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Not sure what has gotten into me but I've now finished two fics over the last six months. First there was She Sells Sanctuary in the Voyage to the Bottom of the Sea fandom and just last week I posted to final chapter to a Brass/CSI fic called Shelter from the Storm. This one is a sequel to Forgiveness and features the return of Annie Kramer. I haven't finished two fics this close together since 2007. As painful as it was, changing jobs really was a good thing.

In other news first it was the right elbow, now it's the left. I have a surgery date of April 8th. I guess my left elbow was jealous and wanted a matching scar. I'm just a tad paranoid of getting another frozen shoulder so I'm glad I'm not waiting too terribly long but the freaking elbow hurts so much that I may take a kitchen knife and cut it off between now and April.

And lastly, my kitty-boy, Harry, the oldest of the trio, was diagnosed with esophageal cancer in early January. He's on prednisone now and that's helping him eat. My goal is to get him to his 12th birthday on April 28th. He's lost some weight but other than that and the spit ups he does if he eats to fast, he's doing okay at the moment. I was pretty gutted when I found out and I'll be gutted when I lose him - he's been such an awesome cat - but at least I can enjoy the time he has left. And if he's still around after my surgery, I'll have four weeks to spend at home with him.

I think my new ship is Brass/DB. Seriously, these two have brought the "old guy" camaraderie that left with Grissom back to CSI.

( More Tressed thoughts here )

I'll state the very obvious. Brass fans have suffered the last two years. We really have. But this episode, along with the last episode. Wow. Just...wow. I never, ever saw that coming.

( Crime After Crime )

Last week's episode was kind of meh. This week I couldn't keep the brain's straight but who cares because this episode made me very, very happy.

( So Much Brass Goodness )

If you're not watching CSI, you're missing a return to greatness. Tonight's episode is seriously that good.

( Those shrooms in your office aren't medicinal, are they )

Yeah, yeah, I know I need to write up all the details to last weekend but I came back and work has been a bitch (no surprise), Caps game last night, Caps game tomorrow night, and I have to drive up to Philly at a time that I don't believe is allowed on a weekend. Plus, it's daylight savings this weekend and losing that hour always puts me in a crappy mood. I will say though that I was so looking forward to tonight's CSI episode because I get to see Paul and it brought back all the awesomeness that was Sunday night.

( Jim Brass, Player )

Two amusing things happened tonight.

First, the building I work in has a fitness center for all the company employees. It's not very big, nor is it very busy so I like it a lot. Tonight I go in and there's this one other woman in there. I've seen her in there before but I've never run into her at work. She tends to go to all the different machines and does a few reps with a lot of weight for a short period of time. I got in, I put in my earphones, and listen to my iPod while I do time on the bike. She gets on the elliptical and must put it on the highest setting because she's really working at it. Ok, no problem. I'm listening to my tunes and biking up a hill. As she's doing her workout though, she's making these noises and honest to God, it sounds like she's in the throes of an orgasm! I'm afraid to turn around (the elliptical is behind the bike) for fear of what I might see. And I mean, she's loud and it's kind of squicking me out. Another guy came in and she moved over to the weights. The noise wasn't quite as bad - more like grunts and groans - but now when I go in there and she's in there, I'm not going to be able to look at her without bursting out laughing.

Second, I decide to call in an order to Moby Dick's, an excellent local kabob place, and pick it up on the way home. I do this so much that I have two Moby locations programmed into my cell phone. So I call the one close to work and say "I'd like to place and order for carry out", like I always do. Only the guy didn't understand the word, "Carry-out". He must have repeated it back to me three times before I finally said, "Carry-out. I come in and pick it up.". Then he got it. But in the meantime I can hear him repeating the word and the people behind him are repeating it back to him. So when I go and pick it up, I have to give him the last four digits of my cell phone (that's how they identify the order). So I give them to him. Now my cell # starts with a 0 so I say 0xxx. The same guy I spoke to on the phone is the one asking and he says, no, the last FOUR digits. I repeat the last four digits. He says no again. And this time I count them off on my fingers. He finally got it but while this was going on, the guy who was working behind him was smiling at me and shaking his head. Apparently, this happens a lot with this guy.

And yes, I did watch CSI tonight. But I'll put that under the cut.

( On with the show )

They said it! They said the snow word! Okay, so it's not really going to snow but they said the word. It'll probably be all the snow we'll see this winter.

I am excited for this weekend because we go back to real time! I hate daylight savings time. Hate it. I don't like that extra hour of daylight enough to give up my "spring forward" hour.

Tonight is CSI and there was lots of Brass so I will depart from the thoughtful blog posts of the last two days and fangirl my favorite detective. Oh, and tomorrow is a hockey night so who knows what I'll post. It could be those stat sheets they pass around between periods.

( Finally, some Brass worth watching! )

I was actually looking forward to this episode because Brass was in the previews (shock) and Sqweegel looked sufficiently creepy.

( It's the sound the brushes make: sqwee gel, sqwee gel )