Mal

Leverage Season 5 nabs Cary Elwes as guest star

CANNOT. CONTAIN. GLEE. OMG. OMG. OMG YAY.

Probably not going to get the bookstore job. I spoke to the lady today who was doing the hiring and she said she'd already called everyone whose availability fit what she needed. Unless her call was the Los Angeles number I missed today, that counts me out. I went ahead and printed a copy of my schedule for next quarter and left it for her, in the hopes that it would improve my chances. She said it was possible, but she hadn't looked at it yet.

I almost skipped class today, because it was snowing. Not horribly, but enough for the roads to be slippery and it just makes me so nervous. Did manage to force myself to go, though. Another day down. One more week to the end of the quarter and finals.

Sleepy. Accomplished nothing, so far, that I set out to do in February. Feeling kind of pathetic, really.

I didn't want to forget to post this, because... WTF?

Last night -- I think because I could hear a "true crime" sort of murder mystery thing in the living room + Supernatural, which I'm always involved with in some way -- I dreamed that I was the witness to a murder. Not just any murder:

it was Old Man Dean Winchester...
killed by his rival...
at the retirement village...
for bedding the new, hot young thing...
and it was set to music.

Yep. I dreamed "Grumpy Old Men: The Musical, Supernatural style". My brain is a damn garbage disposal. I can still hear the tune Dean was singing to while he died slowly and the muderer was tapping his foot, wishing he'd get on with it. For the record, the song was called, "Do You Know What You've Done To Me?" and somehow involved never being able to pick up Castiel's mail for him again.

I'm going to go do some nice, soothing classwork now.

So instead of chatting or RPing, I'm listening to these: http://www.nerdist.com/podcast/nerdist-writers-panel/

You're welcome.

I finally connected to the server long enough to grab links for my gift fics.

1. Miles To Go Before We Sleep. A Zombieland fic. It is a mix of dark humor, zombie killing, angst, insanity, and all the good things about the movie. It's an awesome response to what ended up being a pretty vague prompt. I am most pleased. :-D

2. Zombie Kill of the Week. Another Zombieland fic! The four Zombie Kills of the Week. What's better than a warm chainsaw and a trail of dead zombies?

3. The Vampire Loves You. Charlaine Harris's Southern Vampires fic. Nyah nyah, I got my ending. :-P

I also have a shorter, Yuletide Madness story still hidden. It's supposed to be revealed sometime in the next few days. I can't wait! <3

From this post in sf_drama:

A family friend's daughter is missing-she's been gone a week now-Below is a physical description and a picture...the detective on the case has asked that we pass along this info to as many people as possible, so here I am on [info]sf_drama to see if you'll all take a look and keep your eyes out...we're in the West burbs of Chicago, but the police think she could be anywhere at this point-they have no real leads and only one sighting of her in the last week. Mia is 20 but has some rather severe developmental disabilities that put her at about 13 or 14 years old mentally, she has a two year old daughter and her momma waiting for her at home. Thanks for taking a look everyone.

MIA B. HAYS...LAST SEEN ON 9/22/09 IN ST. CHARLES/GENEVA(Illinois) @ 8:30 P.M.
Age: 20
Description : 5'5" Tall, 125 Lbs., short brown hair, brown eyes (wears glasses). Wearing a denim skirt and white shirt.
Any Information please contact: Geneva Police Department 630-232-4736 or St. Charles Police Department 630-377-4435.

Posted as a response to a prompt in comment_fic, here: Leverage, Eliot/author's choice, Alligator

"What is that?" Hardison's voice was sharp with panic and it was grating on Eliot's nerves something fierce. Although, to be fair, the object of Hardison's panic wasn't helping Eliot's nerves any, either.

"It's an alligator, Hardison. What's it look like?" Eliot was too busy watching the hissing reptile approach to see the disbelieving look leveled his way.

The panic in the computer specialist's voice hit a pitch Eliot had previously thought only dogs could hear. "Oh hell no. That cannot be an alligator. That's just wrong. Nobody really throws their enemies in a pit of alligators. That only happens in James Bond movies. Do I look like James Bond to you?"

There were bad plans. And then there were BAD PLANS. In the history of plans, this plan had been the worst plan ever. If Eliot made it out of this alive, he was never going to return to Florida again.

"First of all, shut up. Second, that's an alligator. Third, there's only one I see... not a pit of 'em. Fourth? Shut up, Hardison. I'm trying to think." The sudden, unplanned dip in the alligator's swampy habitat had done something unfortunate to the comms. Nate and the others probably knew something was wrong, but there was no way of telling when they'd arrive to help. And Eliot liked his limbs all right where they were.

The thing was between them and their only way out. A tiny island surrounded by water (with no guarantees that it wasn't also full of toothy reptiles), connected to the main land by a small bridge. The large, angry creature was so big, it blocked their way onto the bridge.

"Okay, new plan." Eliot was slowly inching to one side. "I'm gonna grab it and hold it. You cross the bridge. I'll follow."

