hiatus...
Seems I'm having one from posting. Here it's been a month since 'Devil's Trap' and I've barely said anything. I think I'm on a break. Besides, even my small flist freaks me out. *snigger* Like, dude. People are reading what I say. But I am mostly over that, and I do love my nice flisties. *pets* Good flist. ;)
I'm just taking some time off thinking and taking the time to type what I'm thinking.
I have been reading, commenting, listening to all the lovely mixes, writing weird shit and some good shit. And saving a cat, but that was just today...
Also been watching the re-runs with my mom. She kinda LOVES it, even just after three eps. I'm so fuckin' proud of our boys! We were chatting about 'Dead in the Water' this evening: she was wondering why they never told the poor old lady what happened to her kid. I said it would have taken too long--and maybe Andrea told her.
It's strange and cool to be talking about it with her, really. Mostly very cool. And I love watching the old stuff again. I love the show so much now, the things that might have annoyed me when I first saw them now mean almost nothing.
Also requested a couple icons from carmendove. *G* I'm about number fifteen (of a LOT, poor dear) so it'll be a while. But still. *squee* I'm such a fangirl when it comes to her work--always drooling over the lovelies and pimping them out to the nice people. --Always with a link, of course: I live to serve and credit.
So last weekend I went slightly insane, trying to MAKE icons. *sigh* Fuck.ing. impossible. Not just 'cause I have a pretty shitty program, but because I can't figure it out. I don't even know what I really want it to do, anyway. (Plus, no-one makes Gimp brushes, so I'm on my own.)
And when I try, I tend to lose myself totally in it. --Why I don't play computer games: I can lose a whole day, stop blinking and stuff over it.
When I'm trying to icon (and when did that become a verb?) I start seeing every single cap and promo-photo as meat just waiting to be ripped and stapled and brightened and fucked around with... After about four hours, it stops being fun. And I start going blind.
I'd quit and leave it to the better graphics people, but there are things nobody makes, stuff that I'd like to. And in between all the utter failures, there are just enough of my crappy little icons that look good enough to make me want to go back to it. But not anytime so, that's for goddamn sure. Give it at least a month.
Maybe I'll just jump off a bridge and try making wallpapers.
So JDM got this pilot. Just a pilot. For now. I will be REALLY pissed if he leaves SN. Like, a lot pissed. It's kind of surprising me how pissed I'd be. And truly sad.
See, up until--was it 'Shadow'?--I didn't care one way or the other. Then I liked him a lot...and a lot more... Now there's reason to worry about his being around, and I'm all--*flails*. This set of stages is VERY familiar to me. Last time it was a whole show and it was gone soon after I fell in love, last time I broke things. And that last time? --Well, let's just say there's still nothing (TV show wise, of course) I wouldn't give up for just a bit more.
So, yeah. Less insane than I sound here, I think. But still.
Almost every fandom writer talks about their "muse" and their "bunnies". I have a muse, in the real person sense. But there's no need to get into that. Really. But speaking of the on-your-shoulder type muse I think most people mean...well, mine is kinda like this:
Muse: *hits B on head with small-but-too-long-for-drabble story*
B: *runs for computer, yells at family to GO AWAY! and sits down...much with the typing and saving*
Muse: *reads over* That line sucks, so does that one...that makes no sense, what are you on?...where's the fuckin' comma?...Fix it, bitch!
B: *grumble* I'll give you "bitch"... *mad fixing* Better?
Muse: Yes. Post? Please?
B: In your non-corporeal dreams, asshat. *waps* On to the next, buddyboy.
And every few months:
Muse: *waves watch on chain* You must write this looong AU freakshow...nooow... You know you want to.
B: Umm...Do I have to? I'd rather just think it. Faster.
Muse: Yes...sure, no-one would read it even if you did post...but you must write. It'll be fun, come on.
B: Yeah, it will. *types* I love this--even though it's totally strange. I could work on it, make it somewhat better. Be lots of fun, a real project!
(one day later...)
B: So what you got today?
Muse: Nothin'. Forget it.
B: WHAT?
Muse: Blah. Don't feel like it. Go...delete something. Read, watch a vid. I'll be over here, anti-alias'ing my nails.
B: *jaw on floor* Stupid son of a whore!
No, wait. That's JUST how it is. This is why I almost never post a damn thing. Or get anything done. My muse sucks. And I am mean to him.
(Also, why did it take me two minutes to realize it was Harry Potter I was referencing above? Geeze. I don't even sound a thing like that dead chick when I yell at my family; I almost always have a deep voice--with my "sexy accent" as my Brit told me. And, no, I didn't say "But I don't have an accent!" 'cause I'm not that dumb.)
Yeah, there's the rare time my OTHER muse makes a showing, and stuff isn't super long or overly short. But that's less fun to type about here. 'Cause I love those stories. And they just might work. I hope.
So that post was...something. *shakes head*
Soon-ish I shall have recs (recs, glorious recs!). --Maybe I'll even let you poor people see what evil things me and my graphics program have spawned. *G*
I think the heat has fried my brain. Give me COLD! I can't stand this godforsaken weather. I may just go back to the shutting up until I can think again. Feel free to call me crazy (I'd have to be sane to believe you), or one-up me. Or whatever's good fer you.
