I'd LIKE to write the story of Remy and Jean's first night in Moscow... but I'm not sure if I've got the porn in me anymore. I kind of burnt out on it during my time in soapfic.

Still... there's not enough Remy/Jean sexy-fic out there (unless it's threesomes involving Logan -- BLEAH) and if I want to read it, apparently, I'm going to have to write it.

Sigh o' frustration.

Just because they aren't plausible or they're just snippets of something or if they're just me being petty about things. I think my favorite part of the Alchemy-verse has always been the way I can see into it... it's very real to me in a way. I don't always see stories, I see moments in time.

Maybe I have too active an imagination. Anyway...

Setting: Dinner at the X-Mansion - X-Men are present, students are not (which, let's face it, is going to be the way of things for most stuff that happens at the X-mansion. It's probably why Marvel editors killed off so many of the mutants in the first place. Too much shit to deal with there and they wanted to focus on the X-characters. Whatev.) I always hear this with Emma and Jean engaging in some of the most sickly sweet voicing in the history of man.

Emma: Relationships are always fascinating, aren't they. The way people interact, the differences from how they are in public to how they are in private, and even the ridiculous little petnames they come up with for each other. As a telepath and a therapist I would be remiss if I were NOT interested in such things.
Jean: Your point?
Emma: I admit to a certain amount of morbid curiosity in regards to your relationship with Remy. He really doesn't seem to be your type.
Jean: You don't know him, Emma, so you really couldn't say.
Emma: I know enough about him.
Jean: You don't, Emma.
Remy: I do so love being talked about as though I weren't here.
Emma: Humor me, then, won't you, Jean?
Jean: I'm really not inclined to, Emma. Either get to your point or move on.
Emma: Have you pet names for one another? They do say quite a lot about one's relationship and how one sees their partner.
Jean: You want to know my pet name for Remy?
Emma: Indulge me.
Jean: Big McLargehuge.
Bobby: [spews mouthful of water across table, drenching Logan]
Logan: [wipes face off and glances at Kurt, next to him] Yeah. That was worth it.

I often wonder if I'm unfair to Emma but, the way I see it, she got Mary Sued out the wazoo during Morrison's run and that trend has continued. Plus, in light of figuring shit out for this round of Alchemy stories I see Emma's great weakness is Jean. Jean is stronger, Jean is more powerful, Jean is more loved... all the things Emma wants to be, Jean is. In all honesty, I admit that I give way too much power in her dealings with Emma. My own petty responses to what I felt was petty storytelling. There are plenty of scenarios in my head where Jean is petty and catty right back. Jean will never be happy with Scott/Emma or the way it went down. Ever.

And there's enough bitchery in her to turn the screws the best way she knows how... against Scott. For the most part, Jean has Emma's number... although Flashpoint picked at a scab that I hope to explore further.

This sure as hell isn't very long but it did pop into my head and I wanted to write it down.

"For fuck's sake, Jeanne... we're trying to do a sleek, clean modern look. Not some overblown boudoir out of some French dime novel!"

"I was GOING for LUXURY."

"With THIS? Jesus, woman, where is your taste? I know you have it."

"Do I? I'm with YOU, aren't I?"

"... Well, that was fucking cheap."

"Yes... and apparently SO AM I!!"
*

"Just look at this," he clicked a few buttons to change the parameters of the room we were trying to decide how to decorate. "Tell me that doesn't look better. You had the basics..."

"Don't pander to me, Remy. It's demeaning."

"Yeah, well, standing there being angry doesn't make your idea look any better."

"Since when are you an expert on decorating anyway?"

"It ain't decorating, Jeanne, it's called STYLE. And if breaking into countless houses for who knows how many years to get the finer fenceable objects doesn't give me an idea of what works and what doesn't then I'm not very observant, am I? You lived in the mansion too long, that's your problem."

"The mansion is beautiful."

"For what it is... and then what, you lived with Scott? Does he even know the difference between leather and vinyl? Overstuffed, old-fashioned at the mansion and Scott just picks the first thing he sees at IKEA. Come on."

"Scott just wasn't interested in that sort of thing."

"Exactly! He's got no STYLE and you don't have to look very far to prove that. That slice and diced girlfriend of his with her designer nose whose idea of fashion is 'anything white with a label.' That tells you everything you need to know about her sense of style. Fuckin' inbred Bostonians who think money equals taste."

"And here I always thought Emma came from blueblood stock..."

"Inbred is inbred. There's a reason she's spent so much on plastic surgery. You think the rednecks in the bayou would look the way they look if they could afford otherwise?"

Well, he had a point. I looked at Remy's changes on the monitor again. "Do you know how infuriating it is to be in love with a straight man who thinks he knows more about style and fashion than me?"

"Would my being gay make things better, Jeanne? The decorating would be less infuriating but then who would give you the sweet, sweet lovin' every night?" He gave me a wet kiss on the cheek. "The details might have been off but you did pick out a hell of a bed." Knowing the fight was over... and that he'd won... Remy walked out of the room.

