unreckless: (Baseball - Laffey)
Okay.

I'm watching the Indians game. We have a pitcher named Jensen Lewis, right? The play-by-play guy and the color commentary guy have the following conversation (paraphrased):

Matt Underwood: And Lewis comes in, puts down the side one-two-three. It's good to see Jensen have a good outing like this, especially from this bullpen.

Rick Manning: Yeah, but this team really needed more than four innings out of Jared... Jeremy Sowers.

Me: ...really, guys? (pause) Really, Victoria? That's where your mind goes.

IN SUMMATION: I need more baseball AU in my life.
unreckless: (SPN - Dubious Sam is dubious)
I found an unopened can of Campbell's chicken noodle soup on the bathroom floor, so I just ate it for lunch. I choose not to think about the hows and whys of how the can got to be on the bathroom floor, and the soup brought back so many childhood memories. I kind of wish it was chicken and stars, though. That was always my favorite. I never added water to my condensed soup as a kid, either. I would pour off some of the salty condensed broth, though.

Anyway, so yeah. I just realized that I should never, ever do drabble memes. EVER. I was taking a nap, and I had this HIMYM dream (Barney and Lily talking, it was BFF-tastic and awesome, and the fact I dream about friends and not, like, porn is probably kind of telling about the state of my life right now), so when I woke up I started to write [livejournal.com profile] caruso's prompt, a J2 HIMYM.

I NOW HAVE 1300 WORDS, and Robin!Jensen and Barney!Jared haven't even had a conversation yet. DAMN IT, ALEX.

(and you'll never, ever guess who Ted and Marshall are. HA!)

Add that on top of the 700 words I already had for [livejournal.com profile] winterweathered's non-AU J2 prompt, I am FAILING at the "drabble" part of this meme, clearly. And I haven't even thought about everybody else's prompts because those two just are the first two.
unreckless: (Baseball - Grady Sizemore)
posted by [personal profile] unreckless at 11:31pm on 08/05/2009 under
Dear [livejournal.com profile] caruso,

The fact I've spent the last two hours reading baseball slash is ALL YOUR FAULT. You and your recs post and me being tired of Supernatural fic... this is not on, okay?

God.


ETA: Ben Broussard/Ryan Garko? What is this fuckery.
unreckless: (SPN - Sam frownyface)
I'm going to have to go for an incomplete in this PP&P class. That's just all there is to it. Damn it.

Did some crappy writing today. Started my [livejournal.com profile] hermionebigbang. Looks like Hermione gen (maybe) with a side of Harry/Draco. Might be fun. I don't know. Haven't written Harry Potter fic in... three years or so.

I bought a mini-to-DVI adapter so I can hook up my Macbook to my 22" monitor, mostly so I can edit Deadsville with three windows open side-by-side at once. Still don't feel like working on it, but I'm encouraged by Bekah's initial thoughts on it, and I've been thinking about maybe developing the wives a little more. I'm worried about going too much into Closer territory, though. I cannot possibly be the only person who expected Clive Owen/Jude Law a little bit in that one.
unreckless: (SPN - Dean + Baseball)
The only notable point here is that Sowers continues to look like some kind of movie subplot where an awkward kid is forced to play baseball by bullies and ends up pulling at his uniform all the time. I'm not sure how that movie ends but it probably involves an animal saving Sowers. No animals appeared tonight and Sowers most assuredly does not have good baseball face.


from here in re: the Indians' appalling 13-3 loss to the Red Sox on Thursday.
unreckless: (SPN - Sam Wesson bloody)
unreckless: (SPN - Sam looking troubled)
Ten minutes in. I take back my earlier disinterest in watching.
unreckless: (Food - Whisk & Measuring Spoons)
WHY IS EVERYONE BRINGING THE COOKING PORN FIC LATELY? (and I don't mean sexing, okay, just cooking) STOP BEING AWESOME, MY LITTLE FOODIE BRAIN CAN'T HANDLE IT.

[livejournal.com profile] arlad with he drives me fuckin’ crazy (i am his everything), a schmoopy little ficlet, featuring accidental proposals or whatever.

and

[livejournal.com profile] essene with THIS, Home Cookin', a preslash foodporn dream, in which personal chefs are hired, superlative dinners are produced (BRAISED LAMB! CHOCOLATE POTS DE CREME! I'M SOLD, OKAY?), and the banter is fun.

Now I have to go and hunt up other food fic and make a themed recs list. Off the top of my head I can think of that Food Network one with the abrupt ending and Garlic and Butter (the Ratatouille one), and I bet there's plenty of good gen and wincesty cooking fics, too. I'm all excited about this now. Is it egomaniacal of me to include myself in that (I did write a gigantic one, after all)?



Also, much hilarity at [livejournal.com profile] spn_gossip. But no fights lately, which is kind of a bummer. Is it sick of me that I love when they fight?
unreckless: (SPN - Dean + Baseball)
Okay, after today? The Indians and I are not on speaking terms. Sure, they're all sweet talk, with the decent starting pitching, and they're certainly pretty in their baseball pants, but that bullpen? That bullpen is like getting beaten for burning dinner, okay? I BROKE UP WITH LOST FOR LESS, CLEVELAND INDIANS, OKAY? WE ARE DONE.

That is all.

Hopefully I'm not makin' another one of these on Thursday night after SPN. Or next Thursday, for that matter.
Music:: Black Lab - This Night
unreckless: (Bones - Skull with Bones in BG)
I have nothing of substance to say. Made it home from DC safely. I took tons of pictures at the Smithsonian, but then my camera battery died halfway through the forensic anthropology exhibit and stupid me didn't take the charger, so nothing else.

I'm still exhausted from everything, and the pile of things I have to do and haven't for my PP&P class just got one more thing taller today. I think I might have to withdraw from this class, I'm sorry to say.

And Big Bang summaries are up! I can't get over HOW MANY THERE ARE, OMG. Some sound kind of lame, some sound like stuff I would read on a slow fic day, and some I want to read immediately. Which, really, is par for the course.

Anyway, off to class!

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