i may be a bird in a cage but at least it's your cage

Ugh, you guys, after two hours of collating links, I'm nearly blind, but I'm also very happy to announce that the Second Annual Putting The Sports Back In Sports Night Fic Challenge is LIVE! Go! Review the prompts! Claim one! Write a story! Delight me!


Seriously, you have two months between now and the deadline; unless you hate Sports Night, there is no excuse not to write. And definitely no excuse not to pimp this challenge; so pimp away! You'll make me happy if you pimp this challenge, and you want me to be happy, right? *bats eyelashes*

[Poll #1108610]


I just had this moment where I couldn't figure out why I was dizzy and feeling awful, and then I remembered: oh, yeah, I haven't eaten anything today. Whoops. I fail at being a grown-up.

(dude. DUDE. the fire chief of carrboro? is totally fucking crazy. and he lives IN MY APARTMENT COMPLEX. yesterday a news reporter wanted to talk to me about it, on camera, but i declined, citing bad hair. still. WACKY.)

i have been relentlessly happy for the last, oh, say, three weeks, and let me tell you what: it's a good feeling. happy, of course, does not mean "always cheerful", because anyone who knows me well knows that someone out there is always doing something stupid and making me cranky because of it, but - so i'm a contradiction: i can be happy and cranky at the same time. it's not as hard as it sounds, i promise.

so. anyway. happy. the weather's been mostly good, i've gotten to visit with a bunch of people i love recently, school is going well, basketball season is gearing up for its best part and baseball is starting to get going. all these things are good, but i think most good is actually having spring in march. this is new for me. spring! in march! how wild is that? plus, you know, i'm writing like a maniac. sid is, as always, right: i'm happier when i'm writing. i'm happiest when i'm writing.

i honestly can't remember the last stretch of time when i was this happy consistently; maybe in high school? which was a long time ago. so. you know. this is nice.

i'm also suffering from an intense surge of fannish love. for everything! sg:a! supernatural! slings & arrows! due south! sorkin! I LOVE IT ALL SO MUCH. i have been watching sports night again, an episode or two every night before i go to bed, and it has been a struggle to not get back out of bed and go out to the laptop and post in all caps about how fantastic sports night is. like. last night i watched "ten wickets" and "napoleon's battle plan"? and i was so in love that i almost dropped out of school to move to california and offer my ass up for the blow-snorting needs of everyone's favorite cocaine wretch.

SO. MUCH. LOVE.

and now, i take a Very Important Poll: ( about ten wickets )

and in conclusion: ray kowalski.

possibly i drank a little too much coffee today. um.

ETA: BRADLEY WHITFORD ON STUDIO 60 IS OFFICIAL. also: Whitford will play a producer-director and recovering cocaine addict who has come back to run the sketch show he used to work for. *wheezing with laughter*

the thing about watching sports night is that it's so fucking brilliant and it makes me terribly sad, because at the end of the second season, it was hitting its stride and really just singing, every single episode, and you watch natalie in the hallway calling for the first team in the studio, right at the end of "quo vadimus", and things are so good for the first time in the whole series, and ...

i think the third season would have been amazing. i think we would have met lisa, who i'm desperate to know more about, and i think it would have been raw and funny and lovely and brilliant and witty, and the fact that the networks didn't give it half a chance just pisses me off.

i love the jossverse amazing amounts, but the fact of the matter is, there isn't another television show i love the way i love sports night.

i have to go read "where have you gone, tom glavine" now, i think.

I see lines from John Masefield's poem Sea Fever all over icons in the Master and Commander fandom, and while it seems perfectly appropriate there, that poem always makes me think of Sports Night instead, and Danny butchering the poem as he tries to get Dana to cover the Americas Cup, and the immortal misquoted-but-really-not phrase "blown spume".

"Actually, it's blown spray and flung spume, but I like your way better."

It's that I have a huge crush on Sports Night.

Like, the entire show. Every character, every incident, every funny and touching and wonderful line.

Big fat crush.

"... this is not a technician, this is an artist."

Dana and Natalie both have terrible hair at the beginning of SN S1. Really, really bad. Why was it so bad?

I want to marry Dan Rydell. And also this show never, ever gets bad, or old, or tired. I can watch every single episode over and over and still adore it. That's rare, and lucky, and so tragic that there aren't ever going to be anymore.

More red wine for me.

Oh - and it's a rare show, it really is, where the final moments of the pilot episode can make me weep, no matter how many times I have seen it. *weeps*

And I hate the fucking laugh track with the fire of a thousand suns.

*drinks*