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Judge Orders YouTube to Expose User View Habits and History

2008-07-16T17:25:08Z

I'm not sure if anyone else has linked to this, but I just had to:

A federal judge yesterday ruled that Google Inc. must turn over a YouTube logging database containing 12TB of data that includes user log-in IDs, IP addresses and video viewing habits to Viacom International Inc.

Score another hit against our privacy. Not that I'm ashamed of anything I watch on YouTube, but it's certainly the principle of the idea. Not to mention the fact that, how hard would it be for Viacom to start going after people who watch copyrighted material, let alone just the ones who post it.

It's also a question of "Fair Use" at least when it comes to video snippets, and it may soon be put to the courts because of this. I find it hard to believe that any judge that could so carelessly toss aside our privacy would be inclined to side with anybody but the big-ass corporations that the average joe has no possibility of defending him/herself against.

Ok wait! I was just about to post when I found this:

(Posted Jul 14th) YouTube will be allowed to mask important user information from records it must turn over to Viacom...Google is also likely to ask to see similar records about Viacom's employees. That might show that while Viacom's lawyers were demanding YouTube to remove it's videos, Viacom's marketing managers may have been among those that posted them.

The plot thickens. Because apparently it's never just about privacy rights and protecting writers property. It's just about big businesses duking it out.

Doctor Who 412-413

2008-07-09T23:16:39Z

Wow...I still feel emotionally raw after watching the last two episodes back to back.

Sure, nobody died, not really, and everybody sorta got a happy ending, but again, not really. I'm still trying to organize my thoughts, but here's my go at it. I have some issues with plot and missed opportunities (writing wise) but those aside I was thinking of a few things:

Donna

-By far the biggest tragedy. I know a lot of people have already touched on this, and I honestly can't say if death would have been better for her than never knowing all the wonderful things she did. Because the possibility exists that she could still become great again, but it just kills me that she never really understood her self-worth until the end, until she absorbed the Doctor's mind, and that was the thing that undid it all. I guess one of the problems I have with the writing is that the last few episodes all built up to Donna having to make a choice, a choice that would save the universe and destroy herself, but in the end, it seemed like there was no choice at all. She didn't chose to stay on board the TARDIS when the Daleks captured it- the door closed on it's own. When she reached out to the Doctor's hand, I don't think she knew what was going to happen, I think she was just hoping to release his energy or something. This is very different than the choice Rose made, Rose had seen what happened to someone who looked into the heart of the TARDIS. She'd been warned. Now I'm not trying to compare Rose and Donna, I love them both, I'm just saying that given all the build up about choices and alternate timelines and such--RDT had the chance here to make it come full circle and didn't. Donna was "fated" to save the universe and fated to lose it all.

Fate sucks sometimes.

-Ok, I can't let this bit go: What was the point of the Shadow Proclamation girl seeing something on Donna's back? Yet something else pointing to the fact that Donna had a choice to make because didn't the bug eat alternate timelines? Gah. I don't know.

Rose

-I do wish I'd been a fly on the wall when she figured out why Jack was still alive. Again, it's about choices and a choice that she made, but we didn't get the opportunity to witness the impact of her choice on her. Presumably she'd be happy Jack was still alive, but eventually, the realization of what it would mean would hit her. Still, it was great seeing her again, but it would have been cooler still if Rose had maybe taken the opportunity to tell Donna what happens when you get Time Lord knowledge in your head. It nearly killed her, and this would have been the perfect opportunity to present Donna with the knowledge that would let her make The Choice. Rose could have done this when she realized what she did to Jack. Gah.

Ok, I'm trying to let this go now.

Unit

-Ultimate Code Red? Seriously? Who comes up with this? And someone please, fix their berets. They look like someone took wet pancakes and put them on their heads.

Doctor

One thing I've noticed, even before...why is the doctor so hesitant to salute? Is it just because it's a military gesture? At first I thought so, but given all the saluting in the last two eps, I got thinking...

There are some theories how the salute came about:

1. As a knight approached someone, they lifted their visor, showing who they were and showing that they did not want to fight.

2. To show that their right hand was free of weapons.

In regards to the first point, I think it's fair to say that the doctor isn't really prepared to show his companions who he really is. Mostly, I think, because he doesn't really know. He values peace and yet he knows he has his rage buried deep within. He saw something horrible and frightening when he looked in the schism and hasn't stopped running away since. He ran away from Jack when Rose resurrected him. He dealt out his justice to Harriet Jones and then ran away from her too. I loved that look of surprise when Jack--was it Jack? told him what she'd done. He looked so surprised to even hear her name. I think he's been running away from who he is, all the good and bad things he's capable of, unable to reconcile them. And given what the Head!Dalek was going on about during their capture, I think maybe this is a fair statement.

I think he's also hesitant to say that he is free of weapons, because while doctors usually swear to do no harm (The Doctor especially), I think it's very ironic that for all his protests against violence, in the end he hurts people far more than if he were to just pull out a gun and shoot them.

