I can't have actual David Hewlett? If you really loved me, you'd go to Vancouver and get him.
If I see actual David Hewlett, I will box him right up and send him to you.
Though Vancouver is where they keep a *lot* of pretty boys. Hmmm... This Vancouver idea has merit, actually.
I'll be out in the foyer making jazz hands by my mailbox until the postman comes.
He's quite darling and only a couple minutes walk from here. When meara and I were having dinner Friday, I realized that not only was he darling, he was Frank and you should have him.
Road trip to Vancouver, anyone?
Not that I have any aspirations to be a psycho fangirl stalker for reals, or anything.
Stuff starts filming next month, right?
Time to plan!
Road trip to Vancouver, anyone?
Hell yeah.
Move to Washington, I'll drive up there and we're on our way. Presto plan-o!
Move to Washington,
Working on it!
Not, unfortunately, in time for this filming season. Dammit.
Outsourcing my whine to a place that I'm fairly certain my Gateverse remix author doesn't read:
OMG my remix sucks SO MUCH. So very, very much.
That is all.
(Well, other than: Got it, Suela, and I should get it back to you Tuesday night.)
I'm sure it doesn't. And feel free to shoot yours to me!
The SPN Summer gen fic written for me was depressingly good. [link]
Depressingly, because I feel unworthy, as mine was an 11th hour, "Gah! What I have written is made of suck! And boring! Must. Scrap!" effort. But it's seriously awesome, so y'all should read it.
I did read it, and I loved it! Everyone else should read it too.
I'm sure yours will be received with glee and gratitude.
Oh, that was good.
... I am really beginning to think that anyone writing a story set during the Stanford years should be required to use a California beta, because I'm sorry but you can't smell the ocean from Palo Alto, people. There's a coast range in the way, and the bay is mostly mudflats and salt ponds there (besides, that's East Palo Alto, an entirely different animal).