The show that got me hooked on fanfiction is no more...although many would say it had never been quite as good as it was those first two seasons. I'm not a huge watcher of network tv. Not having bothered with cable or any other source for years will do that to you. I became very selective in shows that I'd take the time to get on disc...always purchasing, never, ever, ever, watching stuff that wasn't purchased and copyright protected...wink, wink...wait, ignore that, I'm just writing that to set up a mental defense for later.
I have a few shows that I enjoyed and will occasionaly rewatch. Here comes a partial list and make of it what you will: Smallville(geek),BigBang Theory(how could I not),The Middle, Fringe, Terra Nova, Eureka, Warehouse13,KyleXY(what? I'm a big old geek, remember), Burn Notice, Dexter, The OC(proof that Schwartz&Fedak can't be trusted to guide a show), Veronica Mars, ...and some shows that I tried and just couldn't find it in me to like: Grimm(would rather watch Reaper), Merlin(poof, there went my interest, just like magic),Legend of the Seeker(the book, the book), Rizzoli&Isles(if I want a bitchy woman character with an accent, I'll watch Crossing Jordan),The Cape,that Terminator thingie(it wasn't bad, just couldn't get into it)...there are of coursemany more that I'm sure would fall to either side of my list and I just don't have them on my mind right now.
So, where was I? Oh yeah, goodbye to Chuck...but it's never gonna be gone. I'll always have the fun memories of discovering the show and watching the whole first season in one night just becasue I couldn't stop! I'll always have that and the stories in the Chuck fandom at FF...canon or AU, it doesn't matter because it's all fiction. As long as the writing and ideas are solid, I'll stick around. I'll go back and read the really good ones over and over. I'll miss APR, the man who suggested I try writing down some silly idea I had and , as it gets close to the one year anniversary of his passing, I wonder what I'd be doing with the time I take writing if Jim hadn't given me that nudge...probably still drinking just a little to much...hell, been dry for over six months...that's right, all of this is my natural charisma and weirdness, un-augmented by Jager...sorry, Jaeger, as Jim would often give me shit about my horrid americanization of the true German spelling. A few other writers have pointed that out as well but, wtf, I'll leave it for now.
Possible new Shate fic...gonna have Daniel Shaw find out that his wife had been carrying on a torrid affair with some Hollywood Douche Bag and then get his revenge...and then I'll treat them both the way that Shnuff fics usually do...badly, very very badly. Think...Daniel uses brain doohickies(like in that Natalie Wood movie) and then makes the HDB experience hours and hours worth of prerecorded torture deaths and then I'll treat them both to a special treat. Guess who plays the HDB in the fic?
Getting tired, as us old and out of shape demi-gods are apt to do, and just a couple of quick thoughts before I take this old carcass home to tease the small insects in the house before throwing myself into bed...the only question being...what to watch...could dig out Chuck, season 1...maybe Castle, a show that I happen to really like despite the fact that the writers really seem to be starting to jerk us around, I mean, come on, get 'em together already!...or maybe I'll dig out Bubba HoTep...if I'm feeling just a little strange that movie always does the trick.
Goodbye Chuck...I won't miss you because, at least for now, I still have my memories. Oh, and Fedak, if you fuck with me again, suck me in and make me love a show and then treat me the way you've treated me twice now...well, I write such a mean blog about you, you big meanie. Hey, Chris Fedak, GFY!
Sunday, January 29, 2012
Friday, January 27, 2012
A few ideas for Sarah Walker : Broken Beyond Repair Capter 2-maybe
Well, tonight's the night that the 'Chuckverse' comes to a close...ain't life grand. Thought I'd try putting down a few paragraphs for a possible second chapter for Sarah Walker : Broken Beyond Repair?....
Agent Sarah Walker sat with her back inches away from the back of the couch while she stared out of the one window in the waiting area. She watched the clouds as they drifted across the brilliantly blue sky and almost let herself wonder what a certain nerd might tell her the shapes looked like but she blinked once and then twice, shutting down the avenue that had become an all too familiar street in her thoughts since...'no' she told herself, blinking again and choosing to drop her gaze to her hands. Her fingers were intertwined and her hands gently rested on the handle of the cane that had become her constant companion since...'No!' she chastised herself again.
