Adventures in Quizville

You go to the pub quiz, quite comfortable in the knowledge that you will probably know less than 50% of the answers, and in fact, you’re half right - your team knows 50% of the answers. Seeing as our team came to a grand total of 2, I think you’ll agree.

Now, when we do a music round, it goes summat like this:
If you don’t know a male singer, write down ‘Kenny Loggins’.
If you don’t know a female singer, write down ‘Linda Ronstadt’.

Don’t ask; it’s a long story. Anyway, there we are, at the quiz, and there’s a question that goes ‘Who was the first European navigator to make it round South America and reach the Pacific?’ Not knowing our history as far as navigators go (Chewie doesn’t count), we left it blank. Until the other half of my team, on a whim, went ‘Lynch!’.

And thus, an A-Team meme was born.

For the rest of the evening, every time a question is asked to which we don’t know the answer, we have to write down a variation on the name ‘Lynch’.

‘Name the two stars of ‘Disclosure’.’ Lynch. And Lynch (no relation).

‘Who was the spy in ‘Colonel Sun’?’ Agent Lynch.

‘What is a hockey puck made of?’ Ground Lynch.

‘Name the (1) most populous and (2) second most populous cities/urban areas of Senegal.’ Lynch City. Isle of Lynch.

‘Where do Grampus 8 play home games?’ Greater Lynchester.

And so it goes. Came second from bottom, but it were bloody good fun! And, perhaps, that’s all that matters. Especially when your team name is ‘I’m Lynch and So’s My Wife’.

Soopytwist.

Marry, Shag or Cliff cheat!

So I have this private student who I go to see every Wednesday morning. I do really enjoy our lessons together, partly because she’s a grown-up and therefore we can discuss grown-up topics, but also because she’s a typical dirty housewife and we talk about ‘adult themes’.

Last week I mentioned the game Marry, Shag or Cliff. This week, she decided she wanted to know how to play. Cue five minutes of me giving examples, and her laughing and offering me more tea. Soon she wanted to play for real, and so, inevitably, I ended up giving her three options. They included Sir Sean of Connery, George Clooney, and Richard Gere. Unsurprisingly, she opted to marry George Clooney, shag Sir Sean of Connery, and cliff Richard Gere. A lot of hilarity and girlie giggles played out while she was debating her answers, and then she decided that she would have to try to torture me in return. Saying that she needed a few minutes to think about it, we went onto the next subject, which was an article about North Korea that she'd seen in the paper. Being South Korean she had views that she wanted to express and learn words for. (No, I did not teach her the word ‘fuckers’.) Some proper vocab and tense exercises aside, we got back to the very serious business of Marry, Shag or Cliff - Round Two.

Now, I don’t consider myself to be easily tortured, especially when it comes to things that I know I’ll never get to have. But there’s something about the game Marry, Shag or Cliff that makes me quite competitive. And so, when a Korean housewife tells me in a malicious voice that I have to choose between three names that she has been working on for the past ten minutes, I get quite excited.

And then she hits me with the bombshell:

Starbuck, she says, with a knowing smile.



Face, she says, already having to put a hand over her mouth because she’s chuckling.



Bradley Cooper, she adds finally, unable to stop herself laughing and almost falling off the chair and rolling around her front room with her legs in the air in abderian amusement.




What an absolute fucking cheat! I did try to explain that all three of those overlap in so many ways, but she was having none of it. She said that I had to choose, and that it bloody well served me right for giving her three supposedly tortuous choices. I maintained the point that she was cheating - seeing as Starbuck was also Face, and Bradley Cooper had masqueraded as Face at one point. However she refused to see my point of view. So I cheated by saying that I would shag Starbuck and marry Face, as that would include all incarnations. Ergo, nobody had to get cliffed.

So then of course she accused me of cheating. Well bollocks. Never mind, eh? We’re even.

And while we’re on the subject, why are there no original series A-Team calendars for 2011? Does this mean I have to trawl Cafepress or even - heavens forbid - make my own at the local print shop?

Soopytwist, everyone.

Tags:

~ The A-Team ~ Dirk Benedict ~ Starbuck ~ BSG ~ Bradley Cooper

SPN update

Yes, I’ve been busy. No, I can’t tell you what I’ve been up to. Well, I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you. Etc.

No, actually? I’ve done some more Supernatural season six headlines. For those of you just tuning in, they replace the old LOLcaps from season five. Sheerly because the LOLcaps took five hours per episode and the format is now wearing a little thin.

Behold, as I present the updated:



In other news, my A-Team fan fiction is now up to chapter 4 of 5, and the second book I’m writing is now finished. Adopts Hugh Laurie ‘pass the marmalade’ voice: Pass the agent!

That’s pretty much it. Well, there is more, but it would take slightly more webspace than Blogger possesses to tell you all about it.

Soopytwist.


Tags:
Supernatural ~ fan-fic ~ The A-Team ~ LOLcaps ~ fan-fic

2fer! (Kinda)

So in between watching The Walking Dead’ (good!), gratuitous amounts of Corrie (Jaaaaaack!) and basically writing about 3,000 words a day on various fanfiction and original fiction (It’s mine! And you can’t have it! At least, not till someone decides to sign me on to get it published…) projects, I managed to join another fanfic archive. Mainly because FF.net keeps trashing my old Doctor bloody Who fics and Supernatural, taking out scene breaks and deleting made-up monster or planet names that are the whole crux of the running gags and sodding plot.

Well I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it any more! I’m now a proud member of multi-fandom (“MOOLTIPASS!”) board known as Archive Of Our Own, and so far it’s been bloody ace.

Quick question - why can I never find any Battlestar Galactica fanfiction that isn’t slash? (I’m talking 1978. And yes, in my world, Starbuck will always be a bloke and he’ll always be Apollo’s best mate. Not shag-buddy. That’s just wrong.)


