The 35th Precinct

I know I haven't posted in eons, but I have to let this out like bad gas before it gets worse.

Screw you, Mac Taylor, you sanctimonious, hypocritical pillbag. You've treated Jo and Christine like ass, and it should come back to bite you, but because you're you, that won't happen. Once you issue your half-assed apology, everyone will lap it up and rush to assure you that you weren't a raging asscanoe, it's all fine fine. And threatening Jo like the cheap hoods at whom you so often sneer? Really? If this show was at all grounded in reality, then Jo would report your ass to the Brass at PP, but lalala, she'll just swallow it because you're Mac, and you can never really be wrong.

The rest of the episode was glorious. In truth, this whole season has been good to excellent thusfar, and I hope the trend continues.

I'm finally beginning to emerge from my post-Rammstein funk. I'm eating and drinking regularly, and the fatigue has begun to lift. I'm glad, because feeling lethargic is frustrating and exhausting. It's good to be myself again and have energy for reading and various creative endeavors.

I'm nearly finished with Fear. I would have finished it yesterday if I had bothered to read, but I chose to faff about on the Internet and watch TV instead. CSI:NY was watchable, but it's too little, too late for it, I'm afraid, and any goodwill generated by the case was duly squandered by Lindsay's ridiculous whinging. "Oh, noes, working this scene involving birthday presents will ruin Lucy's birthday tomorrow! Woe! Woe!" Oh, my God, suck it up, you simpering drama queen. Plenty of cops and criminalists have children and manage to do their jobs like trained professionals. You know, like you're supposed to be. But Hawkes coddled you anyway and picked up your slack. Of course. Because you're a useless asspimple who can't be expected to pull your weight because you queefed a squalling lump of Messer into the world.

Don't even get me started on the promo for the season/series finale. Just don't. I might've vomited in my mouth and swallowed it, along with the urge to Hulk-smash the TV.

In less rage-inducing news, I started Sprache XIX today. Huzzah!

( SPOILERS for CSI:NY 804: Officer Involved )

In better news, she's gone. I can relax. Maybe now the anxiety attacks will stop.

Oh, CSI:NY, it's been a while since I've boarded your wankbus, but apparently, I caught it yesterday.

Grissom_rules mentions that they're excited to see how Mac will return to the lab.

I was feeling salty that day and answered:

With a brass band and fireworks shooting out of his ass, like as not.

Was it necessary? No. But I was feeling chippy, had just seen the ridiculous from-the-shoes-up reveal of His Highness returning to his kingdom, and was commenting on Mac's innate smugness--which was on view at the end of "Keep It Real", by the by--and the show's love of the ham-fisted drama. A bit of throwaway snark.

Jade_Nolan brings the butthurt:

Was that really necessary? I get you don't like his character for whatever reason, but there's no need to go out of your way to be vitriolic about him and Gary. I can't stand Horatio or David Caruso, so I stay away from talking about them because I know there are a lot of people who (for whatever reason unbeknownst to me) do like him. Each to their own. I don't go pointlessly insulting Horatio/Caruso just because I can't stand either. I don't like either Lindsey or Hawkes on NY either. But when I bring up that I don't, it's in context with an explained reason and not just straight-up bashing their characters or the actors.

Sorry, I'm just tired of people who seem to take every opportunity to slam characters and the people who play them just because they don't like them. Jo/Sela... Mac/Gary... and even though I don't like them myself, Lindsey/Anna and Sheldon/Hill. Like I said, there's a way to discuss the cons and reasons for dislike without simply slamming them without explanation at every opportunity given. That sort of thing drives me nuts, even if I might agree with the 'dislike'.

I've slammed Mac for a long time, and yes, I have criticized Gary Sinise in the past, but where was the Sinise-bashing in that post? There is none. So, either they are acknowledging that Mac is Gary Sinise's avatar, or they're still chafed about this review of Indelible and decided to overlay the comments made therein, which did blast Sinise rather heavily, on a one-line comment. They've made no secret of the fact that they like Mac and look up to and admire Sinise for his support of the U.S. military and first responders, and I understand the knee-jerk influence to defend your personal woobies. I do it, too. Just admit that's what it is instead of framing it as a crusade for Great Character Justice, I'm betting that if it had been anyone but Mac, they would have just scrolled on by.

Anyway, I replied:

Oh, suck it up. Mac's self-aggrandizement is well-documented, and the producers play it up at every opportunity. Nowhere in there did I insult Gary.

