Just a quick bit of silliness, unbeta'd. Think of it as a mirror piece to Crack, in a way. Ice is Iron Man and rated G.

Okay, I finally watched the CSI:Miami episode that is the start of the "trilogy" crossover. I finally gave up on the Miami trainwreck after last season--possibly before the end of the season, I can't remember--but I want to get the whole story of the trilogy even though I don't watch NY either.

CSI ain't known for its continuity. Miami threw out character continuity after the start of season 3. The conjunction of the two actually made me feel like two separate universes were crossing, but never mind... The shock was when Ray got off the chopper to meet Horatio and the latter not only remembered Catherine Willows but offered condolences regarding Warrick.

CSI itself can barely remember Warrick died. That was just bizarre.

As a tie-in novel, Heat Wave (the Castle spin-off) is surprisingly good, with strong characterizations and a nice complicated mystery. There’s plenty of wit and twists, and while it’s short enough to make the cover price a bit outrageous, it’s fun and a very decent read.

As what it’s pretending to be, however, it fails utterly. The characters that are supposed to be inspired by the police folks are basically copies with the names changed. And the author offers almost no physical description of them at all. Nikki Heat is supposed to be young and sexy, but there’s nothing to tell the reader that. It’s a glaring omission for what’s supposed to be a debut novel.

It’s still fun and full of inside jokes, though, and I recommend it--though you might want to check your library rather than paying the full price.

I don't think this book ever even went into paperback. Greensleeves, by Eloise Jarvis McGraw, and my copy is older than I am. It's a strange book to me; parts of it are very much of the time, and parts are not, and from what little I've seen the author's other books aren't very similar.

A young woman who's grown up all around the world tries to find her center and figure out her future, amidst self-doubt, two-ish suitors, and a minor mystery concerning a will. It's a fun story, rich, with vivid characters. And it's strange to my eyes, despite the fact that its attitude and era are not unknown to me. Shannon Lightley, red-headed and European in flavor, turns herself into a beehived, laconic waitress named Georgetta to figure out why an old woman left people strange bequests. Her self-doubt irritates me a little after a while...but I keep the book.

I'd recommend it, but I don't know where an interested party might get a copy. They all seem to start at just under $50. Huh.

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*