Dr. Fünke's 100% Natural Good-Time Family Band Solution (original) (raw)

22 October 2013 @ 01:13 am

This Livejournal might be closed, but like hell I wouldn't acknowledgment at least this bit:

TVLINE: How long did you know that the note from Season 2′s "Aliens in the Spaceship" would be used as Brennan’s vows?
HART HANSON: I actually wrote the note from that episode a gazillion years ago to sort of remind me to use it [in a future episode]. And when we discussed referencing it in the wedding episode, I dragged out the actual note and [realized] it was totally unsuitable for wedding vows. [Laughs] So they had to be completely rewritten.

TVLINE: What did the original note say?
HANSON: It was [Brennan telling Booth], "Don’t blame yourself if you didn’t get to me in time. I enjoyed working with you." It didn’t lend itself to the poetry of wedding vows.

Boom.

I hope you are all well. I certainly am, I think, maybe, it's complicated, for a whole host of unrelated reasons. It's weird how life works out sometimes.

I work in a place where there is a Peabody Award on the reception desk now. I have a feeling I am never going to get over that. If/when I do, please kill me for being horrible.

This Livejournal is officially closed. You know where to find me.

mood: optimistic

15 February 2012 @ 12:18 am

Hello. This Livejournal exists. I don't know, do you need to post things every once in a while so they don't delete it?

22 November 2011 @ 06:34 pm

If y'all need a Yuletide beta this year, I'm your girl. I'm not participating - this year completely passed me by, and in any case, I defaulted last year so I'm ineligible - so I have no competing duties. I might not (probably won't) know your fandom, but I know how words work. Plus if you could impress a fandom illiterate, that's a damn good story, isn't it?

Also. Hi, Livejournal. I'm on Tumblr mostly these days, all while pretending my blog is the bee's knees, but I'm still around. Would I miss the opportunity to use this fabulous Christmas icon? FOR SHAME. *waves*

I think that I have read every single piece of Bones finale reaction fanfiction on the Internet. True story.

TITLE: It's Only Doubts We're Counting (on fingers broken long ago)
FANDOM: Bones
PAIRING: Booth/Brennan
SPOILERS: "The Hole in the Heart" and "The Change in the Game"
SUMMARY: Father's Day.

NOTE: Yeah! So I still write things! Actually I have written a lot of the things, and then promptly pressed delete because they were terrible. I probably should have posted this yesterday! Oh well. This is tiny, but oddly enough has been in my brain for a while now. This fandom does not have enough Brennan POV fic! Okay. Title by Rilo Kiley, "More Adventurous."

( I read that with every broken heart, we should become more adventurous.Collapse )

I would just like to record this moment for posterity:

At 6:04pm EST yesterday, I was within one foot of Donald Glover. Unfortunately, though I noticed him, he did not notice me. (Paging Taylor Swift!)

Our scene is set in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Since fujiidom is a person who is awesome, she managed to not only acquire tickets for the Childish Gambino show at the TLA, but actually had the thought, "Who would go with me? I know! TAHLIA." Cut to me nervously scrambling to get into town from work at a decent hour going into rush hour traffic. Here is an important detail to this story: I have terrible air conditioning in my car. I should probably fix it, but haven't yet because, I don't know, I prefer its quirkiness for some reason? (Immense, systematic laziness? Nahhh.) So I have my windows down. I mean, they are all the way down. I am promoting so full cross-car draft action up in this "once owned by Taylor Ham and came with reverse-gear warning beeps and a pre-installed car phone" bitch.

At 6:04pm, I pull up to the stop light on South Street and 3rd. I am making a left hand turn into a parking ramp on 3rd while also chain-smoking my way through my third cigarette of the ride (hey, okay, it took me 20 minutes just to cross a fucking bridge; don't judge a girl for her vices). Absently, I look to my left and observe a gentleman crossing 3rd and headed my way while texting/initiating a call on his iPhone. I (correctly) guess that he is about to avoid the second crosswalk across South (i.e., in front of my car, as I am stopped at the line) and opt to pass me in order to cross between me and the person behind me. I observe that he seems oddly dressed in a zip-up blue jacket, given that it is still 75 degrees (or 90 inside my vehicle, which is never "cool" after May 1). Whatever. Fucking tourist.

It then occurs to me that this gentleman is actually Donald Glover.

I panic. What do I do? I just sit there, vaguely thinking that this is what will go on my tombstone: "Tahlia, She Who Forever Stares At Random Famous People Yet Knows Not What to Do, Ever." I decide to play it cool. I rescind this decision immediately and begin to fumble for my phone to take a picture! No, I can't do that, hasn't New York taught you anything? Let the TV people be in their natural environments, gosh. (OH MY GOD. Why isn't everyone else on the sidewalk falling all over themselves as he walks by? That's Donald Glover.) Oh fuck, he's passing me, I'm losing my opportunity by the literal seconds here. Do something! OH! HEY!!!! I should say something to him! Yes! The window is open, he is literally passing right by me and I should probably tell him good luck! No! Tahlia! Don't say that! We say "break a leg," you IDIOT! Hey! You should be totally cute and say "see you tonight"! Yes! I'm going to do that! I... oh. He's gone. And the light is green now, and drivers in Philadelphia are bigger assholes than I am. Dammit.

