Vital Question

Anyone who lived in/visited NYC early in 2009:

Was there a Star Trek billboard in Times Square? If not, was there one somewhere in Manhattan?

LIVES HANG IN THE BALANCE!

Or, y'know, a couple sentences in a fic.  Whatever.

Okay, I'll lay off the sparkle text for a while

I'm quite happy with how my Pintofest fics are coming along!  One is nearly finished and will probably pass the 10,000 word mark.  I just can't seem to write anything short these days -- I meant for Unfaithful to be about 1,000 words max, and it turned out more than twice that.  I'd like to be able to crank out some shorter prompt fills, but I suppose it's a good thing that I'm learning to expand my range and tell longer stories.

And now, some thoughts on the Winter Olympics:
~I'm sure that curling is a very sophisticated sport that requires a great deal of skill and physical prowess.  It just... it looks so silly.
~That Swiss figure skater in the Prince Charming costume was kind of cute.  But then: Prince Charming costume.
~C'mon, Shaun White.  We all know you're a leprechaun.  You can tell us.  We've already got all the Lucky Charms we need.
~I find most of these events so stressful to watch.  I mean, in most team sports and even a lot individual summer sports like swimming and running, if you make a small misstep you can usually make up for it over the course of the event.  Most of these winter sports, you hit one slushy patch or nick in the ice and it's all over.  It drives up the tension so high that I'm clutching my heart even during races I don't particularly care about, desperately anticipating whether Moldova's premier transgender snowboarder will overcome oppression and personal tragedy to finally win that gosh-darn Olympic medal or if s/he will wipe out and go straight through the fence.
~Gotta be honest -- I get a little thrill whenever someone wipes out.