spoonyriffic: (tony likes lemons)
( May. 20th, 2009 12:31 pm)
I wasn't able to watch the NCIS finale last night! *sobs*

Luckily, I was able to record it here in Satellite Beach (pets the DVR), but I almost had a heart-attack last night. At around 8.25 PM, the power briefly went out, and I was like "OMG WTF NCIS!!!!" and I about had a fit. Then the power came back on and the DVR recorded NCIS in two parts. I checked to make sure I didn't miss anything important - the first part ended with Hadar asking Tony to ride with him in the car (I think?), and the second part starts with Tony in an interrogation room, and Director David walking in. Was there anything in between?

I plan on watching it tonight, if I get the chance. Then I can go discuss it over at [livejournal.com profile] navy_ncis, which I have done for the past couple of episodes, and it's just so much FUN, and then I can read all the spoiler-y crap. Because for once, I'm not reading ANYTHING. Gasp!

...but it's really hard to resist.

Just one question: Was it a good episode? Or did it royally and utterly suck? Did they reveal that Ziva is really pod!Ziva? Did Gibbs and Tony have hot sekrit sex in Director David's office?

...okay, so that was four questions. But they are all valid! Humph.
spoonyriffic: (horatio glasses porn)
( May. 18th, 2009 02:17 pm)
Actually, I woke up properly around noon or so. Still - I haven't slept in until noon in ages. It was weird - most of the day is gone! *grumbles*

I had a long day yesterday. Four-hour drive to Satellite Beach - I didn't drive (my mom came with me, and she wanted to drive), but it was still loooong. It was really fun though, because we took back roads (thank you, GPS!), and we avoided I-95 all together. Thank god. Saw a lot of churches and anti-abortion billboards (you've just got to love the Bible Belt, right?), and we passed a roadside stand that was selling gator jerky.

Yes, gator jerky.

I was vaguely interested. I've had gator before, and it's not all that bad. A littly gaimy, but if you get past that, it's actually kind of good.

Anywho, I digress. We drove through downtown Orlando, which was another adventure. We drove through the part of town that had a lot of quirky shops... and a lot of shops run by Chinese people. AND I SAW AN EINSTEIN BROS BAGEL PLACE. They have the best bagels in the entire world, EVAR. I haven't seen one since I lived in Ft. Lauderdale, and that was 8 years ago. You have no idea how excited I was! *bounces*

Got to Satellite Beach. Went to see the house - walked around in it, made sure all our stuff was still there. *snort*

Drove up to the mall in Vero Beach (which is an hour away), because mom had to go to a meeting there. THE MALL IS HUGE! Holy crap. It's one of those big sprawling malls that takes about an hour to drive around. My god. And it's got a movie theatre in it! An AMC 24 theatre - we walked around in there (because, you know, me and movies go together like peanut butter and celery. They totally go together!), and the theatre is huge too! Positively cavernous.

Drove back to Sat Beach. It was 10 PM. And I have a splitting headache. And then I fall asleep watching M*A*S*H (it was the ep where Hawkeye ordered ribs from Chicago to be delivered to Korea, just so you know).

Didn't wake up until around 9 or so. Fell back asleep. Woke up at noon and stayed awake. It was weird, because here they have hurricane shutters that close over the windows, and when you press the button to close them, it gets super dark in the house. I had them down, and when I finally woke up at noon, it looked like it was 2 AM. It was surreal. But awesome.

I've got a bunch of stuff that I need to do on LJ, and I need to weed out the junk in my email box, but methinks I'll do that later. Methinks I'll veg out on the couch and watch Law & Order. I still haven't really woken up. My sense of time sucks right now. *snort*

Side note: my header looks weird on this laptop. The brightness/contrast settings are different on it from my comp, and my header looks all disjointed, and the shadows are practically nonexistent. Gawd. *facepalm* It looks horrible!

Horatio will make me feel better, with his sunglasses and red hair. Maybe I can convince Gibbs to join. And then I can watch.

