Well, I got a cold that made me too tired to write, and then I discovered that my carefully hoarded bunny was nowhere near active enough to sustain the pressures of NaNo.  So I am bowing out of it this year, and will turn my attention to cheering cincoflex on. 

It's not a bad story, if I may be permitted the hubris; this is just not its time. 

Some months ago celli asked for commentfic, and I contributed.  I'm reposting here because I haven't really touched my NaNo for three days due to a cold, and I'm feeling discombobulated.  Yeah, that makes so much sense.  *sigh* 

( Set not long after the movie's end... )

I must admit, starting a story with the line "The ducks were late" affords a certain peculiar satisfaction.

 

3249 / 50000 words. 6% done!

I just saw someone put a thermos bottle in the freezer.  *blink* 

...in a cloud of sour owl shit, as Grams would say. I think this is enough for today.

 

2064 / 50000 words. 4% done!

--This morning, while trying to catch a weather forecast, I saw someone I've known for more or less thirty-one years in a  TV commercial.  XD  Delight is only one of an array of emotions.  

In my sporadic filmquest, I just watched In Dreams.  Which wasn't quite as bad as I expected, though it really suffered from poor editing in my opinion.  But, since I was watching it because of Mr. Downey, I was very surprised to see Mr. Guilfoyle's name pop up in the opening credits--I squeaked at the TV.  

He had pretty much the standard part--sort of Brass as he might have been someplace more rural than urban NJ, ten or fifteen years ago.  Thin!  I kept wishing they'd give him more screen time. 

I also wondered what bits Mr. Downey ad-libbed.  Betcha I got one spot-on.  :P 

I watched Friends and Lovers last night.  Not a movie one can take at all seriously--most of the characters were annoying, stupid, or both--but even if it were I couldn't have, because every time Mr. Downey's character came on screen I started laughing hysterically.  Before he had any dialogue, even. 

Despite character similarities to Hugo Pool, he really reminded me far more of Val Kilmer in The Saint, of which I am very fond.  The latter's a much better film, though. 

On an unrelated note, it's such a waste to dream of waiting for a bus.  Though the milkweed was fun. 

Well, a little early. A Halloween challenge was posted at tonypepper, and the bunny that jumped me had serious fangs. Parthian Shot is PG, slightly Tony/Pepper, and as creepy as I could make it. And it owes title, tagline, and banner to cincoflex! Thanks also to amonitrate for issuing the challenge.

It amuses me deeply to reflect that somewhere today, in another entirely fictional branch of time, Warrick lives, Natalie Davis never existed, and Grissom and Sara are getting married. 

I'm still pretty proud of that one.  *grin*

Happy birthday, phdelicious !  Many happy returns of the day!  *confettis*

Happy birthday, tres_mechante !  *tosses confetti*  Many happy returns of the day, dear heart! 

Congratulations to all the winners in the CSI Fanfic Awards!!  And many thanks to those of you who nominated and/or voted for my stories.  I'm surprised A House by the Water won, it was up against some very strong competition indeed, but I'm delighted nonetheless.  :)

Finally we get that tag line explained... 

( *burble burble burble* )

Happy birthday to snowydragon1776!  Many happy returns of the day!!  *tosses confetti*

Happy (almost late) birthday to laura27md!  Many happy returns of the day!!!  *tosses confetti*

I just had a very long and involved dream (day nap dreams are often the most vivid) involving cats, cat food, elaborate jewelry, abused Victorian urchins, swimming pools containing seals and whales, house parties, a dead black bear, amusement park rides, musicals and actresses, and a cockatoo with cookies.  It ended with Tony Stark trying to convince me, very somberly, that I had to read more of the tragic "classic" fiction I so loathe (hey, brain, Heart of Darkness is not set in Tibet, and you read it in college, not high school) so I could write better fanfiction.  And then there was hail, to prove I didn't understand California autumns.  

He may even have been right, but I refuse to read that stuff.  

More ramblings. This show amuses me all out of proportion.

( Firefly was still better, but... )

As cincoflex reminded me, many happy returns of the day to cropper1818 andrivermalachi!!!  *tosses confetti*