I'm just taking some time off thinking and taking the time to type what I'm thinking.
I have been reading, commenting, listening to all the lovely mixes, writing weird shit and some good shit. And saving a cat, but that was just today...
Also been watching the re-runs with my mom. She kinda LOVES it, even just after three eps. I'm so fuckin' proud of our boys! We were chatting about 'Dead in the Water' this evening: she was wondering why they never told the poor old lady what happened to her kid. I said it would have taken too long--and maybe Andrea told her.
It's strange and cool to be talking about it with her, really. Mostly very cool. And I love watching the old stuff again. I love the show so much now, the things that might have annoyed me when I first saw them now mean almost nothing.
Also requested a couple icons from carmendove. *G* I'm about number fifteen (of a LOT, poor dear) so it'll be a while. But still. *squee* I'm such a fangirl when it comes to her work--always drooling over the lovelies and pimping them out to the nice people. --Always with a link, of course: I live to serve and credit.
So last weekend I went slightly insane, trying to MAKE icons. *sigh* Fuck.ing. impossible. Not just 'cause I have a pretty shitty program, but because I can't figure it out. I don't even know what I really want it to do, anyway. (Plus, no-one makes Gimp brushes, so I'm on my own.)
And when I try, I tend to lose myself totally in it. --Why I don't play computer games: I can lose a whole day, stop blinking and stuff over it.
When I'm trying to icon (and when did that become a verb?) I start seeing every single cap and promo-photo as meat just waiting to be ripped and stapled and brightened and fucked around with... After about four hours, it stops being fun. And I start going blind.
I'd quit and leave it to the better graphics people, but there are things nobody makes, stuff that I'd like to. And in between all the utter failures, there are just enough of my crappy little icons that look good enough to make me want to go back to it. But not anytime so, that's for goddamn sure. Give it at least a month.
Maybe I'll just jump off a bridge and try making wallpapers.
So JDM got this pilot. Just a pilot. For now. I will be REALLY pissed if he leaves SN. Like, a lot pissed. It's kind of surprising me how pissed I'd be. And truly sad.
See, up until--was it 'Shadow'?--I didn't care one way or the other. Then I liked him a lot...and a lot more... Now there's reason to worry about his being around, and I'm all--*flails*. This set of stages is VERY familiar to me. Last time it was a whole show and it was gone soon after I fell in love, last time I broke things. And that last time? --Well, let's just say there's still nothing (TV show wise, of course) I wouldn't give up for just a bit more.
So, yeah. Less insane than I sound here, I think. But still.
Almost every fandom writer talks about their "muse" and their "bunnies". I have a muse, in the real person sense. But there's no need to get into that. Really. But speaking of the on-your-shoulder type muse I think most people mean...well, mine is kinda like this:
Muse: *hits B on head with small-but-too-long-for-drabble story*
B: *runs for computer, yells at family to GO AWAY! and sits down...much with the typing and saving*
Muse: *reads over* That line sucks, so does that one...that makes no sense, what are you on?...where's the fuckin' comma?...Fix it, bitch!
B: *grumble* I'll give you "bitch"... *mad fixing* Better?
Muse: Yes. Post? Please?
B: In your non-corporeal dreams, asshat. *waps* On to the next, buddyboy.
And every few months:
Muse: *waves watch on chain* You must write this looong AU freakshow...nooow... You know you want to.
B: Umm...Do I have to? I'd rather just think it. Faster.
Muse: Yes...sure, no-one would read it even if you did post...but you must write. It'll be fun, come on.
B: Yeah, it will. *types* I love this--even though it's totally strange. I could work on it, make it somewhat better. Be lots of fun, a real project!
(one day later...)
B: So what you got today?
Muse: Nothin'. Forget it.
B: WHAT?
Muse: Blah. Don't feel like it. Go...delete something. Read, watch a vid. I'll be over here, anti-alias'ing my nails.
B: *jaw on floor* Stupid son of a whore!
No, wait. That's JUST how it is. This is why I almost never post a damn thing. Or get anything done. My muse sucks. And I am mean to him.
(Also, why did it take me two minutes to realize it was Harry Potter I was referencing above? Geeze. I don't even sound a thing like that dead chick when I yell at my family; I almost always have a deep voice--with my "sexy accent" as my Brit told me. And, no, I didn't say "But I don't have an accent!" 'cause I'm not that dumb.)
Yeah, there's the rare time my OTHER muse makes a showing, and stuff isn't super long or overly short. But that's less fun to type about here. 'Cause I love those stories. And they just might work. I hope.
So that post was...something. *shakes head*
Soon-ish I shall have recs (recs, glorious recs!). --Maybe I'll even let you poor people see what evil things me and my graphics program have spawned. *G*
I think the heat has fried my brain. Give me COLD! I can't stand this godforsaken weather. I may just go back to the shutting up until I can think again. Feel free to call me crazy (I'd have to be sane to believe you), or one-up me. Or whatever's good fer you.