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Internet! Greetings! Today I made fried dough! The recipe for the dough that I used was... how shall I but this lightly... pretty fucking gross. I'll have to find a different one to try next time. As it is, I have enough frying oil left over to perhaps make crab rangoon some day. Because, let's face it, if I'm cooking for myself I can reuse the oil as much as I want.


Back in the day, one of my first fandoms was Forever Knight. And one of my fondest memories of that fandom is the virtual season that got put together*. I mean, it was pretty great, and the end of the show was incredibly dissatisfying what the fuck is with that rocks fall shit.

And I was thinking today, while I was watching The A-Team movie (again) that, you know. It's a fucking amazing movie. And, shit, they're never going to make a TV show out of it. Hell, they may never make another movie.

...And then I accidentally decided that it would be a great idea to do a virtual season. For the A-Team movie. All by myself.


Yeah, we'll see how that goes.

* Holy shit, I assumed that virtual seasons were a 90s thing, because I've not really heard of any, you know, post 90s. But I just googled for the FK one to make sure I was remembering it right, and jesus there's a shit ton of them. In fandoms I'm theoretically in, even! HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS? In disappointing news, wtf, when did "they" depart from the, you know, fic format and decide that script format was better? :(

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MICHAEL: One evening, a patient was brought into my clinic in the middle of the night. He was tortured so badly I couldn’t believe he was still breathing. A man was with him. It was the man on your radio. I’ll never forget the voice. He put a gun to my head and explained to me that my patient had robbed him and that he wanted me to save him so the pain would last longer. I did what I could. He said to come here for my money — my blood money. There’s a place between life and death. Amazing how long a man can linger there.
PRESCOTT: That’s enough, all right? Okay. Bring everything upstairs. We’re getting out of here. Tony? Tony, can you hear me?
THUG: What the hell is going on?
MICHAEL: I know this guy. He’ll have people outside the bank, in your truck,and on your boat. You have no idea who you’re dealing with.
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