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02. Cheer someone up.

Jun. 30th, 2009 | 10:39 pm
mood: accomplishedaccomplished

Cheer someone up.

He's got to keep the Mrs. happy, even the Mad Cow knows that much. Alan seems...not himself lately. Denny thinks it's the bono thing - not Bono, because he actually generates some kind of revenue for the hungry children and fantastic sunglasses - no, the bono thing, that thing Alan does with his newly acquired spousal income, that thing for the poor people where he loses money, being a good person and whatever. Denny doesn't get it. He doesn't like poor people. He doesn't think Alan likes poor people - Alan feels sorry for poor people and uses them to make amends for past sins, that in itself is a worse sin, but Denny forgets that sometimes, mad cow, Denny Crane, combination thereof. But then, Alan is still working for Chang, Poole, and Schmidt - an even worse sin, considering they changed the name. Hmph. He thinks Alan should change his name, Alan Crane, or maybe even a hyphenate Alan Shore-Crane. But then, this is about keeping the Mrs. happy, so maybe it's not the right time to whine about names.

A road trip will fix Alan. They can't go to Nimmo Bay this time - the season isn't right for trout, and aside from that, they can't go to Canada on the fourth of July. It's just not American. Of course, Alan's a democrat who voted for Obama, so he would likely be up for the non-patriotic field trip. Not Denny - he probably won't know if it's the fourth or if it's just Memorial day or something, but he knows he should be here, in the country. They can't go to Utah though - not that Denny wants to, crazy Mormons, but they aren't allowed in Utah anymore. They can't go to Texas either - Denny likes Texas, but Alan's only been there once, to watch someone die, not a good plan for a holiday or field trip or bad Monday or anything really. Of course, the best fireworks Denny knows of are in Boston, but they can't watch the fireworks of their office balcony like usual, not since the name change and all. Maybe there's a way...

A cruise, yes, that's the answer. They're going on a cruise, and Denny has already called to have their Coast Guard uniforms dry-cleaned and pressed - he plans to look great, patriotic and hot. Of course, Alan will find it silly - they'll go to New York to board an expensive ship to sail to Boston to watch fireworks then sail back to New York and come home. Yes, they could see the same fireworks for free - it's just across town, but no, Denny has a plan, whether it makes sense or not doesn't matter. They're going on a cruise because he wants to do something for Alan and wants to have some sort of glimmer of what he used to be, that live for the moment mentality before the mad cow reared its ugly head. They're going on a cruise - Denny Crane, that's that.

"Alan," and he says this in such a serious tone, like it's a surprise, like Alan doesn't keep track of the finances these days, "we're going on a cruise. It's five days, Queen Mary 2. Give your cases to some Chinese moron. We're going on the open waters!" He pauses though; Alan can't swim to save his life. "You won't feel the boat move at all. And, we can play shuffleboard. It'll be fun."

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[re-start] 01. Under what circumstance, if any, is it okay to break the law?

Jun. 28th, 2009 | 12:56 pm
mood: chipperchipper

Under what circumstances, if any, is it okay to break the law?

Let’s re-phrase this. Under what circumstances has Denny Crane not broken the law? I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve been arrested, with or without Alan. I blame the mad cow and a certain incredibly pansy judge. That man enjoys holding me in contempt, in every possible meaning you can think of. Yes. Denny Crane. They all want me. I can’t blame them.

Sometimes you’ve got to break the law. Rules are made to be broken, right? Guns are good, and Denny Crane. There’s two good reasons. Also, a zombie invasion, another valid reason to break the law. What, you really think we’re all going to be good, law-abiding citizens when the zombies attack? Hell, we aren’t generally a good, law-abiding mass now. People are always killing each other, and then lying about it, like we don’t know, and we’ll represent them in court because I don’t care if you did it or not, I want the money. Denny Crane. You always need money. It’s how you get the fancy cars and pretty ladies.

