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two sudden thoughts: one good, one strange
Good: I woke up at 3am, one of those EU-FUCKING-REKA! moments, with the answer to this chronic, nagging question that's been in my mind about some work I've been doing lately. It was so awesome,* I had to run downstairs and write it out, and then I was awake and kind of pleased and happy for about twenty minutes. Then it wore off and I went back to bed.
(* = When I say "awesome," I mean "awesome to almost no one but me.")
Strange: Yesterday I watched the preview for last night's Nip/Tuck (here, NSFW) on which Misha Collins guest-stars as a v. bendy and v. v. v. well-endowed yoga instructor. Needless to say, this does not quite square with my "Misha = Castiel" worldview. (TYRANNOSAURUS! OMFG.) So this morning, I was trying to ignore chronic nagging of another sort--Finn poking at me to wake up and feed him--and I had this idea for an SPN AU where Dean owns Winchester Extermination Co., a pest-control service and the family business. He's always loved his work--those vermin need their little vermin asses obliterated--but lately he's been feeling tense and cranky and trapped in the job. Sam ropes him into seeing Dr. Singer, who is probably the least sympathetic and coddling therapist on the planet, who recommends that Dean stop whining, unclench, and take yoga to relax.
Dean looks through the phonebook, but practically every place he sees has this idiotic mystical New Agey name. Finally, down at the bottom, he finds a listing for 'Yoga' and a phone number and address for a place in a run-of-the-mill strip mall, right down the way from a pie shop.
Two guesses as to who the yoga instructor is, people. And one more about the likelihood of bendy, improbably flexible sex0rs.
In Bones news: I finished S1 last night, and today I am going to start S2. I understand that Dr. Goodman is gone, which upsets me more than I can say, because I love Goodman, he's so awesome. Also, he terrifies Hodgins, and like Rodney, he is petty and vindictive and will edit your face if he has to.
Still, Booth and Brennan kind of make me flail a bit. That's all I'm sayin'.
Oh oh, and some icons FINALLY! The whole collection should be up at the end of the month, I hope.
.eta: Also, when did "evidence" become a verb??? As in, "evidencing this reading of X results in blah blah blah." VERBING WEIRDS LANGUAGE, PEOPLE.
(* = When I say "awesome," I mean "awesome to almost no one but me.")
Strange: Yesterday I watched the preview for last night's Nip/Tuck (here, NSFW) on which Misha Collins guest-stars as a v. bendy and v. v. v. well-endowed yoga instructor. Needless to say, this does not quite square with my "Misha = Castiel" worldview. (TYRANNOSAURUS! OMFG.) So this morning, I was trying to ignore chronic nagging of another sort--Finn poking at me to wake up and feed him--and I had this idea for an SPN AU where Dean owns Winchester Extermination Co., a pest-control service and the family business. He's always loved his work--those vermin need their little vermin asses obliterated--but lately he's been feeling tense and cranky and trapped in the job. Sam ropes him into seeing Dr. Singer, who is probably the least sympathetic and coddling therapist on the planet, who recommends that Dean stop whining, unclench, and take yoga to relax.
Dean looks through the phonebook, but practically every place he sees has this idiotic mystical New Agey name. Finally, down at the bottom, he finds a listing for 'Yoga' and a phone number and address for a place in a run-of-the-mill strip mall, right down the way from a pie shop.
Two guesses as to who the yoga instructor is, people. And one more about the likelihood of bendy, improbably flexible sex0rs.
In Bones news: I finished S1 last night, and today I am going to start S2. I understand that Dr. Goodman is gone, which upsets me more than I can say, because I love Goodman, he's so awesome. Also, he terrifies Hodgins, and like Rodney, he is petty and vindictive and will edit your face if he has to.
Still, Booth and Brennan kind of make me flail a bit. That's all I'm sayin'.
Oh oh, and some icons FINALLY! The whole collection should be up at the end of the month, I hope.
.eta: Also, when did "evidence" become a verb??? As in, "evidencing this reading of X results in blah blah blah." VERBING WEIRDS LANGUAGE, PEOPLE.
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Heee! Yes, that is pretty much what I did... He has a very matter-of-fact presentation in both personae, like "here's what the situation is, deal with it," that is vaguely menacing when he is supposed to be an angel but that absolutely cracked my shit up when he's the in-touch-with-your-body yoga instructor asking after penis reduction surgery. The brain, it cannot reconcile these things :D