Oh

Kurt Vonnegut passed away.

If you don't know who he is, check out, uh, the Wikipedia article on him. His best-known works were Slaughterhouse-Five, Cat's Cradle, Timequake, and Breakfast of Champions.

Slaughterhouse-Five is considered one of the best American novels of the 20th century.

"If you really want to disappoint your parents, and don't have the nerve to be gay, go into the arts." -Kurt Vonnegut

Okay, seriously

No more fic-a-thons for me after this one. Seriously. I've been sitting here trying to start my Radek fic-a-thon story for the past half hour or so. Just sitting here. Vibrating with frustration. Staring at the blank Word document. Gah!

*grumbles and kicks story*

In other, less grumpy news, have another poem by Pablo Neruda, which reminds me of John/Elizabeth, sort of.

"The Queen"

I have named you queen
There are taller ones than you, taller.
There are purer ones than you, purer.
There are lovelier ones than you, lovelier.

But you are the queen.

When you go through the streets
no one recognizes you.
No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks
at the carpet of red gold
that you tread as you pass,
the nonexistent carpet

And when you appear
all the river sound
in my body, bells
shake the sky,
and a hymn fills the world.

Only you and I,
only you and I, my love,
listen to it.

*quietly dies of glee* (CSI - 7x20)

Oh. Oh. Oh.

Oh, Hodges. Oh, Wendy. Oh, Archie. Oh, oh, oh. That was probably my favorite CSI episode ever.

*hearts*

And seriously? If the producers want to ship Grissom/Hodges, be my guest. *pats my two fics and grins*

If anyone wants to squee with me, I'm Annclaire on MSN, cinaed86 on Y!Messenger, and AwriterVA on AIM. Er. For those of you on my f-list who watch the show.

ETA: Spoilers for 7x20 "Lab Rats" in the comments. Because I babble. A lot.