't get her. Harassment means offering yourself more than once to people who don't want you, and she never does that. She has some pride, thank you very much, and anyway, enough people want her that she doesn't need to beg people who said no. It's not like she kept offering to go down on Nyota after that one time she screamed and ran away.

Only the Good Die Young by _seven_crows
Chekov hates being the youngest. And Spock gives him The Talk...
Pavel points a shaky finger at him. "That! That right there is what I have to put up with all the time!" He turns to Hikaru, whose eyes are still watering. "Everyone assumes that because I am young I am inexperienced. That anyone can hug me or tell me uncomfortably personal things or ruffle my hair and is all right because I am tiny. Well, I am not that tiny!"

Cut and Fucking Paste by crimsonclad
Hilarious, hilarious post Prime!Spock mindmeld fic. (The sequel, Edit, is just as, if not more so, awesome.)
It all gets fucked up on the tentacle planet, when Jim gets knocked unconscious and Spock has to read his mind to find out where the vine repellents can be located. They get through the mission just fine (as long as strangled-yet-again-but-at-least-it-was-a-plant-instead-of-his-bff-this-time counts as just fine), but back on the ship, Spock corners him in his quarters.

(beep), or, A Lifetime of Problems Told Through Winona Kirk's Answering Machine by vivid_butterfly
Oh, Jim. You tiny fucked-up kid.
Stardate 2244: "Sweetheart? It’s your mother. I heard about what happened with little Jimmy. This is because you’re never around you need to quit your job and-/Are you sure you want to delete this message?/ (beep)"

Notes on Captaining a Starship by calapine
Jim is determined to get to know his new ship. And, in the meantime, his crew as well. It's sort of fluffy and lovely and perfect.
Jim realised that wandering around the ship blindfolded probably wouldn’t instil much confidence in his crew regarding their CO so, in an effort to make sure he really did know his ship like back of his hand, he had taken to night-time strolls through her decks.