*is very disturbed*
How disturbing is it that the entire entrance sequence of Napoleon arriving at headquarters in the movie version of One of Our Spies is Missing is actually Faux!Solo entering HQ lifted from The Spy with My Face, or am I only creeped out by this because I just finished watching The Spy w/ My face thirty seconds ago? And why is there not more fanfic written where Faux!Solo gets offed but Real!Solo is never found? What might he have been doing instead? And why? And what if Faux!Solo didn't die but took Real!Solo's place intending to do more undercover bullshit for THRUSH since his mission went pear-shaped and ended up switching sides? Whatever happened to Serena anyway, and Angelique? I imagine them in some secret location as old women sitting on a porch eyeballing the cabana boys and being bitchy to one another, smoking and drinking tropical pastel cocktails...
I don't have cable TV or internet anymore but I by gods have MFU to watch over and over, hooray! And yeah, I should be packing and not trying to use my pathetic laptop and spotty intarweb connection to write meandering entries in, but I had a rough day dammit, so Illya and Napoleon are my consolation.
Saw my new doctor today, paid way too fucking much money for meds but I like my new doctor and I feel cautiously hopeful that he will help me get back to a place where I might be able to function again.
Anyone familiar with Celexa? Good, bad, indifferent? I also have massive antibiotics and the stuff that will make the pseudtumorcerebri go away again. I hate taking drugs *sigh* and wish they were recreational instead. Gah.
DOOD!!! How did I forget Scotty was in this movie!!!! And that he's shot, dammit. Why are the women always so damn batshit crazy in these things? ick. Also, why would anyone want to date Napoleon? Women die around him by the damn dozens, yikes. Poor thing, he's a bit of the kiss of death, what? Maybe we have to be extra brave to fuck him, oooh... There's a story there, I think. Maybe that's why I like slash... must ponder.
I don't have cable TV or internet anymore but I by gods have MFU to watch over and over, hooray! And yeah, I should be packing and not trying to use my pathetic laptop and spotty intarweb connection to write meandering entries in, but I had a rough day dammit, so Illya and Napoleon are my consolation.
Saw my new doctor today, paid way too fucking much money for meds but I like my new doctor and I feel cautiously hopeful that he will help me get back to a place where I might be able to function again.
Anyone familiar with Celexa? Good, bad, indifferent? I also have massive antibiotics and the stuff that will make the pseudtumorcerebri go away again. I hate taking drugs *sigh* and wish they were recreational instead. Gah.
DOOD!!! How did I forget Scotty was in this movie!!!! And that he's shot, dammit. Why are the women always so damn batshit crazy in these things? ick. Also, why would anyone want to date Napoleon? Women die around him by the damn dozens, yikes. Poor thing, he's a bit of the kiss of death, what? Maybe we have to be extra brave to fuck him, oooh... There's a story there, I think. Maybe that's why I like slash... must ponder.