Yes, I like this plan a lot.
Title: Pods, Alien Probing, and Zombies - Oh My!
Word Count: ~850
Pairing: None.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings and/or Spoilers: Much crack. Pods and zombie speculation. General spoilers for S6.
Author's Notes: Another comment!fic that was so long, it was too long to properly post in a comment. The character limit on comments is way too short! Inspired by a string of comments in [livejournal.com profile] pruehall's latest rant on her LJ, bemoaning how Ziva's been acting. The comments that this fic spawned from pondered the location of all the dead petty officers in NCIS-world. Also contains some other weirdness that S6 has generated.
Summary: Some pressing questions are answered, some are left unanswered, and Abby is suspicious.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the lint in my pockets and a bookcase full of psychology and crime books.

Holy feck, more crack! )
Why hallo thar, NCIS Awards Banner! Whatevar are you doing here?


You say that that awards are kicking off this year? You say that nomination posts are open? You say to go to [livejournal.com profile] ncis_awards to check out the comm and think of totally fantastical super-awesome fics to nominate?

I think we should do what the Almighty NCIS Awards Banner says. I think we should go over to [livejournal.com profile] ncis_awards and nominate fics that deserve to be nominated!

...or else the Almighty NCIS Awards Banner will swallow your soul.

I mean, look what it did to the poor soul in its own Banner!
If not everyone knows by now, I'm moving. YAY moving! [/sarcasm] It's not a terribly big move - I'm just moving back to the coast where I can be near the ocean again, and to get away from all the stupid people here in town. Ugh.

Today was a packing day. I'm slowly packing my stuff, in an attempt to get everything done in a timely manner, and not have it be the day before moving, and me still trying to pack all the knick-nacks. Now, I have allergies - dust, cats, etc. I encountered a lot of dust. Normal. But my dog came by and started sniffing everywhere, and he let out this great big SNEEZE that kicked up a dust cloud, and it got into my eyes. Ow. I had a rag over my nose and mouth (yeah, I'm that bad, LOL). Took an Allegra (this prescription allergy medication, for those of you who don't know), and it kinda-sorta helped... it didn't help that I kept exposing myself to dust.

Then, I get this knock on the door. Tis a salesperson trying to sell me something. He wore an ugly suit that didn't fit right, and he had a beat up suitcase.

...wow. *boggles*

Turned him away. I think he did something to my gate, as now the latch takes forever to close. Goddamn touchy salesman. I think he might need to get laid. Ew.

The people who want to buy the house called today, and said that they need to get another electrician out here. GOD. They've had like, 5 of them over here already. I live in an old house (it was built in the 1920s), so I understand the need to make sure everything's working... but still. And they keep griping about the fact that the insurance will be high, but we keep telling them: if you want GOOD coverage, you'll go with the insurance that SPECIALIZES in old houses. Better to pay a little more money to make sure everything is okay, than to go with people who don't know what the fuck to do with an old house that has an asbestos roof and old electric. I just want to shove these people off a cliff.

Then a migraine starts to form. Joy. I haven't had one in a month, and now TODAY is the day it starts to come back. Thank you, brain. Not.

I just took an Elavil to help me sleep and get rid of my migraine. It works, but I'm so fuzzy and lethargic in the morning after I take one of these pills. It'll be even more craptastic, since I haven't had to take one in ages. Bah.

*bangs head against desk*
So these have been in the making for forever, and they're finally done! Yay! *dances*



Follow the fake cut-age for the lovely iconage... )
spoonyriffic: (tony facepalm)
( May. 12th, 2009 05:02 pm)
They need to stop with all the Tony/Ziva promotional crap that they're doing. *rolls eyes*

They're acting like the whole "Tiva" angle is all there is to NCIS, when in reality there's so much more to the show. You wouldn't know it by all the promotional stuff that they've been shoving down our throats. It's overkill to the max, and it's making me want to shove a firepoker in my eye. Even the actors don't want Tiva.

Can you save us all the overkill pain heartbreak pseudo-romantic-tension drama, and just give us back the show that we all know and love? plskthksbai.
Okay, I'm not much for Twitter. I don't have one - I don't see the point in getting one, really. I have my friends on LJ, and I have my friends in real life... I don't see why I should be limited to x amount of characters when blogging. If I want to blog about what I ate for breakfast, or how I stubbed my toe, or how I squirted toothpaste in my eye (which, incidentally, did happen to me this morning, and I will get to that momentarily), I'm going to do it justice and WRITE about it, dammit! Far be it from me to rag on people who do have it - I know a lot of people on my flist have it, and it's not like I'm going to prattle on about the evils of Twitter... it's just not for me. And who knows - I may get one myself someday. I learned a long time ago to not say that I would never do something, simply because future situations may prompt me to do that specific something. So I've just learned to not worry about it! :D

