I'm now sitting in front of my computer and eating heart-shaped sour peach gums. <sigh> After having eaten half a bar of chocolate. What the heck is wrong with me?! They taste good, though. Hmmm. ;-)

I try to keep away from "Battlestar Galactica" slash for the time being. Upsets my equilibrium too much. Raises my blood pressure. Makes me doubt my sanity, too. This fandom's the most unsettling one I've encountered so far. Sweet and happy stories are few and in-between; most often one of the protagonists has either a history of emotional and sexual trauma, or a severe case of mental instability. Not that I need 'happy' all the time, but I absolutely hate stories after which I feel like someone threw my brain into a mixer. Argh. One more partner-rape story, and I'll upchuck. <shudders>

Bad, bad, baaaad for me. So, back to happier things:

a) Don Johnson as Sonny Crockett. One word only: Yumm!
On Saturday evening, I started to rearrange my tapes and stumbled over my "Miami Vice" ones. I wanted to organize them and label them correctly, so I resolved myself to jump from index marking to index marking to jot down the episode titles. And arrived right in the middle of "Redemption in Blood", the last part of the Burnett triology, and fell. Again. Hard.
DJ in that grey tailored suit, the tan, his hair clasped in his neck in that infamous 'dealer's ponytail', the sad, lost expression on his chiseled face, his slow meandering through the OCP to face his former friends, then the moment he slowly raises his hands when they level their guns at him... Just -- wow. I'm still not sure whether he's actually a good actor, but in that instant, it all fit together. That scene is so beautiful I could cry.
I need to rewatch the series. I still kept a couple of episodes (including the finale, "Freefall") unwatched in my usual attempt to draw out having to say goodbye, and have forgotten far too much about the series' canon. I still want to write that story I've planned and kick Rico's butt for being an asshole far too many times. Yay!

b) Sunday was extremely nice. Friday, too.
On Friday, I went shopping with mamoru22 and _wyrd_sister_ in M. Hey, I even got two jeans! <g> Plus the peach hearts I'm chewing on right now...
On Sunday, we went to that flea market a colleague had recommended. Since the weather was glorious, mamoru22 and _wyrd_sister_ took their scooters with me playing pillion rider. That was fun! We met E. there, scrounged around for all kinds of things (ranging from old children books to Diddl figures), then, on a whim, went to the swimming pool to cool off. The sunburn I have today isn't from the pool, though, but from the flea market. I didn't think I'd need sun protection there. And the chipmunk expression I wore after wearing m.'s helmet (which pressed on my cheeks you wouldn't believe <eg>) has proven itself to not be permanent after all. ;-) Great way to spend a Sunday!

English fails me a bit at work at the moment. We have quite a lot of international correspondence, and I tend to write it directly in English rather that wait for the translation department to do its work; waiting for 1-2 weeks doesn't appeal to me. Still, without a dictionary, I sometimes can't remember even the simplest expression. Duh.

<guiltily snatches away her hand from the peach hearts> Ok, ok, I'll stop now! Jeez. ;-)