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. . . five episodes into SPN Season Two . . . still think Sam/Hutch needs to listen more to Dean/Starsky . . . still wanna say Bloody Mary to every mirror I pass . . . wasn't all that unhappy about denny/judah/john . . . have recognized 95% of songs from show . . . am wowing GF with amazing music and pop culture reference catches . . . love Ellen of Roadhouse . . . love her . . .

But then I have to pause and admit to my other new found hella yeah! passion . . .

NCIS . . . oh lordy Mark Harmon again . . . oh dear Tony . . . oh my Jethro . . . oh dear says Susan . . . did I mention Mark Harmon???
So, it's a mad race to the fic line - will I write an angsty deep conversation in an old black car or will I write a slam against the elevator walls as soon as they hear the ding, you're in the Navy now, boy drabble???

Or I could just finish my S/H - H/W crossover sequel . . . damn to hell the fixed aspect of this time space continuum - I could use some missing minutes right about now . . . of course, I haven't even thought of a massive Dean/Capt Jack/Gibbs/Starsky/House throwdown showdown . . .

Does anyone have a virtual Xanax???

So the icon is in the Atwater Market this past autumn. Colour (I give the Brit/Canadian spelling, although I do believe it is a waste of a good u) was almost obscene in its abundance. We used it up like it was everlasting and neverending. Here is the view from the window today:

And this was taken at 10am - the brightest it's gonna get today. . . but who's complaining? I'd like to, but apparently, in Canada, we do not complain. We just make do and suffer through and spend the long winter nights dreaming about how we're going to move to Costa Del Sol . . . well that's what transplanted Americans dream about . . .

And then there is the window from which I look out when I write:

The curtain is the result of my 12 year old need for glitter and the window is because the girl gave up her office for me. She shares every other space in the house with me, but gives me the precious spare room, because she wants me to have a place that feels like home. So tomorrow marks 5 months here in the hinterland and except for some jagged longing to see my children more often, I am home.
(But don't tell her - I've grown quite fond of my "nook")

So, the fabulous pimps (aka Sheila and Mara) have strewn chocolate all along the path and yes, we have followed blindly, in a chocolate haze right into the heart of EVIL GORGEOUS DARKNESS that is SPN!!!! Damn you all to hell (where apparently Dean is naked with a silver tray holding dirty martinis . . . but I DIGRESS . . .)

So we've seen 6 or 7 episodes and I have a question:

How long does the urge to say Bloody Mary three times in front of the bathroom mirror stay with you. Seriously, Susan has actually said, "Kaye, don't you EVEN think about it!"

But I think about it EVERY time I'm in there . . . sigh. What next I ask? Will I be holding seances of "Light as a feather, stiff as a board?"
Will I start looking for lost minutes like I used to when I watched way too much MULDER AND SCULLY?

I need to know what to expect . . . and I have to tell you - the CRACK wheels are already turning . . . David Soul as mentor . . . HOUSE PARTY!

Is there a 12 step? Or would that be a 13 step???

Helllllllpppppppp . . . . in a good way.

I committed flashslash as well (Laura you'd better copyright that) . . .

But it turned into Starsky/ Huggy . . . don't ask me why.

Here tis for any takers. It took me about 15 minutes, actually. Susan hates me for writing fast. I hate her for writing perfect. So there.

http://community.livejournal.com/flashslash/153038.html?#cutid1

Happy Saturday, y'all . . .

So it's almost Thanksgiving and Lyrical Soul and I have found a blast from the past to share and give thanks. See, me and LS write crack. Alot. Like 500 plus pages of the stuff. And it's bad and silly and perfect and brilliant and has kept us going during lots of flotsam and jetsam the last few years. So I gleaned a little out and I wanna share it with y'all, who've been so good about loving the crack. Which, really, who can't love the crack. Although this is less crack and more . . . sigh . . .

It's the boys a few years back. Before they finally gave in and just decided to be - in whatever form that may take. They're still angsty - they still don't trust themselves - they're still holding onto a rocky shocky past. We all know they get over it - hell, this year I'm sure Paulie has snuck up to London to get a little stuffing . . .

Okay, so this is our Thanksgiving feast - scraps of paper and voice mail and smooches behind a smoky bar . . . the little bits are mine - the smoky bar is all LS - like honey on a cello, man.

