cannot be comprehended except by permission . . .

I just figured out this meme is HARD! Because it's fun to get requests, but then you actually have to WRITE THE DRABBLES!

So both Laura and MFFC requested some PMG/DS . . . and Laura sent me the link from long ago where Paul almost drooled over Davey after he sang on the Merv Griffin show in Vegas (as they were filming SH there) so I wrote two drabbles that relate to that time and to each other and to the ridiculously romantic (at least in my head) years of phone calls and rendevous and break ups and make ups. And they're both actually only 100 words (which I am starting to believe is HARDER than a novella).  






( What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas . . . )

So I was up in the middle of the night, contemplating the House finale, PMS, and the end of the world via SPN, and this came hurtling out through a very angsty Starsky, who can ruminate Hutch under a table if he really puts his mind to it. Which he did. This took forever. And it's still not right. Which, I think, is precisely Starsky's point . . .

( And you thought Hutch was the buzzkill . . . )

 . . . because I was bored and I am tired of thinking of family things and school things and how do we carve out a future and what does that mean and blah blah blah blah . . . so I strapped on some nail scraping Hutch angst and had some fun. It's here at the meandthee drabble site. Which I hope maintains the goodness of the drabble form - which when done right (am bias, but ahem Susan) takes a hundred words and spreads them out into a thousand possibilities . . .

http://community.livejournal.com/me_and_thee_100/14325.html

So, Hutch went out for a walk and I'm supposed to be getting ready to go to the market because we have to get Mahi Mahi and Easter eggs, but instead, Dean smacked me upside the head with some things he wanted to get off his chest. So callistosh65  gets another little recuperative snip - the new boys now. I have to say I'm developing an unnatural love for all things Dean Winchester. Also, that I had to add Lillith, gank, and skank to my Word dictionary. Apparently, Microsoft has never watched Supernatural . . .

It's untitled
It's Dean - waiting for Sammy - again.

Oh but I just realized it's also kinda sorta spoilery for season 4 . . . so you may not  want to read it yet, Callisto!! But not so spoilery if you know there are ****** around . . . this live broadcast show love is hard!

( I have the urge to listen to some Steve Miller Band . . . )

This little fic has been around for a while - a long while. But callistosh65  and her need for recuperative stories has prompted me to finish.
It's S/H . . . eventually
It's rated R
It's kinda fluffy
It was one of my WIPs . . . one down, many many to go . . .

Get well soon, my girly girl!




( Starsky really needs a hobby . . . )

because I miss L.A. I saw Kevin Costner at this taco stand. I also saw and had a great time with him again . . . at another Mexican restaurant . . . what can that mean? I don't miss Kevin Costner. Well, I miss the Bull Durham, Field of Dreams Kevin Costner. I don't miss Waterworld or the Postman Kevin Costner. In fact, when I think of L.A. I don't think of Kevin Costner at all. Unless I eat a taco. Then I do.

In other news, being betrothed is good. Kinda like it's always Christmas Eve. State of Anticipation. But, like Kevin Costner, sometimes I don't think of it at all.  I'm thinking fall, apple orchard, linen dresses . . . she's thinking in the living room, lots of cake, big honeymoon . . .

My neighborhood in L.A. was perfect. I lived a block from the Brady Bunch house. I could walk up to Jennifer's Coffee and Henry's Tacos and Aroma Cafe . . . walk, did I mention that? Walk? In L.A. But of course, I often drove. On the way to somewhere else. To sit in traffic. In a canyon. I saw Patrick Stewart once in traffic. We were going opposite directions through Coldwater Canyon - he had the sweetest Jaguar, which is why I even noticed him. And so then I thought I'd turn around and try to follow him . . . yeah, well, two hours later and far from my destination . . . a cautionary tale indeed.

The cable guy is here now. We are communicating in a French/English way that seems less than conducive for cable installation.

Wish me luck!

Blame this on Sue - who suggested I get over my HouseFunk by writing older guys schmoop. Well, the guys kinda write themselves, ya know? And what with the sighting of them in a restaurant in Santa Monica, coupled with House and Co. filming just up the street on the beach . . . 

I think we all deserved the REST OF THE STORY (God Bless Paul Harvey). Respectfully transcripted from actual crack events.

It's RPS
It's Crack
It's DS/PMG with a little Laurie and Leonard for good measure.

It's always dedicated to LS, my crack partner in crime.  

( Dinner With Davey . . . )

A week in the Midwest.  Good friends, good parties, good kids. Missed girl. Missed home. Missed Survivor.
The end of a perfectly delightful Saturday was the sound of two keyboards tapping in warm companionship in rooms of our own. Yes, we have become Virginia and Vita. Of course we were aiming for Willa and Edith, since they summered in Grand Manan . . .

So here is flashslash. Of DS and PMG. It was written fast. Too fast. They have alot to say to each other, but it will have to wait. Plus I gotta get some Bobby fic out and join the madness of my new and shiny boy crushes. (Which is an odd thing for Virginia and Vita to be typing about - cute boys pawing at each other - but madness is madness . . . and we are MAD for those Winchesters!)

http://community.livejournal.com/flashslash/177161.html?#cutid1

White Rabbit - Happy First of March, y'all . . .

So I did this on facebook and Hutch told me to post it here . . . I do what she says . . .




( 25 Random Things . . . )