I glowered at his handiwork on the monitor some more. "You know," I yelled after him. "Rogue's sense of style isn't anything write home about either!" Trying to save face with former lovers crappy taste? Yes, this fight was OVER.

"I didn't let her pick out shit, either!"

I snorted a laugh. "God dammit."

Going to Sac tonight for La Boheme.
Working on four paintings. One for mid June, three (very small ones) for mid July.
Working on another for my own pleasure.
Saw 'Wolverine' - liked it.
Just got my hair done.
Trying to figure out how Twitter works.

And other stuff, too.

But that's just a basic right now stream of consciousness.

My art blog Pale Sun Goddess has finally been updated.

If you're inclined to see the paintings or crafts I've done, go take a gander at them. :)

Here are the songs that my two year old niece gets excited to hear:

Maps by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs
Dirty Little Secret by the All American Rejects
Bad Reputation by Joan Jett
Roxanne by the Police

She actually started singing Roxanne the other day when I was there. She was really getting tired and the other songs that generally make her take notice weren't doing it. Matt settled on Roxanne and she turned around and started singing it. "Rooooxanne..."

Matt and Deanna were completely blown away. Their matching expressions of astonishment cracked me the hell up.

'Twas awesome.

Now if we can just get her excited about Reptilia we'll really be cooking with gas.

Got this info from kirabutler:

Weapon X: First Class #3 focuses on Gambit. And his introductory monologue has him referring to himself as Remy Etienne LeBeau.

Awesome.

I bought Core Rhythms went it first came out... and I really do like it, though I haven't done it in too long for various reasons. (Speaking of which, I really do need to bust out with the Samba workout 'cause that's just fun.)

Here's why I like it: Ballroom Dancing!! Jaana Kunitz and Julia Powers! I got hooked on them when I started watching the ballroom dancing on PBS in the late 90's. (Crack, people CRACK.) They have their fabulous Finnish and Russian accents coming at you along with their ferocious abs! They are actual ballroom dancers is my point and are actually successful dancers to boot.

So I was watching tv on Sunday morning and some Flirty Girl Fitness comes on... and I just rolled my eyes and groaned in a fashion that was not flattering. Chairs and pole dancing... lap dance your way to fitness! Spin on this pole, empowered woman!

Now, I don't begrudge anyone this is this is their thing. I understand that pole dancing classes became quite the rage for awhile.

I blame this all on Bret Michaels and his Rock of Love bullshit which I foolishly had on while cleaning and then I get "Flirty Girl Fitness" and about threw up in my mouth.

I'll take the ballroom dancing chicks over the lap dancing chicks, thank you very much.

So Meeces came and spent Christmas with my family.

It started off swimmingly as we both got to church at exactly the same time (15 minutes late) from different directions. Here I am, waiting for this car coming down the hill to pass so I can turn into the parking lot and the car goes slower and slower before finally turning into the parking lot I was waiting for.

Without a turn signal.

And there I am glowering and saying aloud. "Nice turn signal. Asshole. ... Oh, that's Meeces!"

A perfect start.

So we go to church because that's what my family does on Christmas Eve. My youngest sister was with her boyfriend's family in Sacramento. My younger sister was at the hospital with her friend who had gone into labor (she was the birth coach) and my brother and his family were in Sonora with his in-laws. Other brother (not actually a brother but close enough to the family to be considered such) was there with his family so after church we went to the memorial garden and we all shared a Coor's Light with Dad.

So then we went home and had chili and opened our presents. This was the Christmas of gift shifts because every time another family member came home we did another round of gifts. As the weekend went on the house got more crowded. There was lots of Guitar Hero: World Tour and Rock Band to be played. Meeces worked hard at becoming Mick Fleetwood and earned the wrath of my brother for putting her own spin on 'Hot for Teacher.'

We played games, drank mimosas, drank my Special Christmas Cocoa, watched movies, ate turkey and pie and cookies. And Meeces and I came up with a brilliant animated series starring Duran Duran as agents of New W.A.V.E. It's a cross between Johnny Quest/Where in the World is Carmen San Diego/Dungeons & Dragons/G.I. Joe and possibly Thundercats.

John has a mystical raven friend. Bob Geldof is the spiritual advisor. There will be a benefit undersea concert Merm-Aid. Bono is constantly being kidnapped. Adam Ant is the awesome fun villain while Human League are the insidious villains. And wherever Sting goes woodland creatures follow and flowers bloom.

It's just a license to print money!!

So Meeces got a hefty dose of the Schultze Family Christmas which KJ once likened to a celebration on a TV show and apparently Meeces agrees with this because she facebooked that she was having a Waltons Christmas.

We WERE on a hillside/mounting. But there was no 'Good night John Boy' anywhere. We do not live outside of Charlottesville, VA. Nor do we whittle our presents to each other. (I painted Jess a present but there was no further whittling involved.)

I scored a hefty dose of leopard print clothing and lots of wonderful things I asked for and was pleasantly surprised by.

Good times... good times...