To be honest, I like the fact that he's got issues. He's so much more interesting when he's got rage, conflict or denial inside of him, rather than self-pity. I can't take anymore doctor self-pity after Season 3.

The Doctor's Companions

-I do wish they'd been more than just eye candy. Don't get me wrong, they were very pretty eye candy. And I loved seeing Rose's mom again (though again, I was expecting a little more snark between her and the doctor) and Hi Jack! *waves* (Though I think I liked him better when he was still a con artist). I can't help it, I like my characters flawed. I liked that they went for the "guns" to save the universe, even though the Doctor didn't want that. I guess I just wish more of their individual personalities had come through (and their personal issues) and that the solution had involved more of their choices (be them good or bad) rather than just being in the right place at the right time and having the teleporters recharge at just the right moment.

Overall I liked it...I couldn't possibly spend this much time thinking about a show I didn't like--even if most of what I'm thinking about is possible fics I could write to really showcase the characters flaws and see how much trouble I can can get them into. *g*

Doctor Who Season 3/4

2008-06-27T03:16:25Z

Apparently I do still think about TV shows...(no spoilers about the last few episodes of S4)

First off, can I tell you all how much I love Donna. I think she's just what the doctor ordered (err...no pun intended). She's strong and opinionated and she doesn't put up with the Doctor's crap. (Cause he's awesome but yes, sometimes he needs someone to save him from himself). On thinking about it, I realized that I'm enjoying this season a lot more than last. I mean, I loved last season too...but it's just the Doctor wasn't in a happy place back then and I don't think Martha was the person he needed to help bring him out of it. I think he DID need her--he needed to learn that though Rose left because she had no choice, Martha in the end, left him because she did have a choice. Sure, she loved him and he could never love her back, but maybe if he'd been a little kinder to her...been as amazed by her as he was of Rose and is of Donna, seen beyond the fact that she had a crush on him, she might have stayed. Regardless, she left him of her own free will and I think the Doctor needed that little reminder that he's not a god, and not entitled to worship--that someone as awesome as Martha could be happy without him.

I think if maybe Donna and Martha had been switched, if Donna traveled with him right after the Runaway Bride episode, maybe things would have been worse. I'm trying to figure out if his journeyings with Martha were necessary, and maybe they were. If Donna had originally gone with him, I think she would have had quite a few things to say to the Doctor if he ever treated her like he did Martha. The example that sticks out of my mind is in Sound of Drums when Martha, Jack and the Doctor are all sitting in the alley way, Martha looks to Jack to ask the Doctor about The Master. Obviously there was a disconnect between them. Donna would have asked the question directly and if he didn't answer her I think she would have freaked out on him. In the end, Donna would have left too, but I think the fact that it was Martha, and Martha was openly in love with him, puts the fault on the Doctor. Martha was willing to put up with quite a bit, so for her to have left really meant that the Doctor had to shake out of his funk. And I think he did, he's much happier, lighter this season, not mourning Rose quite so much. If Donna had just told him where to go and left, I think he would have just put her decision to leave as just one of the "bitchier" aspects of her personality--therefore her fault, not his.

Now the Master and his death were all part of the Doctor's change too, I know, but I still think Martha played a role.

I'm still not sure what Donna's ultimate roll is, but boy, I can't wait to find out.

Okay, so most of these rambling thoughts are actually about Season 3 and it just took me a year to put them in writing. But I'm catching up. I think I have to watch the season finale to finally get my head around all of Season 4 but I can't wait. I'm just giddy for the next episode!

Oh, Italy.

2008-06-22T22:37:58Z

Break my heart why don't you.

It's always the penalty kicks, isn't it?

An Embarrassing Case of Mistaken Lyrics

2008-06-09T02:04:21Z

I do this all the time. I hear a mumble mumble in a song, my mind fills in the blanks with new lyrics and it sticks. So much so, that I don't even bother looking them up, because really, what else could they really be.

Tonight I was watching that game show with missing lyrics and the lady was singing along to Janis Joplin's Me and Bobby McGee and she gets to the part where she says "Windshield wipers slapping time, I was holding Bobby's hand in mine..." and I went, wait...huh?

For the last, oh, twenty some odd years of my life, I could have sworn she was saying "Windshield wipers, turpentine."

I don't know why. My version of the lyrics don't make any particular sense, but that's what I thought she was saying.

I even...and this is where it gets really embarrassing... used that phrase as a title for a ficlet. *facepalm*

Go ahead. Laugh. It deserves to be mocked. -> Windshield-Wipers Turpentine

This is only slightly more embarrassing than when I was five and explained to my parents that the song Video Killed The Radio Star had a bad word in it (I even sang it for them when they had no clue what I was talking about):

In my mind and in my cock.
We can't rewind, we've gone too far.

