Merry Christmas to all my friends who celebrate it, and Happy Friday to everyone else!



I hope where ever you are and whatever you're doing, you're with people you love and doing something fun and relaxing. Much love to you all!!!

Tags: holidays
feelin': Christmasy

[Apparently nothing says "Happy Christmas" like fic recs. Yes.]

Way back in March 2009, I first asked my flist, "Should I try this show called Battlestar Galactica?" A couple people told me no, because the show was so depressing I would want to kill myself (hee) but most said, "OMG LUNA YESSSSSSSSSSSS". I was intrigued and added the first season to my Netflix queue. I watched the miniseries and thought, "Okay, this is a cool show, but I could take it or leave it". I slowly started making my way through the series via Netflix. I liked the show, and appreciated the hotness of the actors (especially Katee Sackhoff and Jamie Bamber, and wouldn't it be awesome if those two got together on the show?) but I wasn't totally sold. It took me months and months to get through the first two seasons. Sometime around the end of Season 2.5 something changed - it was probably the episode "Scar", in which Starbuck and Apollo almost hooked up. I started really caring about these characters and this silly little space show.

Then I got into Season 3, and there was all the stuff on New Caprica with the Resistance and all that, and suddenly I was all like "I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS SHOW GOOD LORD". I think I made it through all 6 discs of Season 3 in 2 weeks.

When I saw the episode "Unfinished Business", that was it for me - I went from thinking the Kara/Lee pairing would be hot together to going "THESE TWO MUST GET MARRIED AND HAVE BABIES OMG YES". At some point (probably about when I got spoiled for the ending of the show, dammit) I realized it would never happen in canon, because it's just not that kind of show - the writers like breaking our hearts far too much. Not just that, it's not realistic for the type of characters we're dealing with. But, hey, I don't exactly think Pete Wentz and Patrick Stump are going to get married and have dark eyed red haired babies, but that doesn't stop me from reading a million FOB mpreg fics. I like my denial, okay?

Aaaaaaaaaaanyways, yes. So, knowing that my two pet characters would probably never be happy together on the show, I decided to start looking for fanfic. And I discovered something: BSG ficcers like breaking my heart almost as much as the BSG show writers. Frak! In all my various fandoms - Buffy, LoTR, Harry Potter, Doctor Who, Bandslash, etc - I've NEVER seen so much angsty fic. But it's okay, because they usually also give me porn along with the angst. Yay porn!

So, here's some of the Kara/Lee fics I have recently discovered. Please note:

1) A lot of these fics were written like 5 years ago, so you've probably already read them. But they're new to me, so, like, sorry about that.

2) I always refer to this pairing as Kara/Lee instead of Lee/Kara. That's because Starbuck always goes first and is always on top. Hee.

3) For whatever reason, the Pilots! fandom seems to be quite vanilla (aka kink free), all things considered - especially when I contrast it to my most recent fandom, bandom, which is rife with genderswap, foursomes, wingfic, facials, etc etc. I've talked to taragel and she seems to think the vanilla is because there's so much angst to work through with Kara & Lee, there's no room for kink. Hmmmm.



( So many Kara/Lee fic recs! )

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For more of my various recs lists in the Harry Potter, Bandslash, and Twilight fandoms, click here.

Tags: fanfic recs, tv:bsg
feelin': accomplished
rockin' to: John Lennon - Instant Karma!

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Tags: life: christmas 2009, life: crappy co-workers, life: grownup job!

Woke up this morning and the world was white...and to my surprise, it's still white this evening. Of course, it means all public transport has ground to a halt. It never ceases to amaze me how badly equipped we Dutch are at dealing with adverse weather conditions. Honestly, one snowflake is enough to plunge our roads and railways into chaos.

Getting home yesterday was murder. I don't think it was the weather although it was bitterly cold so it might have been, but there were delays and cancellations and getting from Schiphol to The Hague took me as much time as it took me to travel from England to The Netherlands in the first place. This didn't help improve my mood. I was fuming. Despite my having arrived at Luton airport the recommended 2 hours before my flight's scheduled departure time, the plane almost left without me. All because of the incompetence of easyJet's ground staff who, even with 10 check-in desks open, still couldn't process the crowds quickly enough (here's a thought: why don't they install the kind of do it yourself check-in machines you see at other airports? Or dedicate seperate desks to travellers without any luggage?) and as for the security checks...do you know they no longer provide passengers with clear plastic bags they insist you drop your liquids in? Nooooooooo - they sell them to you now, at the inflated price of £1! And, they confiscate any container with a content over 100 ml. So they took my newly purchased conditioning solution for my contacts, and then oh so helpfully suggested I purchase another exactly the same from the Boots in the departure lounge! Now how does that help combat terrorism? Unfortunately, by then I was so pissed off I may have muttered something under my breath, and got detained by a few jumped-up little toads spluttering with indignation at my lack of respect for them and their stupid rules, as they set themselves the task of examining every item in my hold-all. They didn't like the look of my housekeys, but they couldn't very well impound them, so they fixed on the converter I'd brought because continental plugs won't plug into UK power points without one. It has, of necessity, 3 metal prongs and I suppose you could, at a pinch, make it connect painfully with someone's (preferably an airport security guard's) face...but in the end they let me have that back, too. Luckily, they never discovered my metal nail file in its secret compartment...I'm sure I'd have been in real trouble if they had! They were wheeling the stairs away from the plane when they finally allowed me to proceed to the gate, and I was the last passenger boarding.

I came home to a cold flat, to find that the batteries on the remote had gone flat. I'll have to remember to get some new ones this weekend.

Tags: travel
feelin': cold

Once upon a long ago, bogwitch got us tickets to see Depeche Mode at the O2 Arena, and she did very well: she got us seats not too high up and virtually side on from the stage, which if you can't have first row centre is pretty much the next best thing in my opinion. A pity perhaps that we didn't have a completely clear view as some of the lighting rigging got in the way, but since there was this walkway projecting out from the stage that both Dave and Martin made extensive use of, this didn't bother me much.

The support act -don't ask me, I never caught their name- fancied themselves quite a bit but failed to ignite the audience; but then, I guess it wasn't their sort of crowd. They were a bit shoegazey I suppose, with all very samey sounding guitar-driven songs, a singer who posed like Jarvis Cocker and had a voice not unlike Ian McCullough, and a guitarist (there were actually two) who sounded quite a bit like The Edge.

I can't say other than that Depeche Mode were fantastic. Their show, their sound, it's just wonderful. They performed exactly the right mix of old and new, i.e. more old than new, material; in all, I think they did about 4 or 5 new songs, and all the rest was just an anthology of their by now enormous back catalogue. Many of my favourites were played, too many to remember them all. I remember Martin's set comprising Insight and Home, and for the encores he did One Caress; and I heard - in no particular order this:- Enjoy The Silence, Walking In My Shoes, Behind The Wheel, Stripped, Never Let Me Down, I Just Can't Get Enough (actually...no, not that one), The Policy Of Truth, A Question Of Time, It's No Good, Precious, Personal Jesus, and many, many more.

Getting back on the tube was a bit of an ordeal. In the press of bodies on the centrebound carriage I heard somebody complain they hadn't done Get The Balance Right. They had got the balance right as far as I was concerned.

Tags: depeche mode, gigs
Current Location: high holborn, london, uk
feelin': cheerful