First, via GeekFeminism, this is interesting.

( Cut for gif and TMI )

I am a little disappointed at the uneven quality of the SGA Big Bang fics. Anybody have recs?

On the other hand, the Jack/Daniel cliche-a-thon over at jackdanielpromptfic has produced some beauties.

White Collar: I have been banging the drum on Matthew Bomer's ridiculous hotness since Chuck. He lands right smack in my tall, slim-hipped, luxuriant-haired sweet-spot. Plus, the rat pack vibe and costuming for him (that they seem to be pulling back from, alas) fill me with joy. Seeing that man from behind in the slim pants and cinched-in vest? Yeah, he's just shaped nice. Plus, of course, the dynamic between Neal and Peter is perfect, and Peter's slightly befuddled, exasperated, straight-man play off Neal is both entertaining and actually interesting.

That said, they haven't managed to get enough past procedural fluff to make me really attach, and (and this is my real point) I still haven't forgiven them for disappearing the lesbian non-white agent after her cracking good show in the pilot. Just vanished her, without a word, to replace her with a straight white woman who would swoon appropriately over our hero. The fuck? To be honest, I don't see myself ever forgiving them for that, and it makes me much angrier than it would have if the show was all straight and whitewashed from the start. I know pilots are odd and changes happen when shows get picked up, but that's just... egregious in its obviousness, you know?

TMI: The female reproductive system is definitive disproof of intelligent design.
TMI pt 2: Why is it that right when an orgasm would be most helpful- ie, when you're all cramped up- is when it's hardest to make happen?

So, back when I posted sexy pictures it used to get a good response. I just found a new source for them, so let's go! This one with more women than my normal ( pic-dump )

1. My favorite reviewer, Abigail Nussbaum, does a (as always) brilliant and articulate post-mortem of the utter train wreck that was Battlestar Galactica (Wait. How unpopular is this fannish opinion? Am I going to be shunned now?)

2. This is a really beautiful specimen of humanity. (Also, my love of black and white pictures of beautiful people seems to be getting worse, not better.)

3. I am not even sure if I really consider myself a member of SPN fandom anymore, but the con reports coming out of LA make me ridiculously happy. It's not even that our boys are so doing it, it's how much they absolutely love feeding the fangirls. "Jared and I had our own wrap party last night... That's why I'm having a hard time moving around this morning." *dies* They are so good to us!

4. I had a horrible allergic reaction to something today. The skin of my face is completely covered in hives. I'm all bright red and blotchy and bubbly and scaly. The skin on my eyelids has the same texture as a particularly unpleasant lizard. I'm bumpy and peely and itchy from my hairline to my jaw. I have no idea what triggered it or what to do, so I am mostly sitting around slathering my face with plain, unscented Cetaphil and trying (failing) not to pick at it. I am, as you can imagine, extraordinarily attractive.

( The Time Traveler's Wife: The rare usage of the bad book review icon! )

Back home.

Confidential to cormallen: I love the snowmen! Thank you!

Confidential to miriad: If fic where Jared is a penguin riding a surfboard made of awesome is wrong, I don't want to be right. Thank you!

And, since the last time I posted a bunch of pictures was so well-received, let's do it again! This is het rated R. (And hello, feminine gaze, eh?). I love the look on his face- so playful! And his hair. And this is gay NC-17 and kind of makes me want to flee and write porn.

I went to Target today. I want these shoes like MAD. Except of course they didn't have them in size 11. But, really, how utterly wonderful is it that the whole Keds/Converse plan canvas sneaker look has come back in? I find shoes very tricky, cause I hate heels and strappy sandals and I think pretty much all girly shoes are shoddy, overpriced torture devices and by god I hate the beauty trap because I do NOT HAVE the money for that shit. But it's nice to have cute shoes. And colorful ballet flats and canvas sneakers seem to be my strategy. Yaay!

