isn't it amazing, some things...

1. BSG ficlet battle is taking prompts.

2. Things I should be allowed to do whilst driving:
A. Honk at cars who don't use their turn signals. Even if they're not in my lane.
B. Honk at cars in my lane who are not going as fast as the speed limit.
C. Honk at cars sitting in two lanes to make a right turn.
D. Honk at people who run red lights.
E. Honk at stupid people.

3. I finished Atom Bomb Blues. Good book, although I think the author had trouble trying not to write NA-style Who.

4. Dear DVD Shrink. Why do you rip 99.99999% of BSG 2.3 and THEN cut out with a programming exception? Why not do it earlier, so there's no point in trying again? And you don't leave me with 5.whatever gigs of BSG I can't watch or burn to a disc properly.

5. Dear BSG 2.3 disc. Why you gotta be such a hater?

6. I suppose I should go put clothes on.

bwah.

I have a SciFi Friday poster.

It's a Showtime SciFi Friday poster, and lists Stargate: SG-1, Jeremiah, and Odyssey 5.

*giggles*

fic: Kitty/Pete, 18+, In Vino Veritas

Disclaimer: not mine. Rating: 18+ there is porn here. And alcohol. And het.
Pairing: Kitty Pryde/Pete Wisdom
Setting: not-quite current Excalibur. I mean, this is after issues, um... 1, 2, and 3? Something like that. Yes, this means COMICverse. Not stupid fucking Ultimate or Emolution. Or, god forbid, movie.
Notes: This was written for one of the prompts of medie's porn battle, unfortunately, it got a little long.
Length: 1500+
Prompt: Kitty/Pete, Whiskey

In Vino Veritas
by ALC Punk!
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....I've just had, like...

The best crossover idea EVER.

Galactica finds the last survivor of the human race, his pet cat, his mechanoid, and the hologram of his dead bunkmate.....

Red Dwarf meets Galactica.

Round One goes to Starbuck.

DragonCon: redux memory

Or something like that.

I was reminded today that poor greycoupon probably thought she was surrounded by loonies the afternoon the lot of us broke out into "Every Sperm Is Sacred". Now, we got amused laughter, as I recall. We were also in mid-verse when we walked by the "Fans For Christ" (or whatever they were calling themselves) table.

Following "Every Sperm..." the group did a rendition of "Little Bunny Foo-Foo" as we headed down the escalator.

Best memory ever: staring down and seeing something like eight people bopping field mice on the head in unison.

ALSO. karma_aster was totally our camp counselor/singalong advisor/prodder. *nods*