charts, facts, figures

List 5 shows and then answer the questions below the cut. No peeking!

The shows:

1. Eureka
2. Criminal Minds
3. NCIS
4. Csi: NY
5. Hawaii Five-O

( Questions below! )

Well, that was silly... and apparently I say "suppose" way too much.

( 80 Questions )

Don looks unimpressed, but I will persevere with this meme, ahaha. I had a hard time scaring up enough characters from one show (I did this a couple days ago with all Criminal Minds characters but that meant using Elle and THAT was no good ;o) ) so I threw in some CSI: New York people. That would be an awesome crossover, actually. And so handy, as they're right next to each other in the CBS lineup! But I digress...

Pick 12 characters, numbering them 1-12 WITHOUT looking below the cut. Then answer the questions, inserting appropriately numbered character within. Hilarity will result. Or the need for brain bleach. Or amazing plot bunnies. Or all three.

1. Don Flack
2. Derek Morgan
3. David Rossi
4. JJ Jareau
5. Emily Prentiss
6. Spencer Reid
7. Hotch
8. Stella Bonasera
9. Penelope Garcia
10. Danny Messer
11. Jordan Todd
12. Mac Taylor


( many questions that will amuse/horrify you )

Directions:

1. Answer each of the questions below the cut using the Flickr search engine.
2. Choose a photo from the first three pages.
3. Copy the URL of your favorite photos here.
4. Then share with the world.

Questions:

First Name | Favorite Food | Hometown
Favorite Color | Celebrity Crush | Favorite Drink
Dream Vacation | Favorite Dessert | What I Want To Be When I Grow Up
What I Love Most In The World | One Word That Describes Me | My LiveJournal Name

( Herein lies the pictures! )

I finally think I'm beating the cold I've had for... two weeks now? So, in celebration (and continued procrastination from cleaning my room) I bring you the works-in-progress meme that is going around the place. They range from the "OMG, I can't believe I ever started writing this!" to the almost-finished current project. *waggles eyebrows temptingly*


Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. No more than one sentence!

1. Martin was early for once, Danny’s doing, and so could take the time to pick the least squeaky chair in the room.

2. Still, he hadn’t really been focused on the idea, Jack’s request for a date (right in the midst of a crisis, how typical), until one night when he’s nodding goodbyes to Owen and Tosh, grinning at Gwen (whose cellphone is already at her ear, Rhys nattering on about an early night and drinks, not that Ianto exactly means to eavesdrop) and he turns back to empty out the coffee pot and give everything a last declutter and tidy and there’s Jack standing in the doorway to his office, grinning.

3. Working the three of them together only lasts for about two weeks; Dean wakes up one morning to find the shades still drawn and Sam sitting quiet and tense on the opposite motel bed, holding a note in his hand.

4. This was either the weirdest pick-up in history or some seriously bad shit was about to go down.

5. "I was thinking you would enjoy a supporter at your weekly display of athletic manliness,” here Rodney raises an expressive eyebrow at the empty bleachers, “but seeing as you appear to only love me for my possession of a warm caffeinated beverage, I might just leave.”

6. When midnight hit, it was all bizarrely normal, even for their crowd and especially in view of the fact they were in the middle of Alphabet City.

7. Since this was Sam-talk for “Dean, I know you care more about the people we help than you’re pretending to”, Dean decided to change the subject before it became a chick-flick moment.

8. “Either way, they’ve decided that you and Rusty need to be taught a little lesson, and seeing as they have enough money to convince some not very nice people of the same, it’d probably be safer for you two to take a little vacation.”

9. Reid was so surprised that the endless buzz of background thoughts shorted out for a moment because, eidetic memory or not, no amount of remembered details could come close to the reality of Morgan kissing him.

10. Not only were they distracting to anyone willing to chance a glimpse of sky, but they also had the irritating tendency of allowing many of the building’s windows to forget their Purpose and slide open, punctuating the scratch of pen on paper with curses when a breeze toppled stacks of precious research.

11. Ben knew that he wouldn’t stand much of anywhere if he didn’t know people, which always made him feel a little bit like he was in the Mafia, but mostly he was happy that it meant he didn’t get slammed into the lockers by the football team or hassled by the varsity lacrosse players while he was waiting for the bus.

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Should head to bed soonish, as I have to be up and teaching PE in the morning (hee) and then Chicks (with Sticks) in the evening. Full day, good times. :o)

The first ten people to respond to this post will get something made by me! My choice. For you.

This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:
- I make no guarantees that you will like what I make!
- What I create will be just for you.
- It'll be done this year.
- You have no clue what it's going to be. It may be a story. It may be poetry. I may draw or paint something.
I may bake you something and mail it to you. Who knows? Not you, that's for sure!
- I reserve the right to do something extremely strange.

The catch? Oh, the catch is that you have to put this in your journal as well.

Eh, who knows?

