The Ninth Strange Day

Post it here, I mean. I write it more often than I like to admit.

Torchwood Fan Fiction. According to the Torchwood fans who have read it, it’s “Delightfully Creepy”.

Coincidentally, my name happens to mean “Delightfully Creepy”.

Title: Lots of Things you can do with a Stopwatch
Fandom: Torchwood
Disclaimer: This is a work of fanfiction. I am not affiliated with the television series Torchwood, nor any of the cast and crew. No harm is intended. It’s all just for fun.
Character(s): Jack, Ianto
Word Count: 800 (est; not counting the bit quoted from “They Keep Killing…”)
Spoilers: The end of “They Keep Killing…”
Rating: 13 and up
Warnings: Nothing you haven’t seen on Torchwood already
Summary: This probably isn’t what they were doing with the stopwatch, either.

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It was an experiment, just to see if I could do it. I have to admit to “cheating” and using a Knifty Knitter round loom rather than end up putting out someone’s eye with circular needles.

I justify it this way: knitting with sticks is the pure, simple way. Knitting completely by machines is totally not knitting. Using a loom means still having to do things by hand and count and think and stuff. So it’s like Steampunk knitting.

Don’t you look at me like that.

Anyhow MY TINY HAT! Let me show you it.

Your Enneagram type is FIVE (aka “The Thinker”).

“I need to understand the world”

Observers have a need for knowledge and are introverted, curious, analytical, and insightful.

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Paraphrased dialog from the commercial for the film “Hit Man”.

Hit Man: Where I come from they didn’t give us names. Just numbers.
Woman: What was your number?
Hit Man: 47.

That, my friends, is the clip they’re using.

That is the clip they’re using.

That was the sample dialog. That is supposed to …

Never mind. The whole movie is about watching things get blown up. What-ever.

So I’ve got this really bad habit of reading other people’s books. I don’t mean borrowing them or even wandering off with them when people put them down. I mean when I’m on the bus, if someone near me is reading and I can see the pages, I’ll read what I can.

People read some real crap.

You’d think after this happening a few times I’d learn my lesson and not do that. But no. I was doing it again tonight and it was just dreadful.

“Are you leaving already?” Peter asked.
“I’m leaving already,” Blaine said.
“That was a short trip,” Peter said.
“I know,” Blaine said.
“Is this about Maggie?” Ted asked.
“This is about Maggie.” Blaine said.

Wow. Just… wow.

John “Captain Jack Harkness” Barrowman has a new CD out. “Oh, another actor who thinks he can sing” you might say. But to be fair, Barrowman comes from a theatre background, and a lot of it is musical theatre, so he can actually sing.

Broadway-style.

Which makes his new CD really painful.

Dear John Barrowman,

You are incredibly attractive. You’re a surprisingly good actor. You can actually sing.

But you are the white version of Don “No Soul” Simmons.

Please. Stick to the standards and the showtunes. Even your incredibly gay rendition of “Don’t Fence Me In” is better than this.

Thank dog for 30-second samples, because forewarned is forearmed.

Love,
The Ninth

Copy to Ewan McGregor with the note “learn from this”.

Say you have friends in places where it doesn’t snow at Christmas - like people in Florida or Australia. Is sending them cards with snowmen and frost-covered trees and such mocking? Demeaning? Implying that a white Christmas is somehow better than what they’ve got?

For people in warmer climates who once live further North, is it like saying “REMEMBER THIS!? REMEMBER WHY YOU MOVED SOMEWHERE WARMER?!”

Anyhow.

Where can I find cards that aren’t wintery Christmas things?