javacat, are you looking for more NCIS fanfic recs? 'Cause I've got a funny one that I was avoiding because I just knew it wouldn't work, but it's terrific.
Forsooth, Good Gentles. Yes, NCIS goes RenFaire, and it's hilarious! Done by the same author who wrote my favorite Echoes of Goodbye. As a small sample:
"A RenFaire? You have a team waiting outside of a RenFaire?" Fornell was already picturing Gibbs sitting in a van, glaring at the participants.
It took all of his training to keep a straight face, but he was a Director, after all. "Not outside."
"Not outside? You mean... Gibbs in tights?"
Vance let the slightest smile break through. "The mind, it doth boggle."
Am I not beautiful? I'm wearing my princess veil, and my princess crown, and my princess gloves, and my princess dress, and my princess shoes, and this is my princess knife!
The best part was that after calling her stick her "Princess knife" (or "sword") for hours, I said, as she was packing to leave, "Oh look, Matilda, here's your Princess knife, don't forget it!"
To which she looked up at me, grimaced and said, "that's a stick!!"
To which she looked up at me, grimaced and said, "that's a stick!!"
Grown-ups are so dumb. @@
Perhaps it's because of my focus, but exercise makes me cheerfully homicidal. Rah rah takes the cheer out of the equation.
Of course, I can barely take compliments too. They have to be absolute. Being better than
you
expected just makes me think you're a moron. And I don't want to be trained by a moron.
That having been said, I was a selectively rah rah instructor and improv critiquer-and got shit from people who thought everyone should be taught the same. So there's little winning to be had.
Matilda is the bestest.
Zen, yeah. Crossfit, from what I hear, is big into rah rah and nsm into creature comforts. Very bare bones and shit. That's why I told you to trust your body, Crossfit trainers only have to do a weekend's thingy to get certified.
OK, so I actually moved 8.5 months ago. But still! It seems like it's been about three weeks!
I knew it wasn't a year 'cause you and Steve moved about the same time. Dork.
More than 6 months = almost a year, in my head.
You guys never move for me because you all live in my head.
Cash, I'm afraid that is rather dismissive of the Buffistas. Clearly everyone lives in my laptop.