It's in two parts cuz LiveJournal sucketh great wind of fail!

( Ghosts of Thanksgivings Past Part 2 )

( Ghosts of Thanksgivings Past . . . Part 2 of 2 )

( The Ghost of Thanksgivings Past . . . )

DS/PMG
RPF/S - oh, who can even tell these days . . .
Crack Yumminess - Because he won't stop flirting with TV Hosts and because he gets up early to watch him flirt with TV Hosts.

So, even though I swore off writing any fic/crack/transcripts until after the semester was over, those boys and their crackish behavior have brought me back to intercept a phone conversation between you know who and the one who's in trouble with you know who.

with the usual apology to Joni Mitchell . . .

( Part One - Seriously?! )

Title: When in Rome
RPS - DS/PMG with a side of the Fry . . .

So I have tons upon tons of real live homework to do, but the boys insist on showing up on odd Italian talk shows, swaggering and carrying roses in their teeth, flirting with everyone in sight, including and especially each other , so I asks ya . . . what's a girl to do???

I hope this answers the burning question: WTF? Italy? Seriously, Italy?

Lately there are so many more questions than answers with our boys . . . which is just brilliantly beautiful to me.

( Leave it to Stephen Fry to suss it all out . . . )

Hope you have a swell day, my friend.

Miss you. Miss them. Miss us.

Crack will be forthcoming. If I can find my way to the store and back . . .

So I started tossing lines at Susan, kind of what Hutch REALLY thinks about Starsky moving in and she told me to "go write that down right now" so I did.

Takes place some time AFTER hers
(found here: http://sjames-centre.livejournal.com/36593.html)

It's more than a double drabble - well, because Hutch does tend to go on and on and on and on . . .

( Never Mind the Sherpa, We're Gonna Need a Chiropractor . . . )

Well, I'm up to my eyeballs in RL stuff,
but couldn't help dribbling out this little pick me up of a drabble. HA!

It's post SR
It's dreadfully desolate if I say so myself
It's gonna make me write more crack

But really, isn't it the most fun EVER to make Hutch suffer????

( Pyre . . . )

So in honor of mashfanficchick and kimberlyfdr and their mini SH con - where I know Kimberly is massively pimping all of her gorgeous SH gems - I thought I'd do a litle retro-crack. Since they're watching Season 4 and since Season 4 is where (IMO) the thin layer separating our heroes from their RL counterparts shredded into a thousand pieces of confetti ( I mean, have you seen Starsky Vs Hutch?), then that's where it starts.

That and the little comment on Me&Thee about what Paul was allegedly doing during this shot:

(Actually I was cleaning and found an old cassette of a phone call that was intercepted by some British blokes who are almost as snarky as our boys . . . and I transcribed it.)

( Los Angeles, California - April 1979 - 4AM Pacific Time )

I got five very interesting questions from the always lovely

callistosh65 so here goes.

1.Leave a comment saying you would like to be interviewed.
2. I will then respond with 5 questions that quite possibly could be personal—or not, whatever mood I'm in.
3. Then update your LJ with the questions I've asked
4. Put these same rules (or something that resembles these rules) with your questions
5. When people ask you to interview them, you will ask them five questions.

Here are the questions:

1 Since you are to be Homeward Bound soon, what is your favourite driving/road trip music?
2 What are you reading right now - fic-wise? Book-wise?
3 Which episode of Dr Who has impressed you the most so far? Why?
4 Which TV shows would older Starsky and Hutch be into?
5 Which would they hate with a passion?

( Here Be Answers . . . )

So I decided to do weekly installments. For one, it's a little hard to transcribe all the files so fast. And the fact checking is taking more time than I thought it would. People are very protective of our boys . . .

( Emma's going to be so mad she missed it . . . )

More merriment. It's like the Torino's heading downhill fast and no one has realized that the brakes have been cut . . .

( Doesn't anyone answer their phones anymore??? )

So, it would seem that everyone but RSL understands the problems he started with the little announcement of the impending . . .thing.
Stephen and David are winging their way to the colonies to try to avert a debacle that makes last summer in Brighton seem like a walk on the beach . . .

Paulie is still oblivious of all that is heading his way. Probably for the best right now. He hates soapy scenes.

( I loved her in Pulp Fiction . . . )

Okay, so the news of RSL aka Wilson's impending marriage, coupled of course with news of DS as reality show star, has surely thrown a wrench in all the summer plans. This story may take a while to unravel - but rest assured it WILL unravel . . .

