CSI, general venting, and the evil pirate people.

Am traumatized. No puppies. I looked in the box, and there was no box. The evil money-makers had stolen those puppies and left nothing there but a few words of text.

I read a great set of stories-for-the-tearing-of-hair-out by Lucy Hale:
http://www.fubitchacademy.com/stories/MNM.htm
and must rest the brain to regain my own sense of those guys before I can continue the unpunk epic. Was also broken-hearted at the sheer meanness of Callum in this story. Lucy! Buttercup! Please let Chris and Juju find love!

But I'll forgive you anything because of "Singing with the Radio".

CSI. Well, I've only seen one episode. Sadly, I thought the team members were inclined to view their own theories as truth, and unable to think freely enough to be trustworthy in a real-world scenario. But then, it's tv, so. The bullet-headed guy sure flirted a lot with the "geeky but lovable" lab guy. The team leader is a bit of a get, isn't he? This show needs femmeslash.

Lots of naked women dancing for grumpy men, few happy women getting good sex, this is what my tv viewing has shown me. It's a sad state of affairs. Plus, all the lonely women for whom no naked women grind. It's just not right.

Let this fall be the season of femmeslash! Chloe/Lana, Joey/Jen, Buffy/Faith, Tinkerbell/Wendy. Bring 'em all on. And let there be raw smut! Women need down-n-dirty romping too.


Let it be so.


:O)
Night, folks.

P.S. No snippet tonight, as I am inclined to write dialogue reflective of the shows I just watched. (It's the inner mimic). It would just be too scary, so.no.
But I'll be back tomorrow.