Kevin McKidd told TV Guide about the mytharc for Journeyman. I could WEEP. That shit could have been SO GOOD. And Kevin! I miss having him on my TV, but I am sure as hell not going to start watching Grey's Anatomy for him. Journeyman... and then SGA and now Pushing Daisies. What will be left? I could weep. Seriously, if anybody knows of a genre show that actually has a future that I should be watching, please do let me know. Other than the Sarah Connor Chronicles. Maybe Fringe? I'm unenthusiastic about that. Bleh. Why do they kill all the good stuff?

( I've been re-watching The West Wing )

So now I have to plundercrack_van for CJ/Toby. I didn't read TWW fic before, because I didn't think fic could do it justice. I've gotten a lot more confidence in fic since then.

Utterly random: Kavan Smith (SGA, Major Evan Lorne), Colin Cunningham (SG1, Major Paul Davis), and Mark Feuerstein (TWW, Majority Counsel Cliff Calley) make the best sexy clean-cut all-American boy-next-door threesome EVER. Really.  Pretty. 

( I am in lust with Rachel Maddow )

The only thing that keeps that from being a full-blown sexuality crisis is that obviously, I mostly want to be her but just know I'll never be that awesome.

I have things to say about Whispers, and a ton of SGA plot bunnies and such. But, later.

( Kafka on the Shore, Haruki Murakami )

So this week I've been doing a ton of boring paperwork and housecleaning. You know, the sort of thing that takes just enough mental energy that you can't concentrate on a book or serious TV show, but is just too boring to endure without entertainment? So I've rewatched an entire season of Mythbusters.

Oh God, I FORGOT how much I love that show. It's just complete fun. No emo, no angst, no drama, no artificial conflict, no ridiculous arbitrary rules, just pure, distilled, concentrated fun. You could BOTTLE that fun and make a mint. It's that rare show where it's impossible not to just love every single person involved. I have a crush on every single one of them. Kari is so sexy! And Tory is so entertaining! And Grant is so sweet-geeky-cute! And then, of course, Jamie and Adam (because no matter how much I love the build team, the original boys really have my heart).

They are both so attractive. Honestly. This is one of those rare instances when looks completely don't matter- they are both so, incredibly, blazingly hot. They're intelligent, fantastically skilled with their hands, supremely self-confident without a trace of arrogance, adventurous, good-natured and fun-loving, interested in the world around them, widely experienced... you could not DESIGN two more attractive men.

And just now? Just now, in some totally random myth to do with guns and steam, Adam made an ontogeny recapitulates phylogeny joke. Just out of the blue, apropos of nothing. At random. Off the top of his head (look, I know it's quasi-scripted, but I am dead certain that he wrote the joke off the top of his head completely at random, even if they then set up the shot for it).

For a show that does SO MUCH dumbing down (and does it actually astonishingly well), I LOVE those glimpses of just HOW smart and HOW well-read and HOW interested in the world those boys are. *loves forever*

Random by-the-way: When is the next porn battle? I thought it was supposed to start on the 21st, but I haven't heard any prompt collection or scuttlebutt at all. Am I not getting my fannish memos?

Random ETA: Yes, my love of Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog KNOWS NO BOUNDS. I am all a-squee. Where the hell is my "these are not the hammer" icon? Because that is, like, the fannish line of the year as far as I'm concerned.

Anybody watch Pushing Daisies? Anybody willing to beta somewhere under 2k of Ned/Chuck?

( This is mostly a song in praise of Daniel Jackson. Spoilers through SG1 Season 4ish )

Me: I spent a week being very very sad. Now I am nearing the end of a week spent battling the Flu From Hell. Muscle achy, feverish, can't get warm, can't breathe, can hardly get vertical, barely coherent for large sections of the day- you name it, I did it. Now it's just "hacking cough and exhausted" territory. Have accomplished nothing, on any front- getting a job, writing, other personal projects- since I moved here. Really... becoming problematic. Sense another week of being sad and moping unproductively coming on. Not sure what to do about this. Sorry if I am being antisocial and uncommunicative. I'm working on it, I promise.

Oh yes- let's file "starting to read The Stand with a flu coming on" under "things wot are creepy."