bits and bobs
Some shorter bits and bobs from last month and this.
Recent Tweets, National Treasure; Riley vs. the 140-character limit.
Recent Tweets from @ConspiracyHacker
@treasurehunter Do you think maybe it has something to do with the alien crash landing site at Roswell? There's always a chance something ca
11:25 AM Dec 1, 2009
...goddamn character limit, how am I supposed to find anything out about this stuff if I'm trying to fit it all into 140 characters? It's no
11:28 AM Dec 1, 2009
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH. The hell with this, I'm getting lunch. Back to trying to unravel the mysteries of Roswell or wherever after tha
11:30 AM Dec 1, 2009
@treasurehunter You know what? If there are clues on Twitter YOU CAN FIND THEM YOURSELF. I've had enough of this.
12:24 PM Dec 1, 2009
Look to the Future, Bernard and the Genie; a Yuletide Madness bit, in which Josephus gets what he really wants.
It's good to be home, but the problem is that Josephus has to keep telling himself that.
He did miss things, and it is good to have those bits of familiarity back, and he's - well, he's as sure as he can be that he settled things with the wizard to their mutual satisfaction. But now he misses things in London, and it's a lot harder to talk about what he misses when no one has the first idea what he means.
Well, Big J might, but he doesn't like to talk about things that haven't happened yet - even things that seem to be coming up a lot sooner than thick slice toasters and Barry White. Josephus tries to pass on Bernard's warning about Judas, but Big J only smiles a little and says, "There are some things that need to happen if you want to be able to go home."
"Home? But I already - wait, is this another one of those 'Kingdom of Heaven' things?"
Whatever it is, Big J doesn't explain it then, and Josephus never gets a chance to ask. The day before everyone's set to leave for Jerusalem for Passover, he gets into an argument with his fiancee. It starts with him saying the wrong thing - nothing unusual there, really - and ends with her throwing up her hands and saying, "I wish you would just do... whatever it is that's going to make you happy."
By the time she's two words in, he knows he's in trouble - the last kind of trouble he was expecting, considering he tried that himself, several times, and nothing happened. But the prickly feeling that something's going to happen is there, regardless of his experiments to that end; apparently, the genie thing isn't as gone as he'd thought. Then she finishes, and he can no more help what happens next than he can help breathing.
Or help suggesting that Big J start that fish restaurant with the surplus loaves and fishes. It's one of those things.
He nearly falls over, when the itch of magic dies down and he's in London, of all places. It shouldn't be possible, and he had really been beginning to think it wasn't, short of asking Big J to step in - but that seemed like a bit too much to ask of a friend, whether he's the son of God or not.
If London's been handed to him, though, he's certainly not going to argue. Not when he's got a good friend to track down in one bloody large city, anyway.
He can worry about what all this means later.
The Wait, NCIS; a help_haiti Lightning Round drabblething. Set during 'Untouchable'; Jimmy waits for Dr. Mallard to show up.
Jimmy shows up first thing in the morning, as usual - but Dr. Mallard is nowhere to be found. It's more than a little odd, especially when they're supposed to be starting an autopsy today.
He does what he can while he's waiting, but he can only make sure everything's clean and ready to go so many times before he starts going a little crazy. But, well, he's still only the assistant, and he doesn't know how much liberty that gives him.
Abby finally talks him into starting the autopsy, and Jimmy's sure he's going to be - well, be the next autopsy, once Dr. Mallard gets here. But then he does, and Jimmy's not dead, but he's got to put up with Mrs. Mallard demanding a drink from him and going to pour one herself - from something she probably shouldn't be drinking, at her age. (Or any age, really.)
He thinks he'd almost prefer being dead.
Recent Tweets, National Treasure; Riley vs. the 140-character limit.
Recent Tweets from @ConspiracyHacker
@treasurehunter Do you think maybe it has something to do with the alien crash landing site at Roswell? There's always a chance something ca
11:25 AM Dec 1, 2009
...goddamn character limit, how am I supposed to find anything out about this stuff if I'm trying to fit it all into 140 characters? It's no
11:28 AM Dec 1, 2009
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH. The hell with this, I'm getting lunch. Back to trying to unravel the mysteries of Roswell or wherever after tha
11:30 AM Dec 1, 2009
@treasurehunter You know what? If there are clues on Twitter YOU CAN FIND THEM YOURSELF. I've had enough of this.
12:24 PM Dec 1, 2009
Look to the Future, Bernard and the Genie; a Yuletide Madness bit, in which Josephus gets what he really wants.
It's good to be home, but the problem is that Josephus has to keep telling himself that.
He did miss things, and it is good to have those bits of familiarity back, and he's - well, he's as sure as he can be that he settled things with the wizard to their mutual satisfaction. But now he misses things in London, and it's a lot harder to talk about what he misses when no one has the first idea what he means.
Well, Big J might, but he doesn't like to talk about things that haven't happened yet - even things that seem to be coming up a lot sooner than thick slice toasters and Barry White. Josephus tries to pass on Bernard's warning about Judas, but Big J only smiles a little and says, "There are some things that need to happen if you want to be able to go home."
"Home? But I already - wait, is this another one of those 'Kingdom of Heaven' things?"
Whatever it is, Big J doesn't explain it then, and Josephus never gets a chance to ask. The day before everyone's set to leave for Jerusalem for Passover, he gets into an argument with his fiancee. It starts with him saying the wrong thing - nothing unusual there, really - and ends with her throwing up her hands and saying, "I wish you would just do... whatever it is that's going to make you happy."
By the time she's two words in, he knows he's in trouble - the last kind of trouble he was expecting, considering he tried that himself, several times, and nothing happened. But the prickly feeling that something's going to happen is there, regardless of his experiments to that end; apparently, the genie thing isn't as gone as he'd thought. Then she finishes, and he can no more help what happens next than he can help breathing.
Or help suggesting that Big J start that fish restaurant with the surplus loaves and fishes. It's one of those things.
He nearly falls over, when the itch of magic dies down and he's in London, of all places. It shouldn't be possible, and he had really been beginning to think it wasn't, short of asking Big J to step in - but that seemed like a bit too much to ask of a friend, whether he's the son of God or not.
If London's been handed to him, though, he's certainly not going to argue. Not when he's got a good friend to track down in one bloody large city, anyway.
He can worry about what all this means later.
The Wait, NCIS; a help_haiti Lightning Round drabblething. Set during 'Untouchable'; Jimmy waits for Dr. Mallard to show up.
Jimmy shows up first thing in the morning, as usual - but Dr. Mallard is nowhere to be found. It's more than a little odd, especially when they're supposed to be starting an autopsy today.
He does what he can while he's waiting, but he can only make sure everything's clean and ready to go so many times before he starts going a little crazy. But, well, he's still only the assistant, and he doesn't know how much liberty that gives him.
Abby finally talks him into starting the autopsy, and Jimmy's sure he's going to be - well, be the next autopsy, once Dr. Mallard gets here. But then he does, and Jimmy's not dead, but he's got to put up with Mrs. Mallard demanding a drink from him and going to pour one herself - from something she probably shouldn't be drinking, at her age. (Or any age, really.)
He thinks he'd almost prefer being dead.