May 28, 2011

So glad May is almost over. I swear, every spring I totally want to off myself it sucks so hard. Where's the eternal autumn I crave? Jeff Conaway died yesterday. Drugs I guess. I cried. Mitchell's grandmother is sick. I am broke and my EI is looking to come to an end and I don't have a job that will actually pay rent.  Also, Benedict is still in the UK and I'm not. 'nuff said.

H50 is a great relief for spring. Fun and funny fic and tons of h/c of course cos they are constantly shooting, blowing stuff up, falling off cliffs. You know, fun stuff. And Steve McGarrett is so deliciously messed up that it makes it a joy to watch every week. Especially since there's no new Sherlock for months and months yet, dammit.

Rumour has it every actor in Britain is going to have a part in The Hobbit *L* Martin Freeman won the BAFTA for best supporting actor which is brilliant but Ben was denied again (that's twice now, he and Matt Smith keep splitting the vote) even though he should get all the awards ever because he's just that amazing.

I miss Mick Sweeney so much some days it's impossible to get air, I swear.

My Sherlock porn was a great success so I'm working on a sequel and also a new Summer of Giles fic as well as feeling my way around another H50 fic, although I'm not quite sure about that one yet--Danny's rants are a lot like Sherlock's deductions--a bit daunting and I'm not sure about the characterization yet. Also, Navy SEAL research--bleah. So we'll see.

New White Collar June 7 hooray!

Well, it's almost midnight and we've got brunch tomorrow and I need to do laundry and vacuum and burn new Doctor Who since I am an internet thief and not willing to bow before the corporate drones at BBC America or Space. So there!

Later, babe....