Ack! Boyband cooties!

[mishaday]

I place the blame of this one square on Nemo's shoulders - she was missing her some Lance in her journal, her Lance in Russia, and I had a flash of Lance actually speaking Russian. "Shto?" Not much of course, because most of my Russian has leaked out my ears since I took it in school nine (god, that long?) years ago.

I suppose it might not have come to anything had I not gone home to tape TRL for Lori, and then walked back to work. The image of Lance, swiveling around in a big leather chair, "Dobriye Dien, Mr. Kirkpatrick." All Russian-mobster-y, so of course I flash on Alex Krycek, and hey, couldn't Lance be a good assassin. I mean, it's not like it hasn't been done already - assassins, that is.

Of course my first impulse for a target is Lou Pearlman. "Ah, the American." Shut up, Lance. But why would Kirkpatrick want him killed... unless it has something to do with Justin, since Chasez is the hacker/break-in specialist, and Fatone's the muscle, so Juppy gets to play damsel in distress. Or spy on the inside, or something.

And brief visions of Kevin with a scar on his face, and some underhanded excuse to throw Trevor of the liquid hips in...

*sigh* It's a bunny.


I had a puppy-dream last night. I was wandering around in a two-story, gourmet Perkins with my friend K and her mom, and JC joined us for breakfast. We geeked over a 802.11b wireless hub for a while before I woke up. Oh, and I beta'd a fic in my dream, too - K was using a past participle instead of the gerund.

I'm technically accurate even while sound asleep. That's kinda sad, yo.