Seventh Inning Stretch

as pre-emptive 4th of July celebrating, my dad and I went out to dinner at the diner in town, and then to an Isotopes game. Sitting outside watching baseball, full of chicken-fried steak and mashed potatoes and reading a book about comics in the 40s, I could only have felt more American if I was eating an apple pie in one hand and punching Hitler in the face with the other. While wearing an American flag bikini. It made me feel very patriotic!

Baseball game was awesome, from what I know of baseball, which is very little (hockey being the sport of my heart). We were playing a team from Memphis whose name I do not know, but their blue uniforms were very nice. We don't have Manny Ramirez anymore, since he went back to the Dodgers, but I don't really care about that. And they led us 4-0 for six innings until we had the most epically awesome inning - 7 runs in one innings, including a grand slam, all of them after we got our first two outs. It was exciting! And we won, of course.

Tomorrow I am getting up painfully early to go with my dad to work, so that I can go apply for a job at a call center. Fan-fucking-tastic. Depending on which clients he's working for, he's either going to let my find a quiet corner to plug in my laptop and mess around, or leave me at the big Barne and Noble by the downtown mall. Or something. Whatever, I'm still not looking forward to it.

Also Drugged Pizzas

Got up at 7.30 to exactly no purpose - the woman who gave me the referral at the orientation on Tuesday specifically told me I had to apply for the job in person, but this proved not to be the case - according to Front Desk Boy, I can only apply online. And when we got to my dad's office, his partner wasn't there, so there wasn't any work for him to do. We went home at 11 having accomplished precisely nothing. Needless to say I am both tired and severely pissed off. It does not help that applying for the job gave me a huge freaked out existential crisis sort of thing - lots of me hating myself for being useless and angsting that I'm only ever going to work at stupid call centers for the rest of forever because I have no skills because I suck. Yeah. Annoying and pointless. I finally distracted myself with Justice League cartoons and Star Trek porn.

I think I let colourofsaying  talk me into actually writing the Due South/Torchwood crossover fic where Jack Harkness is Benton Fraser's father. Um. It has a plot! And emotional arcs! And alien drug-dealing gangsters with laser-dillingers. And Margaret Thatcher being awesome, because I kind of love her. We decided that she's secretly an ex-Time Agent who used to be bestest drinking buddies with Jack and John - the three of them hung out, got drunk, and slept their way through the agency, but they had a rule to never sleep with each other. When Jack and John hooked up in the time loop she was pissed enough that she quit the agency and disappeared off to Canada (which is why she is still alive, until the rest of the Time Agents). Jack is very very surprised to get an email from her.

I have serious plans to go to bed early so I can get up in the morning and work on it, and colourofsaying  is already plotting the sequel, where Fraser goes to Cardiff and tracks an alien fugitive and finds out Jack is immortal. Fun times!