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This is my paper goldfish. He came out AWESOME, on the very first try.

I SWIM AWAY FROM JOO!

He's a Disdainful Goldfish. (I had to photograph him that way to make his fins visible.) He knows he's too cool for me.

The Seven Man Con

Title: The Seven Man Con
Rating: PG-13 (Canon ships only; a bit of Neal -> Other People, but nothing concrete.)
Warnings: None.
Summary: Neal still dreams of the big cons -- but now they have a familiar cast of characters.

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Story Notes

Links take you to the fic at Dreamwidth.

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This post is a Whitecollarama! If you have no interest in con artists, forgery, heists, or White Collar fanfic, you may scroll. I give you leave.

I loathe linking to the New York Times, but they did run an awesome story on Mark Landis, an art forger who simply...gave art away, and Matthew Leininger, the "Javert to his Valjean".

Also, the FBI ran the biggest organised crime bust in history last week, and while the news story is fairly interesting to students of crime, the list of Best Nicknames from the indictments is WAY BETTER.

On a note of fashion: I own a leather bike jacket, in style not unlike those worn by Neal and House, and it is my pride and joy. It's seriously one of my favourite things I own. But I've never really found the more hardcore bike jackets attractive -- something about epaulettes and a buckle at the bottom just screams "High school production of Grease" to me. On the other hand, man, that style really works with tweed. I can taste how bad I want that coat and it is a) not available for another six months and b) way out of my league. Still.

Also I like how in that image House is totally looking at Neal's laptop in horrified confusion.

Oh, and I wrote some fanfic, because god damn I wanted to know what Neal's "seven-man con" from Burke's Seven was. So I invented it.

Title: The Seven Man Con
Rating: PG-13 (Canon ships only; a bit of Neal -> Other People, but nothing concrete.)
Warnings: None.
Summary: Neal still dreams of the big cons -- but now they have a familiar cast of characters.

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Story Notes

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I have made French Onion Dip.

From scratch.

THAT'S RIGHT YOU HEARD ME. I caramelised the hell out of some onions and busted out the immersion blender and blended them all up with some sour cream and mayonnaise and worchoweverthfuckyouspellitshire sauce and it's AWESOME.

Recipe here. Though the thing with the sugar at the start, I don't know what that does, because as soon as I tossed the onions in the sugar hardened and chipped off and just kind of floated around as a crunchy sugar chunk until it re-melted. I think you could probably toss the onions in a hot pan and sprinkle sugar over them instead, you have to cook them down for like half an hour anyway.

I should be watching the Bears-Packers game, since I'm sure it will be all Chicago talks about for the next week, but I can totally tell who's winning by the noises my neighbors are making. I believe the Packers are probably ahead right now. Uh, go Bears?