wishfulaces: (jeremy)
Oh! So, based on somebody's recommendation--it might have been NPR (I read a lot of NPR at work when I need a 60-second brain break, rather than listening to it on the radio, because I continue to have no auditory concentration ability at all), it might have been a RL friend, it might have been one of y'all--we've started watching Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries on Netflix, these glorious mysteries set in 1920s Australia about a young woman whose sister went missing and who now makes it her business to get into everybody else's business. I've started making a game out of identifying who will be her new lover in each episode, her outfits are always gorgeous, and she is so unapologetically, unabashedly determined to make sure things are done right--and so unapologetically, unabashedly disinterested in judging other people and how they live their lives--that the show is a real delight to watch. We're only 5 episodes in, which makes me happy, because it means there's still a couple dozen episodes to go.

Okay, it's a little ridiculous how much I adore period mystery drama. Or even modern mystery drama, come to that. I've also been working my way through the Enchanted Chocolate Pot books (for lack of a better unifying title for the trilogy?) by Patricia C. Wrede and Caroline Stevermer and I'm pretty sure there's at least one or two new episodes of Castle and Forever we haven't seen yet. w00t. GIVE ME ALL THE MYSTERIES. Ahem.
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I'm still alive. No, really. Just--stuff and things and life keeps happening. Seriously, when I get home from work I mostly want to curl up and play Minion Rush or something else relatively mindless.

But, can I just say, I have been totally loving on Forever? Like, this is the show where my happy place is right now, the show that I am excited about every week because OMG THERE'S A NEW EPISODE YAY. Castle is still a happy place for me, but I'm not OMG YAY about it like I am with Forever. And it's all Ioan Grufford's and Judd Hirsch's fault and they are so adorable eee I can't even and if I ever get my fic-writing mojo back there will be DW/Forever crossovers you bet your sweet bippy.

Also Agent Carter was awesome and cool and so enraging that I wanted to punch every man in the face on average at least twice an episode. Which made for a lot of wincing by my fiancé.

(Um, yes, hi, I have a fiancé now. Fiancés are cool? My engagement ring is a TARDIS. I am not kidding, y'all. ) He proposed by standing at our favorite place in the whole house--there's a step there between the kitchen and the den, so he stands at the bottom so I can stand at the top and be almost equal height with him--and asking, "So, you wanna be my companion through time and space?" BECAUSE THAT'S HOW WE ROLL, YO.)

I might disappear for months on end again. It has been known to happen. Sorry about that.
wishfulaces: (sock it to me)
Is it indicative that one travels too much when I have ready to go year-round a quart-size bag of 3 oz-or-smaller toiletries and when I can unpack from a long weekend in 10 minutes or less?

Also, my lunch today consisted of a slice of leftover homemade pizza from...I don't want to tell you how long ago we cooked it; an apple; and a cream cheese donut. Thank the gods I made it to the grocery store after work and bought piles of fresh fruit and veg.

(Also, sekrit message to [livejournal.com profile] troyswann and [livejournal.com profile] jenlev: I was IN LAWRENCE last night, hnur hnur hnur. Ahem. Sorry about that, Sal. Sorry. SORRY FOR CARING. Anyway.)
wishfulaces: (best gay married detective couple evah)
Okay, yes, any episode where Ryan & Esposito get to take lead on the investigation? KICK ASS.

I have nothing to say these days; I dunno, busy with RL, which is not very exciting for probably anyone but me. Though, I am proud to say that in a semester that started in September, I have only had to drive twice to choir rehearsal, once for rain and once because I was coming from a previous appointment. I even walked it today, despite feeling kinda crappy and despite it being, um, 25 degrees outside. Do not have plague tomorrow, you have two choir concerts in the next few days and no time to be sick.
wishfulaces: (best gay married detective couple evah)
I stumbled upon an episode of Remington Steele on the telly, Pierce Brosnan is doing possibly the crappest Manchester accent I've ever heard, and OMG THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER.

