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The Real Captain Hastings

I completely forgot to mention this story. Belive it or not, I'm fairly addicted to prodedurals and mysteries: I just don't tend to be crazy fanish over them as sci-fi or fantasy shows. Mostly, 'cause I can never seem to find good mystery fics - I'm not to hot at writting a good mystery either, because with a truely good mystery you have to give the readers the clues so they could solve the problem as well but you can't give the way the game entirely.

That being said, 'The Real Captain Hastings' is a fairly good mystery. It's an Hercule Poirot mystery, which I'm fairly fond of. Poirot is charecterized well, though I'm not as familar with Captain Hastings or Miss Lemon as for some reason whenever I picked up a copy of a Poirot book it, Hastings was almost never it it. Espescialy since my favorite was Murder on the Orient Express, and the books with Christie's self-insert. (I mean, come one, her insert was good chareter, but when you have an older female writer that has a Norweigian dectevive books though she's neer been to Norway that complains that the Powers that Be keep trying to make the charecter younger, who else could it be besides Christe?)

Okay, so the charecterization is good, there's a mystery attached, and there's Hercule Poirot. Heck, there's even gratious French! there's also a heavily slash element, and I'm a complete sucker for fluffy romance angles. What else could one want?

And I'll promise to stop recing fics in fandom that no one else reads for a bit, but still, how often you even run across Hercule Poirot fic?

So, I happen to checking up on people, and I go over to see if dragomorph has posted anything. And lo, not had she posted something recently, she wrote a MiSTing. The Snake Boots Epedemic.

It's a little odd, with a very intersting crew premise. Mike, Crow, and Tom actually voulnters to be shot into space to riff bad movies - but with budgets and all he's currently stuck with bad fanfic. With Pearl and Dr. Enhert and Bobo running the experiment.

It's a fun read, if just the image of Observer finaly growing a spine.

Now, TO SEE MOTHERFUCKING SNAKES ON A MOTHERFUCKING PLANE!

New Nightcat fic: Techies.

Now, to the eye doctors office.

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Back from eye doctors. I had my eyes dilated and everything, and it turns out there's nothing wrong with my eyes. Yay to that.

Though I do have to relate something humorus this morning. In today's instalment of "Things We Never Talk About," Xander mentaly calls someone Mrs. B. I told him Xander to run away as fast as possible because she was going to attempt to awaken the sprit of music within him, that he was worse than Sweet, ect.

Then I realized it was Mrs. B. *sigh*