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I woke up from a nap with the weirdest desire to write a SPN/The Wire crossover that involves time travel and SPN characters who only exist in mine and baylorsr's heads. I blame recently finishing Jo Graham's Black Ships and a promo for that USA show In Plain Sight for an episode guest starring Clarke Peters.

Relatedly, I have moved The Wire s.2 to the top of my Netflix queue. Screw my OCD system, I want to see what happens next.

Had a delightful weekend with fangirls where much Deadwood was watched and then spent yesterday coming back to reality, which always sucks. I came home not only to discover that the anti-abortion terrorists are still going strong but that the news media isn't willing to call a duck a duck for fear of, I don't know, offending the crazy people. Anyone who murders someone in cold blood with the express purpose of furthering his own agenda while terrorizing people into submission is a terrorist and should be labeled as such. And the anti-abortion groups who are waving their hands in the air and don't want to be painted as "extremists" are disingenuous at best and culpable at worst. When you are willing to engage in rhetoric that encourages terrorism you reap what you sow.

It's no wonder that there's a part of me that would very much like to retreat into Fangirl Nirvana and never come back to the real world. Because the Real World frequently sucks. And in Fangirl Nirvana we can make up crazy Viggo-style poetry, discover the strange beauty of the word 'cocksucker' and play Fangirl Jeopardy. Plus there are kittens, lots and lots of adorable kittens.

In sum: the world sucks except for when it doesn't and my subconscious is a very strange place. And now I have to get ready for my evening class.

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I keep on seeing those OTP lists all over the place and everytime I see one my brain goes 'OO OO you should totally do that!' And then I decide not to because I have OTPs and I have a few ships and I have other favorite relationships but it's all kind of all over the place and I know I'd just forget people I adore so it's best, for all considered, if I focus my ever-dwindling brain power on other things.

Like writing things! Actually, I would love to do that miscellaneous ficlets meme again because those turned out really well. So, hit me. Give me a character or pairing from a fandom you know I enjoy and I will try my darndest to write you a ficlet.

Anything you want! I'm yours to command. *crosses heart*

And since this is all done with the hope that my creative brain will be further inspired, here's a bit from the sequel to my Jo-Kat story that I'm working on. I have some excellent plans for it, if only I can get the ball rolling.

The bar door slammed shut behind Kat, its force pushing her another step forward. She blinked rapidly, her eyes adjusting to the smoky dimness after the bright sun of an Austin afternoon. The interior slowly came into focus, the same dinged-up tables and mismatched chairs as nearly every bar she’d trolled through in the past few days, the same Patsy Cline crooning from the jukebox. A man sat slouched over at the far end of the bar, his shoulders up around his ears and his hands wrapped around a bottle and the bartender haphazardly polished a glass, his dirty rag only making the smudges worse. Neither man looked up.