It's PMG/DS and HL/RSL and a little Stephen Fry and Uma Thurman and a cast of hundreds by the time it's done.

It's like at the swimming pool, when you're all wet standing at the concession stand and you buy a jumbo ChicOStick and the sugary goodness sticks to your chlorine wet hands and you shiver in your towel and you're the most happy you've ever been in your entire life. That's what summer crack does to you . . .

This is all written for LS, cracken soup for the Lyrical Soul . . . and because that's how we roll.

( I. Summer Crack: Impending Doom )

So Laura's beautiful pictures of her grandparents, coupled with my Sunday visit with my own grandma (85) and my great aunt (81) who fight like sisters and whose mantle is lined with pictures of my grandpa who died 2 years ago and whose memory still sends my grandma to bed for "weeping spells" and then I think of my other grandma (95) who is dainty and proper and losing her memory which means she's losing my memories because she's the one who remembers my kindergarten jokes and my fear of mice and then I remember her husband, my other grandpa, who died in 2001 while I was in Amsterdam, which will always make it that much . . . more.

It just all reminds me that I am soo lucky to have been raised in a multigenerational world and so I thought I'd share something Wot I Wrote about that:

( The Carpenter . . . )

So due to popular demand and my own need for some smutty goodness (seriously, I don't know what came over me), here is the sequel of sorts to the two snips of the past week.

It's slash
It's sex
It's baked goods and blow jobs.
It's the boys being . . . well, boys.
It''s way longer than I anticipated - snerk.

Here are the links for the two pieces that inspired this one.
Thanks to all who wanted more. Good idea. Really good idea.

Starsky's Rant: http://peg22.livejournal.com/19728.html

Ken Hutchinson - The Original Emo Boy: http://peg22.livejournal.com/20132.html#cutid1

And onto the big finish . . . so to speak.

( thank god the plane was on time . . . )

Okay, so because behind all the love and respect and desire, these boys are COMPETITIVE!

Hutch's answer to Starsky's Rant . . .
Which can't really be called Hutch's Rant because he doesn't really rant - he ruminates.

( I miss Starsky . . . )

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I'm gonna need a 12 step . . .
Room Widda View
An SPN Comment . . .or rant . . . or demon dictation . . . whatever.
Yes, if my friends jumped off a bridge, I would too . . .
Thanksgiving Crack Rec of sorts . . . Part 2 of 2
Thanksgiving Crack Rec - of sorts . . . Part 1 of 2
Panto Crack 2008 - The Season Starts Early in England
Crack Fic: When in Rome
Happy Birthday Lyrical Soul!
Hutch's Sherpa Soliloquy - A Sequel to Susan's Drabble
The ultimate Buzzkill Hutch - a drabble
Flashback Crack: It's Always Harder on the One Left Behind
Interview Meme . . .
IV. Summer Crack: It's Not the Fall So Much as the Sudden Stop at the Bottom
III. Summer Crack: Voicemail
II.Summer Crack: It Continues With Uma
Summer Crack: Impending Doom
Monday Monday . . .
New Fic: Jet Lag - a sequel of sorts . . .
Ken Hutchinson - The Original Emo Boy

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Recent Entries

I'm gonna need a 12 step . . .

Room Widda View

An SPN Comment . . .or rant . . . or demon dictation . . . whatever.

Yes, if my friends jumped off a bridge, I would too . . .

Thanksgiving Crack Rec of sorts . . . Part 2 of 2

Thanksgiving Crack Rec - of sorts . . . Part 1 of 2

Panto Crack 2008 - The Season Starts Early in England

Crack Fic: When in Rome

Happy Birthday Lyrical Soul!

Hutch's Sherpa Soliloquy - A Sequel to Susan's Drabble

The ultimate Buzzkill Hutch - a drabble

Flashback Crack: It's Always Harder on the One Left Behind

Interview Meme . . .

IV. Summer Crack: It's Not the Fall So Much as the Sudden Stop at the Bottom

III. Summer Crack: Voicemail

II.Summer Crack: It Continues With Uma

Summer Crack: Impending Doom

Monday Monday . . .

New Fic: Jet Lag - a sequel of sorts . . .

Ken Hutchinson - The Original Emo Boy