I don't venture into the fic world without a solid recommendation from someone whose work I already like or whose opinion I trust
That used to be me. Then I got desperate. I've stumbled onto a lot of good stuff, but DAMN PEOPLE. STOP HURTING ME.
First thing I do when I achieve godlike powers is reshape the internet to my own content requirement specifications.
And then, uh, world hunger.
Whew. Got the meeting I needed to prep for pushed out to Friday.
I am about to walk in the hot hot heat
Is it hot out? It's freezing indoors where I am, and when I was out at lunch it was grey and chilly. Maybe summer is only in the Valley.
I also have very little hair left
Whoohoo! I can't wait to be almost bald again. Or, really, more almost bald.
I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT AN AXLE BOOT IS
You don't want your axels to get cold and wet when it rains, do you?
I think they're these rubber things that cover the axels' universal joints, so they don't lose their lubrication and wear out prematurely.
(It's one of my favorite fanfics in any genre.)
Oooh, Kathy, which one? I'm always looking for really good NCIS fic.
hot hot heat
Scrappy you should head south with your new axle boots, it's been overcast and yekky all day here in Westchester. Yesterday too. June gloom for sure!
How does stuff like this happen? [link]
Mr. Perkins had just returned from a liquor-soaked golf weekend with colleagues in June of last year when he sat down in front of his laptop at his home east of London and started to place bets on Brent crude futures, according to a report by the Financial Services Authority. He continued to drink and place bets through the night, and by the morning of June 30, Mr. Perkins had placed more than $520 million worth of trades, at one point pushing the price of oil to $73.05, an eight-month high. The trades by Mr. Perkins were the main reason the price gained about $1.65 a barrel in just over two hours in the middle of the night, according to the report.
I have Monday and Tuesday off as holidays. I have no plans other than eating my way through the enormous amount of fruit and veg in the refrigerator.
When it becomes July 1st, do you:
I think,
huh, birthday in 8 days. Weird.
I'm having a banana fauxshake for dinner. And maybe a slice of chicken.
Oooh, Kathy, which one? I'm always looking for really good NCIS fic.
Anything from Emerald1 is good, but my favorite is Echoes of Goodbye. (She also writes some slash, but doesn't have it on her fanfiction.net page, which is fine with me since I don't read procedural tv fandom slash, just the occasional Buffy/Angelverse story.) My other favorite authors in NCIS fic are Enthusiastic Fish, ChannelD, and 88Keys has a few good stories (I like "One Wrong Step" and "Family").
I think I've read some 88Keys, not sure about the others. Thanks for the recs! I'll check them out this weekend.
Enthusiastic Fish is my favorite. As well as being really prolific and tending towards novel-length stories (ETA: read her CIA series, so far three stories, in order--they are terrific), she writes terrific McGee angst as well as the occasional really goofy one-shot (her "Go Left!" is all McGee and DiNozzo dialogue, and it's hilarious).