Anyway - enough yakking, time to pimp. And I did say there were two…


Ten, Jack, Queen, King
Rating:Rated T for a few naughty words, and some weighty themes.
Summary:
Sam and Dean need to take care of a small werewolf problem. Trouble is, there are these two nutters barging in who think it's a lupovariform. Black Impalas, white moons, blue boxes and red herrings - will the weirdness never end?
This is not about season 5 or 6, demons, angels, blood, Luci, Michael, or in fact anything current. Don't phone in, it's just a bit of fun!
I said I'd never do another crossover after 'Case For The Defense', but my wee sister asked for this one especially. Blame her. Or just buy her cookies.
Also posted at An Archive Of Our Own.
Disclaimer:
I do not own the TV show Supernatural, nor the TV show Doctor bloody Who either in whole or in part, because if I did I wouldn’t be poncing about writing stuff down about them here for one, and two, I’d be rich and infamous.

Linky-link-link:





That one’s complete. This one, however, has chapter 1 of 5 posted so far:


Billy’s On The Case
Rating:Rated K+. Come on, man, it’s The A Team! What did you expect for a rating?
Summary:
Murdock's lost Billy, Face is losing his patience, BA wants his holiday, and Hannibal just wants the case solved. Easy! Friendships will be tested, lies will be told, fights will be started. How episodically canon-tastic can you get? 
Definitely the TV series characters - I don't know the movie people well enough. Which says something about the update, doesn't it? - I LIKED IT. Just not as much as the series.
Also posted at FF.net.
Disclaimer:
I do not own the TV show ‘The A Team’ either in whole or in part, because if I did I wouldn’t be writing, I’d be arsing about with Face and Murdock.

Linky-link-link:




And there we go - all done!


Ok, carry on, you lot.

Tags:
~ fan-fic ~ Supernatural ~ The A-Team

Poem

From Face. Cos he knows of what shit he speaks:


Look to this day,
For yesterday is but a dream,
And tomorrow is only a vision.
But today, well lived,
Makes every yesterday a dream of happiness
And every tomorrow a vision of hope.


Apparently it's a Sanskrit proverb. Ah, that Face, eh? Always nicking shit from somewhere.

*warm grin*




Tags:
~ The A Team

Captions and actions

Ok, not so much action as caption. I know I've not been here in an age but I have been taking a few seconds to update my sister-ship.

With rather childish captions. Sorry, couldn't help it. They're here, just in case you're wondering.


Soopytwist.


Tags:
The A Team ~ BSG

Assorted ramblings

Has it really been so long since the last time I made a blog post? Ok, maybe it has. I could try to make some excuse as to why I’ve not written owt on this blog for what seems like a hundred fucking years, but it would probably seem like some kind of cop-out. And I don’t mean that in a John Cusack kind of way.

You see, my life is very complex (and not in a Michael Keaton Batman kind of way). It generally revolves around doing it as much of all the things I want as possible, and ignoring, or just not taking into account, that I have to do all of the things that I don’t want to do (in a Maximus-in-Gladiator-right-hand-man kind of way). Contrary to popular belief, I do still write for this blog. Well, when I say ‘write’ I mean I use MacSpeech Dictate to write down the verbal diarrhoea that spews from my mouth. (Note to self: ‘spew’. That’s a dirty word right there. In a Monty Python kind of way. Like… ‘Wankel rotary engine’, which never fails to reduce me to tears of laughter when said by Graham Chapman.)

Where was I? Oh, I know. Uhm, summat about summat, yeah, that was it.

So, when I say I do as much of the things that I want to do, I mean that I’ve been re-watching The A Team •cue DA DA DAAAA! DA DA DAAAA! Music* (now up to series three! Woo-hoo!), Torchwood (nearly to end of series one with Coolest Mate), and working on two different bits of fiction at the same time. Well, when I say fiction, I mean one Supernatural fan fiction (that may or may not be a crossover piece, as ordered by my little sister), and one really really big project that I should not be undertaking because I said I shouldn’t do it yet. Namely, a sequel to the book I have written and not yet managed to sell. And there we go again: when I say ‘sell’, I mean I’ve not yet managed to find an agent.

Let’s see, what else has distracted me this week? Well, there was the Farscape re-watch this week, which did include the awe-inspiring and altogether fan-frelling-tastic season two finale. I must have had something in my eye, because I’ve seen that episode at least four times already and there is no way in hezmana that I could possibly have had moist eyes when watching it for the fifth time. Suffice to say, it’s one of Farscape’s Crowning Moments of Awesome for so many fucking reasons. I cannot wait until next Thursday breakfast, when we can share the first two episodes of season three back-to-back across three continents via AIM.

In other news, I have my flights booked to Dragon*Con in Atlanta (that’s in the USA, folks) and also, my flights to the UK for my Christmas flight of fantasy anti-snow. It’s just eighteen days until Dragon*Con begins, and I, for one, can’t fucking wait. It’ll give me a chance to try out my new passport, complete with secret hidden chip (which actually is quite fucking conspicuous on that rear page, there).

Well I think Mister Vodka has done his job. I’ve pretty much spewed everything I wanted to (and I’m still not liking the use of the word ‘spew’, unless it’s used by Graham Chapman) via MacSpeech Dictate and it’s time for bed. Said Zebedee.

The A Team serving as girlie porn? I’ve no idea what you’re talking about. So here’s a picture of Face (Dirk Benedict) working the silk-shirt-sharp-suit-ness.



Soopytwist.


Tags:
Monty Python ~ The A Team ~ Farscape ~ fan-fic ~ Supernatural~ fan-fic ~ Dragon*Con