Her peripheral vision was keeping her constantly aware of everything around her and she knew that nothing could change without her being aware of it. Her spy senses, thanks to years of training and practical use were sharpened to such a degree that they bordered on, and often crossed over into hyper vigilance. She knew that the of the six magazines that were spread out on the coffee table in front of her, three were seriously out of date, two had been brought in by the middle aged woman who sat behind the desk that was exactly 4.2 feet to her right and the cover of the final one had a picture of the actor who was the star of a movie that had been on the list of films that she was supposed to have gone to see with...'NO!' she silently screamed at herself.
Six and a half months ago, her heightened awareness was something that she never had to concentrate on, it just was part of what had made her one of the brightest up and coming 'stars' in the CIA but these days she found herself having to concentrate just a little bit more than she liked, sometimes even losing focus for a second or two before catching herself and then locking back in.
She would never tell her mandated psychiatrist that whenever she'd lose focus, it was due to a stray thought that somehow would tie itself to a pair of brown eyes and curly...'no, please' she pleaded with herself, sure that the secretary, who hadn't looked her way since she took her seat, would notice that she seemed to blink her eyes too often. 'Later' she promised herself, knowing full well that her dreams would once again be haunted and she'd awaken with either a strangled scream, full of hurt, still echoing from the walls of her apartment or her blue eyes would be rimmed in red, moist from tears, or as was often the case, both.
"The director will see you now" a voice announced and Sarah almost flinched, realizing that she'd drifted again, failing to notice when the woman had received the summons she'd just relayed.
Getting to her feet, the cane in her hands helping more than she cared to admit, she crossed the small room without a word and walked though the now open door that lead to Director Langstom Graham's office.
'When did that open?' she asked herself, startled to find, yet again, that she'd drifted.
"Have a seat, Sarah" the big man said with a quick eye movement that directed her towards one of the two chairs that faced his desk. "How's the therapy going?"
'Well, straight to it' she told herself as she took a moment to collect herself while she lowered herself into the proffered chair. "Very good, sir" she answered, stretching the truth just a little.
"Really Sarah?" he replied, his eyes softening just a little after witnessing the barely noticeable flinch when Sarah's knee bent to allow her to sit.
"Yes sir. The doctors keep telling me I'm doing much better than they expected" she answered, the 'due to the amount of damage' that the doctors always added, being left unsaid.
"Sarah, we both know that while you're passing expectations, you're not going to make a full recovery..."
"I am, sir" she interrupted, suddenly wishing that the words she spoke were the truth, but she was enough of a realist to know that she might never be 100% ever again.
"Be that as it may, we have to face the very real possibility that you might not make it back into the field and..."
"Sir!"
"Sarah, please, you and I have known each other too long and the fact is that your knee will never be strong enough to allow you to re-qualify for field work. I know you'll insist on trying and, if by some miracle, in six months, you pass, I'll be very happy to be proven wrong. Until then, I...we need to decide what you want to do. Your knowledge could be invaluable to new agents and I'd like you to consider finishing your rehab at the farm. You would still have the best care and could help shape the agents that will be taking the fight to Fulcrum" he finished and seemed to lean back just a little despite the fact that he hadn't moved since she'd walked in.
Sarah sat stunned, the words her mentor had spoken striking against her hopes and the mention of Fulcrum reminding her of the failure that still haunted her and almost breaking her control. 'NO!!' she screamed to herself again, beating imaginary fists against the lid that she tried to keep on the box that contained the memories of Charles Irving Bartowski.
She'd been cleared of any failure when she'd been called before a CIA review board almost a month after the helicopter had plunged into the bay. John Casey had supported the findings, surprising her with the almost glowing report he'd offered in support of her actions, but she continued to blame herself, knowing that the only court that mattered was the one that she fought whenever something reminded her of Chuck.
She still failed to understand why she was so deeply affected by a man she'd known for such a short time. She spent much more time than she tought was reasonable, asking herself that question and had yet to come up with an answer that made any kind of sense.
