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I like Rose.
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I hate sendspace. I can dl fuckall from it. Bah.
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I remember why I stopped reading VM fic in the first place. Are they aware, do you suppose, that they're all writing the same story over and over and over again?
My kingdom for plotty gen! Or, hell, I'll even settle for plotty ship. Just, you know, something plotty that's not that same story over and over and over again.
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Why am I the only Beckett/Teyla shipper? If I start a comm will others show up? Or will I be alone and sad? And if some do show up, will they all be crazy and will I then be embarrassed and forced to denounce my ship? Quandary!
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I opened the files of all the stories I'm in the middle of last night -- to make myself feel like more of a slacker than I already feel, I guess. I certainly didn't work on any of them, I just sort of looked at them and felt guitly.
There's one particular one that I keep totally forgetting I'm in the middle of writing, and when I come across it I'm always surprised that it's there. That can't be good. I should probably hurry up and write it so I can forget about it all proper like and not be burdened by slacker guilt every time I stumble across it.
And of all those stories, of which I'm shamed to say there are more than a few, the one I like the least and don't want to be writing at all is the one I've written the most to in the past week. It's quite bad, really, and it doesn't go at all the way I was vaguely thinking it should go, and I doubt it will ever see the light of pixels on the internets, and yet, I keep writing it. I suspect it might be one of those things where I've got this half-assed idea, and I'm going to just write it all out, and not care at all what it looks like, or how crap it all is (very crap), just as a sort of exorcism. And then I'll kill it with fire.
The roommate thinks I'm undiagnosed ADHD. She might be right.
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As an addendum to the above, me writing a Coupling/Doctor Who crossover is such a disaster waiting to happen. I've already used the word 'penis' twice, made a tentacle porn joke (an obvious one, at that), and had Jeff become entirely too familiar with the TARDIS, and I'm not even on the third page.
I'm going to finish it, post it, and then be mortified for the rest of my natural life. And hope my mother doesn't read it. Not because she wouldn't find it funny, because, she actually would probably really love Coupling (her AbFab love has finally tapered somewhat and she's stopped calling me Saffron and/or Saffy), and I should take the discs to Denver when I go so she can watch, preferably when I'm not there, but rather because she might actually find it amusing and then she'd know things like that came out of my brain and maybe she'd want to talk about parts she found amusing, but I'd be so mortified, I'd have to change my ticket and get the next flight back to California. Thus, cutting short mom visit time. Which would suck.
Oh! I forgot to tell the mom saves the bunny story. I'll do that later. It's funny. Well, I thought it was funny.
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I have frittered away so much meat recently, it's very sad. Like millions. I only have two Mr. A.s left, and only the meat to buy a couple more. Yes, I used to be very rich, and now I'm only mildly rich. Weep for me.
I think I'll sell off some of my extra familiars, because I can't quite see a reason to keep them. Their epenis value is low. Maybe I'll keep the sweet nutcracker, though, because it fits in my Crimbo crap collection. And maybe the miniscule temporal rip because it's cute. Sometimes I surprise myself by remembering I'm a girl and that I'll get or keep things based solely on "cute". Of course, my definition of cute seems to include a squiggly line on a screen, so ...
Maybe instead of throwing my meat at strangers, I'll throw it at less strange strangers. Who wants a March Hat? I only have one, and you'll have to wait until I'm out of HCO to get it. Or, I'll give out a spooky hockey mask, which isn't all that rare at all, but still goes for a hundred thousand meat or so. And maybe other stuff. I don't know. I don't even know who all plays anymore, if anybody.
Huh. That didn't solve my meat crunch problem.
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Have watched recently -- Four (five?) episodes of the second half of the second season of the X-Files, remembering just in the nick of time that "Fearful Symmetry" is appalling crap and ought to be skipped and so saved self and roommate great pain; loads of Who -- The Ribos Operation, City of Death, Destiny of the Daleks, Genesis of the Daleks, The Claws of Axios, The Five Doctors, and tonight I will watch The Horns of Nimon and The Robots of Death (best title of anything in the history of ever. 'Robots' + 'of Death' = awesome), and maybe The Leisure Hive if I stay up really, really late.
And then maybe I'll watch Life on Mars, 'cause I've got a hankering.
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I think that's all I've got for now. I'm sorry for being so crap at replying to comments the past ... well, forever. I've no excuse except I'm a pitiful slacker. And a loser. And stuff like that. I love you all, though. Truth.
