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I'm going to lose everyone's respect if I say I absolutely adored Tropic Thunder, right?

But I think I have a weird thing for Robert Downey Jr. and silly inside jokes about war movies tickle my funny bone. Man, I even liked the wannabe bride of Xenu, and that's saying a lot.

*weirded*

Next up: Good Night and Good Luck. Eclectic tastes? Me?

30 minutes into the latest NCIS:

Me: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!

*happy*

I've had lots of weird fandom thoughts lately. Here are a few of them: ( ranty rant )

Right now, I'm heading off to watch CSI NY. No new NCIS this week, which makes me sad. I've developed some weird Gibbs love, and I need my fix.

Oh well...

In case I need to write a summary for the latest NCIS...

"Gibbs and DiNozzo do a very macho version of Brokeback Mountain. No explicit sex, but DiNozzo's ass is mentioned several times. Later on, Gibbs gets to do a very macho gun porn thingy with a rifle, while DiNozzo looks after Delenn whatshername. Not as hot as last week's, but whoooeee the gun porn moment was awesome."

I really wonder why I'm not working on some TV show magazine. I mean... That was so much better than 'blah blah they solve crimes blah...'

Of course now I'm all meep, 'cause usually when a show is this good and makes me this happy, it'll all go down the drain.

Okay, so a non spoilery squee about the latest NCIS.

Forget the headslaps. Forget the stares, the 'on it, boss' and the atta boy. That CPR scene? Nothing.

This episode was like the slashiest episode of this show ever. And that's saying a lot. If you're a Gibbs/DiNozzo fan, you'll make sounds only dogs can hear. Yeah.

*so very happy*

Also, I may have mucho love for Gibbs right now. And Mark Harmon. Oh hell, I just love everyone.

Have been suffering from insomnia lately. I can't get sleep and then I can't get up in the morning.

*is ded*

Of course today I won't stay up till four am writing a post apocalypse RPS fic with the Davids... That might help. Or not. I don't feel at all sleepy, and then stare into darkness when I go to bed.

Yesterday was such a good day. Spent most of the evening at tvillingar's, babbling and drinking coffee. Almost fell asleep on my way home, and once here, I crashed and slept around the clock.

Don't even feel groggy now. I mean, I probably should, but am just all energized and happy.

More coffee!

Will now dedicate this day to not going anywhere or doing anything. Should clean my closet, but yeah, not gonna happen today. I think I'll watch some telly and write some fic. Have been neglecting all the unfinished stories I have, and seeing people post these 'fics I finished in 2008' memes all around makes me wonder if I should actually finish something this year.

Now I just need to decide if I'll dabble with the Babylon 5 guys (thanks, Ainaria, I always get the number wrong... :)), Jim Gordon's control issues or Simon Cowell's nipples.

Hmm... Decisions....

Tried to shop for some furniture today, but couldn't find what I was looking for. Boo hoo.

But had fun with emmuzka anyway. :)

Am now torn between obsessing on the damn Idol thing, eating more blueberry quark and watching the latest CSIs. Oh well. Maybe I'll just... multitask or something.

dlasta gave me her tapes of American Idol season 7. Wasn't really convinced I'd like watching it, but thought I'd watch the first few eps today... Er... It's now tomorrow...

Eleven episodes later...

I can't decide who is my all time fav. I mean, yeah, I know who won and so forth and right now I think he so definitely deserved it. And no, this isn't just my enthusiasm for the D2. Um... Or whatever they're called in fandom. Are they called anything? Should someone know?

But... Er... Simon! And Ryan's a darling. And I still want just one good RPS fic about those two, without soulmates or Simon being nice or... Yeah, well I think I just described like 90% of the fic there...

I'm overusing the dot dot dot, right? Right.

Still blaming Dlasta for this. You rock, girl.

This is what happens only if you're an insane fan:

Was reading some stuff in my bedroom, idly listening as my flatmate watched telly in the living room. Some kinda discovery channel whatever about Mt. Everest climbers. Blah dee blah, wish the updates on my computer would just install so I could do stuff....

And then suddenly my mind went all *ding*.

Ran to the living room, foaming at the mouth and stared at the telly. That silly hospital documentary about Everest climbers was narrated by a very familiar Scottish voice.

:) Of course my flatmate laughed at me, especially since I had to sit through the 30 minutes of OMG idiots climbing up a block of ice to feel important just to hear the narrator. Tried to make a bet with her, 'will do all the dishes for the rest of the year if it isn't Tennant and if it is, you'll do them', but the smart woman declined.

In conclusion: I have absolutely no life whatsoever. My day was made better by Tennant's voice, and that is very, very sad.

Almost pathetic.

But what the hell. Squee.