this isn't a Bourne movie, you know

I had another free weekend, for ongoing Familial Reasons, and for those same reasons spent a lot of time on Saturday purposefully trying not to think about stuff. You know the drill: run, movie, TV—though I did manage to have a dinner with a friend this time.

Luckily, A Dangerous Method was still playing in town. And you know, I have to say that, despite the fact that

( cut for length, not spoilers )

( Ann Patchett's State of Wonder )

It does however, often make me think of this:

I watched a couple of episodes of The Unusuals because there it is, on Netflix, and giggled over the fact that one of Jeremy Renner’s very first lines is, “This isn’t a Bourne movie, you know.”

ETA: I love the South, you know I love the South. What I don’t love? The boys’ school being delayed two hours on the strength of an eighth of an inch of snow that only stuck to the freaking grass.

Out of Nine Lives I've Spent Seven (MI4 fic, gen)

Title: Out of Nine Lives I've Spent Seven
Fandom: Mission: Impossible--Ghost Protocol
Rating: PG (minor language), gen.
Warnings: none
Word Count: ~9.2K
Disclaimer: not mine, no profit.

a/n: originally written for this prompt at the ghotocol_kink meme and posted anonymously over there. I've cleaned it up some and fixed at least one glaring continuity error.
a/n: title from The Band, "The State I'm In."

Summary: Ethan had five or six hours before the poison kicked in. Plenty of time to complete the mission, right?

Out of Nine Lives I've Spent Seven

(nb: link goes to AO3 b/c it was too long for a single LJ post)