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All right, now on to less frustrating things. A couple months ago dodger_sister had a dream that, when she recounted it the next day, we all thought it would make a delightful story. I have the privilege of being the only one off my rocker enough to attempt to tell it. I think I'm going to try this whole "posting things as a WIP" for a while so here's the first part.

This doesn't have a title yet, the name on the draft is Codename: Hotass. It involves Victor Henricksen as a P.I., Dand Scully as a Professor/Forensic Scientist at a local college, and Dean Winchester and Calvin Reid as police detectives. I'm sure you can all guess why it's called Hotass. =D

( He'd always been a sucker for a bad luck case, for the people whose lives got lost between the cracks in the system. )

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Phew, made it in just under the wire for Sam's birthday. It's good to have demanding friends who tell you to stop being lazy. =D

Title: Let Him Do What Seemeth Him Good
Fandom: Supernatural with a slight X-Files crossover
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing. It’s all Kripke’s and the CW’s and blah, blah, blah. We all know who the real braintrust is around here.
Rating: PG-13 at very worst
Spoilers: General for the series. Takes place in between ‘Crossroad Blues’ and ‘Croatoan’.
Summary: Sam hears whispers of a faith healer in rural Alabama.

( Something was stealing children from their beds and leaving them buried in the soft river mud and he was prepared to say whatever it took to uncover the secrets that this town, like all the others he’d ever lived in, held close to its chest )

I wish I had never worked up my nerve to go into the comic book store because now I'm going to spend every cent I own in there. Dammit.

This is all to say that I picked up the first Sandman trade on Wednesday and loved it just as much as I've always thought I would. And there were so many other interesting looking books in there. Plus I hear Marvel did a whole Civil War series? I'm not a big Marvel fan but I would totally buy those because it's just the sort of crack that I can't avoid.

When the hell did I become Seth Cohen? *grumps*

baylorsr and I discussed it last night and we're not allowed to talk about the possibility that Supernatural will be cancelled because we'll end up sitting on the floor rocking back and forth. So if you want to save the both of us from insanity you must go over to Kristin's E!Online Save One Show poll and vote for Supernatural. Do it because you think the show deserves it or do it to preserve the mental health of fangirls like you but please, please, please vote. The network execs take this into consideration when they're making their decisions (as exemplified by One Tree Hill's survival last season).

One of the X-Files episodes we marathoned through last night was 'Die Hand Die Verlezt' and I think that was the first XF episode Kim Manners ever directed. That, of course, makes all the little homages in 'Scarecrow' that much more entertaining. Also, the evil!Aunt from 'Scarecrow' was one of the devil-worshipping teachers in 'Die Hand Die Verlezt.' I love Vancouver.

Apparently I'm watching a lot of second seasons at the moment (SPN, XF, BtVS). One of the things I've noticed is how much more pedestrian Buffy's direction is when compared to XF and SPN. Obvious SPN lucked out when a lot of the old XF talent came on board from the very beginning but it makes me wonder about Buffy. Was it just that Whedon didn't have the good fortune of knowing a great director when he began or was it because it was harder to find good talent at a reasonable price at that time in LA? Either way, it's only an interesting observation.

I think I will end with a quote:

"For if this Nation is to remain true to the ideals symbolized by its flag, it must not wield the tools of tyrants even to resist an assault by the forces of tyranny."
- Rumsfeld v. Padilla (dissent written by Justice Stevens and joined by Justices Souter, Ginsberg and Breyer)

I feel a need to talk about my two favorite things, TV and books. Yeap, no big surprises there.

Last night we finally got to '3' and 'One Breath' in the FGC re-watch of The X-Files. Unsurprisingly, 'One Breath' left us all a weepy mess. I simply can't comprehend how there is a rising generation of fannish-ly minded people who quite possibly have never seen The X-Files. When that show was at the top of its game it soared. Then we watched some Supernatural ('Nightmare', to be exact) and afterwards one of us (I name no names) may have gotten up to hug the television set and tell it how much we loved it.

