farscape

He thinks, what a strange leap we make, from we belong together to we belong together!

He thinks, I'd do 'im.

He thinks, fuck, man, shoulda brought a porn mag. Thinks, I can't find any out here? What kind of universe is this?

He thinks, or maybe, what it is, is just that there's something really really sexy about a wormhole.

stranger's world

In no particular order--

.Whoever said "no sleep till Brooklyn" was dead wrong.
.Maayan and Consuela and I might not be as different as we think.
.I love Pene the most, but I believe she knows that.
.Lost rank points on Yahoo Pictionary, lost a tournament today. No sleep till.
.Went to the bank and they gave me money anyhow.
.Soy latte, in the atmosphere.
.And the thing about Crichton, see. And the thing about Aeryn, see, because I can't seem to make her as sympathetic as I want to. (And, if someone would be so kind as to show me how to do the hidden text thing, I could talk *spoilers* here.) So we're in the world of creepy now, creepy competitive or just creepy, can't be sure. It's like Josh, and now I know this John too well. But I watched 320 and 321 again, in the bath, and I buy it, swear to god. Even now.
.Somewhere, J is singing songs about cars with her eyes closed, and I can picture it.
.I owe my sister thirty bucks.

No sleep till. Or maybe I'm a morning person. Either way, the new Alanis cd comes out today and I want it! So should I buy it, or eat?

this is a test of the emergency broadcast system

hey doubleh?

check this for me?

Caroline was a pretty bird...

Okay. /rubs hands together

Just as an opportunity to get it out, think aloud, bother you nice people with aimless cheers of characterization and non-said...

Crichton. Josh Lyman. Scully. Other people I've beaten to death and made me, though maybe not so much anymore.

I'm working on this long Mandy story, and she's nothing like me, but she's scraped together a personality for herself so far beyond anything Sorkin or Moira Kelly ever intended, begs that fanfic question again. but then, we talked x, y, z and battlefields. And Crichton, Crichton, Crichton.

( spoilers for Farscape's 320 and 321 herein... )