YES! I can now taunt Liz while writing about my dream this morning.

(well, sort of).

Ok.

Jara and I were, like, stage hands on some show. And then we ended up as director's assistants (for no apparent reason). Which was all well and good until they demanded we filk 'Sickbed of Cuchulainn' by The Pogues to mock conventions (although, omg, "You got pissed while at Gallifrey, and fell down at Archon..." could scan...).

There was... a lot of disturbing running around, hiding, getting people waters.

And then the director changed, and was Replicarter.

(ok, so that was about the end, really. It's kinda sad)

And, yes. I am up WAY TOO EARLY.

But I went to bed early.

huh

SJFA awards are out.

Congrats to Little Red, Elly, and Splash. *smooches*

so, anyway...

Someone pointed out that Zak Adama was once Harvey Dwight Kinkle, of the original Sabrina the Teenage Witch tv movie. He's also Graham Simmons.

Pause for a moment to consider the implications.

He keeps moving from blonde to blonde. First Sabrina, then Sam Carter, and finally Kara Thrace... The man has taste, at least. ;)

Meanwhile, I'm off to find more coffee before my head implodes with the crossover implications, especially since I really want to write Fifth falling into Smurfland.

Oh...

And since I have nothing better to do...
Current Terror Alert Level

Lyrics to love.

Carter the Unstoppable Sex Machine (See? I was predisposed to adore Sam) 'Being Here'

Don't kiss me quick
I'm about to be sick all over my favourite shoes
If you pin back my tongue with a stapling gun
It won't stop me from singing the blues
I'm as drunk as a skunk and the National Front
Have kicked me all over this bar
I'd walk round to Ian's house but Ian's house is too far
The pinch and the punch were for the first of the month
The slap for the end of the year
The stab and the kick were for being too quick
And the rest was just for being here