Yes, yes, you've all more than likely seen this. I only just did this morning, while idly perusing a few-weeks-old Sports Illustrated in a doctor's office.

( Oh, Dominic. Rooney? Really? )

Good thing he's so lovely, isn't it. :)

Happy Thanksgiving, peoples who are celebrating! We didn't cook one damn thing here today, and we're all pretty content with that. There might be dessert items later, if we're lucky and the niece feels like baking them for us. Instead of cooking, we went out to lunch and then to the movies, where the niece and I saw a film I exhort you to see if it's in your area: Pirate Radio, aka The Boat That Rocked, which version was out in the UK this past summer, I think? Yeah, yeah, it's not accurate, it's not perfect, but whatever; I cannot remember the last time I left a cinema feeling so happy. It was just wonderful, just what I needed after the last few weeks. Such good fun. Highly recommended.

If you've been feasting, may you have a lovely few hours rubbing your tummies; if not, may you have a lovely few hours rubbing ... whatever comes to mind. <3

What an evening this shapes out to be in the UK: new Doctor Who and new Top Gear! Delicious. Meanwhile, Stateside ...



The Prisoner begins tonight at 8:00 on AMC. \o/ I'm recording it, because I'm not sure I'm actually in the mood to watch it live for the next three nights, and I'm sure there will be multiple repeats, but! McKellen! Being creepy and fantastic and wearing very, very nice clothes. It would be hard for me to approve more.

I'm planning to repost some spams to pocketfuloposes this afternoon/evening; fair warning for the spillover on your flist if you're watching that community.

Mmm, Sunday.

Good morning, pumpkins! Seeing how I'm not usually around these parts on Saturdays, let's play Happy Halloween today. I've dredged the bottoms of my pictorial lakes for some of the most horrifying photos I could find, the photos that live in my spammy nightmares. Reader beware: you may love and adore some of the pictures, and THAT IS OKAY. No actual actors or their wardrobes were harmed in the making of this. Probably.



Come inside. It's all fab here. What, this? My baseball bat? It's nothing. Just protecting myself from the evil that lurks behind the cut tag. You might want to get one yourself. I'll wait. I'll just be here, being fantastic. Take your time.

( Many, many, many more. )

Happy Halloween, kittens. Be safe, whether you're in or out of costume.

Dear Mercedes-Benz: I don't think you want the typography in your commercials touting your "presafe breaking" and "automatic breaking." Especially when your commercials are running during Top Gear. But at any time, really. As James May would say, "BRAKE, MAN! BRAKE!"

Also, can I just admit to being rather excited about the idea of Billy playing Elijah in that Moby-Dick miniseries that's supposed to be filming? From what I remember, Elijah's a very small part, but he's a bit of a creepy, mysterious git; add that to period costume, and I'm more than half-full of mmm and possibly yaye.

Guys, I have a lovely quiet evening ahead of me, and no idea how to spend it. Drabble prompts? Actually write that OAG thing I was thinking about yesterday, which thinking distraction almost ran me off the road in the car? Play with my Halloween costume some more? Throw in M&C and just gaze? Stare at a picture of Dominic with a snake on his head? Go buy new eyeliner? Outline my Nano plan for the frillionth time? Take the world's longest and hottest bath? Take questions from the audience? Make some more new icons? Throw in the Les Miz 10th anniversary concert to complete the days-long Les Miz thing I've been inexplicably having again? Get around to writing the completely ridiculous Halloween spam that'll appear in these parts Friday?

I'm restless but much too lazy to actually leave the house now that I'm quite comfy here. *faff*

My request was almost verbatim from last year's, so why not my pimpage, too, right?

Signups for the Lotrips slashababy exchange are now open. Go ye forth and request, go ye forth and prepare to gift, too. THE OT3 COMPELS. And do you really want to deny them? Well, on some level many of us might, and it'd be delicious, but save it for your story. GO YE FORTH.

Good god. Principal filming began ten years ago today? Good god.

( I use these pictures every time, but that's because they mean the most, the best. )

May it be they journey on to light the day.

So I needed this.

( 35 Impossibly Lovely People, Places, and Things Before—Okay, a Little Bit After—Breakfast. )

And now to face the rest of the morning. With coffee.

Bernard: Do we ever get fed in these things?
Billy: Oh, the ways in which we do. Follow me to the Twizzlers Lounge.
Laura: WAIT ELIJAH AND DOMINIC ARE IN THERE DOING OBSCENE THINGS WITH THE TWIZZLERS WAIT
Billy: ... clearly they're both in need of rescue, then.
Bernard: There's not a moment to lose.

( More, while I go get some damn coffee. )

Items of possible public interest!

1) After a short hiatus, we're back with Book 4 of inclineoftrees, beginning with Going Back to the Start.

2) Those of you who lean toward the The Bloom Creature's joyful angle of things might enjoy the Creature at his lovely best in traveller's post over here.