Um. I had no idea I was nostalgic for this of all 1980s detective shows.
wishfulaces: (toshiko)
Title: Gin and Other Coping Mechanisms
Author: aces
Fandom: Castle
Word count: approx 2000 words
Spoilers/episode tag for 3x06, “3XK,” (serial killer ep, for those of you who have as much trouble remembering episode titles as I do), though this was also sparked by Martha’s scene in “Knockdown.”
A/N: written for halfamoon.
Summary: Martha had only switched to rum when she’d run out of the gin.

Read more... )


Feb. 1st, 2011 07:13 pm
wishfulaces: (some kind of way out of here)
I suppose technically it is a snow day, since the snow has been falling all day (sideways; thank you, wind), but it was called yesterday afternoon in the midst of all the freezing rain, and earlier this morning I could see the ice lurking under the snow. So however you define it, I am glad not to be out there. Even if I barely have any milk left. Hmph.

(ETA: NO WORK TOMORROW EITHER. OMG I might even have to clean house if this keeps up!)

So! This calls for a meme. Obviously. Gakked from [livejournal.com profile] lozenger8.

List fifteen of your favourite characters from different fandoms, and ask people to spot patterns in your choices, if they're so inclined.

1. Chiana, Farscape.
2. Wadsworth the butler, Clue.
3. Wash, Firefly.
4. Geoffrey Tennant, Slings & Arrows.
5. Mona Ellerby, Adderly.
6. Alec Hardison, Leverage.
7. Kate Beckett, Castle. (In part because Esposito & Ryan are such a duo I couldn't say one or the other?)
8. Cosmo, Singin' in the Rain.
9. Ray Vecchio, dueSouth (This is a COMPLETELY NEW development, as I know it used to be Ray Kowalski. But RayV has kinda edged him out in my rewatch of the past few months; and, really, I find RayK far more interesting these days with Fraser than by himself, largely due to the way Fraser reacts around him and that's a story the fandom's already gone through years ago so I'll shut up now.)
10. Illya Kuryakin, Man from UNCLE.
11. Hannibal Sefton, from the Benjamin January novels by Barbara Hambly.
12. Vala Mal Doran, Stargate SG-1
13. Darien Fawkes, Invisible Man.
14. Mason, Dead Like Me.
15. Death, from the Sandman graphic novels.

And no, I did not put Doctor Who on this list because I probably would have embarrassed myself and said Fitz Kreiner. Or be maddening and say the Doctor without specifying an incarnation. HA.
wishfulaces: (music)
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Boxcar Children series by Gertrude Chandler Warner, hands down. I started reading them in first grade, and they actually got me interested in reading--I was utterly crap at it before then, which is something of a shock to remember. (Who didn't want to live in a boxcar with them, honestly?)

I've been watching The Last Detective, the first season, the past couple weeks. British mystery, Peter Davison as the main character, and I've owned the DVDs for at least a couple years but when I tried the pilot the first time for some reason I couldn't get into it. Now I'm enjoying it a lot--it's sweet, and slow, and occasionally Davison's character gets drunk with his best friend and they do daft things like tie a horse up in somebody's front yard or start dancing with each other in the park. (I don't think they were actually drunk for the dancing bit, come to think of it.)

music )
wishfulaces: (toshiko)
Title: Fathers and daughters
Author: aces
Fandom: Castle
Word count: approx. 2500 words
Spoilers: Mildly spoilery for 3x10, “Last Call,” 3x11, “Nikki Heat,” and generally for the show.
A/N: Future!fic, about 2-3 years in the future.
Summary: “Am I the last person Alexis decided to tell about her expanded sexual identity?... Those are words that should never come out of a father’s mouth.”

Read more... )
wishfulaces: (rory)
* Thing 1: A PSA and friendly reminder to all those people out there driving in the snow: DON'T BE A DUMBASS.

* Thing 2: I got paid on Friday! This might seem like a fairly small achievement, considering I am in fact employed, but there was a moment or two of worry there last week. (And yes, I did have a Daniel Jackson moment. So exciting!...not really.)