Anywho, I was going through my favorites this morning on YouTube, and I found this video:

Coincidentally, I've already given a link to [livejournal.com profile] tejas on her own Twitter-centric post, but this is just too funny to NOT post here. *g*

Now, onto the toothpaste-in-eye saga. When I woke up this morning, I was rather... fuzzy. I didn't sleep well last night, and I was like a zombie this morning. Went to the bathroom. Grabbed my toothbrush. Grabbed the toothpaste. Twisted off plastic cap. Squeezed the tube. In my sleep-deprived state, I guess I wasn't paying attention to how the tube was angled, or how hard I was squeezing the tube. So a big glob of toothpaste shot out and it splattered all over my face, and I got some in my eye.

Toothpaste burns, just FYI.

Washed face. Glared at toothpaste. Glared at reflection. Glared at bloodshot eyes. Glared at toothpaste again. Finally got out a reasonable amount on my toothbrush. Commence brushing.

Conclusion: I hate toothpaste.
spoonyriffic: (tony ew)
( May. 9th, 2009 11:51 am)
I can't stop sneezing! *grumbles*

I was fine when I woke up at 7.30 this morning, but then all of a sudden around 11, I start sneezing up a storm, and my nose is all clogged up. UGH. Please, let this just be allergies. Allergies suck, but it's still better than being full-blown sick. *searches house for some Sudafed*
Title: A (Not So) Horrible Morning
Word Count: ~1800
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo mentioned briefly at the end.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings and/or Spoilers: Character Death. General spoilers for the end of season 5 and season 6.
Author's Notes: The comment!fic that was so long, it was too long to properly post in a comment. Inspired by a string of comments in [livejournal.com profile] kaylashay81's fic, Better Off Floating that expressed the desire that a certain someone would die due to a certain object. Heh. This bunny ran away from me – it's totally not my fault. *cough* Total crack!fic.
Summary: Toothpicks can really be hazardous to one's health.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the lint in my pockets and a bookcase full of psychology and crime books.

OMG the crack - it BURNS! )

*dumps icons*

*iz ded*


<insert something witty about icons here> )
Today, our remote died. Brand new remote! We bought it only a couple months ago, and it crapped out! The light still comes on, but it won't change channels or turn off the tv. At first, I thought that I had to input the programming codes again. Annoying, but not really a big deal. Come to find out, someone had thrown away the manual. I won't mention this person my mom by name, but who the CRAP THROWS AWAY SOMETHING LIKE THAT? I even stuck it in the sidetable drawer so no one WOULD throw it away! All I could find was an old old old manual for an ancient remote that died approximately 9 years ago. Like that helps.

So I turned to my old friend Google. *pets Google*

Found the codes. Did a little victory dance. Reinputted the codes. And it still doesn't work. I tried some different codes, since these manuals give you fifty-bajillion to make sure you have one that actually works. I must have tried 10 different codes. Still doesn't work.

I know it's not the batteries, because before I even tried putting in the codes, I put in fresh batteries. No go there.

So now I am convinced that I have remote goblins who come into my house and fuck with my remotes. They use their sparkly mischievous goblin powers to screw with them.

Must compain yell at molest talk with the Goblin King about this matter. I'm sure his goblins are also stealing my underwear and moving around my keys. And possibly using up my shampoo. And writing obscene statements in the steam on my bathroom window.
Gacked from [livejournal.com profile] kaylashay81. Hop on to her journal to yoink the remaining spots!

The next five people to comment in this post get to request a drabble (or rambling ficlet) of any pairing/character of their choosing from me. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level. Awesome drabbles all around, says I! I warn you though: my strong suits are NCIS and CSI (all three). *nods* Crossovers are good too. Crossovers make everyone happy. And stuff.

Now, go forth and request! That's it - no more spots! I'll get to writing these drabbles shortly - they may or may not come out in order, I dunno. *snort* Just be on the lookout for them!