Proof positive I should never, ever, ever become a music writer.

The PCR Song

2008-04-25T16:14:38Z

Drive by link for the science geeks on my flist:

The PCR Song

PS. Jr is doing better :)

lunasky @ 2008-04-02T13:46:00

2008-04-02T17:53:08Z

Am attempting to drink 35 ounces of water for my ultrasound in an hour and a half. Which means I have another 30 minutes to drink another two bottles of water.

I hate drinking water when I'm not thirsty.

*sigh*

17 ounces down...17 more to go. And then I have to attempt not to pee myself enroute to the clinic.

This post is brought to you by the letters H and O and the Number 2.

This is what happens when I'm sitting in the dark...

2008-03-30T01:32:29Z

So for Earth Hour today, we turned off all our lights, but I cheated, I didn't turn off the computer. But my street was noticeably darker than usual and we've decided to leave the candles on and keep as many lights off as possible because it's rather pretty. And I have my computer, so all is good.

So, because I was bored and everyone loves a poll, here we go:

Which strange ships do you ship along with me? Normally, I'm actually happy to ship whoever with whatever but I decided for the sake of this poll, just to include my stranger obsessions.

View Poll: #1162750

So confess, what are your strange obsessions, if they're not listed above? (I don't get to use this icon nearly enough--I'm assuming no one will be perusing their flist sat night while at work.)

Fandom links

2008-03-18T04:15:46Z

Why fandom rocks.

1. SGA fans: The video about Zelenka's ~~still~~ beer. Found by scifigirl

2. Doctor Who fans: Video. Jack and his unplanned pregnancy to the music of Papa Don't Preach. Hilairous!

3. More for Doctor Who fans: I can't remember who on my flist linked this, but I found it so hilarious I had to pass it on.The Daleks made a porn movie. No. Really!

Ok, bed now.

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

2008-03-07T04:04:33Z

I just have to point to the most awesomest of awesome things--a couple of days ago argosy asked me what my favorite song was. Like any good Canadian, I said I liked the Tragically Hip and then she went and did this!

She recorded a version of Ahead by a Century for me! Singing and playing it on her guitar! *huge giant squishy hugs*

This so beats driving four hours (two hours each way) just so I could get issued parts for a new uniform, which is the only other interesting thing I did today. Blah! One of these day I may even admit I turned 30 three years ago *g*

Today in Mommydom

2008-03-06T02:31:27Z

I got to hear this:

"Mommy, mommy! My pee is in the shape of a hot-air ballon!"

To which I replied (somewhat under my breath) "Sure, in a liquid, non-aerodynamic sort of way."

I could never make this up.

~~~

American Idol: Is it just me or does Kristy Lee Cook have an orange tongue?

Spooks: I've got the hubby hooked on it. We've been watching S1 and S2 and we've just started S3. Rewatching the beginning of S3 I'm still a little heartbroken over Tom. I thought it wouldn't hurt as much to watch it the second time through, but...

Stupid Game Show Where People Have to Answer the Truth to win money: Why does this seem like a good idea to most of these people on the show? Let me destroy my marriage and still not win any money because I lie on the last question. *facepalm* Also, apparently the audience doesn't get out much, judging by the ooo's and ahhhh's when the host asked the lady if the thought of being spanked by a hot man turned her on. What's the big deal? This show is making my mind rot.

Fic: Sex In the Head (ATWT, Luke/Noah)

2008-03-04T04:45:24Z

Title: Sex in the Head
Fandom: As the World Turns
Rating: NC-17
Time Line: New Year’s Eve, at the Metro (though my version of the Metro is a little different than on the show).
Word Count: ~2500
Summary: Luke/Noah. The tragedy is when you've got sex in the head instead of down where it belongs. - D. H. Lawrence

A/N: Written for the Porn-a-thon. I know. I’m late to my own challenge. *facepalm* I suck. (I picked the prompt of party favors.)

I owe a huge thanks to meadowlion for her thorough and smart beta and for catching all my errant commas. She really helped me tighten up the fic. Remaining mistakes are all mine.

~~~

The thump-thump-thump of the music resonates in Noah’s bones, starting at the base of his skull and traveling from there—up into his head, down through his legs. He lets it take over, lets it focus his mind until all he can think of and feel is the pressure of the bass and the swell of everyone around them. And they’re not even on the dance floor, yet.

The flickering lights, the smell of spilled beer, everything’s in such a precarious balance. But he’s regained some control. He avoids looking across their little booth and tries not to think about the feel of Luke’s dick in his hands.

The whole week at the farm house has been an intense torture spinning him further out of control. Their stolen moments, frantic grabs between walks to the shower or full-on body rubs while tucked into the shadows of the hall. Three terrifying, early morning rendezvous on the living room couch, when they grabbed and took and sucked (just a little) before jumping apart like children about to be caught with their hands in the proverbial cookie jar.

