primroseburrows | 's fliuch an oidhche, hù il oro, nochd's gur fuar i, o hi ibh o

Is Benton Fraser gonna have to choke a bitch?. Fraser would never have sanctioned this. Darn him for being all fictional and stuff.
Now that the Due South Secret Santa authors have been revealed people are starting to link to the ones they wrote. I don't think this is mandatory, right? In any case, Light the Sun is mine, GIANT GIANT TYPOS and all. (yes, Virginia, I DO know the difference between 'there', 'they're', and 'their'). I blame the fact that I waited until the last minute to post it and was crunching the deadline. patchfire was oh, so patient with me saying, "I can't look at that link, I have to WRITE!!!"

I kind of figured that when people read the part about the card game from back east, they'd figure out it was me. But then I realised, maybe not, because, um. It's not like it's common trivia knowledge or anything. *g* The game (because I know you're practically dying of curiosity here) is Tarabish and really does have confusing terms and scoring and just rules in general.

The whole scene came from an actual game experience. There I was in Scotchtown in the middle of winter, the only non-Caper in the room, me and my ~~little~~ Great Big Giant cheat sheet, trying to wrap my ADD-laden brain around it all. Eventually they took my papers away and made me play without them. Needless to say I lost, very badly, despite everyone else being far drunker than I was (because I couldn't drink the moonshine and therefore stuck to wine). I had a good time, nonetheless.

I'd still love to learn to play ~~better~~, so if anyone who a.knows how to play and b.lives near me wants to play, I'm all for it. I'll need three of you, though, to make a [insert obscure word that probably exists meaning "two pairs of players necessary for Tarabish"].

Also, I'd really like to repost my story on the archive without the typos and with a couple of other authors' notes. I'll be asking the mods about that soon.
I have three things to watch. Well, more than three if you count EVERY EPISODE OF BSG. elementalv's BSG-DS crossover fic has made that one imperative. melpemone, I'll let you know how my download of your upload (doo-dah, doo-dah) came out tomorrow, because finishing that one's the first priority at the moment (I've seen like five minutes, so I can't tell yet, but it looks good so far, clarity-and-soundwise).

Then there's this, which scriggle is sending me. *twirls her* I have an electronic copy (yay, fast!interwebz!), but I bet the hardcopy will have even better picture quality. I've only seen a few minutes of that, as well. I got to just about where this screencap is from, and figured I'd be wise to put it away while I still could. Mnrglf. (malnpudl, I can hear you muttering about how predictable I am from here. *twirls you as well*)

But my house is (fairly) clean, I just have to clean my room (because it's a firetrap at the moment, omg), so I should have time for some day-off media-watching marathonage. Yay!
I can't find my cellphone. This is a Problem, although not a new one. I know it's in my house, and I think it's in my room, so hopefully during cleanage tomorrow it'll turn up.
I've found two prospective places to stay in October. I want to stay at a hostel, and apparently the Cabot Trail Hostel, which looks very nice, and is quite cheap. I need cheap because I'm staying for at least a week (a side trip to Toronto on the way back is not out of the question, so money is an object for sure). The other place I looked at is Bubbles Bay B&B, which looks so pretty and quiet and things and I'd rather go there, but it's twice as much money. It's technically not a hostel, even though I found it on a hostel search site.
Capèrçaillie are god, may it do ya fine.

Capèrçaillie - Coisich, A Ruin

When I lose my phone, which is oh, once or twice a week, I ring it. It takes a lot of "OMG, it's LOST!" angst out of the equation.

Of course, that means I don't get to flounce about complaining about how everything happens to me, but it's a small price to pay for getting to work more or less on time.

I can't ring it, because it's my only phone. I don't have a land line anymore. *angsts*

Oh noes! Everything happens to you! And you can't even ring a friend to ask them to ring you because that would mean knowing where the phone was in the first place and then you wouldn't need to ring and...

*collapses in heap of circular logic*

I know! It's a sad, pathetic, angsty state I'm in. Oh, the woe and sadness.

MML & CC went in the mail yesterday. You should get them soon. Yay! Sociopath!Paul! :-)

Sociopaths intrigue me in general, especially the ones who are really, really good at it. To completely have NO conscience (which IIRC is one of the Official Traits of a sociopath) is just...*shivers*.

The casting for MML is great, because normally, you'd expect to see someone like, I dunno, Callum? in a role like this. I'm sure he'd be great, but not unexpected, y'know? I really, really would like to see Paul do more roles like this. And Callum to do more roles like Duck, for that matter.

Well, yes, you're predictable... but this is IN NO WAY a bad thing! *g*

MML... not a great movie, no... but Paul is yummy! And so very, very pretty!

And I don't exactly love CC, but it's worth seeing. There are a couple of scenes in particular that I'm confident you'll really appreciate. Heh.

Now, see, I've heard mixed reviews about MML. Mostly people are saying OMG so good. Even the IMDB comment!people liked it, and they hate everything. And the whole 'based on a true story' thing hits my geek buttons. Sometimes I watch movies for the plot, an' all. *g* And I can hear your hysterical laughter from here, too, so :P. *points to self* This is me never wanting to see Aspen Extreme, y'know? Not that I won't, because I tend to be a Completeist. I think I'll have to be dragged kicking and screaming to 20,000 leagues though, pretty or no pretty.

But really, what made me want to see MML was the video in my post, did you see it? Not so much for the OMGsohot!ness (although, hey, come on, I am not made of stone, here [/Thatcher]), but because of the scene where Patrick is practicing his grieving face and then just shuts it off, like that. Very impressed, I was (and apparently Yoda, I am).

CC sounds like Misery Goes to Canada. Not that I've ever actually SEEN Misery mind you. I've read the book, which is even better, right? Doesn't mean I won't like CC, but I'm going into it with the whole Misery thing in my brain.

I didn't think MML was a great movie. It's a good TV movie, but not great. Certainly worth watching once for the story, and again for the OMG So Hot And Pretty (which, dear lord, he certainly is).

Not a bad analogy for CC. *g* Except it's Canadian, so it has to throw some freaky shit at you, besides. Maury Chaykin is always good for that when you need it. ;-)

Speaking of which, have you seen Whale Music? Paul's part is small and not all that memorable (except for that one brief scene in bed that I replayed about forty-leven times... slowly), but Maury Chaykin is quite literally awesome. He's an absolute powerhouse of an actor, and he owns this movie. He's completely fearless. (Don't let the fact that he spends much of the movie naked put you off.)

I LOVE Maury Chaykin. I'm determined to see more of his films. Such a talent.

No, I haven't seen Whale Music. *adds to list, mostly because of Maury*

's fliuch an oidhche, hù il oro, nochd's gur fuar i, o hi ibh o

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