March 24th, 2006

TP - Gerard

My tongue is hanging out, and not because of all the pretty boys.

Ow. I think I’ve been chewing on my tongue in my sleep, which is a new one.

In other news, the job safari continues to wander the savannah aimlessly with nary a water hole in sight. At least one of my temp agency contacts, Kim at Axion, is showing signs of sympathy and/or guilt, so I’ve got that going for me.

’\o/‘ *Napoleon Solo arms*

(Oh, just thought of another for Twin Peaks fans! \o = *Philip Michael Gerard arm*)

Speaking of the Man from U.N.C.L.E., I wound up taking this prompt in the highwaymiles ficathon: “97. Illya/Napoleon in a hot air ballon. There are monkeys.” Dude! Monkeys! How could I resist?

I’m also toying with the idea of a Supernatural/Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman crossover, set after the last Sandman arc, “The Wake,” and during the episode “Faith.” Because Dean is all about flirting with Death, while Sam would naturally fall asleep over his laptop and end up searching Dream’s library for a way to save his brother.