And things have only gotten worse since.

Now they’re surrounded by two hundred people, the music is louder, and the shadows are darker, and when he begged Luke to sneak into the washroom twenty minutes ago for a moment of privacy, there was a guy in the stall next to them getting sucked off. The girl on her knees (or maybe a guy, the possibility exists that they’re not the only gay couple in Oakdale) was enjoying it immensely, while the guy on the receiving end grabbed the top of the stall, cursing for more. Noah could only stand and stare at the three-inch spiked heels poking into their stall and the back-and-forth rhythm they made as they slid across the floor. The sound of the guy hammering his dick into the person’s mouth, echoed in the bathroom and put anything he and Luke had come there to do, to shame by comparison.

They’d left empty-handed a few minutes later, and Noah can still feel the embarrassment mixed with desire tingeing his face.

Something tickles him on the cheek. Luke asks, “Why are you ignoring me?”

Flicking his eyes up, Noah risks a glance at Luke, sees the pouty lips that just this morning wrapped themselves around his dick, and quickly looks away again. “I’m not.”

“Yes, you are,” Luke says, punctuating his statement by unfurling a party favor into Noah’s ear.

Noah swats him away, but Luke blows into the plastic horn again.

“You want to know where you can stick that?” Noah says without thinking, and for a second, Luke just looks at him before a smile starts to curl his lips, even though they’re still wrapped around the cheap blow-out.

Luke carefully blows air into the tube, uncurling the paper slowly so that Noah gets to see it grow longer and bigger, and then he’s right back where he started this morning. Frustrated and horny and so fucking tired of not being able to do anything because they’re surrounded by people.

Noah curls his hands into fists, nails cutting into skin. “You’re killing me.”

“Why, Noah,” Luke drawls, finally taking the damn party favor out of his mouth, and Noah can see where it’s still wet from his tongue. “Is there something you’d like me to help you with?”

A waitress comes by, balancing a tray of drinks and cash, and gruffly asks if they want anything. Luke holds up two fingers and whispers something in her ear, and then she’s off handing out drinks at the next table.

“What’d you order?” Noah asks. The idea of a cold beer he can cradle against his face has sudden appeal.

Luke cocks his head to the side. “Two Orgasms. You look like you could use one.”

Noah’s stomach plunges about ten feet. The familiar constriction of fear and embarrassment wraps itself around his chest. “You didn’t.”

Luke shrugs and smiles. “What’s the big deal?”

“It’s corny and crass, and what the hell business is it of hers?”

Luke looks at him, and Noah feels the heat go up another ten degrees. “It’s just a drink.”

“Why don’t we get out of here?” Noah whispers desperately. “Let’s just find somewhere quiet. I’ll drive us to Jameson Gardens. No one else will be there. I just want to finish what we started this morning.”

The waitress arrives with their shooters, and Luke hands her some cash, waving her away when she starts to dig for change. Luke slides a drink over to Noah and takes the other one himself. Lifting the glass and gesturing for Noah to do the same, Luke says, “I have a better idea.”

The weight of disappointment makes Noah hesitate. He doesn’t want the sweet drink. He just wants to kiss, lick and suck (but mostly fuck) every inch of Luke’s body, and he thought Luke wanted it too. Instead, Luke lifts his glass a little closer, and just as Noah’s about to reach for his, he feels a soft caress along the inside of his thigh.

He glances over at Luke, who clinks his glass against Noah’s on the table and downs the shot in one gulp. When Luke puts it down, he gives Noah an evil smile, and brings his foot up to Noah’s crotch.

“What are you doing?” Noah says, quickly reaching down to stop Luke’s foot from rubbing against his dick.

“What do you think? Haven’t you ever played footsies, Mayer?”

Restraining Luke’s foot with one hand, Noah grabs his drink with the other and downs it. “Look, why don’t we go hang out in my truck? We’ll go somewhere private…”

Luke takes his foot back, squirms around like he’s trying to put his shoe back on, and then grabs Noah’s arm, dragging him up. Without giving Noah a chance to protest, Luke pulls him across the dance floor, through couples and groups thrusting their bodies to the music. Luke’s single-minded look makes Noah’s stomach drop.

Luke keeps going until they find themselves in the corner of the room, dark with shadows, crammed between a blaring speaker and wires running up from the DJ booth. They’re half-hidden behind a screen meant to hide it all away. Luke pushes him against the wall and presses into him.

Their kiss is hot and wet and Noah can feel everything: Luke’s dick, hard against his hips, his legs working their way between his, Luke’s arms, wrapping themselves around Noah’s waist, closer and hotter than ever. Luke’s all hard angles and tense muscles—everything that Noah wants to soak in and memorize because it feels like nothing else ever has.