"Can I think about it sir? Or is it an order?" she asked, sure that her inner battle was safely hidden by the mask of indifference she wore whenever she left her apartment.
She already knew the answer, hoping that maybe a change of scenary and a partial return to the only world she'd known for years would help her find some answers...or maybe help her find a way to secure that 'lid' a little tighter.
"No, it's not an order, Sarah. I just think it might be good for you" he answered with a voice softer than she'd ever heard him use.
"Is there anything else, sir?" she asked and slowly got to her feet when he gave a shake of his head. "Well, in that case, I'll give you my answer tomorrow, sir" she said before turning and making her way out of the office. As she made her way through the office she happened to notice the magazine cover that featured the piture of the actor and memories of the movie she was supposed to see and the man she was suppoed to see it with once again beat at the lid of the box and she quickened her pace, pausing only once she felt the outer office door close behind. "No" she whispered to herself, blinking her eyes several times, beating on the lid of the box of memories and struggling to hold back the tears that were threatening to make a daylight appearence.
"No" she said again and then, after taking a deep breath, resumed her short journey to the elevator that would take her to the lobby. Once there, she'd make it to the main entrance and, once through the checkpoints, she'd be outside and heading to her apartment.
'It's gonna be a long night' she told herself, sure that her dreams would feature a tall, curly-headed man whose brown eyes, she was afraid, would haunt her forever.
So, any thoughts? JT
Agent Sarah Walker sat with her back inches away from the back of the couch while she stared out of the one window in the waiting area. She watched the clouds as they drifted across the brilliantly blue sky and almost let herself wonder what a certain nerd might tell her the shapes looked like but she blinked once and then twice, shutting down the avenue that had become an all too familiar street in her thoughts since...'no' she told herself, blinking again and choosing to drop her gaze to her hands. Her fingers were intertwined and her hands gently rested on the handle of the cane that had become her constant companion since...'No!' she chastised herself again.
Her peripheral vision was keeping her constantly aware of everything around her and she knew that nothing could change without her being aware of it. Her spy senses, thanks to years of training and practical use were sharpened to such a degree that they bordered on, and often crossed over into hyper vigilance. She knew that the of the six magazines that were spread out on the coffee table in front of her, three were seriously out of date, two had been brought in by the middle aged woman who sat behind the desk that was exactly 4.2 feet to her right and the cover of the final one had a picture of the actor who was the star of a movie that had been on the list of films that she was supposed to have gone to see with...'NO!' she silently screamed at herself.
Six and a half months ago, her heightened awareness was something that she never had to concentrate on, it just was part of what had made her one of the brightest up and coming 'stars' in the CIA but these days she found herself having to concentrate just a little bit more than she liked, sometimes even losing focus for a second or two before catching herself and then locking back in.
She would never tell her mandated psychiatrist that whenever she'd lose focus, it was due to a stray thought that somehow would tie itself to a pair of brown eyes and curly...'no, please' she pleaded with herself, sure that the secretary, who hadn't looked her way since she took her seat, would notice that she seemed to blink her eyes too often. 'Later' she promised herself, knowing full well that her dreams would once again be haunted and she'd awaken with either a strangled scream, full of hurt, still echoing from the walls of her apartment or her blue eyes would be rimmed in red, moist from tears, or as was often the case, both.
"The director will see you now" a voice announced and Sarah almost flinched, realizing that she'd drifted again, failing to notice when the woman had received the summons she'd just relayed.
Getting to her feet, the cane in her hands helping more than she cared to admit, she crossed the small room without a word and walked though the now open door that lead to Director Langstom Graham's office.
'When did that open?' she asked herself, startled to find, yet again, that she'd drifted.
"Have a seat, Sarah" the big man said with a quick eye movement that directed her towards one of the two chairs that faced his desk. "How's the therapy going?"
'Well, straight to it' she told herself as she took a moment to collect herself while she lowered herself into the proffered chair. "Very good, sir" she answered, stretching the truth just a little.
