Well it happened again. Shrapnel...in the unmentionables. So I'm laying on my stomach, sipping tea through a bendy straw, when I stumble across this. An A-Team movie? Of course I looked right away to see who was playing ME. Oh God, please don't let it be Nicholas Cage, don't let it be Nicholas Cage... Bradley Cooper? Well, ok. I obviously ( Read more... )

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I'm cooking. On a submarine. Somewhere under the Atlantic. Or the Pacific. I've lost track now. It's not like I can look out a window, and these peas and carrots don't have much of a clue either. Though the potatoes are looking a little shifty...I'm not sure I like the way they are eyeing me ( Read more... )

U.S.A. again, this time in Alabama. No, we haven't been hired to toss out some corrupt county sheriff, or save a farmer's buxom daughter. God, you people watch too much Dukes of HazzardWe are involved in breaking up a terrorist cell, of all things. It didn't start out that way. It started out with us getting a call from a missle specialist who ( Read more... )

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I thought I'd seen everything, but I am proved wrong.

A mission that Hannibal said was to the sunny Cote d'Azure turned out to be in Greenland. It's a long story how that switch was made, but the Faceman was not pleased. Anyway, there was a firefight, explosions, chemical accelerants, the whole thing. We pulled back, and Murdock and B.A. were ( Read more... )

Back in the U.S.A.! We are in Phoenix, Arizona on a mission. At least Hannibal *says* it's a job, but I haven't smelled money anywhere. Just lots of cordite. At least I can do my haggling in English or Spanish...expressive gestures only take one so far. BTW, never, ever use your fingers to gesture in Tibet. It means something different from ( Read more... )

OH MY GOD.

I just read some of the A-Team fan fiction floating around livejournal. Most of it is sort of cute, but the Murdock/me slash...whoa. And the one I read was just PG-13. There is no amount of money in the world that could make me read one of the NC-17 ones. Nope. None.

Just hanging around King Khalid airport, waiting for our ride into Riyadh. I always welcome the opportunity to bring out my linen suit, but I suspect I won't have much time to wear it. Kufeyya and robes time for Faceman. I don't mind that so much, but I swear I'm going to carry a pistol under them if I have to ride another freaking camel. ( Read more... )

I'm at a little internet cafe in Novosibersk right now. I never knew they had those way out here! Of course I wouldn't have found out except by necessity...mercenary work is getting pretty hi-tech these days, and unless one understands the internet, one is just left sucking tank tracks. It's made things a lot easier too. Running low on ( Read more... )