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turpsSupernatural was watched last night, and James liked it, just like I knew he would. The show's been pushed a lot over here, with Sam and Dean on billboards and I was so happy to find SPN with a half page advert in the Sunday paper yesterday. You know that's going to be cut out and put on my board 'o pretty men.
Tonight Prison Break starts so I'm going to give that a go. I know![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
castalie likes it and she has great taste, so fingers crossed it'll be added to my list of shows to watch. Which is good as most of the things I'm watching at the moment are quite sad to admit to. But yes, tonight it's America's Next Top Model then Prison Break, which sounds good to me.
I'm going to meme now because I'm in all day and need the distraction. So, ask me for my lists of five things. I'll give it a go. It's an old meme I know but still, lists have to be good :)
Tonight Prison Break starts so I'm going to give that a go. I know
castalie likes it and she has great taste, so fingers crossed it'll be added to my list of shows to watch. Which is good as most of the things I'm watching at the moment are quite sad to admit to. But yes, tonight it's America's Next Top Model then Prison Break, which sounds good to me.I'm going to meme now because I'm in all day and need the distraction. So, ask me for my lists of five things. I'll give it a go. It's an old meme I know but still, lists have to be good :)
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Date: 2006-01-23 01:48 pm (UTC)Top 5 Chris moments, real
Top 5 reasons TrickC should be my new OTP
top 5 things you cheat at regularly
top 5 habits you wish you were in
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Date: 2006-01-23 01:53 pm (UTC)1. Because, yes.
2. Because, yes.
3. Because, yes.
4. Because, yes.
5. Because, yes.
;)
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Date: 2006-01-23 02:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-23 03:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-23 03:13 pm (UTC):P
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Date: 2006-01-23 03:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-23 01:59 pm (UTC)I'm on it!
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Date: 2006-01-23 01:59 pm (UTC)Also, should you feel like you're being hit by a gazillion names of different characters and all, never fear, everything will be cleared soon enough. But I know it's one of the things that annoyed me when I first tried to get into Prison Break - you shouldn't introduce or mention 455 names in the pilot of any brand new show, you know? But I forgave them and all is good now :-)
Also what about... five favourite TS clichés? And five favourite popslash clichés, too, since we're on the subject *g*
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Date: 2006-01-23 02:05 pm (UTC)Thanks for the heads up though, if I get confused I'll know to hang in there.
Cool lists too!
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Date: 2006-01-23 02:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-23 03:53 pm (UTC)But what did I do this time? *g*
*smooches*
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Date: 2006-01-23 04:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-23 04:56 pm (UTC)I got doubts and hit the delete button. It's in comments now though, hidden so it's not too bad.
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Date: 2006-01-23 02:14 pm (UTC)top five icons [yours]
top five icons [other people on your flist's]
top five thngs to cook for dinner / tea
top five things that make you smile
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Date: 2006-01-25 01:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-23 02:46 pm (UTC)Top 5 things to do when you should be doing something else entirely?
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Date: 2006-01-23 03:51 pm (UTC)I wrote something for you ;)
Back on Eklduros Prime, Ensign Redshirt’s room was full of holo pictures of the famous Captain Kirk and his crew. They reminded him of his dreams, his ambition that one day he’d also seek out new worlds, new civilisations, boldly go where no hulumphpnes has gone before.
He’d achieved that dream, so full of pride as he graduated Starfleet academy ready to take on the universe. Then within weeks was stranded in the delta quadrant with a cobbled together crew. A schizophrenic midget in the captain chair, a plank of tattooed wood by her side. A traitor at the helm, a hologram as a doctor, a something poisoning them in the mess, and that wasn’t even touching the inflated Barbie doll stalking the corridors.
No, space exploration wasn’t supposed to be like this, and impossibly, when they discovered the distress signal, things only got worse for the hapless Ensign Redshirt.
~*~*~*~
“Captain, we’re approaching the origin of the distress signal.” Hands caressing the con, Tom looked back over his shoulder, smiling a little as Captain Janeway moved to stand behind him, one hand resting familiarly against his neck. Touch gentle, her fingers brushing against his skin as she peered at the screen.
“Ltd Tuvok, assemble an away team. We’ve a distress signal to explore.” Janeway spun away from Tom, eyes gleaming as she motioned Chakotay back into his chair.
Not that Ensign Redshirt could blame her. Months without shoreleave were enough to drive anyone crazy, or crazier in some cases. Not that he thought Janeway was certifiable. Not much anyway, and certainly only in the privacy of his own head.
“You’re joining us, Captain?”
The rise of Tuvok’s eyebrow was hidden, but Redshirt knew it was there, the same way he knew the chosen few would set foot on solid ground. Paris, Seven and Kim he could understand, but Neelix!? It was insane that that moving lump of garish fabric, tufts and whiskers was even allowed to associate with command, never mind go to shore. It was a disgrace, and if he wasn’t years away from Starfleet Headquarters Redshirt would surely complain.
