How you can tell you've got a bad haircut....

A few signs you have the wrong haircut:

Your boss says, "Oh. Where do you usually get your hair done, a salon or--?" And then compliments you on your scarf.

Your coworker says absolutely nothing about the very obviously different hair style.

Your mother says, "So, did you get any compliments on it?" (No.)

But the clearest sign is when your friend Marilyn takes one look at you and splutters, "Pwah!"

Right.

I brushed the curls out and hair-gelled them flat immediately.

Lesson number one: There are many far-too-polite people in the world.
Lesson number two: You're better off with one friend who has a Rodney-sized brain-to-mouth filter.

Happy New Year to you all!

Happy New Year everyone!

For those of you who can see the sky, it's a full moon tonight, and a blue moon at that. So step outside under the stars and have a look for me.

Looks like a special auspicious beginning to the new year, eh?

The authors for the sga_santa fics are revealed tomorrow. I have two guesses on two authors (both of which I'm pretty darned sure of, though I've yet to eat the chocolate dipped snow shovel on the one where the author showed up to tell me I'm wrong -- what? I needed the shovel!).

I did two stories for SGA Santa, one for the main fest. Couldn't resist and did a pinch hit. One of those two I'm particularly proud of. I rub my hands in glee to be able to post it here.

This is the time of year for the fic round up, isn't it?

Yearly fic round-up, 2009.

Fic 2009

I followed The Big Pink's advice and allowed myself to write nothing else (not even Merlin fic that was desperately trying to escape) to finish the single-largest piece I've ever written. It encompassed three years of effort, a dozen betas, research (including travel)... I finally finished:

Out Of Bounds, SGA, John/Rodney, NC-17
aka the 'skating fic.' An utter self-indulgent cliche. John's a rebellious figure skater who after twelve years of competition has one last shot. Rodney's the former World Champion, shattered by defeat (can't you just hear the Olympic theme song?) who can make it happen. But first....

Believe it or not, I did manage to write a few other pieces this year.

Toasty Goodness and the Marshmallow Creature, SGA, John/Rodney. PG.
The gateroom lights flashed, sirens and alarms screamed over each other, techs raced to fix the iris. All in all it was a pretty good show. It was also pretty damned useless.

Supernatural

Preacher's Daughter, SPN, Cas and Ruby. PG.
It was the second lightning bolt that gave him away.

Harry Potter

Twu Wuv , HP, Harry/Ginny, Cheshyre's fault. And with that pairing how can I blamed for not following directions? PG-13

Merlin

Dragon Powers, Merlin, Gaius/Merlin (not my fault, I swear!), PG-13
"Kwaleche erhim ghrafar nuinduiunar," the old dragon rumbled. "Luitras martrarm alleche tristrarnaha."-- Merlin sighed, hands going limp at his sides. "Great.That's really helpful."

Spring, Winter, Fall, Merlin, Gaius/Merlin (also not my fault, I swear!), PG-13
"In twenty-five years or so the age difference would hardly matter," Arthur said.

Merlin's Mirror, Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, PG-13
Merlin caught a haze of movement across its surface -- like an object half-glimpsed through fog -- and stiffened. Magic. Logic (and, all right, Gaius) had taught him that it took a powerful enchantment to remain on an object outside the presence of a sorcerer.

The Forest Llandrae, Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, PG-13
Arthur's footfalls were utterly silent even on dry leaves as he moved unerringly towards the shimmer of silver bright water, visible between the trees.

Breathless, Merlin, Arthur/Merlin, PG-13
"Say. You're. Sorry." Merlin's eyes flashed yellow. Arthur rose into the air several feet above his sheets, then turned over, all the vulnerable parts he'd held clapped to the bed exposed.


And finally:

This space reserved for SGA Santa fic #1

This space reserved for SGA Santa fic #2