Honi Soit Qui Mal's Tight Pants (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} executrix) wrote,@ 2009-07-10 10:06:00 |
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Six Degrees of Fandom (A K/S Is Still a Kiss)
I was skimming over my flist (and dlist, or whatever you call it) and, out of the corner of my eye, I *thought* what I saw was a reference to Kirk Bingo. Once that was straightened out, I realized that, WITHOUT HAVING SEEN THE MOVIE OR ANY EPISODES OF THE SHOW, I could probably make up the card:
*"He's dead, Jim"
*Kobayashi Maru test
*Prime (...Choice, Select, Cutter, Canner...) Directive
*Starfleet Academy
*T'hy'la
*Arena
*Tribbles
*Bonanza Syndrome in Space ("first I'll save 'er, then I'll Keeler")
*"Beam me up, Scotty"
*"Fascinating, Captain!"
*IDIC
*"Dammit, Jim, I'm a doctor, not a {...]"
*Redshirts
*Mind-meld
*Pon Farr
Well, OK, maybe not the whole card.
Meanwhile, here's a tiny BtVS ficlet (G-rated, Cheer Up Emo Spike!)
TALES FROM THE CRYPT
Dru. Harm. Dru. Buffy. Or is that the wrong order? Spike isn’t sure any more, his unbeating heart shriveled to a toxic waste.
Must be why he keeps getting dumped.
He uncaps another beer with his teeth (although, now that they don’t bung ‘em on very tight, anyone can do that, Spike feels even less useful). He thinks about microwaving another lot of frozen onion rings. Thinks about not bothering and just eating them frozen. Thinks about eating something healthier, a balanced diet, but getting a pint of precious AB Negative or even plain old O Positive out of the freezer is just too much trouble.
Still the master of the remote, he programs a private Undeathtime Channel, thinks about extorting royalties from Spike TV. As he lurks, the screen moves on from Soap to Space Opera.
Near the recliner, the square bottle of Jack Daniels hasn’t (unlike everyone else) rolled away from him. He pulls at the top, shipping Cork/Spike.
And an inferential spoiler for Another Show:
Torchwood! Where the men are Men, and the actors' agents are SCARED.
I was skimming over my flist (and dlist, or whatever you call it) and, out of the corner of my eye, I *thought* what I saw was a reference to Kirk Bingo. Once that was straightened out, I realized that, WITHOUT HAVING SEEN THE MOVIE OR ANY EPISODES OF THE SHOW, I could probably make up the card:
*"He's dead, Jim"
*Kobayashi Maru test
*Prime (...Choice, Select, Cutter, Canner...) Directive
*Starfleet Academy
*T'hy'la
*Arena
*Tribbles
*Bonanza Syndrome in Space ("first I'll save 'er, then I'll Keeler")
*"Beam me up, Scotty"
*"Fascinating, Captain!"
*IDIC
*"Dammit, Jim, I'm a doctor, not a {...]"
*Redshirts
*Mind-meld
*Pon Farr
Well, OK, maybe not the whole card.
Meanwhile, here's a tiny BtVS ficlet (G-rated, Cheer Up Emo Spike!)
TALES FROM THE CRYPT
Dru. Harm. Dru. Buffy. Or is that the wrong order? Spike isn’t sure any more, his unbeating heart shriveled to a toxic waste.
Must be why he keeps getting dumped.
He uncaps another beer with his teeth (although, now that they don’t bung ‘em on very tight, anyone can do that, Spike feels even less useful). He thinks about microwaving another lot of frozen onion rings. Thinks about not bothering and just eating them frozen. Thinks about eating something healthier, a balanced diet, but getting a pint of precious AB Negative or even plain old O Positive out of the freezer is just too much trouble.
Still the master of the remote, he programs a private Undeathtime Channel, thinks about extorting royalties from Spike TV. As he lurks, the screen moves on from Soap to Space Opera.
Near the recliner, the square bottle of Jack Daniels hasn’t (unlike everyone else) rolled away from him. He pulls at the top, shipping Cork/Spike.
And an inferential spoiler for Another Show:
Torchwood! Where the men are Men, and the actors' agents are SCARED.