* Thing 3: I have written three more fics in the past couple weeks, and I really want to work on at least a couple other ideas that are percolating. Fic-writing mojo, where were you hiding for so long???

* Thing 4: I also want to rewatch a bunch of different shows, including the first season of Castle and the entirety of Slings & Arrows. Thankfully both are small. I still don't quite know when I'm going to do that since I'm still in the midst of a second season Castle (hush, I know they're out of order) and entirety-of-dueSouth rewatch. And I've got my mom's DVDs of Simon & Simon and Adderly still and what the hell, it's winter, it's not like I'm going outside much these days anyway.

* Thing 5: Getting up in the morning is haaaaaard. Like, even harder than usual this week. This may have something to do with my abject cowering fear about driving on snowpack and ice. Though we did get permission to go into work at 9 today instead of our usual time.
wishfulaces: (crack)
Who drafted 17 retention schedule series in 90 minutes this afternoon?

I did, I did!

(Who the hell else would want to?


*crickets chirp*

...yeah, that's what I thought. I made a records management joke this evening, but I was in the car by myself, so at least nobody else was subjected to it. [I couldn't help it, though; I was driving past this new barnlike, warehouse-like day care monstrosity, and I thought, "Where you too can deposit your child for 8 hours a day for a nominal fee!*"])

I have not been sleeping well this week, despite being exhausted, because my brain won't shut up about work. I spent the past 6 months winding a project down, with very finite tasks that were completed each day; I have apparently forgotten how to handle actually being busy at work. And now I have a choir board retreat at oh-god-it's-too-early-for-Saturday o'clock tomorrow morning, so if I am not dead to the world before midnight and do not remain so until near eight, I shall be very annoyed with myself.

In the meantime, it's the SG-1 ep with the space corn on, and I just finished watching yet another second season ep of Castle because apparently I cannot get enough of the show. GOOD TIMES.

* Extra fees incurred whenever dropping off, picking up, or requesting to see your child. You see why my mind is a sick, sick place? I used to make Woodrow Wilson jokes, now I've moved on to RM jokes. HELP.
wishfulaces: (fandom collision)
I am home. At some point, this place became home, and that was very confusing while I was home (with the parents) this weekend, because I kept talking about both places that way.

(I love driving past Chicago at night, by the way. I think it's my favorite view of Chicago, somewhere on I-90 going past the lit-up skyscrapers, all that light pollution thrown up to the sky. Hmmm.)

There was lots of pretty snow on the ground, and my mother and I had ridiculous amounts of glee cooking cornish hens, and my dad and I saw The Tourist, and while my parents still have dial-up they also perversely have digital cable so I was able in fact to watch the Doctor Who Christmas special onna tv on Christmas day and finally show off Matt Smith to my mother and explain to her my despair over accidentally discovering/confirming he is in fact 6 months younger than me ("he looks older," she said at the end of the show), and it was only two days but it was a really good two days to be home. Away from this other home. Whatever.

Also, I got two yuletide fics this year!

The Christmas Bet for yuletide, Castle, focusing on Ryan & Esposito, best background detective duo evah


A Mistress or a Friend, a yuletide madness goodie for me, Hannibal Sefton & Consuela from the Benjamin January novels by Barbara Hambly and OMG seriously, Hannibal Sefton is the best character since somebody Shakespearean. I sort of desperately want to write fic involving him & Julian Kestrel from the Kate Ross novels running into each other at a house party before Hannibal ran away from polite society, and then I smack myself up the head & remind myself how much I hate doing research to write.

More on the DW special )

Right, I'm going to wander off and eat a proper dinner with more substance than cereal, and possibly watch the first episode of dueSouth involving RayK, or Peter Davison as the Doctor. I am in need of comfort tonight, I think. Going/coming home is hard.
wishfulaces: (fiiiiitz)
LAST ONE, OMG. The last time I wrote 8 stories (including yuletide) in approximately 1 month? Was probably before college. I have to thank all my prompters for the challenge. It has been fun.