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I hate sendspace. I can dl fuckall from it. Bah.
**
I remember why I stopped reading VM fic in the first place. Are they aware, do you suppose, that they're all writing the same story over and over and over again?
My kingdom for plotty gen! Or, hell, I'll even settle for plotty ship. Just, you know, something plotty that's not that same story over and over and over again.
**
Why am I the only Beckett/Teyla shipper? If I start a comm will others show up? Or will I be alone and sad? And if some do show up, will they all be crazy and will I then be embarrassed and forced to denounce my ship? Quandary!
**
I opened the files of all the stories I'm in the middle of last night -- to make myself feel like more of a slacker than I already feel, I guess. I certainly didn't work on any of them, I just sort of looked at them and felt guitly.
There's one particular one that I keep totally forgetting I'm in the middle of writing, and when I come across it I'm always surprised that it's there. That can't be good. I should probably hurry up and write it so I can forget about it all proper like and not be burdened by slacker guilt every time I stumble across it.
And of all those stories, of which I'm shamed to say there are more than a few, the one I like the least and don't want to be writing at all is the one I've written the most to in the past week. It's quite bad, really, and it doesn't go at all the way I was vaguely thinking it should go, and I doubt it will ever see the light of pixels on the internets, and yet, I keep writing it. I suspect it might be one of those things where I've got this half-assed idea, and I'm going to just write it all out, and not care at all what it looks like, or how crap it all is (very crap), just as a sort of exorcism. And then I'll kill it with fire.
The roommate thinks I'm undiagnosed ADHD. She might be right.
**
As an addendum to the above, me writing a Coupling/Doctor Who crossover is such a disaster waiting to happen. I've already used the word 'penis' twice, made a tentacle porn joke (an obvious one, at that), and had Jeff become entirely too familiar with the TARDIS, and I'm not even on the third page.
I'm going to finish it, post it, and then be mortified for the rest of my natural life. And hope my mother doesn't read it. Not because she wouldn't find it funny, because, she actually would probably really love Coupling (her AbFab love has finally tapered somewhat and she's stopped calling me Saffron and/or Saffy), and I should take the discs to Denver when I go so she can watch, preferably when I'm not there, but rather because she might actually find it amusing and then she'd know things like that came out of my brain and maybe she'd want to talk about parts she found amusing, but I'd be so mortified, I'd have to change my ticket and get the next flight back to California. Thus, cutting short mom visit time. Which would suck.
Oh! I forgot to tell the mom saves the bunny story. I'll do that later. It's funny. Well, I thought it was funny.
**
I have frittered away so much meat recently, it's very sad. Like millions. I only have two Mr. A.s left, and only the meat to buy a couple more. Yes, I used to be very rich, and now I'm only mildly rich. Weep for me.
I think I'll sell off some of my extra familiars, because I can't quite see a reason to keep them. Their epenis value is low. Maybe I'll keep the sweet nutcracker, though, because it fits in my Crimbo crap collection. And maybe the miniscule temporal rip because it's cute. Sometimes I surprise myself by remembering I'm a girl and that I'll get or keep things based solely on "cute". Of course, my definition of cute seems to include a squiggly line on a screen, so ...
Maybe instead of throwing my meat at strangers, I'll throw it at less strange strangers. Who wants a March Hat? I only have one, and you'll have to wait until I'm out of HCO to get it. Or, I'll give out a spooky hockey mask, which isn't all that rare at all, but still goes for a hundred thousand meat or so. And maybe other stuff. I don't know. I don't even know who all plays anymore, if anybody.
Huh. That didn't solve my meat crunch problem.
**
Have watched recently -- Four (five?) episodes of the second half of the second season of the X-Files, remembering just in the nick of time that "Fearful Symmetry" is appalling crap and ought to be skipped and so saved self and roommate great pain; loads of Who -- The Ribos Operation, City of Death, Destiny of the Daleks, Genesis of the Daleks, The Claws of Axios, The Five Doctors, and tonight I will watch The Horns of Nimon and The Robots of Death (best title of anything in the history of ever. 'Robots' + 'of Death' = awesome), and maybe The Leisure Hive if I stay up really, really late.
And then maybe I'll watch Life on Mars, 'cause I've got a hankering.
**
I think that's all I've got for now. I'm sorry for being so crap at replying to comments the past ... well, forever. I've no excuse except I'm a pitiful slacker. And a loser. And stuff like that. I love you all, though. Truth.