I don't know why I bothered. It's not productive. Maybe I'm just tired of the "I don't like what you said, so shut up" school of discourse that permeates so many Internet circles. I hate DL, and I find rabid DLers annonying, but unless they're standing on their soapboxes screaming about persecution and telling the rest of the board to shut up, I'm not going to tell them they don't get to talk. I'm either going to disagree with them or roll my eyes and scroll. Pains in the ass have a right to express themselves, too, and the Internet isn't a theme park insulated against opinions you don't like or want to hear.

Looks like someone fell asleep in the tanning booth.

( SPOILERS for CSI:NY, Criminal Minds, and The Mentalist )

I started a Don Flack, Sr.-centric fic a few weeks ago, but it stalled very quickly, and so I left it to finish Part XVI of Sprache and the related Calliope interstitial. Then, last night, while I was relaxing into sleep, I realized why it wasn't getting anywhere. The perspective was right, but the setting was wrong, wrong, wrong--contrived and unwieldy. If I wanted the story to survive, I had to junk my original setting and start anew. So, I have, and perhaps now the story can find its wings.

For posterity, however, here is the original opening scene:

( Not so Much, No, Muse )

For those who expressed interest, pictures from my Vegas trip will be up in a few days, once I bestir myself from my laziness and ask Roomie to upload them to his image host so that I can knick them for mine.

There is so much I could waffle witlessly on about--the departure of Laurence Fishburne from CSI, for instance(and the short version of that is that if I were TPTB, I would get down on my knees, back up the Brinks truck, and beg William Petersen to come back for one last run as Gil Grissom.)--but...why? LJ has been moribund of late, and my thoughts even bore me. Why inflict them on others?

With Rammstein on vacation and my television shows on hiatus, there is precious little to discuss. The fansites that haven't died have lapsed into a bleary, post-coital stupor. There were a few gorgeous photos of Richard onstage in Mexico, but that's about it. The shows have been squeed over and dissected, and the fans who met up at the various concerts have duly shared memories, and now everyone is trudging back to their respective slag heap and waiting for the next gobbet of news.

CSI:NY's season finale was a clusterfuck of self-indulgent back-patting and mangled continuity. Mac has only been a CSI for ten years, even though he mentioned in S1 that he'd been Stella's parter for ten years--eight years ago. Not only that, but Stella clearly had memories of Mac before Claire's death in 2001 because she mentioned him being far happier when Claire was alive. Even Quinn knew Mac while Claire was alive, as evinced by their guilty kiss at the lab. There is no way Mac was a green beat cop ten or even fifteen years ago. Would it really kill the writers to research the timelines of their own characters before they start smearing pretty, nonsensical words on the page? I know it makes their sacred peepees happy to think of themselves as magical badasses who don't need to concern themselves with the uncool, plebeian matter of fact-checking, but surprise, bumnuts, you do.

And fuck you running for the congratulatory, "Maybe I've done my part." Yes, Mac, you have, but so have the other cops who will still clock in tomorrow. You are such an insufferable, dripping cockspit. You want to retire? Then fucking retire. Don't use the possibility to beat yourself off and wallow in your pool of heroic laurels. Asswad.

And that is why no one needs to see my thoughts today.

Title: Secret Keeper Id--COMPLETE

Author: laguera25

Fandom: CSI:NY/HP

Rating: FRM

Pairing: Flack/OFC

SPOILERS: HP through HBP; CSI:NY through S6, especially "Pay Up" and "Cuckoo's Nest."

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, places, and events in the NYverse are property of Anthony Zuiker, Jerry Bruckheimer, CBS, and Alliance-Atlantis.

All characters in the HPverse are property of J.K. Rowling, Scholastic and Bloomsbury Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No infringement is intended, and no profit is being made. For entertainment only.

A/N: Set immediately after "Skin" in the Flack/Stanhope crackverse.


Part Ia Part Ib Part Ic



( Secret Keeper, Part Id )

Title: Secret Keeper 1b

Author: laguera25

Fandom: CSI:NY/HP

Rating: FRM

Pairing: Flack/OFC

SPOILERS: HP through HBP; CSI:NY through S6, especially "Pay Up" and "Cuckoo's Nest."

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters, places, and events in the NYverse are property of Anthony Zuiker, Jerry Bruckheimer, CBS, and Alliance-Atlantis.

All characters in the HPverse are property of J.K. Rowling, Scholastic and Bloomsbury Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No infringement is intended, and no profit is being made. For entertainment only.

A/N: Set immediately after "Skin" in the Flack/Stanhope crackverse.


Part Ia



( Secret Keeper, Part Ib )

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