Friends, Romans, Countrymen, Lend Me Your Sporks
I just watched this again to see if it was as eyebuggingly, earwormingly horrific as I remembered, and yes, yes it was. I think the cracked-out dancing girls may actually be the worst bit, because dude, the choreography. Anyway, the only way I could make the pain go away was to share it, once more, with the rest of you:
The Ballad of Bilbo ( Read more... )
The Ballad of Bilbo ( Read more... )
Needless to say, I'll be looking foward to it.
BTW, whatever happened to the Alias/HP fic you posted a snippet of ages ago?
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It is in eternal limbo, thanks to my waning interest in Alias and my realization that the idea of Sark being related to the Malfoys was a rather thin premise on which to hang a whole story.
I can at least tell you that Rambaldi was a wizard, the artifact in question was magical, and that Sark was assisted in his thievery by Pansy Parkinson, who thought that if she couldn't have Draco she might as well have the next best thing, Muggle or not. There was going to be a nifty action scene where Snape and Sydney broke into the (heavily guarded and security-wired) estate where Sark was holed up, with Sydney using the best technology the CIA had to offer, and Snape surreptitiously casting spells that made Sydney wonder just what kind of super-duper tech he was using ( ... )
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Hee! That sounds like fun. If you ever wrote that part as a drabble, I'd be a willing reader :D.
I just thought of something totally random while glancing through the reponses here and seeing your Snape and Knife icons... What would happen if Paul and Knife met Maud and Snape.
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Somehow I get this vision of Knife and Maud exchanging amused glances as Paul and Snape bare their teeth at each other and try to be polite... *L*
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