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*shakes head and does Lyle the Plumber impression* I'm an idiot, I'm an idiot. You can read at the end of the post for who Lyle is, but for now let's settle into why I'm an idiot. I know it's stupid to go back to the fandom, but I just can't help it. I love my superheros and powers. Sky High. I wrote one and a half chapters at the start of oh six and lost interest. And for some daft reason I suddenly wanted to play with it again.
The reason I got out of it in the first place was rampant goth pyro Sues latching onto Warren like limpets. Honestly, go have a glance at it and you'll mash your head on the keyboard. I guess that's why. I think the only reason I write any fic is because I'm arrogant, I reckon I can do a better job than others. There are however a few gems in the fandom. Dr. Coffin is one, a clever little kitty whom I chanced and chatted to first time round. I also came across a fantastic Sue-mockumentry, a couple in fact that were brilliant. I for one support the Warren/Freezegirl pairing, well, not support but because its canon and it stops Warren/OC pairing. I loath the fics that portray Freezegirl as some sleeparound 'prep' just so goth girl can understand Warren's deep pain.
Blarg.
So I've been going over my old chaps. Not much as I actually really liked my first chapter. There were some lines I was really proud of, taha.
I've finished reviewing Div's first chapter properly, but now I get to beat my head against a wall with PsyUmbreon. She's breaking her ban and I can't get her to leave it alone. I'm going to warn her one last time not to log in before.... Well, I know what I should do but damn I hate being the bad guy on the internet. I'm fine with it in real life, but I've got something cushy going.
I've been working my tootsie's off for the last couple of days, but the money's good so I'm not gonna complain. Oh, wait, I am. That's what this entire journal things about. At least next week I won't need to worry bout the kennels and I can just stick to blockbuster.
Oh yeah. I got a new desk... Sweet. It is just so perfect, a sprawling L shaped one which admittedly does look dingy but is perfect for my way of studying, which is Sprawl it Everywhere And Let's See What We Got. Much better than my old corner one which did look antique and classic and nice, but a bugger for being cramped.
Now, Lyle. We kind of have the BackDoor Gang which includes myself (20), Scotty my brother (18) Mum and Dad (46 and 55 respectively). Then our backdoor neighbours Lyle and Debbie (52 and 48) and Lyle's mum Irene (72?), and their next door neighbours which used to be Lee (38) and his wife Simone, until they divorced and now it's Christine.
Lyle is hilarious. He's a plumber, but calls himself the Struggling Plumber and often refers to himself in third person. (Oh the Struggling Plumber had a tough day today. He had to... He'll actually recount whole stories in third person.) Of his favourite quotes are "Terrible. Terrible. Terrible." And "I'm an idiot, I'm an idiot."
The reason I got out of it in the first place was rampant goth pyro Sues latching onto Warren like limpets. Honestly, go have a glance at it and you'll mash your head on the keyboard. I guess that's why. I think the only reason I write any fic is because I'm arrogant, I reckon I can do a better job than others. There are however a few gems in the fandom. Dr. Coffin is one, a clever little kitty whom I chanced and chatted to first time round. I also came across a fantastic Sue-mockumentry, a couple in fact that were brilliant. I for one support the Warren/Freezegirl pairing, well, not support but because its canon and it stops Warren/OC pairing. I loath the fics that portray Freezegirl as some sleeparound 'prep' just so goth girl can understand Warren's deep pain.
Blarg.
So I've been going over my old chaps. Not much as I actually really liked my first chapter. There were some lines I was really proud of, taha.
I've finished reviewing Div's first chapter properly, but now I get to beat my head against a wall with PsyUmbreon. She's breaking her ban and I can't get her to leave it alone. I'm going to warn her one last time not to log in before.... Well, I know what I should do but damn I hate being the bad guy on the internet. I'm fine with it in real life, but I've got something cushy going.
I've been working my tootsie's off for the last couple of days, but the money's good so I'm not gonna complain. Oh, wait, I am. That's what this entire journal things about. At least next week I won't need to worry bout the kennels and I can just stick to blockbuster.
Oh yeah. I got a new desk... Sweet. It is just so perfect, a sprawling L shaped one which admittedly does look dingy but is perfect for my way of studying, which is Sprawl it Everywhere And Let's See What We Got. Much better than my old corner one which did look antique and classic and nice, but a bugger for being cramped.
Now, Lyle. We kind of have the BackDoor Gang which includes myself (20), Scotty my brother (18) Mum and Dad (46 and 55 respectively). Then our backdoor neighbours Lyle and Debbie (52 and 48) and Lyle's mum Irene (72?), and their next door neighbours which used to be Lee (38) and his wife Simone, until they divorced and now it's Christine.
Lyle is hilarious. He's a plumber, but calls himself the Struggling Plumber and often refers to himself in third person. (Oh the Struggling Plumber had a tough day today. He had to... He'll actually recount whole stories in third person.) Of his favourite quotes are "Terrible. Terrible. Terrible." And "I'm an idiot, I'm an idiot."