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Oh God, I've died and gone to crossover heaven....

The Hunting of the Snark, a House crossover. Currently WIP.
Please, do yourself a favor and don't spoil yourself about the other fandom, because it's blindingly obvious after 7 paragraphs, unless you lived in a hole during the last decade. Incredible House POV, complete with mental and verbal snark and repression, the most bizarre case EVER, well-written supporting cast (special props for Wilson and Cuddy), and more fun than you can shake a sword stick at. Just - go read it RIGHT NOW. Then come back and thank me.

(Lindsey, this means you.)

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I'm all about the slo-mo introductions, too. Excellent that we're both on the same page with that.

And, heee! I am indeed Kimberley Rector...THAT Kimberley Rector, in fact. (And if you've read The Naughty Bits on LTLJ, I'm also Scarlette Skye. She's my nom de porn and she may also be making a return to fandom.)

I was tickled to no end when you busted out that WHC link. That story will always hold a special place in my heart, although Life Happened and Martha had to carry on from Chapter 26 on with my story notes and her own awesome writing.

I actually watched HtLJ/XWP just because Bruce Campbell is a good friend of mine. (He was the one who poked at me to consider moving out to Oregon when I got ready for a change of scenery, lo, those years ago.) We just met at the right time in our lives to enjoy a steady correspondence while I was working for the cops and finishing my master degree and he was out in NZ playing Auto. What was cool about this is that Campbell was literally my first Hollywood crush, ever. I was fifteen when I saw EVIL DEAD for the first time. Handtogod, I think I actually felt my pupils dilate as I suddenly went "Oh! That's what the big deal is about boys. NOW I get it." (Hee. I think my dad still wants to have a word with him about that....)

Anyway. Rambling side story, but that's what comes to mind when I think of my short while in HtLJ fandom. :)

SPN totally snuck up on me. I tend to focus on just one fandom at a time but the Winchesters! They cannot be denied! After this week's ep, I've had to resign myself to the fact that I'm doomed to a very particular pit in hell because I'd so be willing to do any and all of those men. Oh, baby. Have you seen this shot of John Winchester (http://community.livejournal.com/jdmorgan/7922.html) when he's not rocking the beard? *fans self* That neck! Those eyelashes! Those green eyes! THOSE DIMPLES!

SO going to hell. SO okay with that. Yes.

Any chance I get to write random Gen Porn, in which no Wincest is occurring but random dudeful nekkidness or indignities are underway, I'm on it. And if I get to mix 'em up with some of my other TV Boyfriends? All the better.

Plus? I made a promise to myself the first time I saw Sam in a towel -- and that promise was to make sure that I put him in increasingly smaller towels every chance I get. *nods gravely* Promises that important, I don't break.

I can get a couple of meals out of a Monster -- it's more the satisfaction of being able to sashay up to the counter and have them put together The Big Damned Burrito for me to my MAKE IT DEATH HOT specs.

Uh, yeah. Good call on the nine-inch penis not being had. (Extra points for Googling, with a total YOU WIN AT LIFE! for including that link. Minx.) I was not particularly one for Aggie spirit although to my horror I do find that I still whoop A&M style on occasion. I didn't realize that had gotten conditioned into to the extent that it did until I rolled into Oregon. Lord. As I wasn't already the terror of the chemistry department there as it was. (For a gen chem project, I built a battery fueled entirely by margaritas, wiring together shot glasses for my cells which was apparently quite the striking way to introduce myself.) But, yeah. Aggie spirit. Gig some Bevo's horns off or whatever.

On the topic of Oregon and food (which is a subject I'm sort of making up by myself), you shoulda seen my face the first time I ran across tofu tamales. Oh, man. I bought one just so I could WTF was in it and I was all calling home, like, "Y'all ain't gonna believe this shit" when I cut the thing open and discovered just how many different types of seeds had been packed into it.

Tofu tamales. Yeah. Welcome to why I cooked a LOT in Oregon.

That NOVA gig looks cool but I don't blame you for wanting a summer back home in Austin. If I ever live in the state again, that'd be the city for me. Hopefully, though, in a few years, I'll be bouncing over to the UK to do my archaeometric research. It's finally okay to move there with a ferret and not have to put him in quarantine -- but Mason will need his own little ferret passport and visa. Hee! That alone would make the move so worthwhile. :)