we'll be happy when the ice worm nests again

[sab]

1) Sally forth to Fanfiction.net. Gird thy loins. Plunge in.

2) Choose a book, movie, show, etc. you have never heard of (or, in a pinch, at least one you know nothing about aside from the name) that has at least ten fics listed.

3) Read only the first page of story summaries.

4) Using what you have learned from these summaries, describe what this book/movie/whatever is about. Be as silly as you like, but ONLY use whatever you just learned...

This is a funny meme. I think I stole it from schuyler, but don't quote me on that. Me, I looked at The Man from UNCLE because I don't know a thing about that show.

UNCLE, it seems, is a place, an organization probably, and there are definitely people named Napoleon and Illya who seem to be...in the snow? It's likely there's some sort of Polar headquarters, in Russia, maybe, probably Siberia, where Napoleon and Illya get imbued with all sorts of angst. There's also someone named Solo who could very well be related to Napoleon, but who doesn't sound Russian and doesn't seem to get to have any sex. Napoleon and Illya are ALWAYS in a cave, for some reason, and then they go on missions that involve royalty and probably Tsars.



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I'm plagued with inexplicable waves of guilt, the sort that start in your stomach and make their way to the tips of your fingers and toes. I say "inexplicable" because they idle at a slightly higher level than my usual low-hanging layer of perpetual guilt, but they aren't tied to any particular wrongdoings on my part that I can recall. I've been firing a lot of people, though, my first week as a supervisor, and it doesn't exactly make me a hug waiting to happen.

It's a tough month at work; the Democratic party's out of steam, liberal non-profits are flat out of money, and donors are too beaten to care and too defeatist to make the financial sacrifice in this climate. I can't say I blame them. Social Security's gonna drop again next month, and these folks aren't living high on the hog as it stands, between health care costs and school tuitions and the drop of the dollar with a side dish of skyhigh gasoline prices. "We'll never get it through this Congress," they say. Why should we fight to save the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge, or the right to an abortion, or the separation of Church and State? "We're fucked," they say.

My gingerbread medic placed 5th in the all-star tournament this past weekend. Between that and the night at the Cinema Room, my dance card's been full of adventure and bliss, and mostly it's just been a string of good, solid fun with some really marvelous, loving friends. It's the goddamned Christmas spirit. Hi, maudelynn.

Heidi and I went to the premiere of The Phantom of the Opera tonight, which played just like a musical, ran for three hours and didn't do anything surprising. Turns out Emmy Rossum can sing. I'm going to bed.

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Wonder how my friends and relatives would feel about donations to the DNC in their name for Xmas? Do you guys send holiday cards. Hee. No seriously. I can't think of a more worth cause right now, the party and the people in need of some hope, tired and strung out and disappointed, disillusioned. Wondering how it came to this.

Hugs you, and congratulations to the Gingerbread medic who I hear met an untimely end.