Protocol Charity Fic

Yet another charity fic. This one for ms_smith who asked for "a 2000 word Protocol universe fic that shows how Lorne and Andrew are fairing at Council HQ without Wes" in exchange for a donation to the Red Cross, and also for kitane who also donated to the Red Cross in honor of any word overages that might occur in any Protocol related stories. This one clocks in at 3700 and change, so I still owe her some extra in another story. ;)

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( The life of a spouse's servant has its own problems )

What day is it again?

You know, it's not that Honey is bad - though it is - it's that it's fascinatingly bad. It's like they took every "[boy/girl] wants to grow up to be a [actor/dancer/singer/flooring inspector]" movie ever made a cobbled together a new one that used all of the cliches and didn't even stop to wonder if any of them actually applied in this case. My favorite is the "during the big performance, the back door of the auditorium opens and - gasp! - it's the person who didn't believe in them, but now does believe because of the magic of what they do!" because, actually nobody had done that to Honey to any large extent, but they included that anyway, just so we in the audience could have closure.

Though perhaps the first lesson of the movie should have been don't do a movie about a hot-shit choreographer if you can't find someone to give them hot shit choreography. "It's like jumping rope! But dancing!" Hookay, if you say so.

My Christmas things are staying up until the Epiphany, or more accurately until next weekend when I'll have the free time to take them down. Had a good end of holidays this weekend though. Visited my grandmother yesterday and had a nice visit and good food was eaten and more pressies were had. I am now in possession of a blender, which means only one thing: Crepes!

(What? I don't like smoothies or mixed drinks. And, as always, I make my own food fun.)

Now I just need to get me a Mardi Gras icon.

Go fig

I finally finally have the desire to sit down and tear through a pomegranate to get all the seeds - this after years of buying them and then throwing them away because they go bad before I get around to eating them - and sure enough, the one I have is too tart to be eaten.

I suppose I could've put some sugar on it, but it's not the same.

Ah well. At least I found that out before I spent the effort deseeding it and getting my fingers and clothes stained 8)

In the meanwhile, I've got leftover turkey carcass in the stockpot and boy does the house smell good.

ETA: EEEE! The Mystik Krewe of Barkus is doing "Hairy Pawter and the Sorceror's Bone" as their theme this year! Oh I wish I could go!