Meme

[tari_roo]

Erm... maybe people want to know. *shrugs* Snagged from kristen999

Pick a paragraph (or any passage 500-1000 words) from anything I've written, and comment to this post with that selection. I will then give you a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what's going on in the character's heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the fic, lots of awful puns, and anything else that you'd expect to find on a DVD commentary.

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Comments

[auntmo9.livejournal.com]

Resist the opportunity to know what is going on inside your mind? How does one chose? I couldn't even begin to narrow down anything from Here Today Gone Tomorrowor Supply and Demand.

So I will just leave you with this:

Is that a tramp stamp?

[ferrous-wheeler.livejournal.com]

Awesome!!! You know I love your writing so it's really hard to choose - but I'd have to say in Supply and Demand: Repeat Business when we finally see Sam and he's with Ruby (who's manipulating him like usual). Otherwise, I'd be happy with anything, Undercover Maths is great, and TBBT fics are hilarious :)
By the way, what is your banner a pic of? It's beautiful!

I know - I'm evil! ;)

[saphirablue]

from Moonbeams in a Jar

Eventually everyone left and it was just Rodney and John on the couch, John a tight black ball of contentment. He ached sure, but it wasn’t bad enough to keep him awake. Rodney was filling in paperwork, muttering under his breath an array of imprecations at government bureaucrats.

The small apartment, cleaned up, still reeked of monster, so John nearly missed it. But the whiff was very distinctive. Chocolate.

Rodney was munching a bag of m’n’ms and John stretched out a lazy paw, demanding one too.

“Noooo, no no no, not for you.”

John tried to persuade him with artful pawing before sinking deep claws into Rodney’s leg. As Rodney screeched, the m’n’ms went flying and John leapt off the couch after them. It wasn’t such a good idea as he wobbled, his legs and back protested, but the scattered m’n’ms were soon hoovered up.

“An m’n’m loving cat, great. Just my luck.”

Much later, when Rodney was in bed, asleep, John sat curled up on the foot of the bed. Rodney was a litany of snorting snores and was drooling on his bed. An open book, on greek mythology lay on the bed and Rodney had left the window open a crack.

It was decision time, leave or stay. Leave and go back to eeking out an existence on the street or staying with a ‘person’ and getting regular meals. There was however one advantage to staying with Rodney McKay, MD. He hadn’t seem that surprised by the monster lady and had connections with secret government agencies, so maybe, just maybe, he was the right person to stay with. Because maybe, he’d be able to figure out a way to turn John back.

Either way, stay or go, John had left Rodney his first clue. A message on the mirror, in pawprints. And John figured there’d be no harm in staying for a little while and seeing if Rodney was smart enough to figure it out and help John.

Help him turn human again.