88 lines about 44 Rodney McKays

First, and thanks to WG, I give you Joe Flanigan on slash.


runpunkrun and I are smoking so much Rodney crack over here we've fallen into our teenaged X-Phile selves and find ourselves under the bleachers all scandalous and writing bad poetry. Punk, however, and of course we've learned to expect it from her, fandom after fandom, is writing, instead, good fic, that you people will get to read some day. *I*, for I am special, get to read it now. And, it's just, we're toast. We've fully surrendered to this impossible, pudgy, brilliant man.

iamsab: Damnit that's a good paragraph.
runpunkrun: Rodney's got such poor impulse control.
iamsab: It's because you SURRENDERED to the COMMA PARENTHETICAL.
iamsab: He really does.
runpunkrun: I do love the comma parenthetical, I do.
iamsab: Mmmm.
iamsab: Yeah, it's such a sexy, dangerous lover.
runpunkrun: So quick to get out of hand!
iamsab: Totally.
iamsab: Next thing you know you're having sex with it 24 hours a day and ordering in chinese food you never get to eat.
runpunkrun: And then, somewhere between the kitchen counter and the shower, you forget how this started and what your point even was.
iamsab: And you have no clean laundry left and you've been fired from your job and the comma parenthetical is just lounging there, moist-eyed and desperate.
runpunkrun: And you just wish you could end it, somehow.
iamsab: It doesn't take rejection well.

Wednesday GIP

Survivor-watching people on my flist? Please identify yourselves. I will NOT be able to handle the Impending Demise of Steph alone, and it'd be so handy to know where you are when I need you to hit me in the head with a polo mallet.

This year's Survivor is GOOD; I can't be the only one watching it. (The less said about this year's Amazing Race, though, the better.)

do it for the PEOPLE

Lemme pimp kerravonsen's Finish-a-thon, wherein you list all your languishing bunnies, they are voted on by a jury of your peers, and the victor becomes the story you have to finish by the deadline assigned.

THIS seems like a great idea both to play god and puppetmaster and just, BAM, order UP all the fic you want from people out there who do it best, and also force yourself to finish something that, you know, otherwise might just sit there on your harddrive unbeknownst to fandom and never achieiving its day in the sun or its Warholish fifteen minutes of feedback!

If you don't do, at least pimp? This idea deserves to reach its curly fingers out way across fandom beyond simply the folks who are in Kerr's Greater Flist Circle, don't it?

SN/XF/XO: Travelling With Children

Like four and a half years ago Punk and I sought an opportunity to use the title "Travelling with Children" and also find an excuse to crossover XF and SN. So we did this thing, where they were going to play Clue for a long time and it was going to be very profound, but instead we forgot about it and did other things for several years.

Now, instead of letting it languish, we are pleased to present, in all its semi-unfinished glory, a story that we quite possibly started even BEFORE we wrote the Millionnaires XO. Could it be true?

Without undue ado:

Travelling with Children!