Flyby!

[mad_andy]

Ultra quick update:

Ryanair suck. I didn't get home until three this morning. Delayed, delayed, delayed.

People who take small children on planes suck. (Especially small children who stand near me chanting two words over and again in some kind of obsessive compulsive brain fart.)

If your cat should catch a baby rabbit straight out of the stop, LET IT FINISH THE JOB. By 'rescuing' it you are subjecting the rabbit (and those unfortunate enough to try and save the wretched thing) to a lot of stress.

Ten hour shifts suck.

Ten hour shifts two days running suck.

Husbands who go away for ten days on business trips are pretty cool. (YAYNOSLAY!) (From Sunday, huzzah!)

Dirk's knee brace is Teh Hawt. Thank you rdyfrde for feeding the addiction!

And now I should do some work.

Comments

[screwthedaisies.livejournal.com]

Wait. Where's the knee brace? I missed a knee brace?

[rdyfrde.livejournal.com]

Yep. He messed up his knee in 2002 and wore the brace until late 2003. You can see it clearly in the first photos on this page:

http://s54.photobucket.com/albums/g109/rdyfrde76/Live/Dirk/?start=48

[screwthedaisies.livejournal.com]

That's hot. When I get around to writing GR fic, I know in what time frame it's going to occur now.

That's hot.

[rdyfrde.livejournal.com]

But why is it hot? I'm so confused.

[screwthedaisies.livejournal.com]

I have no idea. It definitely has the same attraction that writing a long, angsty fic starring a one-legged Commodore Norrington had for me. (I need to finish that thing someday.) And it has the same attraction that writing a science fiction story where the Metallica guys had all sorts of scary body-modification surgeries (James Hetfield ended up with bionic arms and legs for instance) had for me. (This is another story I need to finish...someday.)

I don't know why injuries and casts and braces and amputations are hot. They just...make really great fic fodder.

[madandy.livejournal.com]

Screw fic fodder, I wanna do really dirty things to him when he wears that brace.

Dirtier things than I would do to him without it, I mean.

So, really dirty things...really very dirty things indeed. *Drool*

[screwthedaisies.livejournal.com]

(Here we go down a dirty path...don't you wish you could lock the brace in a straight-leg or bent-leg position....)

[madandy.livejournal.com]

Oh jesus yeah. And all the hurt/comfort possibilities - helping him put it on (or watching), or taking it off. Not to mention the discomfort you could bring by giving it a twist.

Or...or...

*Daydreams happy naughty thoughts*

Yeah. Hot. :D

[screwthedaisies.livejournal.com]

It's a very nice looking brace, too, which contributes....

[kraftpistole.livejournal.com]

I don't know why injuries and casts and braces and amputations are hot.

Neither do I.

[thinks fondly on his own amputated-limb-owning drummer inspiration]

[silicondreams.livejournal.com]

You guys are SO weird. *goes back to daydreaming about Henjo with the arm cast* ;)

When...you...get...EEEEEEE H WRITING RAY. *orgasm*

[screwthedaisies.livejournal.com]

~mops up after Lia~

[madandy.livejournal.com]

~mops up after Lia~

Hahahahaha. You have *NO* idea....

*Grin*

[silicondreams.livejournal.com]

*swat* ANDREA!


Thee hee hee.

[madandy.livejournal.com]

*Snickers*

*Wipes chin*

HA.

[screwthedaisies.livejournal.com]

My Kai/Marcus fic needs a kick in the butt. Perhaps it's a good time to have you and/or Andy look it over and let me know if I did anything moronic/totally OOC with Kai...and by the time you're done with it, I should be done with the latest rash of Rockfic Press duties and ready to tackle writing again. What do you think?

[madandy.livejournal.com]

...I think my inbox is always open, chief!

[silicondreams.livejournal.com]

...As long as you have lots of spare mops, boss, I can't fucking wait to see it!

[screwthedaisies.livejournal.com]

On its way.

[madandy.livejournal.com]

And now I need moooooooooooooooooooooooooore!

[screwthedaisies.livejournal.com]

*feels warm and fuzzy now*

I was out last night, out this morning and much of the afternoon, and in ten minutes I have to leave to be out for the evening again. But tomorrow I would like nothing better to hide with my laptop in the closet and get some more of this story finished.