i always wanted a pair of tight pants

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Malcolm Reynolds (Captain)
Honest and a defender of the innocent.
You sometimes make mistakes in judgment
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the man they call jayne

tonight's tv date: Day Break, starring Taye Diggs and (DUN!) Adam Baldwin! Hooray! The plot is a timely (get it? GET IT?) mash-up of '24' and 'Groundhog Day,' with Taye Diggs as a cop who keeps reliving the same day.

Early critics are skeptical if anyone will actually watch this show, as it bears the unfortunate burden of replacing Lost, which is on hiatus until January. Some reviews are promising, others...not so much.

Tom Shales of the Washington Post says it's "...TV tinged with surrealism, mysticism and an aura of murky, existential mystery" and notes Adam Baldwin's finest moment:

Baldwin gets the best line of tough-guy, noirish dialogue when he menaces Hopper with "You are itching for a toe tag, aren't you?"

USA Today pounds the timeslot, premise, and the two-hour pilot:

"...Unfortunately, spend two hours tonight with this murky, muddled serial, and you may already feel as if you've been trapped in this day for an eternity." D'oh!

On the other hand, SciFi.com gives the show an A-,not too shabby for a pilot episode, and calls the casting "impressive":

"Taye Diggs...is an ideal fit for Hopper, an imperfect but determined man who'll do what he has to to save those he cares about. The rest of the players are equally well cast, especially Victoria Pratt as Hopper's edgy partner, Adam Baldwin as his ex-partner and main foil and Moon Bloodgood as his grounded and beautiful girlfriend."

So, who knows...but I'll definately be watching. Set your DVRs!

i wear the cheese

it does not wear me

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remind me to tell you my hinton battle story sometime

this was a surprisingly fun quiz, despite the lameness (and slight brokeness) of this graphic.

Sweet You scored 3 mystical, 4 suave and 4 evil.

Link: The What Buffy Character Are You? Test written by catwrangler on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

a friday ficlet

A fifteen minute ficlet
written in fifteen minutes (duh) and based on this word.

Fandom: Buffy/Angel
Title: My Own Man

Tell you this, anyways: I’ll be damned if I’m going to be kept on a leash, the little pet-able puppy. They might not think I have it in me, but I can still bite. Figuratively speaking, anyway.

So after patrolling with the little miss (who’s as self-righteous as ever about the whole thing), I decide it’s time to be a real boy. Head off to the bike for a last minute trip to L.A.

It’s not so much that I hate Angel (though I do, don’t get me wrong). It’s just bloody irritating the way his fixates. Two years and three boys later (including multiple filthy acts with yours truly) and he still thinks she’s coming back to him. And maybe she would, if he wasn’t off being Captain Broodypants, Boy Wonder. Which is why I’m on my way for a visit. Can’t have him sniffing around for the next hundred years of my life.

And maybe this will finally break her out of that corpse she’s dragging around, the icy shell that she lives in now. Maybe she’ll fight for something for a change. She’ll hate me for it, her and her little Scoobie gang. I don’t guess I’ll be seeing the little bit, or hanging around the Summers house anymore.

But that’s part of the point, innit? Be worth it, to feel one hundred and forty-eight dead, wooden years sliding into his chest. To watch it end, the way it’ll end for me one day soon.

I’ll be my own man, for a change.

from the mouth of fans

somehow i seem to have completely missed this fan phenomenon (fanomenon?) . how, i don't know. it's great though, it's like a geek version of 'take back the night'!

http://www.wired.com/news/technology/0,71084-0.html?tw=wn_index_23

If you live in England

Than you get to watch Anthony Stewart Head guest star on Doctor Who!

http://www.bbc.co.uk/doctorwho/episodes/2006/schoolreunion.shtml

Lucky!!

BWAHAHAHAHA!

http://community.livejournal.com/fangganglite/7636.html

Make sure to watch the whole thing. Just brilliant!

Some other links of interest, because I myself have nothing to say:

This blog entry is an amazing analysis of mass market publishing, from somebody at Tor. A must read for aspiring novelists.