Finished Prompts:


Unfinished Prompts:

1) Tony/Abby/Gibbs - Gibbs deserves a head smack... And receives it! (and not from himself either...) - [livejournal.com profile] kaylashay81
2) Tony/Gibbs - Something involving Jackson Gibbs; they visit him, Tony talks with him on the phone, something. - [livejournal.com profile] sinfulslasher
3) Tony/Gibbs - Tony saving the day. - [livejournal.com profile] ravens_rising
4) NCIS/Burn Notice crossover - open ended prompt. - [livejournal.com profile] collegeanna19
5) Reverse hurt/comfort: Gibbs is injured/ill/hurt and Tony has to be the one offering some kind of aid/comfort. - [livejournal.com profile] xanthelj
Title: A Pressing Question
Word Count: ~1250
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo, Established Relationship
Rating: mild R for innuendo
Warnings and/or Spoilers: None.
Author's Notes: Written for the DiNozzo Thing-a-Thon prompt: “Who's your favorite superhero?” Takes place in the SNAFU!sex Series, but no SNAFU!sex actually takes place. There is, though, references to the previous two stories, Unexpected Is One Word For It, and Why Gibbs Should Lock His Door. This is just a fun little scene between Gibbs and Tony.
Summary: Tony is curious, and Gibbs is exasperated.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the lint in my pockets and a bookcase full of psychology and crime books.

A Pressing Question )
It's not even that funny! *boggles*

*begins totally pointless mini-rant*

Today I was talking with a friend, and we somehow got onto the subject of oranges. Now, I say "orange" like "are-ange." She pointed it out, and was like "since when did you hail from Boston?"

...erm, that's how I've always said it. Not my fault you're not observant enough to have picked up on it before. That's how I've always said it. That's how I always WILL say it. Pointing it out and laughing at me won't change a damn thing.

My accent is a mixture of Boston, New York, and Southern. Different bits come out in different words. Words like "orange" and "car" are Bostonian in nature. Yes, I can do the whole "pahk ya cahr in Hahvud yahd" schtick. And people ask me to do it all the time, so don't ask me to do it. *SNORFLE* Words like "water" and "ball" come from New York. And I say "ya'll" and "fixin'" a lot. When I get really emotional, certain parts come out really strong. When I get angry, my voice turns southern. When I'm happy, it tends to go a little New Yorkish. When I'm sad, Boston mixes in. *shrug* I blame my grandparents - one set is very northern, and one set is very southern, so I got influenced by both of them.

Because my accent is all over the place, people often think I'm trying to imitate various accents to seem "cool." Uh, no - that's just how I talk. Deal with it.

/end pointless mini-rant
[livejournal.com profile] ravens_rising tagged me for this character meme, and she gave me Gibbs. :-)

Click for the meme *headdesk* )
Title: Why Gibbs Should Lock His Door
Word Count: ~2000
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Rating: NC-17
Warnings and/or Spoilers: Just the usual warnings for a NC-17 rating. Spoilers for early fifth season.
Author's Notes: Since so many people asked for a continuation of sorts, here is another installment in the SNAFU!Sex Series. Yes, I have labeled it. Yes, you should be frightened. I'm also posting this at two in the morning, so you should be doubly frightened.
Summary: Someone unexpectedly drops by, and Gibbs and Tony are caught in a compromising position.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the lint in my pockets and a bookcase full of psychology and crime books.

So, couch sex is a no go? )
So I was looking at the new photos of the NCIS finale that [livejournal.com profile] pruehall posted over at [livejournal.com profile] navy_ncis, and it hit me: there is something off about that first picture! It is completely and utterly wrong! It is my sworn duty as a dedicated NCIS fan to fix this horrible problem!

This is the original version...

...and here is the right version, fixed in Photoshop.

There really is no contest as to which picture is better.
Title: Unexpected Is One Word For It
Word Count: ~3600
Pairing: Gibbs/DiNozzo
Rating: NC-17
Warnings and/or Spoilers: Just the usual warnings for a NC-17 rating.
Author's Notes: Erm, yeah, I got this idea while reading a fic of [livejournal.com profile] sinfulslasher's, so blame her. I know this isn't an update to The String Theory, but the next chapter of that should be up in the next couple of days. I just had to write this, because it wouldn't get out of my head. Heh.
Summary: Tony thought that his first time with Gibbs would be more... graceful.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except for the lint in my pockets and a bookcase full of psychology and crime books.

Unexpected Is One Word For It )


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