House of Wax, part four

Is it really bad that I kind of missed Mayhem during that last section of the movie? It is? Yeah, I thought so.

Also, it turns out I'm only a third of the way through the movie. Thank God for booze. *liquors up*

( House of Wax -- Part Four )

Next: Someone explains the concept of "personal space" to Paddywhack and Elisha, resulting in the movie's first real casualties as they die from shock and embarrassment.

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Oh, thank God, USA Network finally put the 4400 website back up. It's a good thing, too, because I didn't get to check if the case files are back up again, but those suckers are like a fic writer's dream. Seriously, dates, names, locations ... all the details you could ask for. YAY. *happy flail*

In any event, they've got hints on the new season.

( Spoilery comments on a few things )

Fic: Raise A Glass (Supernatural)

HA! That's fifty. Now where's my free Winchester toaster?

Title: Raise A Glass
Author: Troll Princess
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: R
Word Count: 1,250 words
Spoilers: "Devil's Trap"
Pairing: Dean/multiple OFCs
Warnings: Bad language, sexual situations
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, I just like playing with them.
Summary: "You'll find them soon," one of them says, "as long as you keep looking."

( Raise A Glass )

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( Charmed comment )

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( My summary of what I thought of Charmed )

I'm taping 10.5 and watching Desperate Housewives. Oh, 10.5 filmmakers. A minute into the movie and I already wanted to punch you in the face. You're slipping.

EDIT: ( Desperate Housewives )

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So I went to my parents' house for dinner tonight, and my dad gave me one of his old prepaid phones, and my mom gave me her paperback copy of The DaVinci Code because I said I hadn't read it.

I just read the first page.

Okay, here's the thing. The first story I ever wrote was because I read a horrendous romance novel when I was about fifteen that made me fling the damn thing at the nearest wall and shriek, "I can write better than that!" And I couldn't at that point, but I was damn well going to try.

I think if I had read this back then, I wouldn't have become a writer.

I would have become the quarterback for the Eagles.

They wouldn't have had much of a choice but to draft me at that point, really, considering I would have thrown this book hard enough to brain Dan Brown from several states away.