Entertaining in a Disturbing Way

*draws hearts all over Ros*

2. I have the discs now, but I'm not sure I want to watch season eight anymore.

3. Having delved into the fandom (a little, and wow has it been a LONG TIME since I've gone on a "yay, new fandom, *READS ALL THE THINGS*" binge--though I'm skipping anything recent, since, spoilers, as River would say), I'm perplexed at the idea that Jo was an incompetent waste of space? idek, I think I watched the wrong version of the show.

4. ROS KILLED A MAN WITH A FORK.

5. I have this temptation to write Joan (from Covert Affairs) as the new, interim, CIA liaison officer, with Ros as her contact. Not for any real purpose, but mostly so that I could have the satisfaction of knowing the world would quake if they teamed up. (Annie and Jo would make excellent bar hopping pals, and then Ben and Ben could just stand around looking confused while Jai mocked them) - temptation, but no plot.

6. Also, writing Ros makes my heart quell, since she's like the Laura Roslin of Spooks in that she's massively complex and getting her right is very hard (I haven't read a fic yet where I could say "yes, that's Ros")

7. re #5, if River Song were there, the universe would just put its hands up in defeat (Ros, Joan and River vs Daleks, then?)

Doctor Who/BSG crossover-palooza, with spoilers for both shows. palmetto's fault.
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(unfinished fic, but it doesn't matter, because I'm utterly amused by this...--co-written with woodface)
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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.

1. I want a cage match between the three irritations in my office. I swear, B will come out on top despite her sweet demeanor. (translation: I FUCKING HATE INTRA-OFFICE POLITICS)

2. I have 4,000 words of post-s3 BSG/VERY early oldskool Who crossover written. I think it's going to end up as two stories -- a) sporking the Cylons, b) the crossovery bits.

3. In passing: I tried to make #2 gen, but Kara and Anders wouldn't stop being obnoxious and cute and shit. sigh. Also, they wouldn't stop having porn in my head for a while today. I had the GOOFIEST FUCKING GRIN on my face for about three hours. I think I disturbed people.

4. Am bored.

5. I shall collect my flashporn battle ficlets later.

I've been going through the boxes of books I left here. Pulling what I figure I might actually read again, chucking what I know I won't. For instance, pretty sure I'm never going to read the Cheerleaders series again (Christopher frickin' Pike wrote one or two). Nor, say, Sweet Valley Twins.

And my collection of bought-off-the-library-discard-rack Regencies is rather astounding. Fills a bloody huge box. Some of those are probably much-sought-after, or something.

Have managed to get through We're So Screwed. Tomorrow, Bad Timing and PK Wars.

Dad's gone to bed, so, probably no BSG for him. Nor newskoolWho for both. We did watch Ocean's Two, though. I think mom needed a break from Farscape.

Hrm. Kalish Biloids=Cylons? (There are many copies. Heheheheh. Hey! Siko has twins.)

Attempted to explain Farscape Wormhole Physics 101 to dad, after Unrealized Realities confused him.

I think I confused him more.

It was a Monday today. There was snow. Oddly, it cleaned my car off. Moya is a very shiny car now.

For those of you interested, there is a new Galactica slash community. Fittingly titled "Battleslash Galactica".

I kid you not.

battleslash

The lovely musicforcylons had a list of things she wants, and it occured to me that there is a crossover I still lust for.

The Uncreated meet the Cylons. Film at eleven.

Seriously, people. The aliens that found and killed their own God and now travel the galaxy killing people who believe in god meeting the robots who think God Has a Plan?

Yeah. Needs to happen. So now.

So. Have another cold. Went through an entire box of tissues today. I filled up the trash at work. Sigh.

Can't actually taste anything, either.

Had an odd dream this morning with Batou and Kara in it. They were going to go underwater to scout this place, and Kara kept sticking this air-tube into her neck until Batou told her to knock it off, since it might be dangerous.

Woke up then.

Hey, anyone remember what the thinktank place was called in the Danny Dunn books? I had a freaky moment this morning of dozing at work, and woke up certain that it was called The Centre. Hence, Danny = Jarod. Which makes a freaky sort of sense.

omg. Galactica fic. Kara/Helo, Boomer/Helo, vageuly Kara/Lee. OMG. All In For Nothing

Season two stuff.

(and remember to leave feedback, ye scurvy dogs)

*goes back to staring at Kara hitting Tigh in the mini, happy*

(also, I now want to write a Reboot/Galactica crossover, just so Mouse can come play with Gaeta.)

Has anyone ever written an X-Files/Pretender crossover?

Because there should be one. And Jarod and Mulder can sit around and bitch about their fathers and missing sisters, and how their mothers are weird.

And Scully and Miss Parker will go out for booze.

Skinner and Sydney will discuss psychoses, and Broots will take a vacation and date Kitty Pryde. Meanwhile, the CSM and Mr. Rains will collaborate while Mr. Parker sells everyone out to Mr. Sinister.

...wait. That's one fandom too many.

eta: I suppose this makes Mr. Parker Remy's dad?