"Really Sarah?" he replied, his eyes softening just a little after witnessing the barely noticeable flinch when Sarah's knee bent to allow her to sit.
"Yes sir. The doctors keep telling me I'm doing much better than they expected" she answered, the 'due to the amount of damage' that the doctors always added, being left unsaid.
"Sarah, we both know that while you're passing expectations, you're not going to make a full recovery..."
"I am, sir" she interrupted, suddenly wishing that the words she spoke were the truth, but she was enough of a realist to know that she might never be 100% ever again.
"Be that as it may, we have to face the very real possibility that you might not make it back into the field and..."
"Sir!"
"Sarah, please, you and I have known each other too long and the fact is that your knee will never be strong enough to allow you to re-qualify for field work. I know you'll insist on trying and, if by some miracle, in six months, you pass, I'll be very happy to be proven wrong. Until then, I...we need to decide what you want to do. Your knowledge could be invaluable to new agents and I'd like you to consider finishing your rehab at the farm. You would still have the best care and could help shape the agents that will be taking the fight to Fulcrum" he finished and seemed to lean back just a little despite the fact that he hadn't moved since she'd walked in.
Sarah sat stunned, the words her mentor had spoken striking against her hopes and the mention of Fulcrum reminding her of the failure that still haunted her and almost breaking her control. 'NO!!' she screamed to herself again, beating imaginary fists against the lid that she tried to keep on the box that contained the memories of Charles Irving Bartowski.
She'd been cleared of any failure when she'd been called before a CIA review board almost a month after the helicopter had plunged into the bay. John Casey had supported the findings, surprising her with the almost glowing report he'd offered in support of her actions, but she continued to blame herself, knowing that the only court that mattered was the one that she fought whenever something reminded her of Chuck.
She still failed to understand why she was so deeply affected by a man she'd known for such a short time. She spent much more time than she tought was reasonable, asking herself that question and had yet to come up with an answer that made any kind of sense.
"Can I think about it sir? Or is it an order?" she asked, sure that her inner battle was safely hidden by the mask of indifference she wore whenever she left her apartment.
She already knew the answer, hoping that maybe a change of scenary and a partial return to the only world she'd known for years would help her find some answers...or maybe help her find a way to secure that 'lid' a little tighter.
"No, it's not an order, Sarah. I just think it might be good for you" he answered with a voice softer than she'd ever heard him use.
"Is there anything else, sir?" she asked and slowly got to her feet when he gave a shake of his head. "Well, in that case, I'll give you my answer tomorrow, sir" she said before turning and making her way out of the office. As she made her way through the office she happened to notice the magazine cover that featured the piture of the actor and memories of the movie she was supposed to see and the man she was suppoed to see it with once again beat at the lid of the box and she quickened her pace, pausing only once she felt the outer office door close behind. "No" she whispered to herself, blinking her eyes several times, beating on the lid of the box of memories and struggling to hold back the tears that were threatening to make a daylight appearence.
"No" she said again and then, after taking a deep breath, resumed her short journey to the elevator that would take her to the lobby. Once there, she'd make it to the main entrance and, once through the checkpoints, she'd be outside and heading to her apartment.
'It's gonna be a long night' she told herself, sure that her dreams would feature a tall, curly-headed man whose brown eyes, she was afraid, would haunt her forever.
So, any thoughts? JT
Monday, January 16, 2012
Happy monday morning...trying to push a block?
Happy monday morning...trying to push past a block that seems to let me get chapters started but unable to finish so maybe some rambling here will free up ...something? Here we go...
Watched the new Shelock Holmes last night...at home...don't ask...and was struck by the amazing resemblance between Robert Downy in his drag make-up(on the train) and Tim Curry as Dr. Frankenfurter...I can't be the only one.
Rewatched 'If Lucy Fell'...what a fun little movie...Sarah Jessica and a very young Scarlett Johansen...blink more than once and you might miss her...Elle Macpherson, hubba hubba...plus the patient who's look I sorta borrowed for my description of Shaw in my Shaw's Hot Date fic.
Read the latest chapter in Oldest Man's 'She Learned The Truth...' story and really dug it.
