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Dear self,

Driving to Toronto, sitting in the passport office for over three hours, then driving home again in one day is a BAD idea. It is an even worse idea if they are forecasting snow in the Barrie area. Keep this in mind when it is time to renew the passports.

Love (in a very tired way) me.

Okay, so I wrote this for my usual Oz beta, cmk418. And I'm really hoping she enjoys it. What this means, though, is that the fic has not seen the tender mercies of a beta. Which might be a really good thing for the betas concerned. This is not normal fic, people. This is crack!fic. And I own it proudly. How cracky, you ask? Just check out the pairing.

Title: Next in Line
Pairing: McManus/Sister Peter Marie
Rating: oh god, totally gen. anything else would have caused me nightmares!
Summary: McManus has dated every other woman at work, right?

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And just because I feel compelled to spam my flist ...

I had coffee today with ancarett and it was awesome. We talked of fannish things. We laughed at fannish ways, including our own. And I wasn't at work for an hour. I played hooky. Heeeeeeee!!!!!!!!

Everyone should have a fannish friend that they can see in real life.

I wrote this as a companion piece to my last Five Ways story. This one is from Keller's perspective.

Title: Five Lessons Keller Learned from Vern in Lardner
Author: hg
Pairing: Schillinger/Keller

Author's notes: Big thanks to cmk418 yet again for comments, suggests, and the tracking down of stray plurals. Thanks also to luci_2 for the original prompt, and to ralu_1982 for her comments that made me think about Vern and Chris some more.

( On to Lessons Learned )

Here's another one I wrote for the Oz Five-for-Six Challenge.

Title: Five Tattoos Jaz Hoyt Got That Mean Something Special
Author: hg
Rating: G - PG
Notes: Much thanks to cmk418 for all her help and comments. I added more detail due to her astute observations and I think it makes for a better story.

( story here )

First: the icon.

I've had this icon for a few days now. It comes from one of my favourite scenes in Oz. It's Keller, Beecher and their usual angst and I love it.

I suppose it can be seen as aggressive. Or even passive aggressive, if you make a nicey-nice post and use this icon. But I'm still trying to figure out if it can be passive. Can I use it with no intent? Or am I fooling myself?

Second: the zen

Which, really, you'd think has nothing to do with the icon, but you'd be sorta wrong. See, I'm not a Zen Buddhist. I truly don't have the requisite respect for all living things. (I point you to my total belief that anything with more than four legs is unnatural and deserves to die). But Zen is a lot easier for people to grasp than if I'd written "Wu Wei and the art of fandom".

See, wu wei is the Daoist principle of non-action. And if I identify with any religion (and I use the term loosely), it's Daoism. Wu wei means not striving. It means peace in the face of adversity. It means being content to follow the Dao, the way, as it unfolds before you without trying to make it go the way you want it to.

And that comes back to the icon. If I use it to express where I am, is it without the intent to influence where I am going? Or without the intent to comment on where I've been? Can "Fuck you, ya fuck" ever be without striving?

Third: the fandom

Wherein I discover that I'm happy on the periphery of fandom. Nothing like fandom wankery to make you take stock of why you do certain things.

I write because I have to. It's not something I can avoid. Even when I have no fiction muses, I write poetry or take pictures and scribble random words to go with the pictures.

I read because I have to. It's something I've done constantly since I was four. Hell, I read the back of shampoo bottles and cereal boxes.

Sometimes, I am sarcastic, snarky and mocking. Okay, for those of you who know me ... often I am sarcastic and snarky. This seems to be my default setting, and I guess I forget that sometimes. I also forget that others don't know me and won't attribute good motives to me.

Trying to defend myself, or my motives, or my intent, smacks of striving to me now. I've had many thinky thoughts the last few days about striving and what I want. When I write, I do so for myself. If others enjoy what I write, that's great. And it's not because I wrote it, but because they enjoyed it. That, to me, is not striving.

I really don't think I need recognition for what I write, but I could be wrong. Maybe I'm fooling myself. But for now, I'm just gonna keep writing, and reading, and being my sarcastic self.

If you need me, I'm gonna try to stay out here at the edges of fandom.

So, just wanted everyone to know that we've got a new SGA comm up and running.

If, like me, you moan at misplaced modifiers, shudder at the savaging of spelling, and cringe at character crucifixion, then sga_mstjust might be for you.

In the tradition of Mystery Science Theatre, we gleefully critique, satirize and otherwise skewer hapless SGA fic.  So, come on over, read a couple of samples, join up for the fun.  Hey, you could even submit one of your own.

Oh, and make sure you join up.  blade_girlsaid I had to remind you all of that.  We need another four members before we can post it to the notice board.  *eg*

ETA:  I hate rich text.  That is all.

I promised pictures ... I give you pictures! And thank aithine muchly. Not only did she take the photos, she helped me told me how to uploaded them to LJ for me. *bg*

( Viggo pics )

Um, I mean, watch movies, yeah, that's what I mean.

Have successfully arrived in Toronto. Yay! Picked up aithine at the airport in Buffalo. Well, if by picked up, you mean spent a couple of hours of quality time waiting in the airport in Buffalo as her flight sat on the runway in Detroit. There is nothing, and I truly mean NOTHING, to do at the airport in Buffalo.

On an up note, a teenaged John Sheppard is working at the Burger King at the Buffalo airport. No, really. He has the hair (dark, spiky, rumpled), the build (tall, skinny, lanky, with a hint of hotness to come), the eyes (pretty ... what, you expected detail?), the baggy pants, the collar of his golf shirt turned up in that retro eighties fashion some of us wish we couldn't remember. He even had the super sekrit gay signal, you know, the little plastic bracelet thingie. Okay, maybe I'm making up the super sekrit signal part, but he had the bracelet. And while it wasn't a wrist band? Close enough. Seriously, I almost asked him if his name was John. *g*

So, letting aithine sleep in for another little bit, then we are heading for downtown because we are seeing a noon screening of Alatriste. OMG, so looking forward to the Spanish hotness. Oh, and I might point out the CN Tower to her on the way. What? You thought we were here for the landmarks? *bg*

Okay, off to prepare for movie goodness and stuff. Yay! We're on vacation!!!!!111!!!