“I don’t want to go park somewhere on New Year’s Eve,” Luke whispers into his ear, grinding against Noah, shifting until his erections finally lines up with Noah’s dick. “I don’t want soft and gentle. I don’t want flowers, I don’t want easy rock on the radio, and I don’t want snowflakes falling on the windshield. I want you, Noah. Here. Now. Ringing in the New Year with everyone else who is grinding against each other, making out and fucking on the dance floor.”

Noah looks past Luke. If he angles his face, he can see the crowd through a part in the screen. It’s crazy to think that people are dancing less than ten feet away. Noah can see them in the flickering light of the strobe. Everyone seems absorbed in their own party. A face happens to glance in their direction, but slides away seconds later, never registering them at all. The objection still forms on his tongue. “Someone could see us...”

“I know this is hard for you,” Luke says with a wicked grin and unbuttons Noah’s pants. Before he can protest, Luke’s hands are slipping in between his stomach and boxers, and grabbing Noah’s dick. “But you need to stop worrying about what other people think.”

Luke’s hand, fondling and caressing, slowly drives him out of his mind; it’s breaking him apart, making him beg for more until there’s a rift inside him, splitting him in two. He wants Luke to continue, he finally wants to take what Luke’s offering and damn everyone else to hell if they think he shouldn’t, and the other part of him wants to hide in shame at the thought of being seen.

“Shhh,” Luke whispers, caressing Noah’s face with his other hand, and it’s only then that Noah realizes he must have spoke his thoughts out loud. “No one here cares. This isn’t my grandmother’s house; this isn’t your dorm—”

“What about Carly?”

“She’s got her hands full and my mom left a while ago. We’re nothing here to anyone, we can just be ourselves.”

Noah’s stomach tightens as he realizes he’s almost run out of arguments. “But why should anyone else get to see what I haven’t even seen myself?”

Luke drags his lips across Noah’s jaw line and down his neck. “Because you don’t want to see it. You’re scared to let us just be who we are. You’re hanging on to this medieval notion of how your life should be—white picket fence, one-point-two kids, missionary position twice a week—and trying to reconcile it with us. It’s not going to work.”

“There’s nothing wrong with missionary position twice a week. It’s more than we’re currently getting.”

Luke gives him a lopsided smile. “This morning you jumped away because a floorboard creaked.”

“It might have been someone—”

“There are always creaks and groans in the house. It’s old. That’s my point. You keep waiting for this perfect time that’s never going to happen. I want you, Noah. I’m going insane because I want you so much. Take a risk for me—for us.”

As Noah weighs Luke’s words, Luke partially undoes his own pants, so when he moves back in, their cocks are rubbing right against each other. Noah tries to look—tries to see what that image looks like, but the shadows are too dark. Luke’s jacket tickles his thighs, further hiding what they’re doing.

Pressure rises, and Noah’s head hits the wall as he grabs Luke’s arms for support. He only has touch and imagination, but that’s more than enough. Luke grinds and thrusts against him and the intimacy makes Noah shake.

“Oh, God, you feel amazing,” Luke moans. “I want to watch your face as you come. I want to taste you and lick you.”

“I want to fuck you.” Noah lets the words tumble out of his mouth as he lets go of his last vestiges of control. Maybe Luke’s right. Right now is what’s real—and it belongs only to them. Raw lust and fire flood his veins making him reach for Luke’s ass.

“I want to do that too,” Luke whimpers. “But here?”

“You’re starting to sound like me,” Noah says with a shaky laugh.

Noah’s hands slip under Luke’s pants so he can touch his ass again and bring him closer. The music is pounding, the darkness intoxicating, and the incredible heat and hardness of Luke rubbing against him makes him push harder against Luke, desperate to increase the friction. Luke brings his hand between them, closing around both their dicks, and starts jerking them off together.

“Luke…” Noah says without knowing what he’s going to say. He wants to be even closer, he wants to crawl inside Luke’s skin, he wants to tell Luke to stop so he can try sucking him instead, he wants to beg Luke to keep going until they come shaking in their pants. Noah settles for grabbing Luke’s hair and bringing Luke’s mouth back to his own, so he can not breathe and not think and fuck Luke’s mouth with his tongue while Luke fucks their dicks with his hands.

The pressure starts mounting in his balls, moving towards his dick, and Noah knows it’s too late to stop now. A few more thrusts and Luke throws his head back with a cry—the look on his face sends Noah headlong into the abyss until he’s falling and flying, until they’re both shuddering and panting and holding onto each other for dear life, because there’s nothing else to hold on to.

When Noah’s body stops shaking, his world coalesces into the space immediately around them. Nothing else exists. They stand there panting, wordless, until Noah kisses him again, his heartbeat still pounding in his ears.

Eventually, the warm liquid starts to pool on Noah’s stomach and dick, and he debates the idea of sitting down. He’s sure the floor is disgusting, but his blood doesn’t seem to want to come up to his head so it seems like a good idea for his body to go down to it.