Speaking of… do you know how many marriages I have had some degree of responsibility in breaking up? I know, I’m hot, the women all want me, even the fat ones – sometimes especially the chubby ones, because you know I’m always up for chubby sex – and they cheat on their husbands. It happens. I’ve been married….seven times now, eight? Alan, how many is it? Granted, you’re the only successful marriage, and I haven’t cheated on you to my knowledge. We don’t sleep together though. I mean, we sleep in the same bed at the same time but not together in the biblical sense of the term. I’m still a Republican. Alan and I can have a happy marriage without sex, with each other. But if he cheats on me, oh, I’ll have plenty of reasons to break the law.

Denny Crane.

OOC: Yep, he's baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack.

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OOC: blowing off the dust and such.

Jun. 7th, 2009 | 03:28 pm
mood: artisticartistic


I can't honestly remember the last time I logged into this journal. I remember talking to alan_shore and mr_colbert about a billion times about how I was working on something, but...I never got around to posting a thing.

I was going through my old email account, looking for an address or something, and I found all these emails - some from people I've never written with or spoken to - telling me how much they missed my Denny. It made me cry.

My Dad died just after Christmas, and life has been a strange up-and-down road for awhile. I have an amazing boyfriend, loads of support, and finally inspiration is coming back to me.

So, if you'd like me to come back? Let me know. I don't watch a lot of TV these days. I used to play Denny, Allison Cameron, Piper Halliwell, Cristina Yang, Katie Lloyd, Hermione Granger......loads and loads of muses over the years. Who do you miss? Who do you want back like yesterday? Let me know, and I'll see what I can do.


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Music Meme. [because Stephen & Alan said I had to post it.]

Feb. 11th, 2008 | 02:29 am
mood: amusedamused

01. How it works: post this in your journal.
02. Friends, enemies, itinerant smartasses (and their writers, too) are then to comment to your post with music that reminds them of you, their relationship with you, or whatever strikes their fancy.
03. Said music is shared via an upload (or a link to lyrics for the connection challenged).
04. When you comment, leave the song title and artist in the subject line, so that if someone else thinks of the same song they'll be spared the agony of sending it to you again. ;)
05. With enough people and enough variety of songs, you should end up with a lovely playlist inspired by those who know you pretty well. Or so you hope.

Lock and load! Or, upload in this case. Denny Crane.

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mind_the_muse :: February :: 5 Days...

Feb. 11th, 2008 | 12:59 am
mood: creativecreative

Five days you never had and one day you did.

1. There’s a Norah Jones song playing somewhere about election day, who knows, maybe he's not deranged. She’s hot and he hates to disappoint. Colbert’s already been sworn in, which means there’s no more time to review his note cards – he’ll wing it, he’s gotten elected and no one’s taking this title away. He’s just got to take the oath of office, address the nation – which, he has to remind his vice president is the Crane-Colbert nation, not strictly under Colbert alone. He hates to wound the kid’s ego, but it’s Denny Crane who makes the power plays now. President Denny Crane. He’s going to end the war at some point – today, well tonight specifically, he plans on having sex in the oval office.

2. The couch is uncomfortable. The subject is even worse. Normally he has to lie back and wax nostalgic, but today he can’t do that. He’s starting to become unnerved, thinking that cows are homosexual, so it’s the mad cow’s fault. But, he’s come to the unsettling conclusion that the male-bonding he shares with Alan has crossed the line. He sniffs him, no longer hoping to catch a whiff of Lorraine’s perfume; in fact, he finds himself feeling jealous if he detects any hint of perfume on Alan’s perfectly tailored suit. Alan doesn’t ask for sleepovers anymore; they happen nightly, without question. That’s why he’s come to see the shrink: Denny Crane is in love with Alan Shore.

3. Oh, he’s always been larger than life, but he’s been taken to new heights today. He’s visiting the New York office as the parade couldn’t be moved to Boston. He still doesn’t understand why, but it isn’t bothering him at the moment – he’s got a balcony in every major city of the country, and in the cold November morning, he seated on one in New York. Alan’s there, in his usual seat beside Denny. Stephen is supposed to be there, but he’s running around with his camera crew, trying to catch the best view possible – which, naturally, Denny insists is on the balcony, and besides, he’s got the parade set up on Tivo. But there it is, just after Snoopy and right before Dora the Explorer – the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day parade proudly unveils the Denny Crane float. It looks like a re-purposed Charlie Brown one, but it doesn’t matter – no one can ever question Denny Crane’s size again.

