Random Observations

If you put M&Ms into a half-empty tin of Altoids Dark Chocolate Dipped Mints, teh M&Ms will take on a minty flavor!

I'm finding that I like Mavis as a person very much.  Of course, I already love her very much as a daughter, but it's heartening to know that she's a person I'd want to know anyway. (I think Rupert is finding his way to this place too, but it seems slower because he's a boy *and* she's had a 3 year head start).

Almost, but-not-quite catching a cold is good in two ways - the not catching the cold way, and the giving yourself permission to take the day (afternoon/evening) off way.  Also, DH's cold tea kicks ass! And colds!

Finding Fat Tire Amber in the supermarket in Joliet almost makes up for having to sit here alone in my undies (or should I say 'small pants'?) drinking it. It also goes well with salad bar salad and minty M&Ms.  Dinner of champions. What?

Although I would love to have read HP7 all in one go, we're only at chapter 21 now.  First the boy read it, then the girl, then I finally started reading it aloud to DH.  I won't be the last to read it either - our copy is already promised to the neighbors.  My voice doesn't last more than 2 chapters at a time, so the most we'll do in a day is 1-2.  With me being out of town 3 days/week, it's really slowing us down.  OTOH, he says he prefers the way I read it to the idea of getting the audio book.  I try to do some voices, but nothing major, and I do try to get some of an English lilt into the phrasing - years of watching BBC and now listening to podfic made by foreign fans helps me get the emphasis on the right syl-la-ble. heh.

I've been having a lot of kissing dreams lately - at least once a week.  Just dreams of sweet sweet kisses.  I wake up all smiley from them.

Writing Meme-thing

gakked from roguebitch

When you see this, post a little weensy excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.

Well, I don't really have all that many WIPs, but I'll throw out these bits:

from an untitled CSI (Gil/Nick/Greg):

Greg lurches into Nick’s hand and shudders, but now Nick is nothing but soothing, drawing the pleasure out of him with long, sure strokes, licking and biting the back of his neck and tops of his shoulders, and whispering hot, delicious nonsense in his ear.  Finally, when he feels the pressure building, he cracks open his eyes again to meet Gil’s stare.  If he felt devoured before, he doesn’t have words for what he feels now.  The intensity, the flush rising across Gil’s face, the tent in Gil’s pants, the way Gil’s hands are rhythmically clenching and unclenching, carefully held away from his body.  It’s shocking and hot and “Ah! Nick! Oh! Ohhhh! G-Gillll!” he wails as his orgasm is ripped out of him.  He’s spurting all over Nick’s hand and the nice bedspread, shocked by all the sensations coursing through him. 

from a commentary for thisisbone's Two-Player Game (Casey/Dan/Stacey Kerr):

After all this time, this is still the most satisfying story I’ve read.  The threesome is so realistic, and the boys seem like actual guys.  In fact, all of Bone’s men read as so convincingly male, that for a very long time, I was convinced Bone was male.  Silly me, I had no idea how unlikely that was.

This commentary should be posted by now, but just as I was getting ready to do it, I had an insight that I really wanted to include.  Unfortunately, it sounded much better in my head, and now I've lost the thread.  So I'm hoping I'll get it back soon and then Bone will think I'm a cool commentator instead of some random lurkery fangirl.

from an original smutty practice piece, Tongue-Twister:

I hope, by this time, that other lovely parts of you have been intrigued, are in fact envious of the care and attention lavished on your hapless digits.  Does the back of your knee pine for attention?  Shall I dip my tongue there for more exploration, or merely rub my closed lips in that silken fold?  Purrrrrrr….  Lie back, sweet one, I have not yet begun to acquaint you fully with my naughty tongue.  I’ll grip your hips and drag mySelf back up to re-explore the cavern of your mouth.  Mated tongues—gently, slickly dueling.  Does the roof of your mouth tickle when I lick it?

from the SGA Baseball AU that ate my brain last summer (Sheppard/McKay):

( I couldn't decide, so have three  )