“Is there a problem, Ensign?”
Tuvok’s question cut through Redshirt’s thoughts, and he looked up, mortified to see almost all of command staring at him. Paris and Kim were even sniggering, bastards. “No problem, sir.” Redshirt replied, relieved that his voice sounded steady even as his mind flailed for what Tuvok had said.
“Come on, Kav. Distress signals wait for no man, or hulumphpnes either.”
Thoughts of shoving Paris out of an airlock for the use of the hated nickname fled Redshirt’s mind as the realisation hit. He was going planetside, on an away team. This is what he’d studied for, why he’d joined Starfleet! At last he was going to achieve his dream. Life couldn’t get any better than this moment.
~*~*~*~*~
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Date: 2006-01-23 03:51 pm (UTC)Paris had said the contraption was something called a bus. All Redshirt knew was he’d never seen anything as dangerous in all his 690 years. Run on exploding fossils. That was insane! Of course that was nothing on what had been inside, and Redshirt rested his head in his hands, biting at the flesh of his thumb as he tried not to cry.
Why had he been left in charge of these infernal idiots? Why!? It was like herding arkalian cats with one hand. Impossible! No wonder Janeway had stalked away without a backward look, and as for the doctor. Redshirt knew healthy people, and these people weren’t at all.
“What does this do? And this? And this?”
“Don’t touch that!” Springing forward, Redshirt pulled the little ones hand away from the airlock controls. Not that it wasn’t tempting to let him be. Exploding in a vacuum had to be better than this.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about!”
The little one’s hand grasped in his own, Redshirt hurried toward Seven who’d just walked into the room. Usually he’d be intimidated by the Borg and her bosoms that threatened to poke out his eyes, but this time he welcomed her, loved her, hoped she’d never leave his side.
“Are you talking to me?” Seven looked at the big one; gaze cool until he finally looked up. The strange one was looking too, seemingly transfixed by the shimmer of her catsuit, as he carefully ran his fingers across the fabric.
“This is so cool. Do you have a stylist?”
“I do not. The doctor takes care of all my clothing needs.” Seven stared at the strange one, taking in his furry coat and pants that seemed more holes than fabric. “It appears your clothes are in need of repair.”
“They’re supposed to be like that, cat.” The weird one smiled, wide and bright, and unbelievably Seven smiled back, just a little, a tiny curl of lip that Redshirt had never seen before. “But I do like what you’re wearing, how about you introduce me to this doctor. Maybe he could outfit me too?”
Redshirt squeaked in horror, he couldn’t help it.
“Bless you.” The curly one had good manners; Redshirt had to admit that, though those manners were over shaded by his utter annoying habit of slapping at the small one and laughing like an earth donkey being attacked by a racitat.
“Thank you.” Redshirt inclined his head, polite to the core, and attempted to prise his way between Seven and the weird one, but it was impossible, especially with the small one pulling at his hand and the one with eyes staring, one perfect brow arched in a scary Vulcan way. It made Redshirt uneasy, like he was a specimen on a plate. He didn’t like it.
“Is that a laser?”
He shouldn’t give weapon details to unknown aliens, but the one with eyes was staring and the small one was trying to pull away and the curly one was laughing and the weird one was taking off his clothes, and oh my! So was Seven as the big one hooted and encouraged in his crude alien way. “Yes it’s a laser.”
“Does it kill?”
“Yes.” Lurching for Seven, Redshirt wondered about proving that it killed. Five shots and they’d be gone, but he really didn’t want to be in the brig for years, and the one with eyes was wiggling a stick against a sheet of old tree, grin evil all the time.
Redshirt fell to his knees and cried.
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Date: 2006-01-23 04:37 pm (UTC)Let's see, the small one is Chris, obviously, and the strange one is JC and the one with the eyes is Lance, equally obvious. Then the big one must be Joey - Don't stare at the lady's bosoms, Joey! (I loved the way Redshirt was afraid her bosoms would poke is eyes out!), and the curly one Justin, (heee, even aliens think that he sounds like donkey when he laughs :-) Poor, poor ensign Redshirt! He's doomed, so doomed :-) Will we get to know what happens after this? How long will it take until JC has the entire ship eating out of his hand? How long until Joey has slept with all the female crew members? How long until Lance has cornered the black market? How long until the final showdown who's the biggest start, Janeway or Justin? And how long until Chris manages to make Nsync universe-famous? (And achive his life's ambition to be in a threesome with JC and Lance :-)
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Date: 2006-01-23 03:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-23 03:49 pm (UTC)I think you'd be an awesome gay Incubus. If you get the job, make sure you diplay lots of Jared and Jensen skin ;)
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Date: 2006-01-23 04:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-23 05:57 pm (UTC)I've my fingers crossed I'll like it.