I am a pervy Gene Hunt fancier. I admit it.

Guys! OMG! I went to BBC America OnDemand to see if they had any new Coupling episodes and found that they put the first three episodes of the second series of Life On Mars up! WOO! *licks Gene Hunt* Not that Sam Tyler isn't totally awesome, but Gene is Gene. And pwns everyone in his path.

Randomly, do you want to know what happens when you spend all day watching MSNBC, CNN, Fake news, and Conan, and eat a bunch of cheese before you go to bed? You have fucked up dreams. That's what.

In the first one, I was in some gay German disco (thanks Conan!) with a friend and got really excited because I saw Jon and Stephen there. And honest to God, Stephen was in a mesh tank top and leather pants. In the second one I was Chris Matthews (that means it qualifies as nightmare, right?). And I was sitting with Keith doing primary coverage, but Keith's phone kept going off. Finally I stole it from him and he was getting dirty text messages from Anderson Cooper.

Now, I have two problems with these dreams. One, I WAS CHRIS MATTHEWS! And two, I have a dream that involves mesh tank tops and leather pants and Anderson is in the other one. EPIC FAIL brain. Epic fail.

I'm in ur photoshoppe makin' crapee manipses

darthcorrie FTW! She wants a Martha/John fic. And I think she's brilliant, but lack the necessary skills to do it, so who wants to help a lady out? If Martha/John(/Rodney?) doesn't work for you, we both agree that Martha/Teyla is HOT LIKE BURNING.

You know you want to. Come on. She can be all awesome and competent and not freaked out by Atlantis and aliens. Please? I don't want to beg, but I totally will.