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[saturn]

• So, I'm sitting in my basement, waiting for the end of the rain delay in NY and the start of Criminal Minds when I realize the air smells disturbingly like sulfer/raw eggs/you know that smell. Second nature for me is check google where I learn, via wikipedia, that hydrogen sulfide is a TOXIC gas. Third nature, is to call Kare for advice. (Because I'm a self-sufficient, grown woman and don't we all need our friends to tell us what to do when our basements are stinky?) Kare's advice was to call the fire department and let them use their whammy jammy magic gas detectors on my home. Cut to 15 minutes later when a fire truck pulls up in front of my house and two hot (HOT) firemen come to service me. It turns out I don't have toxic gas but hot fireman #1 did call me a bad girl. So that's something. (With the added bonus of not worrying I'll die in my sleep.)
  
  
• Dumbest cut tag of the day: ( WARNING: Stereotyping of certain socioeconomic groups behind cut - don't read if easily offended! ) Physical. Pain.
  
  
• I have 49573954 fic recs that I need to add to Moonshot but I read this one tonight and can't wait: Pars Pro Toto by paian. Holy cow, this pushed all the right buttons. We get Daniel's kinks, Daniel's issues, Jack's issues, angst, hot sex, time tested loyalty, and years of pining. Very good stuff.
  
  
• My loyalties are clear as the Yankees take on Detroit in the ALDS. No contest. And say what you will about the Yankees, Derek Jeter is untouchable.
  
  
• TRAUMA! Not only are the Indigo Girls playing in Ann Arbor on October 20th but they've scheduled a SIGNING AT THE LOCAL BORDERS! *sob*