I'm so pissed at my PC right now...and goddamn windows...the 2012xp security update shit had me locked up for hours...I really wish there was some way to sue those assholes for harrassment and wasting my time!
Crap, look at the time, gotta get ready to deal with the people who always make me smile...hooray for customers. JT
Watched the new Shelock Holmes last night...at home...don't ask...and was struck by the amazing resemblance between Robert Downy in his drag make-up(on the train) and Tim Curry as Dr. Frankenfurter...I can't be the only one.
Rewatched 'If Lucy Fell'...what a fun little movie...Sarah Jessica and a very young Scarlett Johansen...blink more than once and you might miss her...Elle Macpherson, hubba hubba...plus the patient who's look I sorta borrowed for my description of Shaw in my Shaw's Hot Date fic.
Read the latest chapter in Oldest Man's 'She Learned The Truth...' story and really dug it.
I'm so pissed at my PC right now...and goddamn windows...the 2012xp security update shit had me locked up for hours...I really wish there was some way to sue those assholes for harrassment and wasting my time!
Crap, look at the time, gotta get ready to deal with the people who always make me smile...hooray for customers. JT
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Something New & Something Old...this & me
Woke up this morning to something we don't get a lot of here in nowheresvilleFL, the temperature down in the forties...what a refreshing change of pace...and a reminder, thanks to my aching joints, that I'm not getting younger...and here I thought I'd be the exception to the rule.
Don't know why but the weather reminded me of a time, oh so long ago, in San Diego, and I thought I might add something new...a usic recommendation or two...along with a story or two.
Many, many moons ago, I was driving south of the I5, headed towards Imperial Beach when a song came through the speakers that slapped me...hard! I was listening to the trendy, 'new wave' station, 91X to be exact, when a singer with an almost impossibly deep voice started belting his his rendition of Kharma Chameleon and I pulled over to the side of the highway. I still not sure what was the perfect combination of stuff that caused it but I was laughing so hard I just couldn't drive...that was my introduction to Country Dick Montana...drummer, part time singer and full time miscreant for San Diego's own, The Beat Farmers.
A few years later, while working at a rather interesting bar called the Star & Garter, one of the dancers introduced me to a friend of hers...the guy was huge and once he spoke, I knew I had to ask. By that time, I had all of the Farmers cds and I even got a little fanboyish and asked the big man to sign my copy of Loud, Plowed and Live...he did..."stay out of jail, you puke. Country Dick"...man, I really miss that cd.
To make a long story, even longer...I'd returned to Florida by the time I got the news that Dick had died on stage and then, this morning, the mp3 happened to play some Country Dick and I thought why not recommend him to any one who might listen...so, if you're musically adventurous, give the album, 'The Devil Lied To Me' by Country Dick Montana(or any of the Beat Farmers cds) a try. Musically, the album jumps around a bit but cuts 5, 6 and 7 are favorites.
I'm sure I'll add more recommendations as I add to this blog thing...all in the hope that someone reading is actually enjoying my ramblings...and don't let my first music recommendation throw you...I've got lots more to offer and may, just maybe, you might find some thing you like among all the stuff I listen to. JT
Don't know why but the weather reminded me of a time, oh so long ago, in San Diego, and I thought I might add something new...a usic recommendation or two...along with a story or two.
Many, many moons ago, I was driving south of the I5, headed towards Imperial Beach when a song came through the speakers that slapped me...hard! I was listening to the trendy, 'new wave' station, 91X to be exact, when a singer with an almost impossibly deep voice started belting his his rendition of Kharma Chameleon and I pulled over to the side of the highway. I still not sure what was the perfect combination of stuff that caused it but I was laughing so hard I just couldn't drive...that was my introduction to Country Dick Montana...drummer, part time singer and full time miscreant for San Diego's own, The Beat Farmers.
A few years later, while working at a rather interesting bar called the Star & Garter, one of the dancers introduced me to a friend of hers...the guy was huge and once he spoke, I knew I had to ask. By that time, I had all of the Farmers cds and I even got a little fanboyish and asked the big man to sign my copy of Loud, Plowed and Live...he did..."stay out of jail, you puke. Country Dick"...man, I really miss that cd.