Hardison's face went blank before he blinked once, incredulous. "Excuse me?"

"What part didn't you get?" The gator was watching Eliot move and that was not helping his cause. Fortunately, Hardison's sudden return to hysterical flailing turned the huge head back in the opposite direction.

"The part where you're going to grab that thing!" He paused in his flailing to back up in a hurry when the gator's head swung his way. "That's the part I didn't get! Can you explain it to me in Earth logic?!"

"What? You never watched Crocodile Hunter?" Eliot was in place and he crouched, ready to spring. "Get ready to run."

"Bad plan. Bad plan. Eliot, this is a bad plan."

Eliot wasn't listening. He waited until the reptile's attention was firmly on Hardison before he jumped. He landed on the hard, scaly back and wrapped his arms quickly around the toothy jaws. All at once, all 600 lbs of animal was thrashing underneath him. "Go. Gogogogo!"

The sound of running feet pounded past him and thudded against the wooden bridge. Eliot couldn't look up. He was busy watching for his moment of opportunity to release the thing and run. Hopefully Hardison was in the clear, because that moment was fast approaching.

The gator wiggled and thrashed, dragging him across the sand. He tried to brace with his legs, but it was just too big. He had an idea, though. When it reached the bridge, he waited until the head was beside the post holding the guardrail. As quickly as he could, he released the thing and rolled off in the direction of the bridge. Alligators were lightning quick with their bites, but when the head tried to snap around to bite Eliot, it slammed into the post. He took those scant seconds to hotfoot it across the bridge.

"You!" Hardison panted and pointed a trembling finger at Eliot. "You have lost your mind. Completely insane."

"Why? Worked didn't it?" Eliot made a show of dusting himself off and not showing just how rattled the whole encounter had made him.

"You could have been eaten." Hardison pronounced each word carefully, as if Eliot wasn't speaking the same language and if he just spoke slowly enough, they'd understand one another.

"That thing?" Eliot checked over his shoulder to see the gator slide itself back into the water and disappear. He shook his head and threw an arm around Hardison's shoulders as they started putting some distance between them and the swamp. "Nah. She's a beauty."

I have been good all year mostly a lot. This year, all I want for Yuletide is a really good fanfic. I like words!

Okay, so, the fandoms I requested were somewhat... diverse. Cowboys, romance, and grand theft! Oh my! Actually... that sounds pretty cool. Anyway.

I am a big fan of slash fic. However, at least one of my requests was very gen-centric. So, I am open to all kinds of fic. I like romance, but don't need fluff. I like sex scenes, but they needn't be graphic. Action is good, but it doesn't have to be a guns blazin' shoot-out.

What I am primarily looking for is characterization. There are a great many fandoms I appreciate simply for the fact that there are pretty men and women in them. And who doesn't want a PWP once in a while? But, what I want for Yuletide this year is a good, solid character piece. All the ones I listed in my requests were fandoms and characters I love for much more than their reflections in mirrors.

That's not to say they aren't pretty!

In 3:10 to Yuma I love and adore Ben Wade's character for his gleefully unapologetic bad guy attitude. Sure, he might occasionally, accidentally trip over a good deed here and there. But, for the most part is is a bad to the bone, rotten to the core, villian. And that's how we like him. Dan Evans was a good guy with bad flaws. And I like that. His character was woefully underdeveloped, Santa. Feel free to correct the error.

Love Actually is one of my favorite romantic movies ever. I don't think there's a single character in the film who doesn't have a delightful personality and many more stories to tell. But, Juliet is the one who interested me most when I first saw the movie. And for my many subsequent viewings. Just what was that kiss about, anyhow? Any ending is fair game as long as it explains what she was really thinking.

I spent many a wonderful afternoon as a youngster watching The Young Riders on cable. Thus began my lifelong love of cowboys. And now I have no cable and the show's been canceled. *woe* My favorite character on that show was, hands down, James Hickok. Followed at a close second by Teaspoon Hunter. But, over all, I simply loved them all. I cried when they took Sam off the show and I missed Emma. (Amusingly enough, I discovered my first squick with this show. Jimmy/Emma?! Noooooo!) Write me a western, Santa! Horses, cowboys, the Pony Express, Civil War angst! So much to choose from.

Ocean's 11 was the movie that convinced me that Matt Damon knew how to act. He wasn't just a pretty blond boy with that Ben What's-his-name following him around. Also, I am madly in love with George Clooney. MAD, I tell you! I was delighted by these movies. They were, in my humble opinion, worthy to follow in the footsteps of the original. (Yes, yes. Rat Pack fan, too. Don't judge me!) I adored the Danny/Rusty interaction, although I can't imagine slashing them at all. And Rusty and Danny abusing poor Linus was pure gold. Go for humor, here, Santa. Anything slick and funny will be greatly appreciated.

Thank you in advance, Santa! Good luck with your own Yuletide gift. I hope it's as shiny as you want it to be! :-)