Also, make sure to run over and visit Naomi Novik, brand-spanking-new novelist of the utterly delightful Temeraire series. I would say more, except that I'm working on an audition book review for the Green Man Review. So you'll just have to wait.

And for those young adult novelists thinking of stealing material from other young adult novelists, just don't do it.

my very first ficlet

and my first piece of fan-fiction.

the challenge: you have fifteen minutes to write a complete ficlet, taking place in any fandom, using a given word as a theme.

try it for yourself at 15 minute ficlets.

Fandom: BtVS
Spoilers: through Season Six
Pairing: Willow/Tara, sorta
Title: dunno, i suck at titles

It wasn’t just that she would never see Tara again. Never touch her skin or feel her energy sparkling. That was bad enough. It was that she didn’t understand where Tara was.

She knew where Tara wasn’t. Tara wasn’t in the earth, even if Giles did say that it was all connected. The earth, the air, the magicks, the energy. But Tara wasn’t part of that. Not under her stone by the water, not in the stained carpet in Willow’s room. Not in the sky, or in the window, or in Tara’s favorite sweater. If she had still been part of those places, Willow would have found her.

During the good minutes, Willow saw her, smiling, happy. No fear, no doubt. But then, inevitably, Willow’s jealousy and selfishness put an end to that, because how could Tara be happy if Willow wasn’t there? And then hating herself a little bit more, she would try to reinstate Tara to her heavenly grace, or at least to a universe without shrimp.

So it went, day after day, Willow sending Tara to heaven, and then just as quickly ripping her out again. How was she supposed to know which answer was the right one? The right place?

Maybe it would be better if she could just know, for sure, where Tara was. But she doubted it.

my continuing obsession

with Spuffy is getting embarassing.

but this set of stories is really, really good and really, really hot! short vignettes (named after nail polish colors, i love it!) detail Buffy & Spike's sordid affair. NOT FOR ALL TASTES. but right up my alley.

bloggity goodness

meet my new favorite blogger, the fantabulous ktbuffy. she's so cool. she lives in nyc, and is totally geeky, and seems to like buffy almost as much as i do, and reads a lot of good books, and likes to mock Snakes on a Plane. my kind of girl!

ktbuffy a-go-go!

love's bitch

...but man enough to admit it.

this here is a shout-out to everybody's favorite bad boy, William the Bloody a.k.a. Spike from Buffy the Vampire Slayer.

First of all, Spike is fucking hot. Second of all, the actor who plays him is really, really talented, and manages to turn a fairly one-dimensional villain into an amazingly complex, interesting character. Third of all, Spike's got a sexy (if unlikely) British accent. And finally, Spike is utterly bent. And while I hate, hate, hate the way Buffy responds to their sexual relationship (she is disgusted with herself), I love love love the kinky subtext therein. Below are some of my favorite bits of dialogue, found from transcripts on Buffyology.

TALKING
SPIKE: Can we talk?
BUFFY: Vocal-cord-wise, yes. With each other? No.(She moves off.)
SPIKE: We have to talk.
BUFFY: About what?
SPIKE: We kissed, Buffy.
BUFFY: So?
SPIKE: We kissed, you and me. All Gone With The Wind, with the rising music and the rising... music and what was that, Buffy?
BUFFY: A spell?
SPIKE: Oh, don't get all prim and proper with me. I know what kind of girl you really are. Don't I?