And that, kids, is how Donald Glover and I missed our opportunity to fall in love.

(I still do not possess a Community icon.)

P.S., ( this was fujjidom's exact reaction to this event Collapse )

tune: Childish Gambino - My Shine

(LOUNGING AT THE TUILERIES IN PARIS LIKE A BOSS)

Bonjour Tumblr! Ca va? Has it really been over a month since I posted here? Christ. Well, here are some things that have happened to me recently: I've quit my job as of the middle of June, and no, I have absolutely no idea what I'm going to do after that, save for probably moving back in with my old roommate and pretending we're 19 again. I just got back from ten days in Paris and London, which was the most delightful thing I have ever done in my entire life (see: above). Paris is my jam, and then I took A TRAIN from France to England and it was the most civilized thing in the entire world. Oh, also: I CANNOT STOP WATCHING THIS PREVIEW FOR THIS THURSDAY'S EPISODE OF BONES it makes me so ajsfhajsfkajshfkajshfkahfkafahfaf that I can barely think straight.

Yup. That is... pretty much it!

One more photo spam:

THAT IS A REAL STREET IN PARIS. AND YES, THEY ARE RELATED. THAT'S HER GREAT-GREAT GRANDPA.

Seriously. Paris is an amazing town.

That no one has immediately come out and said on Twitter or any place else that no, you crazy fans you, we are not going to be writing Emily Deschanel's pregnancy into Bones SO PLEASE STOP ASKING US THIS QUESTION GOD YOUR COLLECTIVE ENTHUSIASM IS SO EXHAUSTING SOMETIMES basically makes me want to do this:

Also. What up, Livejournal.

25 February 2011 @ 06:57 pm

Still alive, I promise.

(Maybe.)

Also: now I blog? Okay. Possibly. So far it is basically an unsubstantiated rumor.

05 February 2011 @ 05:06 pm

So this went around Tumblr not too long ago, and I resisted, but what the fuck. Who cares. In all honestly, if you got me drunk then did this meme, the results would be 500% more hilarious. I make a very big effort to sound fancy. Now come here how shallow and Jersey I actually sound!

Also, I'm not a robot. It did just do something funky to my saying of "direction."

( THE MEME Collapse )

23 January 2011 @ 09:44 am

Blaahhhhhhhh. Hello, distant strangers!

I am feeling increasingly useless when it comes to Livejournal. My blog consumes most of my creative energy now (and Tumblr), with very little to show for it because I just have a ton of things saved in draft form that I absolutely hate. Plus I'm feeling the time constraints of this format versus fandom - in fandom, no one cares if you wait a week to comment on Fringe.

~~Here~~

THERE, I feel like I've already lost my window of time to discuss Thursday night comedies. Woe and despair and self-editing, etc.

I have absolutely no idea what this space is going to be like in the future. Feel free to unfriend. I have every intention to keep fic writing, except it feels like I've run out of ideas. Oh sure, I have plotted out my own dream Bones S6 in my head, but nobody wants to read that. It's a rambling unedited mess, and let's be honest, I have never been a fan of multi-chaptered WIPs. I actually did write something! For fictorium's Rewriting Canon meme - a Bones thing. I was so happy that maybe I was back into the swing of things... and... nope. I have literally run out of ideas for everything. It's not that I don't think I could write something like Fringe or Misfits, I just don't... I don't know.

HEY. I HAVE AN IDEA. Give me prompts? Show, pairing, prompt. I'll answer them... next year.

xoxo,
Gossip Girl

tune: The xx - Heart Skipped a Beat

01 January 2011 @ 09:24 pm

Drive-by Catching Up to Fandom Post #2: Parks & Recreation.

The lengths to which I ship the work marriage that is Ron/Leslie is... well. It is.

17 December 2010 @ 02:16 pm

I cannot stop watching Fringe.

I am so sorry for anything else I used to be doing this past three years.

25 November 2010 @ 08:22 am

Oh holy shit, I am the most epic of assholes.

Who ever has cause to check their own Livejournal for posts they've made? I bang on about this stuff, and here I... literally forgot to press send on Tuesday morning. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. WHAT. To whom it may concern: I am so, so sorry. I understand exactly what kind of stress this causes! Intimately! I am so, so, so sorry.

DEAR YULETIDE SANTA: ( first of all, you're awesome and I'm sorry that you have the misfortune to be paired with me, the most half-assed lazy Yuletide participant ever, apparently Collapse )

mood: HAPPY THANKSGIVING...?