4. Money supposedly can’t buy happiness, but that’s only if you don’t know how to spend it. He bought himself a spot on Dancing with the Stars. If Mark Cuban can do it, then anyone can. Besides, Denny’s a fantastic dancer. He also made a monetary arrangement to purchase the partner of his choice. It was a hard decision. Kym is hot and Australian – however, he wants to win, and she’s only won in her country. Julianne is hot, but under-aged – it wouldn’t be good for press. Cheryl, however, hot, legal, and reportedly single according to Wikipedia.com. There are other famous people he’ll have to compete with, supposedly. He isn’t really planning on dancing. He’s found a loophole. He’s put enough money into gaining popularity on the internet, but really, all he wants is the satisfaction of the Mirror Ball Trophy. He bought one, which arrived today and is presently seated on his desk. He thinks it’ll go nicely with the Stanley Cup.

5. Denny Crane always knew things would end this way. He’s been preparing for this day for as long as he can remember – which could be since childhood or last week, depending on the mood of the mad cow. Zombies. Apparently the outbreak started in Jersey which didn’t come as much of a surprise; the only good things to come out of Jersey are musicians and Dave Thomas – Denny Crane loves a double-stack. Of course, Dave Thomas is already deceased, and Denny hopes he isn’t one of the bodies revived – everyone’s had enough ghosts of Wendy’s chili to deal with. He and Alan are the only ones still in the office; Alan looks like he’s going to puke again any minute. There’s a plan though – a plan that consists of tickets to some place out of the country, assuming they can get to the private jet. Oh, and they can. Alan’s agreeable at this point since he isn’t keen on dying. The other good thing to come from Jersey was Norman Schwarzkopf, though Denny Crane will never confirm or deny his affiliation. However, there happens to be a tank stored beneath the parking garage. There’s something very bat cave about it, but he’s always wanted a tank in case of any emergency. With guns in hand, he and Alan take the elevator to the bottom floor; from there they take the stairs. Denny proudly shows off his hidden tank. Alan pukes, but that isn’t a surprise either.


1. He’s holding Alan’s hand. They’ve been here before. If things really went his way, then they’d never be here again. But, he’s waiting for test results and the nervous anticipation is making his stomach ache. He’s stayed active; he’s worked on crossword puzzles daily, starting playing the Wii. Every now and then he challenges Alan to a game of Trivial Pursuit over hot chocolate and smores. He’s going to find a cure for Mad Cow; he’s going to beat it, because he’s Denny Crane, damn it. But the doctor isn’t so reassuring. In fact, he’s something of a smug, cocky bastard which was why Denny choose him in the first place, thinking he’d found a kindred spirit, but now he wishes he’d opted for someone else. Alan will be eager for a second opinion anyway. The doctor says he’s got an eighty percent chance of developing Alzheimer’s within the next six years. But, the doctor also doesn’t believe Denny Crane will still be alive in six years considering he’s seventy-five, drinks and smokes daily. The doctor leaves, and Denny’s still holding Alan’s hand because if he lets go, the reality might sink in.

Muse: Denny Crane
Fandom: Boston Legal
Word Count: 1,004

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SIXTY-THREE. Impossible.

Feb. 6th, 2008 | 01:59 am
mood: amusedamused


I know a lot of words. Not as many as Alan – but he knows a lot of words that are big and not particularly useful because not everyone can understand him. I bet that’s why he got word salad. I have mad cow because there’s too much genius for the world to handle. Alan got word salad because he uses too many pointless words. It’s funny when you think about it. But, about me and knowing a lot of words. I do know a lot of words. I do crossword puzzles. I have a crossword puzzle dictionary. I know things.

