I dogsat last night and today while D. and his fiancée were snowboarding in Tahoe. Today I had brunch with M. and his (now) wife at the Market Bar in the Ferry Building on the Embarcadero. They have a big outdoor patio, and since today was one of those picture-perfect, clear fall days where you can count the houses on the hills 20 miles away across the Bay, it was nice and sunny and fairly warm even right by the water. The restaurant allows dogs on the patio, so the dog sat at the table with us and eyed our plates pleadingly while we ate. I'm generally not much for anthropomorphizing animals, but when he sits in a chair he stays put rather than sneaking off to scrounge under other people's tables. Walking there and back, I had the opportunity to ponder, once again, the mystery of
this piece of "art".
Fer was telling me she hadn't found any good Farscape fanfic, and since I know she's trying to make her NaNoWriMo word count, I thought I'd link to an archive I found,
Leviathan, that looks promising. Because I'm evil. I haven't had time to do more than skim titles, but since I'm a sucker for a catchy title, I did read one story and it is fantastic so I want to recommend it to the two or three (?) people on my flist who like the show.
Scientist, Astronaut, and Nymphomaniac: The Nine Lives of John Crichton by feldman
Out of Their Minds AU.
Possession is nine-tenths of the law.
NC-17
I love humorous smut, and this story is funny and hot and is one of those stories that gets to the heart of the characters while maintaining the outward trappings of PWP. Plus, it gives me a legitimate reason to use this icon. I'm hoping to find more writing of this caliber in the fandom.