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I am teaching second graders at Forrest this week, which is hilarious and noisy and means that I totally took a nap mostly by accident when I got home. Hee. It's not quite my own classroom, but still good practice. Although, if it rains tomorrow while I have carpool duty, that's going to be unfortunate.

I never remember to do this meme when it comes around, but it's today's "Daily Entertainment" when I was wandereing by milliways_bar, so here goes:

1. My username is ______ because ______.
2. My journal is titled ____ because ______.
3. My friends page is called ____ because ______.
4. My default userpic is ____ because ______.

( Answers in here! )


If anyone else wants to do this, feel free! I always enjoy learning about why people chose their usernames, it's fascinating.

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Packing continues apace, though mostly it's just making my room look like crap. But I got to sleep a lot last night, so that was helpful, if time consuming. But at least I've watched several episodes of Bones, including the Christmas episode where they're all quarantined in the Jeffersonian. I can tell I'm tired and emotional right now; the bit where they all got their families to visit them made me cry. *sniffle*

Okay, productivity time now!

Oh, and, while messy (and a little coffee groundy) the cold-brew coffee is still delicious!

This is the best meme ever. From villainny:

Go to the Wikipedia home page and click random article. That is your band's name. Click random article again; that is your album name. Click random article 15 more times; those are the tracks on your album.


Autografh
At turns humorously quirky and seriously meditative, the members of Autografh meet while waiting in line for student discount theater tickets on a street in Boston. They haven't had the chance to get rid of each other since.

( Album: Braddon Green )

I swear I'm working, I just had to share this with you, it seemed so apt.

Haiku2 for flyakate
a total git i heart ianto to tiny pieces the end oh world what
@ aboutmylife.netadvogato.orgblogger.comblogs.gnome.orgblogspot.comdeadjournal.comgreatestjournal.cominsanejournal.comlivejournal.commyspace.comspaces.msn.com
Created by Grahame

I can't believe I never linked to this, but back when there was Remix Redux, I got a chance to play with Sam and Dean, which is way fun. So here's my fic at long last. Also, if you're looking for entertaining fic, go to remix_redux because they're all awesome.

Title: In Nomine Patris (Latin Dance Mix)
Word Count: 1,381
Summary: Silence is golden, unless you ache to speak.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Supernatural and all its characters belong to Eric Kripke and those at CW. None of those are me.
Notes: Remix of Falling Short by meredevachon for remix_redux V


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Dean’s never been a fan of absolutes, all those trite sayings that only belong on drugstore greeting cards and at the end to see the heroin, the two and two that added up to four staring Warrick in the face.

Warrick wasn’t sure, wasn’t sure if she didn’t know or didn’t care and wasn’t sure that it hadn’t worked, at least on him. That doubt was only one of the uncoalesced part). She was Queen Anne in the Disney Three Musketeers. *facepalm*


aesc, I emailed you your story back, let me know if you didn't get it and/or it didn't make sense.

Also, I posted a fic, of sorts, with became a set of interconnected little story-lets about the fact that all my favorite characters are very, very alike. Shocking that con men, ghost hunters, and astronauts explorers of another world have anything in common... or not.

Six Degrees (John and Rodney; Danny and Rusty; Sam and Dean; John and Rodney
Word Count:: 1,270
Summary: People are made up of more similarities than differences.
Disclaimer: These boys belong to Steven Soderbergh, Eric Kripke, and Brad Wright. Not mine!


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i. John (Sam)
John hates peanut M&Ms.

John’s sitting with his ear to the door crack to hear what was so important.

“It shows a great sense of planning, Mrs. Ryan, but that is a skill that seems to be lacking in Rusty’s homework. If he could just apply himself more in more… constructive ways.”

Rusty could hear his mom reply but stopped listening. He leaned back in his pants pocket, an eerie mirror of earlier Warrick’s motion. His smile was easy, smooth like the slight drawl that caught at his temple in a puff of warm breath. It held something heavier, like his name has some deeper meaning that Ray had never thought about before.

“Great. Greatness,” said Ray, and somehow could tell that Fraser was smiling without even looking.

“Though,” and how much was that not a word that Ray wanted to hear. “We should probably continue this conversation later.”

Ray swallowed. That didn’t sound so good.

“After all,” and now Fraser’s voice slowed, like his whisper before, and it was simple, three words, but they held a conversation, a passing of banter and one-upping that ‘Rick could add to his long list of fics that I need to get out to CT and help Mom clean the house; gradual insanity-due-to-excessive-dusting just doesn't sound like much fun.

Then, of course, there are also the long list of fics that I need to finish or start or both. Perhaps I will list them again soon, because sometimes that helps.

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Of course, to fully complete the ruminating herein, I leave you with a link to The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock by T.S. Eliot", which is where the subject heading is from. Room enough and time, indeed.


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... *cracks up*