Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings

In fannish news, shiny new fandom is still shiny. I wrote six Hornblower fics since October. This makes it officially my second most proficient fandom after Harry Potter.

Apparently, all it took to get me hooked were pretty navyboys


exchanging soul-searching looks


and being angsty.

And so there's more navyboy porn:

TITLE: Fearless
AUTHOR: Donna Immaculata
RATING: NC-17
WORD COUNT: 3500
PAIRING: Horatio/Archie
DISCLAIMER: These are not my characters. I just take them out to play.
SUMMARY: The morning after; Archie angsts and Horatio is speechless.
NOTES: For eglantine_br, who asked for a “second-time” fic. Consider it a birthday present. I didn’t know it was your birthday today until I saw anteros_lmc’s post, but I have planned to post it today anyway and am now very pleased with my timing.




In other seafaring news: I watched Treasure Island with a couple of friends last week, and we had a blast. I can't say whether it's a good show, but it's got Eddie Izzard as a very charismatic Long John Silver - and that's all it takes to make me happy.



There's also some serious costume porn going on, Frodo goes mad and Gene Hunt is as masterful as ever.

( Treasure Island is costume porn. )

And after we had watched Treasure Island, one of my co-watchers outed herself as a fan of Age of Sail kind of movies. And so I told them about that one show I watched, with ships and battles and naval officers, and if all goes well, we'll be watching Hornblower together one of these days. They will totally pick up on the slash vibes. It will be brilliant.

This post has been brought to you by my period drama fetish that I discussed at length before.

How is it Friday again? I've spent the last two weeks alternating between being very busy (work, friends and wine) and being very lazy (um, more wine). Yesterday, I had a sofa day and, exhausted from the sheer effort of it, I fell asleep in the afternoon, without even bothering to move away the book I was reading (Snuff). I have never fallen asleep on a book before.

I have also been indulging my current Jamie Bamber obsession and watching Battlestar Galactica.

First, the important question: What is Dumbledore doing in the Quorum of Twelve?



Seriously, what? And is there fic?

Apart from that, I am bored. Halfway in into the second season, and not one of the characters has managed to grip me. Not one. I kinda like Boomer. I am watching it solely for Jamie Bamber (not Lee Adama) whom I have come to like a lot as long as he doesn't take his clothes off. I don't like the pumped-up muscles look at all, but he does have a good face; it's so expressive. I could watch a show with Jamie Bamber reacting to stuff other people say and not get bored.

A friend of mine gave me the DVDs and the advice to stop watching it after the second season. He loved seasons 1+2 (I don't), considering them some of the best science fiction television ever, but the ending made him furious, what with it being All About God (so he says, I haven't seen the ending yet). He instantly tried to flog his entire BG collection on eBay but couldn't find a buyer due to the adult rating (apparently).

I was annoyed about it being All About God as early as the second episode. Had I not spoiled myself, I could have fooled myself into thinking that the whole prophecy and salvation thing is a red herring and that the show is more nihilistic than that. But as it is, it's All About God and the military - two of my least favourite concepts. Plus, I still don't understand why they censored "fuck". The word they use in its stead is used exactly like "fuck", it sounds similar to "fuck" and everyone knows what it's supposed to mean. What's the point? It annoys me more than it rightfully should.

And Commander Adama and the President have two of the most annoying voices/speech patterns I've ever heard.

My love for Jamie Bamber must be very strong indeed, considering I'm still watching. Most of the time, though, I'm not actively annoyed. Just mildly bored. But I usually do something useful whilst watching, like ironing or working out, so it's not a complete waste of time.

I have also watched the first four or five episodes of the second season of Downton Abbey. I watched it with my friend N., who, like myself, likes that sort of stuff. And guess what? We were so bored. And annoyed. "Oh dear god, not the being-oh-so-understanding thing again!" N. would exclaim in anguish over and over again. "This is even worse than the first season," as she summed up the watching experience.

So, yeah, successful television experience all round. Luckily, my friend Colin is coming over tonight to catch a break from his parental leave that drives him round the bend. He's bringing wine, so we will get drunk and talk about the good old days of sex, drugs and rock'n'roll.

Is this the most optimistic and upbeat post on your flist today? Y/Y

Seeing as a big part of my data (shows! films!) might be lost, I need something to cheer self up. Fortunately, I made some caps before my disk died, which I can now use to discuss a deeply disturbing fetish:

Anyone who's followed this LJ for a little while might have noticed that I use it primary to talk about my crushes on fictional characters. And apparently, in many instances what gets me crushing is period clothing. - Give the man a cravat and boots, and I'm his.

( Case in point )