Did you know there’s only a slight difference between impossible and improbable? The difference comes down to doubt – and believe me, I can argue reasonable doubt until, insert some random cliche’ here. I’m Denny Crane; I’m great with the reasonable doubt line of thinking. Example? Angelina Jolie is hot. That’s a fact, can’t argue with facts. I’m Denny Crane – I look great. I could bang Angelina Jolie. We’re both hot, and hot people have sex with each other – also a fact, can’t argue with it. Now, you could say it’s impossible for me to bang Angelina Jolie. But do you know that beyond all reasonable doubt? If Michael Douglas gets to bang Catherine Zeta-Jones, then Denny Crane can have sex with Angelina Jolie. It’s an improbable situation, because you can’t rule out the possibility. You can’t. You can try, and if you go public with it, I’ll send Stephen Colbert with some truthiness – yes, it’s a word, check the dictionary.

But, let’s talk about something that’s actually impossible. Miss America – Reality Check. I didn’t plan to watch it. The tivo is a tricky bastard, it records things it thinks Denny Crane wants to watch. It wasn’t completely wrong – I love programming dedicated to hot women competing against each other. But no, they actually made a reality show to improve Miss America. She doesn’t need improvement. She doesn’t need a brain. She needs to be able to strut her fantastic ass in a swimsuit and have sex with Denny Crane – that’s really all she’s contractually obligated to do, and if she can’t, that’s what the runner-up is for. But, no, they want to make her smarter and more likable – it’s not about likability, it’s about balance while she swishes her hips, struts down the stage, and balances a crown on her head. It wasn’t a successful program. The butch military babe didn’t make it far, but oh, there’s something to be said about a woman who’s hot and can do one-handed push-ups. The typical blonde won, and I’ve already sent her several expensive gifts, including a proposal to be the Lucky #7 Mrs. Denny Crane – the pageant was in Vegas, there’s plenty of wedding chapels to choose from.

On the subject of impossible butch women though, I had an inappropriate dream about sex with Hillary. Yes, as in Clinton, as in democrat, as in against the few ethics I have left. But that dream has inspired me to fix two impossible situations. Ready? Here's a way to solve the election. Everyone vote Republican. It's the American thing to do. As a consolation prize? Make Hillary Miss America, so she has a reason to campaign around the country, pretending to care about people and their problems. Oh, and I'd bang her too - it's a win-win situation for America and Denny Crane. Is it impossible that this will happen? No. It’s questionable, implausible, doubtful – yes, doubtful, because you can’t rule it out beyond all reasonable doubt. Denny Crane.

Muse: Denny Crane
Fandom: Boston Legal
Word Count: 597

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Denny Crane should do memes more often.

Jan. 28th, 2008 | 12:25 am
mood: artisticartistic

[Kind of OOC:]

So, while Denny and I work on his topic about the Miss America pageant, Yes, you read that. It's coming soon. we have a meme courtesy of claire_simms!

[Love Meme]

Reply to this post with anything you'd like and I'll tell you why I friended you and two things I love about how you play your muse. The only catch? You have to repost this as well.


As an added bonus? You can request for the reply to be in character, but I warn you, Denny will likely just say it's because you're hot. :)

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SIXTY-TWO. Misunderstood.

Jan. 19th, 2008 | 01:57 am
mood: calmcalm

"To be great is to be misunderstood." - R.W. Emerson

The majority of Denny’s personal life choices ended up becoming misunderstood matters. He was well accustomed to this, long before the purchase of his boat. He had considered a yacht, as most self-absorbed, overly wealthy men tend to purchase yachts for social endeavors. However, a yacht would be foolish – a yacht would definitely lead to a party with a lot of young socialites, and Denny would end up arrested for some form of sexual solicitation – he felt certain that if a bathroom faux pas could incite a trial, then certainly a situation filled with young women wouldn’t bode well for him. And so, after hours of perusing the internet and speaking briefly with his not-son – as, Donny did happen to know something of boats since his actual father did work aboard a cranberry bog, and Donny is determined to fit into the cookie-cutter mold of his paternal gene pool – Denny Crane purchased a boat.