I do, I love TV. People watch it for different reasons, some for mindless entertainment; others for the chance to become inextricably tied up in the story being told. For me when a television show is at the top of its game I'm completely caught up in what is going on, the characters are as real to me as the members of my own family and their trials and triumphs are as compelling as my own. It's hard to create a great television show and even harder to sustain it, as all fans unfortunately know. We've all watched favorite shows stumble and fall under their own weight but during their heyday they inspired creativity and curiosity and love in a way that is unique and irreplaceable.

Great television is about story and character, about action and emotion, about escape and commitment. I love TV and I'm not ashamed to say it.

Actually, it would probably be more correct to say that I love stories and television is one of the mediums used to in which great stories are told. This week I bought Guy Gavriel Kay's newest novel, Ysabel and was reminded, though I've never forgotten, that my love for the written transmission of stories is as great, or quite possibly greater, then my love for their visual transmission. Kay is one of my favorite authors, even his lesser works are of highest quality and eminently satisfying and when he is at the top of his game I'm routinely rendered tearful and speechless. He's one of the small category of potent post-Tolkien fantasists (a list that includes DeLint, Gaiman, Cooper, McKinley and LeGuin, amongst others) who instead of mechanically apeing Tolkien's style went beyond form to the root of the power of fantasy as a medium for rich storytelling and captured it to tell his own stories.

There are reasons why the oldest stories are always being retold in new contexts, why ancient myth is still as revealing today as it was 3000 years ago. We recognize and rejoice in it because the old stories are also our stories, our lives because time may move inexorably onward but the core of what makes us human is the same today as it was in the very beginning. Different forms of storytelling speak to us in different ways, the tropes and metaphors of fantasy are what do it for me where the structures of chicklit or regular fiction or non-fiction do it for others but in the end it all comes back down to the story and how it engrosses us and reflects a piece of our souls in new and familiar ways.

Stories are important because life is important and the beauty and desolation of it should always be extolled.

Had a most uneventful weekend. Did spend a bit of time running to and from my parents' house but besides that I got some good tv viewage in. I caught the new Kim Possible movie on the Disney Channel and, since I am apaprently all of 14 years old, enjoyed it quite a bit. That very night I also watched the last half of G.I. Jane which is not as bad as I thought it would be. I did not know it was directed by Ridley Scott. See, you can even learn stuff from Demi Moore movies.

I watched three more episodes of season one X-Files: Genderbender, Lazarus and Young at Heart. Somehow I had never seen Genderbender before and was not only impressed by how very Forever Knight the production values were but was also suprised by the appearance of Nicholas Lea as an almost victim of the killer. This was either a casting faux pas or already the Consortium had their eyes on Mulder and Scully and sent Krycek to spy on them. Unfortunately he decided to go to a club while they were up playing with the faux!Amish and was used and abused by the bad guy du jour. Poor widdle Alex.

Speaking of Mulder, David Duchovny was on Inside the Actors Studio on Sunday and I have a tape of it. I didn't watch much, only enough to see that Mr. Duchovny is still as smokingly hot as he's always been. *sigh*

Have begun a new knitting project. We'll see how it turns out. I'm flying from the seat of my pants here, as I can't seem to get the hang of learning from the diagrams in books so the project is mostly me going, 'Hmmm, I wonder how it would turn out if I did this'. We'll see how it goes.

I feel like I should have something profound to say but I've got nothin'. My profundity seems to have slowly seeped from my mind. I blame reality tv, personally.

ETA: Ah ha! It just came to me. I wanted to talk about books!

( I Like Books )

Oh no, the president of the company is hanging around today! I'd better clean up my act and at least pretend to be working.

My bladder is floating away on a sea of cola. I've had so much soda to drink today it's not even funny. However, the only thing I actually regret are the peanut M&Ms. They're tricksy little buggers, I always eat more then I plan. But they're soooooooo yummy.

Got home from work last night, fell asleep and slept right through until my alarm went off this morning. It was hella crazy. Hold it, I lie. I was awake for long enough to finish watching Ice, the eigth episode of the X-Files season one. Boy howdy does that episode mark the beginning of MSR. Wow, Mulder and Scully had some fun chemistry before that but the scene with Scully confronting Mulder and him saying "I want to trust you." was just ... wow. It foreshadowed so much of the shippy goodness that was to come.

My shoulder hurts. I think Doc Roe needs to stop by and make it all better.