He slides down the wall, dragging Luke with him until they’re sitting next to each other on the floor, still breathless and weak. It suddenly occurs to him that he’s not sure if the come is his or Luke’s, and the idea of them mingling like that, of being that intertwined, makes Noah shudder and grab Luke’s arm more tightly.

“We made a mess,” Luke says after a few minutes. Reaching into his pockets, he pulls out a handful of napkins. Together they manage to clean up a little.

After they’ve rearranged their clothes, they continue sitting on the floor, in a tangle of speaker wires and balloons. Luke turns his head into Noah’s neck, nuzzling his skin with kisses. “I love you.”

The way Luke says it, sounds like he’s not expecting a response.

Noah breathes and lets his head loll to the side. From where they’re sitting, he can see parts of the crowded dance floor, and no one seems to have noticed them. The music is still blaring, the clock on the wall still counting down to New Year. Everyone’s still dancing and drinking. Some are groping and feeling, others smoking. For once in his life, there are no one’s expectations to live up to except his own.

“I love you, too,” Noah whispers, feeling truly free for the first time. Just as Luke lifts his head, Noah gives him a quick kiss to stop him from saying anything. The last thing Noah wants to do is continue to make a big deal out of everything, and he hopes Luke understands.

Luke gives him a smile, and intertwines their fingers without saying a word.

An upbeat song starts playing over the speakers, and Noah gets an idea. He gives Luke a quick kiss, stands up, and pulls Luke to his feet.

“What are you doing?”

Noah leads Luke back towards the dance floor. “There are still fifteen minutes left this year, and I want to spend them with you. Ringing in the New Year with everyone else who is grinding against each other, making out and fucking on the dance floor. Is that all right with you?”

Luke gives him a silly grin and grabs his hand a little more tightly. “But everyone will see us.”

Noah tugs him closer. “Then let them look. This is one perfect moment I’m going to enjoy with you that no one else can take away. Come on.”

~fin

Lunar Eclipse!

2008-02-21T03:35:22Z

I just went outside in my crocs in several feet of snow to check out the lunar eclipse. It's cool and crisp outside, the sky is perfectly clear and the moon is gorgeous.

That's it. Just taking a moment to appreciate Mother Nature. :)

A Sad day...

2008-01-17T21:48:13Z

Father of Breaththrough Cancer treatment dies (Judah Folkman )

This is sad. He gave a talk at the University of Toronto a few years back and I went to see it, and he was an excellent speaker. Most academic talks are boring...I'll freely admit. But he was so smart, he explained things so clearly and was such an engaging speaker. I was so impressed, that I dragged Hubby all the way downtown one evening, when Dr. Folkman came to talk at the Hummingbird Centre (or O'Keefe Centre or whatever the heck it is called these days) but by the time we got there, it was full and there weren't letting anyone else in. Crazy, huh? He filled the Hummingbird Centre on a weekday evening.

RIP.

Links

2008-01-13T19:37:29Z

Just some quick things:

1. From littlehands - Torchwood Season 2 Preview - the first three minutes made me squee like the cheap fangirl I am.

2. I'm participating in nuke_stillness. If you've got a few minutes to vote, there are some pretty icons to look at here.

Hope you're all having a nice weekend.

SGA Fic: Happiness is a Warm Gun

2008-01-03T01:18:03Z

Here's my sga_santa fic:

Title: Happiness is a Warm Gun
Recipient: argosy
Pairing: John/Rodney
Rating: R/NC-17
Word Count: 16,483
Timeline/Spoilers: Takes place during 402—Lifeline.

Summary: It is a mistake to think you can solve any major problems just with potatoes. ~Douglas Adams

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A/N: I'm sorry argosy, I'm a bad, bad liar. I hope you'll forgive me one day *g* Many thanks to my sister and rez_lo for the beta. They made it a thousand times better. All remaining mistakes are totally mine.

A/N2: The song that really inspired this fic: Intermission by the Scissor Sisters

(Happiness is a Warm Gun)

Happy New Year!

2007-12-31T21:28:58Z

Just checking in to wish everyone a Happy New Year!

My holidays have been a bit of a whirlwind, but in a good way (mostly). I only have one complaint.

Dear Toy Makers,

Is it really necessary to secure your toys so completely in the packaging that I can't remove them without a screw driver, wire cutter and possibly a ratchet? I have a degree in engineering and I still couldn't get the remote controlled dinosaur out of the box without using a clamp and a handsaw.

No Love,
Mommy of a 3-year old.

*huggles flist*

Adventures in Parenting #5122

2007-12-07T01:17:08Z

The Search For the Perfect Halloween Costume

So this past year, Jr was Spiderman for Halloween (along with half the other kids) but he loved it. Everything has to be Spiderman these days. Or Venom. He LOVES Venom. When I try to explain that Venom is bad, Jr very seriously says "No, Mommy. He's good AND bad."