Title: Fitz Kreiner, Intergalactic Private Detective
Author: aces
Fandom, characters: Doctor Who, Fitz, Amy, Rory, Eleven
Word count: not quite 3000 words
For [profile] lucia_tanaka, who requested Fitz being awesome after the Time War and happening to run into Team!Eleven. (I paraphrase.)
Spoilers: er, there’s brief mention to one of those deleted scenes that cropped up semi-recently. But it’s pretty blink-and-you’ll-miss-it.
Summary: “I was expecting at least a half-dozen outstanding warrants for extradition, treason, sedition, obstruction, and various other crimes.”

Read more... )
wishfulaces: (sneaky devil)
Stuff and Things I Can Accomplish When Given an Extra 2 Hours (because the governor is apparently easily persuaded to give state employees time off for inclemental weather):

* putting away dishes
* putting away laundry
* sending off job applications
* uploading old, old fics on AO3 (if the blasted server will cooperate...)
* actually talking on the phone to an old friend (gasp, shock, amazement)

If this level of productivity continues into this weekend (or if the governor gives us a snow day tomorrow! *crosses fingers*), I might even get work accomplished on those grad school apps, and reading that book for the task force I'm on. Or it could all crash and burn if I turn lazy. Woo.

I've been watching the second season of Simon and Simon, stolen with her permission from my mother when I was home visiting. It's so gloriously, horribly 1980s. I love it.
wishfulaces: (hex)
So! I pondered, and now I have answers concerning top 5 fannish things.

From [livejournal.com profile] kindkit: Top 5 Fitz/Eight moments in the EDAs )

From [livejournal.com profile] brewsternorth: Top 5 Eight moments from the audios )

From [livejournal.com profile] pontisbright: Top 5 detectives )

From [livejournal.com profile] pontisbright (yay, again!): Top 5 Team!TARDISes )

This was fun. I'll gladly do more.
wishfulaces: (PARKER and HARDISON are awesomer than yo)
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NORA CHARLES. Even if Nick is really the detective, she's still the best damn amateur around.

(Okay, actually, Nancy Drew is probably honestly my favorite. The older books that you can still find in hardback. Mmmm. Yay. Between the Boxcar Children and Nancy Drew, I was set on reading mysteries for life.)

In other news, this post is really all just an excuse to use the shiny new icon from [livejournal.com profile] lyssie. Oh yes.

woah, unexpected Eliot love )
wishfulaces: (socially awkward)
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So many choices! I could go with Barney Miller, he'd be very understanding and compassionate. Dalziel & Pascoe would be alternately witty and crass but they'd have my back (if they thought I deserved it, anyway). Emerson and Ned and Chuck would sort it all out, and I'd probably get pie. But I think I want to go with Albert Campion. After all, he's a universal uncle. I've always liked uncles.


I was just reading Dr. Seuss poetry. Which may or may not explain why I wrote the above paragraph the way I did. (At least it involved no rhymes?)


I spent today up to my eyeballs in microfilm. My eyeballs hurt.

I'm still getting used to the cubicle thing. I see out of the corner of my eye people walking past and get easily distracted. One of my co-workers sort of glides exactly the way a character from an animated Monty Python sketch would. (As if my headspace weren't surreal enough.)


I like to use my bookstore receipts for bookmarks. They're a handy way to remember where I was when I got a book, a way to ground me--Ohio when I found that Doctor Who novel, Colorado when I picked up that book on architecture with a gift card. My mom uses anything she has at hand and leaves it in the book for the next person to stumble across--I've found appointment reminder cards from the dentist or eye doctor, a note from my brother, a hall pass I had my senior year of high school because I was in NHS, even a picture of me from a play in high school. (I swiped that one; it's hanging on my wall now.) It's a bit like finding signatures or notes from people when browsing at used bookstores, glimpses of whole other lives that have been lived.


April may or may not kill me. It's my fault for scheduling so many things, but April may very well kill me. And if it doesn't, May and June come close behind...


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