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At work today I got moved to a brand new pool, unofficially known as 'People We Have Called a Fuckton of Times So Now We Are Leaving Them Voicemails'. It was very strange to not automatically click through as soon as someone's voicemail started, but leaving chirpy messages was fun, and hopefully this will help reduce the number of people bitching me out because of how much we call them, like it's our fault they never answer their goddamn phones. Anyway, since these are people who categorically don't pick up, it was a veeeery quiet shift and I had lots of time to think about writing.

I want to write Star Trek fic so badly right now and it's driving me crazy, because even if I weren't dead exhausted I have so much real work to do it isn't even funny. But...but...there are so many story ideas floating around in my head! Like...the one where some of younger engineers are picking on Chekov because of his accent, so Sulu decides to teach him fencing so he can defend himself, and then one thing leads to another and there is giggly making out on the gym mats. Or the one where Kirk gets it into his head that it is his Captainly Duty to get Chekov a) drunk and b) laid, and Chekov, who of course hero-worships him like whoa, is all wide-eyed and speechless and terrified and the rest of the bridge crew is like ARE YOU MENTALLY DAMAGED and decides Kirk is never allowed near him alone again. Or the one where Kirk wants to make McCoy and/or Spock jealous, so he tries to systematically sleep his way through his entire crew, with a color-coded chart and everything, but everyone is on to him by then, so all he ends up doing, like, one girl on the med team and almost Chekov (before Uhura catches him hitting on the kid and drags him off by his ear) before McCoy and/or Spock take pity on him and sleep with him just so he'll stop embarrassing himself. Or the one where Kirk has a choking kink and McCoy is seriously freaked out by the bruises.

And this is just me skimming the better, more coherent ideas off the top. Damnit, why do I have the most ideas when I can't get any writing done?

Doctor Who?

I signed up for the free trial of Netflix this afternoon to watch a movie for my religions class (Tampopo - it's about ramen!), and with all this free media at my fingertips, proceeded to waste the entire day watching television.

Noah's Arc was a two season series on LOGO about a group of gay black men in LA and their melodramatic love lives. I started watching it because the lead actor's hair was so adorable, but I kind of fell in love with it. It's a lot like Queer as Folk, if all the characters were black and not completely repellent people. (Why no I'm not a QAF fan, how did you know?) Like, they are actually mostly nice people, even the obnoxious manslut (I've been doing a running commentary to colourofsaying , and about every fifth line is RICKY YOU ARE INAPPROPRIATE). There is less casual drug use and less an attitude that monogamy is as desireable as the clap. And the lead actor, Darryl Stephens, IS SO CUTE. And I'm not as aware as I feel like I should be about the black gay community, which the show deals with a lot (and pretty much no one in the show, from the leads down to the extras, is white, which was a little weird at first and then not at all really), so that's cool. AND DARRYL STEPHENS IS SO CUTE.

And now I'm watching Doctor Who season two, because I feel like a failure of a geek every time I have to admit I've only seen the first season. And it's not that I don't like DW, because I love the characters and the ideas and every episode I've seen. I'm just so bad about watching things, I never quite manage to get around to actually watching it. But now I am catching up a bit! David Tennant is wonderful. But you already knew this.

Perhaps later there will be Due South! I want to see Fraser and Ray crash a plane in the frozen Yukon. I love seeing bad things happen to Fraser. I am a horrible person.