So anyway, a few days ago he was surfing YouTube (yes, he's not even three yet, but already he's hogging the computer!) and he came across his new favorite superhero:

Ghost Rider.

And then he turns to my hubby and says:

"Daddy! Daddy! I want to be Ghost Rider for Halloween next year. With flames!"

Fa la la la la

2007-12-06T02:04:20Z

savvy_elf is hosting the THE YULETIDE MUSIC MEME.

So many great songs. *g*

How is it I have a halloween icon, a Valentine's Day icon, and no Christmas icon?

The changing face of LJ?

2007-12-03T17:53:30Z

So I was googling Livejournal so I could surf my flist during lunch and lo and behold...this link shows up:

Russia's SUP Acquires LiveJournal Blogging Service
http://www.informationweek.com/news/showArticle.jhtml?articleID=204600713&subSection=News

Does this mean the retardness will stop or get worse? *fingers crossed*

SGA Fic: Four Things Elizabeth Weir Will Never Say and SGA Fic: Birthday Games

2007-11-19T03:35:08Z

Have you ever just thought about posting to LJ, and then forgot to actually post because you thought you already had? Happens to me all the time. *facepalm*

Three things:

1. A big thank you to who ever nominated my stuff. I'm flabbergasted. Thank you.

2. I posted fic back in ~~August~~ June over at advent_atlantis that I forgot to post here. Because I suck.

Title: Four Things Elizabeth Will Never Say
Rating: PG-13-ish
Summary: Pre-season 4. In retrospect, the title sounds terribly morose but it was actually my attempt at humour.

3. I wrote comment-fic this weekend for icarusancalion's birthday.

Title: Birthday Games
Rating: PG
Summary: It all started as a simple game of oneupmanship with birthday presents... Lorne and Sheppard, friendship.

“Happy Birthday, Sir,” Lorne said, dropping a fifty pound, wet, still flopping, orangutan-resembling sea urchin onto his desk.

John jumped away from the twelve inch spikes that covered its body. “What the hell?”

Lorne didn’t even have the good graces to look chagrined. “You told me to find out who was pilfering the wool socks from supply. I did.”

“You’re telling me, this thing swam in from the ocean just so it could eat our socks?” John stared at it in disbelief. Even after living in the Pegasus Galaxy for three years he found that story hard to believe. One of the spikes from the sea urchin’s quivering body impaled a sticky note that had been sitting on the pile of papers he still had to go through. Ironically enough, it was a sticky note Elizabeth had put there with his admin password so he could include all those reports in the next data burst back to Earth. The reports were six weeks late and judging by the odd fluid coming out of the urchin; his reports weren’t getting filed anytime soon.

“Nope. That’s the unauthorized goat Dr. Peterson is keeping as a pet. Turns out it has a liking for standard issue socks.”

John stared at Lorne and then stared back at his desk. The sea urchin had dissolved the sticky note and was eating the yellow mush it had turned into. John also had the distinct impression it was eyeing the reports the sticky note had been attached too. “Major, you have two seconds to start explaining things. After that, you’re retyping all those reports.”

Lorne cleared his throat. “That’s fine sir, I always keep a copy of them on my hard drive. As for the socks, sir, it turns out the goat isn’t house trained and has been using the transporter room on A-3.”

With a quick mental check, John realized that, thankfully, hadn’t had to use the transporter in that section in the last few months.

Lorne carried on. “It gets better. Through a series of weird events that I won’t get into right now, Dr. Brown found out that the brown stuff she’d been stepping in every day to get to the botany labs was exactly the thing that her new plant required in order to flower. So for the last three weeks, she’s been collecting the feces from the transporter room and mixing them in the soil.”

The sea urchin-orangutan finished dissolving and eating John’s urgent reports and started moving towards his stack of unfinished mission reports. “This lends a whole new slant to ‘The dog ate my homework.’ So what does this have to do with goat manure?”

“Dr Brown’s now flowering plant exhaled pollen which was picked up by the air-return system which was eventually eaten by the dust mites living in the filtration system. Since dust mites only have a life span of twenty days, eventually they were expelled into the exhaust system, and into the ocean where they made an excellent snack for Junior here.”

John scrunched up his face in disgust as the urchin left a trail of slime on his desk as it searched out more paper products to devour. Maybe he had to concede this victory to Lorne. This was definitely worse than the toe-sucking toothbrush they discovered in one of the abandoned labs and he’d given Lorne for his birthday four months back. Which left him only eight months, Earth time, to figure out a present for Lorne that would beat this.

Lorne seemed to know what he was thinking because his smirk got even wider. “I just thought you’d appreciate hearing this story, sir. It’s definitely one you can tell the grandkids.”

John snorted. “I’ll keep that in mind as it’s not likely to happen any time soon.”