3) I can't stop staring happily at this picture. Like, to the point that I don't feel like waiting to drop it in a proper spam. They're just too fantastic.

( Elijah and Shirley Manson )

I mean really.

4) Over the weekend I saw both the Pet Shop Boys in concert and The Two Towers on the big screen in a beautiful, intimate little theatre, and there was joy.

5) I can't think of a fifth thing! Hmm. I'm sure something will come to me.

So yeah, this will turn up prettier soon if it hasn't already—probably on ONTD, heh—but seriously.

( Mr. Monaghan and Mr. Cho in Entertainment Weekly are fantastic enough to get you beyond my quick and dirty and much too big picture of a picture. )

The normal clothes! I'm just. Okay. We can maybe talk about this television thing again, Dominic. MAYBE.

1) This could be fun. Please have at it! Comment with a picture of a fictional character that most reminds you of me.

2) Kath Howden, Billy's co-star in The Ballad of Crazy Paola, won a Herald Angels award for her work in The Last Witch at this year's Edinburgh Festival. I have a soft spot for Kath, so that was lovely to see.

3) Discovery's liftoff Friday night was amazing. I had an astonishingly clear view on what was an astonishingly clear night.

4) Three day work week ahead: proof there is a god.

5) There aren't many better feelings for me than knowing I have brand new largeish Moleskines waiting to be filled with my rambles and lists. There aren't many worse than knowing I left them at home. Exactly what am I supposed to do today at my desk? Work? How likely is that.

6) Show me something beautiful. The floor is open.

I said a great deal of what I could last year at this time , so rather than try anything like that again, I'll just say this: happy birthday to the good guy who's not always so, to the skinflint who's generous as hell, to the shortarse who can stand so very tall, to the hardest working lazy man in his country, to the charming bastard with the burnt liquor voice and the kindest eyes this redhead appreciates from a safe distance. Happy happiest, Boyd; may there be enough lattes and Macallan to knock you well into the next decade.



( Presented without further ado or comment, 40 more—the vast majority of which somehow escaped last year's epic birthday spammage roundup—for good measure. Or science. Whatever works for you. Warning: not at all safe for dialup or possibly achieving any productivity today. )

So elsewhere, morebliss asked for my Top 5 pictures of Ian McKellen. This is sort of like asking for my Top 5 tomatoes. Or my Top 5 Starbucks. Or my Top 5 bookstores in London. I LOVE ALL OF THEM. But I am of course willing to give this a go.

( McKellen. There might be suits in here. WHO KNEW. )

More Top 5 requests are welcomed—doesn't have to be fannish, but certainly can be if the mood strikes you!

No new picture fun this morning, but pocketfuloposes has been updated, with three recent reposts and two dug out of the vaults. Enjoy, and sorry about the explosion if you've friended the community. <3

So I started writing this about three and a half years ago in a little Moleskine notebook, on the floor of a hotel room. My penmanship is just. that. awful. that it took this long to transcribe it, and, you know, finish it. ANYWAY.

Happy birthday, Tricky Tricky Foo-Foo. You're on a wee holiday, so I don't know if you'll see this today, but enjoy, with some pancakes on the side. \:D/

Title: Picking You Apart Again
Pairing: Dominic Monaghan/Norman Reedus
Rating: Pron with a side of woe and yay.

( It would be good to have a new record on file, a new perspective caught on film. )

I am way too tired to be even remotely amusing. But pictures are nice. Pictures are always nice.



Photographer: Okay, now jump.
Dominic: About this high?
Photographer: That's good.
Laura: While he's being agreeable, MAKE HIM NEVER BE OUT OF SUITS AGAIN.

( Agreeable is relative, of course. )

There's a share one sentence of each of your WIPs meme going around, but honestly, I can no more keep this kind of thing to one sentence that I can wear a pixie haircut, so. There's a lot more here than single sentences.

( Excerpts from some but by no means all works in progress. )

1) Lotrips Remix stories are up! Go ye forth. I plan to have some lovely reads there this week. Congratulations, writers!

2) The Manolo is bang on here. "Runaway" is my favourite oldie, too, that was a bittersweet thing to read this morning.

3) Speaking of bittersweet, Frank McCourt has left us. Goodnight, old man. <3

4) ( HP and the HBP )

5) I think it can be coffee times now.

eta 6) Maybe another M&C movie? Whose soul do I need to put on eBay? Whose? And do I need to find another soul to make them film The Hundred Days, so I can see ( spoiler )? Dear Russell: Make this happen. Your State of Play hair was delicious; throw some blond dye on that and get yourself back on that boat.

Laura: Oh, this takes me back.
Billy: Don't start. Seriously. I haven't finished this coffee.
Laura: No, really. Doesn't it take you back?
Billy: *waits for it*
Laura: LIKE TO THE INCINERATOR WITH THAT SHIRT?
Billy: ...

( I'm not finished with my coffee either, Boyd. )