I'm a haven for grumpy old men...

What is it with my email? Does it have a sign hanging out that says, "grumpy old men with old injuries here"? I swear, if I get one more vicodin spam...

This could simply be a sign that I need to write more grumpy old men fic (does Scott count, now that he has Poccy in his head? I think he does... Plus. 15 years spent in the future? Yeah.. so going there.)

Hey. Notes on Cally/Avon... Ooh. And the sequel to Kitty/Remy. Hey! I also have Sam and Jack yelling at each other. They do that a lot in my head.

Hush, Eva. It's not a crossover.

Yet.

*runs*

Everything that I can't have...

Hrm. Spam up on dj.

Meanwhile, I need to come up with a story to write to this title: "Sixty Frames a Second". Because. Dude. I so like that (how do you think I ended up with a fic with "Fifty Second Capacity" as the title??).

I feel like a geek.

Anyway. I need to decide what to call the 'Tainted Photographs' sequel. And. Hey, I need to finish it, too. But that's beside the point. I... need motivation. Yes. I suppose the motivation of wanting to write the sequel to it, with Rachel begging Kitty to help her find John Crichton... Hrm. My brain is weird.

Need to poke at Inertia, too...

Hey. Fic.