I'm a Pisces

And, in addition, as I was reminded by a gif on Tumblr this morning, the other great joy in rewatching Lost is being able to spot every single time Ben is lying about something, quite often for no apparent reason other than having some iota and illusion of control over the situation.

Also, we introduced Older Son to Person of Interest last night, and he kept saying "how about another?" until we'd watched three, and that and the promise of a dog later on appears to have hooked him. (He's on a plane back to Oakland and spotty internet this morning, but I expect he'll make do.)

though she be but little

Oh hey, I wrote a thing with Shaw and Grace and Harold and John, and it is here: Fierce. It's kind of silly and serious all at once, and I would likely go on at length about why but it's 11:30. Suffice to say there are moments when I think Harold is an idiot, and in one of them I had a flash of Shaw and Grace passing the Bechdel test, and this is what came of that.

I was going to write vegetable gardening fic today about John Reese a prickly lettuce spy disguised as Romaine, but I didn't get to that. And no, I didn't have a cocktail until this evening.

Also I just watched "The Cabin in the Woods" and I'm pretty sure I liked it; at any rate I feel drenched in blood. Fran Kranz is still awesome. Dude.