FIGHTING
SPIKE: Oh, poor little lost girl.
(He jumps up and grabs the chandelier, swinging forward and kicking Buffy full in the face with both feet. She goes down.)
SPIKE: She doesn't fit in anywhere. She's got no one to love.
(Buffy seizes him and throws him against the staircase, smashing the banister to bits.)
BUFFY: Me? I'm lost? Look at you, you idiot! Poor Spikey. Can't be a human, can't be a vampire. Where the hell do you fit in?
(Spike swings at her but she ducks and gut-punches him, then hurls him across the room again. He smashes into the fireplace and collapses in a heap.)
BUFFY: Your job is to kill the Slayer. But all you can do is follow me around making moon eyes.
SPIKE: I'm in love with you.
BUFFY: You're in love with pain. Admit it. You like me because you enjoy getting beat down. So really, who's screwed up?
SPIKE: Hello? Vampire!
(He swings at her again but she blocks and punches him. Spike grabs her and pulls her closer.)
SPIKE: I'm supposed to be treading on the dark side.
(He throws her against the wall, smashing a huge Buffy-shaped hole in it. Spike throws her across the room and she lands on her back. Spike stands over her, leans down and seizes her by her jacket lapels.)
SPIKE: What's your excuse?

SHAGGING
BUFFY: Shoe, need my shoe.
SPIKE: What's the hurry, luv?
(Spike looks very pleased with himself.)
BUFFY: The hurry is I left Dawn all night. And don't call me love.
SPIKE: You didn't seem to take issue with that last night. Or with any of the other little nasties we whispered.
BUFFY: Can we not talk?
SPIKE: (sighs) I just don't see why you have to run off so quick. Thought we could...
(He makes a lewd gesture.)
BUFFY: Not gonna happen. Last night was the end of this freak show.
(Buffy heads out but Spike catches her arm and pulls her down onto his lap.)
SPIKE: Don't say that.
BUFFY: What did you think was going to happen? What? We're going to read the newspaper together, play footsie under the rubble?
(Spike slips his hand under Buffy's skirt and she shudders with pleasure.)
SPIKE: Not exactly what I had in mind.
(Buffy pushes his hand away and struggles against him.)
BUFFY: Stop!
SPIKE(grinning): Make me.
BUFFY: No! No!
(She continues struggling, then gives up and kisses him passionately. She wraps her arms around him, grinds against him and moans with pleasure. Then she abruptly breaks off.)
BUFFY: No, no. I have to--
SPIKE: Stay. I'm stuck here. Sun's up.
(Buffy regards Spike for a moment, then gives in and goes back to kissing him. Spike lays her down on a pillow and moves on top of her, kissing her neck. She sighs in excitement.)
SPIKE: I knew. I knew the only thing better than killing a Slayer would be fu--
BUFFY: What!
(Buffy shoves him away and stands, furious.)
BUFFY: Is that what this is about? Doing a Slayer?
SPIKE: Well, I wouldn't throw stones, pet. You seem to be quite the groupie yourself.
BUFFY: Shut up.
(She wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, disgusted.)
SPIKE: I'm just sayin'... vampires get you hot.
BUFFY: A vampire got me hot. One. But he's gone. You're just... (beat) You're just convenient.
(That gets to him. Angry, Spike stands and pulls on his pants.)
SPIKE: So what now? You go back to treating me like dirt till the next time you get an itch you can't scratch? Well, forget it. Last night changed things. I'm done being your whipping boy.
BUFFY: Nothing's changed. It was a mistake.
SPIKE: Bollocks! It was a bloody revelation. You can act as high and mighty as you like but I know where you live now, Slayer. I've tasted it.
(He leans in to kiss her again but she pulls away from him.)
BUFFY: Get a grip. Like you're god's gift.
SPIKE: Hardly. Wouldn't be nearly as interesting, would it?
(Buffy pushes him away and starts to walk out but he blocks her.)
BUFFY: No! Let me go!
(Spike puts his arms around her and calms her. Buffy stands still, glaring at him.)
SPIKE: I may be dirt but you're the one who likes to roll in it, Slayer. You never had it so good as me. Never.
(Buffy shrugs his arms off.)
BUFFY: You're bent.
SPIKE: Yeah and it made you scream, didn't it?
BUFFY: I swear to god, if you tell anyone about last night, I will kill you.
SPIKE(skeptical): Right.
(Spike pulls a pair of lacy white panties out of his jeans.)
SPIKE: ...You're going to want these, too.

Ha! Yeah, I'm a geek, I know.