"I reckon you're braver." "Oh yeah, ten times."

[allfireburns]

So apparently I've figured out that thatsortofaman =/= definitivestep.

However, that doesn't help much, as I'm apparently now thinking that thedrumsofwar = definitivestep. Well, it's closer, but still...

pocky_slash has a poll about her writing chat here. If you're interested, you should definitely go check it out, for it is awesome.

Meanwhile, the Rift AU of Doom continues to... not end. It would if Des would stop being sulky, but... yeah. It's gotten to the point where the Doctor's desperately offering him room to sulk in the TARDIS, just as long as he COMES IN OUT OF THE RAIN. ...No luck. (Also, I think they may've misplaced the TARDIS, but they don't know that yet.)

And Jack and Sam made me want Indian food. Badly. Which I'm not going to get any time soon, and I'm a little sulky over that. Damn those boys and their cute Indian-food-and-video-games night.

Also vaguely Sam-related (half this post has been Sam-related, I know), I got Seymour to watch Life on Mars yesterday. *Glee* Spreading fandoms makes me ridiculously happy. Small things, you know. Which is the reason I am not above trying to convince certain people making trips to Florida just so we can have a Studio 60 marathon (and possibly Life on Mars as well, if I can get DVDs before then).

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[imperfect_tense]

Eee, more people should know the love that is Life on Mars.