He didn’t pop the cork of a bottle of champagne to christen his boat. Instead, he toasted to it with his customary glass of scotch. He and Alan were seated comfortably at the helm of the ship; it was the closest thing to balcony a ship could provide. Denny did, however, have to lie in order to get Alan aboard the boat. It’s a known fact amongst the few that Alan holds dear – meaning, Denny, really – that Alan tends to be pansy and thereby gets sick at any moment out of the norm. Naturally, Alan would be the time to suffer from seasickness. Denny had assured him the boat would stay docked. It’s not as if their newly acquired positions in the Coast Guard made them ship captain’s or anything – no, it was rather that Denny was surprisingly adept at winning friends and influencing people, without having read the book, but rather by seducing women in positions of power, both literally and figuratively. If the Mad Cow patrol was only giving him approximately six years to live, then damn it all, he was going to live indeed.

Alan appeared rather certain that he might be the one to die first when the boat initially lurched across the Boston harbor; in fact, it wouldn’t be long before he went into a historical reenactment of the Boston Tea Party, only he’d be tossing his cookies instead of tea. Denny came prepared with the magical white tablets of Dramamine to cure the motion sickness. He didn’t bother to read the side effects as he was certain the main one would be Alan whining. At least Alan wouldn’t be stable enough to stand atop his usual soapbox – that was certainly ten points Denny deserved to award himself. He toasted the ship with scotch in one hand, cigar in the other. Alan toasted the boat with his hand shaking, yet somehow still holding his glass of water, and a white tablet working its way down and around the lump in his throat. “To the S.S. Schmidt,” Alan said wearily.

“Do you even know what it stands for?” Denny said, not bothering to remove the cigar from his mouth until Alan managed to shake his head in either a no or dizzy state. “It’s not for the woman or the position. It’s an acronym. S.C.H.M.I.D.T. – Sexually Charged Heroes Mischievously Inspire Dramatic Travels. Colbert came up with it. He thought it was witty. We’re picking him up in New York.” And at this Alan blanched. “We’re sailing to New York?”

“Don’t worry; you took your medicine. You won’t feel a thing.” And Denny paused for a moment of rare self-reflection. “Don’t take that to a gay place. We won that trial. I’m straight as an arrow, sailing aboard a boat in-” He didn’t really know where he was going with that, but he stopped nonetheless as he noticed Alan’s eyelids drooping to a close. “Damn side effects. Should’ve read the bottle. Alright, in we go.” Somehow, he awkwardly managed to help Alan to his feet and into the inside of the boat – it was similar to a yacht, in fact, he might have actually purchased a yacht but persuaded certain people to make the registration and receipt state boat for his own purposes. If the paper says it’s a boat, then it must be a boat. Regardless, the inside was plush, decorated in Denny’s usual self-loving taste with pictures of himself everywhere, and his initials adorned every possible surface.

Alan wandered sleepily to the bed. They’d grown accustomed to sharing a bed in a purely platonic sense as Denny would forever insist that his relationship with Alan was in no way sexually charged. However, when he started to leave to go back to the helm, Alan’s sleepy, panicked eyes did actually strike some variety of nerve that he would later deny. The boat would be fine for now, he assumed – he hadn’t really bothered to do much research about the actual mechanics of it. He got into bed and rolled his eyes when Alan instinctively curled closer, mumbling something about the S.S. Schmidt liking him about as much as its namesake. “That’s why she can only be handled by Captain Denny Crane,” he said, but his comment fell on deaf ears as Alan had already fallen into a contented sleep.

ooc: because alan_shore put thoughts in my head.

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SIXTY-ONE. Enough sorrow.

Jan. 13th, 2008 | 10:05 pm
mood: goodgood

"There's enough sorrow in the world, isn't there, without trying to invent it."
E.M.Forster, A Room With A View.

