I am still not Sylvester McCoy.

How many Daleks could a Doctor destroy if a Doctor would destroy Daleks?

I wonder how long it would take to knit a cosy for your house. How much wool would that take? How long would that take? How much money would that cost? Maybe I'll try it when I am older and a crazy cat lady.

Awwwww, I've already finished my coffee ( Read more... )

"“The next person to ask if this ship is named after me is going to get ‘allergic to hypospray’ put on their medical record.” Jessica Pearson growled warningly at the mess hall full of Starfleet staff. The rest of the medical crew cramped themselves in the Starboard corner of the dining area, never taking off their blue scrubs and refusing to talk ( Read more... )

Someone poke me and remind me to post shit here. WORDS!

No really, I feel the need to post but I don't know what to write which tells me I probably shouldn't bother trying to keep a journal.

I can't write fic like I want to because I can't concentrate for long enough.

How about the White Collar summer finale? Holy shit. It took about half an hour for ( Read more... )