Lorne shook his head. “Oh, did I forget to mention that? The goat, the flowers and the dust mites actually preserve some of the DNA from the dead skin cells found in used socks that have been disappearing from private quarters as well. The sea-urchin actually incorporates some of the DNA, so Junior here, is actually 0.03% John Sheppard. I checked the DNA results myself.”

John stared at the sea urchin-orangutan as Lorne slapped him playfully on the back. “Happy Birthday and congratulations, Sir. Try to beat that.”

~~~

Moonlight 1.07 - The Ringer

2007-11-12T02:26:07Z

How can one show be so corny and so good at the same time?

I need another set of eyes...
and another set of teeth

-That's it. It's decided. Josef must continue to accompany Mick throughout all his cases. Forget the extra pair of teeth, if Mick ever needs to know the edge support of a mattress, Josef's his ~~man~~ vampire. From his distasteful look at having to jump onto the roof himself, to sniffing the pillow, to growling while showing his teeth, Josef is made of win.

-The Mick/Coraline scene with him throwing the chair through the window? Hottest thing evah. Way hotter than anything him and Beth have had and don't get me wrong, I like Mick/Beth as much as the next person. I love that Coraline has apparently made herself human again, the one thing Mick wants more than anything. Which is only fair in the end, since it appears that Mick is what Coraline wanted (wants?) above everything--otherwise I doubt she would have struggled to make their marriage work by kidnapping Beth, 30 years after their wedding night.

-One thing I've wondered these last few weeks...I wonder if Mick is/was religious and if that has anything to do with how he feels about himself now. In this ep, he references going to church on Sundays. From what I sense so far, this show is taking a rather biologic approach to vampirism rather than a religious one. If you're dying and you taste their blood, you get turned--it just reminds me of something like prion disease (okay, yes, I'm a geek, and that's probably not the first metaphor that popped into anyone else's head). But hear me out. If a misfolded prion (from a Mad Cow) gets into your blood stream, there's a good chance you'll develop the human version of Mad Cow (variant Creutzfeldt-Jakob disease) as the misfolded prion slowly converts the normal prions in your blood to misfolded ones that aggregate, make their way into your brain and eventually lead to death. Maybe all the special powers that come with being a vampire (as seen in the show) are just the result of an irreversible virus or something like that and not a gift from the devil. (eg. Crosses and Holy water have no effect on him). Mick being religious could still find that repulsive since it could be argued that it's not "natural" but not really evil per se (which I think if it actually was a gift from the devil, Mick would have offed himself right away.) This whole biological approach though does theoretically leave itself open to a possible cure. There is no cure for prion diseases but I read of a case of someone living several years with a shunt in their head filling them with medicine. Though I think they're also in a coma, so I'm not sure if that's what you'd really call alive.

I wonder what chasing the "cure" is going to cost Mick--presumably any happiness he could have with Beth, as ironic as that would be. Anyway, it's just some pondering I've been doing. I don't actually think he's religious now, only that maybe he was and I'm curious as to how that's shaped his character.

Moonlight 106

2007-11-09T01:47:49Z

My Pic Spam Recap:

Pics from Moonlight Detective

It's funny. I thoroughly enjoyed this ep, and didn't think it was all that corny until after I'd finished watching it. Thinking back though, the whole Beth scene after she takes the BC was pretty over the top in my mind, but on rewatching the episode last night, I found it was actually not that bad. It must be a credit to AlexO'L that he can take what could have been a terribly corny scene and insert some subtlety into it. Okay, yes, it was a little corny, but still--he made it so much better!

And the Mick/Josef not-kiss-through-a-shared-glass-of-hard-liquor-possibly-spiked-with-blood? Yeah, the ep can be as corny as it damn well likes. I'll be over there in my bunk, rewatching the pretty. :)

Moonlight anticipation

2007-11-02T14:28:35Z

Since November is writing month, maybe I'll try posting more often. *facepalm*

So today, I'm going to squee with anticipation about Moonlight tonight. I happened to be surfing my tv last Friday, lamenting how there was nothing to watch when I saw that Moonlight was on and vaguely remembered my flist saying that Jason Dohring was on it.

So I watched the episode (which turned out to be episode 5) and sorta kinda fell in love with Alex O'Loughlin.

Type your cut contents here.

And then there's Jason Dohring as well. Okay, sure, the pilot was a little cheesy. And Beth is a little loud sometimes (and so is her phone...is it just me, or does she have a really loud camera noise on her phone?) But the pretty more than makes up for it all.

I tell you, the pretty is exactly what I need tonight. I'm giddy with anticipation

ATWT Fic: Snow White Was a Whore

2007-10-22T02:19:56Z

Well if this doesn't make me officially into the fandom, I'm not sure what does.

~~~

Title: Snow White Was a Whore

Fandom: As the World Turns
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 6326
Summary: Jumps six months into the future after the first scene where Noah visits Luke in the hospital.

A/N: Many thanks to fatema for the beta! Of course, all remaining mistakes are totally mine.

(Snow White was a Whore)