Below are the 8 most recent journal entries recorded in mcguffins' InsaneJournal:

Friday, November 18th, 2011
11:40 am	Following digital footprints can be done from the comfort of your own office "Yes--no," says Corporal De Luzio, juggling her office phone with her Blackberry, pausing only to give her desktop's mouse a quick swirl to prevent the triggering of her screensaver. "Yes, I understand. Certainly. I can be there in an hour--" She looks at the clock. "Uh, or maybe two ... there's this interview I'm supposed to--" Her mouth tightens. "Twenty minutes?" Dammit, if she doesn't agree to twenty, her jittery source may decide that she only gets ten. "Twenty," she says with a puff of breath, setting her Blackberry on her desk so she can hit send on the text and run a hand through her short dark hair. "Okay. Yes." The expressive roll of her eyes is unfortunately lost on the caller. "No, I won't be in uniform." It won't take her more than a couple minutes to change into street clothes. "Fine. I'll be there." Hanging up, she allows herself the luxury of a brief sound of frustration. Maybe she'll get lucky and Fraser will be back early from lunch. Assuming he hasn't gotten himself drawn into a situation that'll keep him out of the office all day.... (79 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, March 28th, 2010
5:09 pm	Only today does the fire burn brightly I think over again my small adventures, my fears, These small ones that seemed so big. For all the vital things I had to get and to reach. And yet there is only one great thing, The only thing. To live to see the great day that dawns And the light that fills the world. --Inuit song It is a dark night, the kind that is only possible far from the reaches of civilisation. Overhead the stars move in their slow seasonal dance, undimmed by the glow of artificial lights in unnatural colours. Here the land stretches on forever, snowy expanses lying undisturbed beneath the vault of the sky. Here any mistake could be your last. Here you are surrounded by endless miles of silence with only yourself for company. Here is where Benton Fraser belongs. Here he is home. (190 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, September 21st, 2009
2:11 pm	Something old, something new, something 'borrowed...' The antique storefront Meg pulls up across the street from is not entirely like that of any other in the area: it's in an older building, its storefront is not grandiose, and there's a friendly sense of clutter about the place; its chairs, tables and artworks strewn almost haphazardly. Or perhaps there is a sense of purpose to the clutter, for one has to spend some time wandering through the labyrinth of goods in order to reach the counter, and there's a goodly chance that the eye might be caught by a particular piece of old china or artwork in the interim. (61 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, August 12th, 2009
10:37 am	And there the world below can't bother me Today lunch is being held on the roof of the Stetson Avenue skyscraper housing the Canadian Consulate. Constable Hourani takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly as she gazes over the Chicago skyline. "Gorgeous," she says in clear admiration of the urban landscape stretching out around them. "It's not Toronto, but up here, I think I could love this city." She turns away from the edge and walks over to a small bench placed for the convenience of others who might want to get away from the crowds for a while. "So," she says as she takes her sandwich out of her lunch bag, "did Sergeant Platt eat you alive? Are you really on restrictions the rest of this week?" (52 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, July 15th, 2009
8:09 pm	After the dust has settled.... Sergeant Platt may cultivate a reputation for constantly prowling the halls of the Canadian Consulate of Chicago, but every sergeant in any force needing them is forced to spend a certain amount of his time at a desk, dealing with paperwork. Even when it is the electronic kind. His desk time, he feels, has increased since Constable Fraser arrived. (33 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, July 8th, 2009
9:09 pm	You've got.... Sargeant Platt rarely has a smile on his face, but this morning his glower is especially intense. The wire-frame cart he is pushing towards Constable Fraser's cubicle seems to be only a secondary target of his ire, with his main target being ... well.... "Fraser!" he barks. "Mail call." (68 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, June 8th, 2009
10:41 am	A real tough cookie with a long history of breaking little hearts "Good, good," says the photographer. "Now lift your chin ... that's great. Wonderful. Now tilt your head to the right? Excellent. Now let's have some with you petting the wolf ... great. And another one of you by the maple leaf flag there. Fabulous." He finally lowers the camera and grins at Fraser, dropping a wink before stepping back in favor of his Sun-Times reporter colleague, Suzi Flores. The young Hispanic woman hurries forward, recorder at the ready. "Constable Fraser, our readers would love to know what you think about this Chicago. How similar is it to the Windy City you remember?" (152 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, June 7th, 2009
4:53 pm	Hands across the border The latest round of polite applause fades away. "And while it is true that these new days find ourselves facing new challenges," continues Consul-General Fleisher, "what has never changed--what I hope will never change--is that men and women of good will, from whatever country, will be able to come together and make common cause against common enemies. It is that constancy that is our best hope for our future triumphs. Thank you all for coming together here tonight." One final round of applause, then the consul-general steps away from the spotlight, still smiling at her guests. It is a crowded party, with attendees from the political, business, and social spheres of Chicago. The live band strikes up a foxtrot as Fleisher moves through the guests now making their way to the dance floor, seeming to move aimlessly, but despite the density of the crowd, it takes her very little time to reach Constable Fraser. "Well, Constable," she says courteously, "what do you think?" (73 Comments |Comment on this)