In six years, I might be in the early stages of Alzheimer’s disease. The doctor doesn’t think I live to see the result of another six years as I drink and smoke daily – sometimes twice daily. But, tomorrow I could get shot by some wacko – do you know how many times I’ve been at gunpoint, because I don’t. Or, I could finish off my walk on earth after serving the Coast Guard for ten or so years. No one knows what tomorrow brings. And, there are plenty of things I’ve seen and done that no one believes, even when I have photographic evidence, so really, I could have already lost it – this whole thing could’ve been a dream, and who can really prove otherwise?

Delusions or not, it’s been a good ride for Denny Crane. And, I do mean ride literally, because I go down most phone books and produce a lengthy list of women I’ve slept with – though, it’s the unlisted one’s that were the real spitfires. I’ve been arrested more times than I can account for – most of them were unfair, but they weren’t so bad once Alan was getting thrown in there too. Don’t take that to a homosexual place though. Alan and I bond as men – heterosexual men – and sometimes that means we have sleepovers in my bed and eat popcorn, smores, watch movies, whatever. So what if we’re a couple of flamingos who have special time on my balcony? It only directly affects Alan and me, and we haven’t complained – which is impressive for Alan because he makes a sport out of getting on his soapbox to bitch, and yet he manages to get laid.

It’s been a good life. A lot of sex, drugs, and rock-and-roll, like any good life should have. There’s been a lot of cigars, a lot of scotch, and a lot of women. I’ve won Oscar’s Emmy’s, Tammy’s. I’ve held the Stanley Cup, which my name damn well should’ve been on, and we’re working on that. I’ve been on TV with Larry King, Gracie Jane, Stephen Colbert, and some other people who’s name don’t matter enough to me to remember them. Can you really complain? Sure, you can. If I’ve learned anything from Alan, it’s that you can damn well bitch about anything. And if the bitching doesn’t work, then you find a loop hole, which is why we are proud members of the Coast Guard – the other branches of the military didn’t want us, despite my prior years of service and Alan’s… well, whatever Alan brings to the military other than a lawsuit. But, I could absolutely complain about the prospects of my life ending within the next six years. I could whine, bitch, and moan – quite possibly get pity sex from Shirley, if I’m really lucky, she tends to fall for me in vulnerable moments, and that might get her out of Carl’s sack for good. I could make a big stink about it. Hell, Alan would sue the doctor if I let him. But, I’ve got nothing to complain about.

No, really, I’ve got nothing to complain about. The few things that are kind of a piss off – well, those are between me and whoever’s up there listening to the old guy down here with mad cow. It’s been a good life. I’ve got my name all over this building – the door, the letterhead, most of the lips of the female interns. People shudder in the courtroom when they hear my name; women say my name while they shudder. I’ve had Shirley in moments – and I really believe she was the one, but she’s happy, and I prefer her that way, so I’m not fighting at this moment, but check back later on that front. And, I have a best friend who makes all this seem worth it, because as long as I’ve got him to share the next six years with and whatever comes after, then it’ll be alright in the final chapter of Denny Crane.

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[OOC] Has Denny Crane ever had an OOC post?

Jan. 6th, 2008 | 01:40 am
mood: calmcalm

Let me first go ahead and apologize in advance if you see this post pop up a couple of times. I'm posting it in my character journals. I don't have too many, but for people like alan_shore & mr_colbert, they'll have to scroll a lot! :)

Well, I've been on hiatus, and I just haven't been able to post here yet. And, by here, I mean my muse journals. It's been a weird month. I was in a very bad car accident on December 11th. My car is completely totaled, and I've been recuperating. I'm very lucky in that I didn't break anything - I had some nasty bruises and walking has been a tad painful, but I'm about 99% better.

So? I'm in the process of getting everyone caught up. I'm planning to get topics written this week and come off hiatus. It's a work in progress. If I've missed anything really neat? Or, if there's something you need one of my characters for? Comment or shoot an email to senshi[dot]saturn[at]gmail[dot]com (or to my personal email, if you have it).


cross-posted to: lovely_damage, most_amazing, katie_lloyd, dontcallmekitty & blurbinprogress

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