USS Screwby
+ I have a healthy number of Dreamwidth invites available - if you'd like one, leave your email address in the comments and I shall get on it.
+ Pimping! ncis_bigbang is open for signups! Author signups close on 3rd July, so get over there quickly if you're interested. And reel_merlin take two is open for signups too - all that AU potential!
+ I keep forgetting to link to the Lewis drabble I wrote for the last porn battle. I think it's symptomatic of my shame at failing so dismally at porning in my own challenge. But the drabble is here: Bloody Magnificent, Lewis/Hathaway.
+ I have books! Generation Kill and One Bullet Away. My face might possibly have lighted up too bright to look at when I unwrapped them.
+ I know the story I want to write next. I'm writing it already, though I shouldn't be, because I'm only up to episode four of my Generation Kill rewatching, and it's going to take so many watches to get it all. But sometimes impatience gets the better of me.
+ Apart from last night (when I lost my cool a little after dealing with a colleague who gave me a wholly inappropriate and unwarranted verbal smackdown) I have been incredibly happy lately. I've been making my peace with things that aren't good, and making things right wherever I can, and it's restoring the depth of calm that I like and need. And, at the risk of sounding incredibly cheesy and naive, watching Generation Kill has been a part of this restoring balance. If an officer like Fick can deal with all kinds of bullshit and incompetence from his superiors with dignity, then who am I to lose my calm over things that in the long run are so much less significant?
+ This is not the Generation Kill story I'm writing.
"Motherfucking brass. That fucking goddamn cocky bastard Kirk gets the fucking Enterprise, and we get a broken down garbage scow."
"It isn't a garbage scow, Ray," Brad says. Ray ignores him. He's making a point.
"How the fuck they think we gonna conquer new civilizations in this rust bucket?" He kicks the navigation console, and it shudders noisily. Poke's fitting the fusion condensers the LT scammed off a bunch of Ferengi traders - he just smirked when Poke asked what he traded - and Walt's cursing at the weapons array which has jammed again. Or maybe the button's fallen off. Fucking piece of crap ship.
"What have I told you? It's not conquering, it's-"
Ray doesn't let Brad finish. "Oh, yeah, explore and make nice, and if the motherfucking natives don't wanna play nice, we gotta put our collective tails between our legs and run. 'Cos the Federation are the good guys, no matter that we keep blowing up fucking solar systems."
"One solar system. By accident, Ray. You gotta remember it was an accident."
"Yeah, and look who got the blame for the 'accident'. Not that I'm bitter or anything, because that'd be foolish. I mean, getting bitter over the Federation cocking up and sending the blame down the line like a fucking Mexican wave? Who'd be that dumb?" He thinks about it. "Oh, what the fuck. So, I'm bitter. So I think that we'd be doing the galaxy a favor and save a few solar systems if we set our phasers to kill and Encino Man got caught in some blue on blue fire."
+ Pimping! ncis_bigbang is open for signups! Author signups close on 3rd July, so get over there quickly if you're interested. And reel_merlin take two is open for signups too - all that AU potential!
+ I keep forgetting to link to the Lewis drabble I wrote for the last porn battle. I think it's symptomatic of my shame at failing so dismally at porning in my own challenge. But the drabble is here: Bloody Magnificent, Lewis/Hathaway.
+ I have books! Generation Kill and One Bullet Away. My face might possibly have lighted up too bright to look at when I unwrapped them.
+ I know the story I want to write next. I'm writing it already, though I shouldn't be, because I'm only up to episode four of my Generation Kill rewatching, and it's going to take so many watches to get it all. But sometimes impatience gets the better of me.
+ Apart from last night (when I lost my cool a little after dealing with a colleague who gave me a wholly inappropriate and unwarranted verbal smackdown) I have been incredibly happy lately. I've been making my peace with things that aren't good, and making things right wherever I can, and it's restoring the depth of calm that I like and need. And, at the risk of sounding incredibly cheesy and naive, watching Generation Kill has been a part of this restoring balance. If an officer like Fick can deal with all kinds of bullshit and incompetence from his superiors with dignity, then who am I to lose my calm over things that in the long run are so much less significant?
+ This is not the Generation Kill story I'm writing.
"Motherfucking brass. That fucking goddamn cocky bastard Kirk gets the fucking Enterprise, and we get a broken down garbage scow."
"It isn't a garbage scow, Ray," Brad says. Ray ignores him. He's making a point.
"How the fuck they think we gonna conquer new civilizations in this rust bucket?" He kicks the navigation console, and it shudders noisily. Poke's fitting the fusion condensers the LT scammed off a bunch of Ferengi traders - he just smirked when Poke asked what he traded - and Walt's cursing at the weapons array which has jammed again. Or maybe the button's fallen off. Fucking piece of crap ship.
"What have I told you? It's not conquering, it's-"
Ray doesn't let Brad finish. "Oh, yeah, explore and make nice, and if the motherfucking natives don't wanna play nice, we gotta put our collective tails between our legs and run. 'Cos the Federation are the good guys, no matter that we keep blowing up fucking solar systems."
"One solar system. By accident, Ray. You gotta remember it was an accident."
"Yeah, and look who got the blame for the 'accident'. Not that I'm bitter or anything, because that'd be foolish. I mean, getting bitter over the Federation cocking up and sending the blame down the line like a fucking Mexican wave? Who'd be that dumb?" He thinks about it. "Oh, what the fuck. So, I'm bitter. So I think that we'd be doing the galaxy a favor and save a few solar systems if we set our phasers to kill and Encino Man got caught in some blue on blue fire."