flyakate: Grouchy Kermit with text (Danny and Don are BFF)
Watching So You Think You Can Dance, which is lots of fun. I've slowly found myself being sucked into watching CSI: New York, which has a lot less goofiness than Miami (sorry, the over dramatics of Horatio Caine have gotten old and their plot lines are so strange) and the same good cast (if not better) than Las Vegas. I've already talked about how adorable Eddie Cahill (Detective Don Flack) is and how much I enjoy Gary Sinise.

After watching last week's episode though, I find myself hit with a plot bunny of Gary Sinise and the cool ME being BFF and roommates because of spoiler for It Happened to Me )

I'm very excited because this week they are having a CSI TRIFECTA! of episodes, so that characters from all three are solving a crime together. Which means that Danny and Martin from Without a Trace (which had a crossover with CSI: Las Vegas that was a little bit pointless and too focused on Jack, sheesh) can totally hang out with Don and Mac and Danny (Messer) and have great New York hijinks. Yes please!

Also, I was rereading/re-editing some of my stories and I really want to muck around in the Elementary!verse sandbox again. Or fix the story bits that I wrote about it being too darn hot in many fandoms, because they're not quite perfect yet.

And! I need to sign up for Yuletide (and actually do it!), which is an obscure fandom fanfic exchange. Last year I defaulted (boo, long story) but I've done it for two years before that (as a pinch-hitter the first, and a writer AND pinch-hitter the second) and it's tons of fun to see what you can write--Bradbury fanfic!--or what you can get.

To conclude, apparently my brain has gone right past Thanksgiving and towards Christmas. Anyone have a present that they're dying for?
flyakate: Grouchy Kermit with text (Janurary embers in Baltimore)
So.

If you're emailing with someone. A Guy someone. And, technically, it's his "turn" to email. Do you wait? Or do you bite the bullet and email him?

I am... puzzled. And perhaps a bit over-enamored off of one chance meeting. Sigh. Thusly, is my life.


In other news, I wrote several words on two (two!) fanfics tonight. And I need to go to bed, but Warrick/Nick won't leave me alone! Nor will they go off and have sex, either. It is very upsetting. *pout*
flyakate: Grouchy Kermit with text (CSI family)
As I walk by my dad's office, he and my mom are hunched over his computer. Apparently, they are networked with the one that I'm using, which also used to belong to my dad.

Me: Is that my computer?

Dad: We think so.

Mom: Yeah. Do you have a document called "If CSI had a band"? [I saved last night's AIM conversation for future self-amusement]

Me: ...Yeah.

Mom: Oh. *amused* Well, you can throw away any of your dad's files you still have.

Me: ...ok. *flees*


FACEPALM AT LIFE.

Though not at the CSI band, because that was hot stuff. It was called Radioactive Butterflies: Nick was the lead singer (peer-pressured into eyeliner and leather pants by Greg and Warrick), Greg the lead guitar, Warrick on drums, Cath on keyboard, with Sara as the emo bass player.

Grissom was their manager, naturally. Ecklie was the bitter roadie/sound tech, who spends most of his time getting hassled by the boys (think test tubes and drumsticks thrown at him). Their rival band had Hodges, and Archie and Doc Robinson in it. Battle of the CSI bands, anyone? *snerk*

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