To make a long story, even longer...I'd returned to Florida by the time I got the news that Dick had died on stage and then, this morning, the mp3 happened to play some Country Dick and I thought why not recommend him to any one who might listen...so, if you're musically adventurous, give the album, 'The Devil Lied To Me' by Country Dick Montana(or any of the Beat Farmers cds) a try. Musically, the album jumps around a bit but cuts 5, 6 and 7 are favorites.
I'm sure I'll add more recommendations as I add to this blog thing...all in the hope that someone reading is actually enjoying my ramblings...and don't let my first music recommendation throw you...I've got lots more to offer and may, just maybe, you might find some thing you like among all the stuff I listen to. JT
Friday, January 13, 2012
Pressing my luck?
13 days into 2012 and I finally manage to add something to this thing. I really wish I could figure out how to add stuff from an outside source to this blog thingie...maybe one day soon someone will take pity on me and offer hints.
Another wonderful day, dealing with my adoring public..."yes ma'am, you have to have two of the same size tires on the front of your car...yes sir, 80 pounds is far to much pressure in your car's tire...no ma'am, we don't offer road service to the other side of the state for a used tire you bought three months ago..." and every day I wonder how I've managed to stay sober for the last six months...I hear the siren call of that sweet, sweet Jaegermeister...soon, sweetheart, soon.
Well, Rob Schneider has a sitcom...well, it is 2012, maybe the Mayans were just a little off with the date. Wait, that's unfair...Rob has made me laugh more than once and Jersey Shore has been renewed three times?...that has got to be a far better indicator of the end times than Rob's show and yet the ball keeps on spinnin'.
hope to get back to some Chuck stories this weekend, I really need to update...plus, I'm also trying to coax a writer I respect into trying a collaboration on a Chuck story, using the helicopter ride from season 1, episode 2 as a jump point. The powers that be, recognizing Sarah's early signs of being compromised and the fact that she's still reeling from Bryce's betrayal, use Zarnow's treachery, secretly grab Chuck while Sarah's struggling to escape from the cuffs, and allow her to think that he perishes when the helicopter plunges into the harbor...Casey is now a full time babysitter and Chuck's off the grid leaving Sarah adrift and questioning her decisions for the last year. Ta-dah...doesn't that sound fabulous? Crap, maybe it is time for some Arizona diet green tea, blueberry flavored, and some Skyy...must think about that...and other stuff. like the next chapter of swimmer that I actually have started. Happy weekend to all. JT
Another wonderful day, dealing with my adoring public..."yes ma'am, you have to have two of the same size tires on the front of your car...yes sir, 80 pounds is far to much pressure in your car's tire...no ma'am, we don't offer road service to the other side of the state for a used tire you bought three months ago..." and every day I wonder how I've managed to stay sober for the last six months...I hear the siren call of that sweet, sweet Jaegermeister...soon, sweetheart, soon.
Well, Rob Schneider has a sitcom...well, it is 2012, maybe the Mayans were just a little off with the date. Wait, that's unfair...Rob has made me laugh more than once and Jersey Shore has been renewed three times?...that has got to be a far better indicator of the end times than Rob's show and yet the ball keeps on spinnin'.
hope to get back to some Chuck stories this weekend, I really need to update...plus, I'm also trying to coax a writer I respect into trying a collaboration on a Chuck story, using the helicopter ride from season 1, episode 2 as a jump point. The powers that be, recognizing Sarah's early signs of being compromised and the fact that she's still reeling from Bryce's betrayal, use Zarnow's treachery, secretly grab Chuck while Sarah's struggling to escape from the cuffs, and allow her to think that he perishes when the helicopter plunges into the harbor...Casey is now a full time babysitter and Chuck's off the grid leaving Sarah adrift and questioning her decisions for the last year. Ta-dah...doesn't that sound fabulous? Crap, maybe it is time for some Arizona diet green tea, blueberry flavored, and some Skyy...must think about that...and other stuff. like the next chapter of swimmer that I actually have started. Happy weekend to all. JT
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