...stolen my music-loving heart, and I don't care if I get it back. Really, the man is a genius.
And why, you ask, is he a genius? Because of
what he has on his homepage, of course!
As you may or may not know (and I'm guessing it's the latter), "Weird Al" created a parody of James Blunt's "You're Beautiful". Unfortunately, even though Blunt gave Yankovich "his blessing" ("Al" always gets the artist's "blessing" before making the song), the suits working for Blunt's production company wouldn't allow "Weird Al" to put the song "You're Pitiful", the harmless remake of the century, on his upcoming (and already finished) album "Straight Outta Lynwood". But, hey, loopholes are God's way of saying "Screw the suits", so...
If you go
to his homepage (yes, two links people), and click on any of the numerous "here" links, you will be able to download "You're Pitiful" for free. It's hilarious -- especially for people like me who truly hate the original song. (I do. It's unoriginal vocally and instrumentally, and it's my personal opinion that the order in which he makes songs into music videos depends on the quality. That's why "High" came after "You're Beautiful". It starts with the worst and becomes better as he keeps making videos.)
But to each his/her own.
Anyway, regardless of the title, this post is more about my fanfictions and now they're coming.
I'll say this first: I'm working on a project right now, and writing other things (including e-mails *winks and is not so sly*) in between. So I will be delayed in writing matters.
Oh, and this: No promises. I don't guarantee anything, just like I don't claim it. Some things I will never write, that I know. It's part of being a writer. You have ideas, and about ninty percent of them you don't use, even though the rate here is lower. Closer to sixty. Still, I'll go against myself, be a bum, and guarantee one thing: I don't guarantee anything...except that I don’t guarantee anything.
"The Land of Qualms" -- ...will be updated when it's updated. I have ideas, but I'm just not keen on finding the words to write them right now -- although I do want to finish the story. It's still my baby, and I still want to see it grow. Really, it will probably be my favorite fanfiction because it's a progressive (kind of, sort of) log of my writing improvement. Or I like to think so. Anyway, updates will come when they come, but maybe one before I go back to school. (WIP, PG-13)
"Therapeutic Loophole" -- ...is going to be a House/Cuddy. I've decided to make it based off spoilers for Season Three, because otherwise, it would have been a pain in the fanny to write. No, really. I would've sat in front of the computer for endless hours trying to figure a way to write it without making it completely illogical, and after sitting on your lower cheeks for four plus hours, in the same position, the feeling down there is lost. I apologize. I don't have a callous there yet...thankfully. But anyway, I suppose I should start writing it. I do have ideas, and I'm sure I could write something in a matter of days. (One-shot, PG-13)
"Seesaw" -- ...will be updated when I can actually write something for Chapter Four, entitled, "Over Coffee and Caterpillars and Children". I've about a thousand words written, maybe a bit more, but I'm stuck as to how I should go from where I am. So basically, I've no idea when it'll be updated. I'll try writing, but it's proving to be more difficult than anticipated. (WIP, PG-13)
"Tangy" -- ...is a House/Cuddy piece I've started. Thus far (and I can tell you this truthfully) I have...two-hundred seventy-one words written, including little paragraphs I have for later in the story. Yes, go on, laugh. It's funny. But at least it's started. And I don't know when this will be up and running. Maybe before school starts, maybe before Thanksgiving. As of now, like many of the stories listed/that I will list here, I don't even have a rough estimate as to when I will complete it. (One-shot, PG)
"In God's Country" -- ...is going to be an ass-kicking, epic, amazing (okay, okay, sorry) CSI one-shot involving Catherine, Grissom, and a friend of the human race named...sex. Yes, they will have sex, but it's going to focus on the spiritual side of sex, not the whole back-clawing, semen-squirting half of it. (You're welcome,
blushingsigh.) Truly, this story could have been for House, and originally *retrieves pitchfork shield* it was. Then, a little person I'd like to call my sibling told me that it would be better as a CSI story, and thus, it did become one. Yes, blame her. Or me. Or whomever you wish to blame. But it's CSI "OMGhot!" Grillows and not House "OMGhot!" Huddy. That's the truth, folks. (One-shot, PG-13)
"Toxically Common" -- is a (prepare you "OMG!"'s, people) a...femslash...involving...Stacy and Cuddy. Yes! My First Slash Fanfiction -- how adorable. I'll put it in my memory box. Anyway, it's mild. Not "blink-and-you-miss-it-(ha!-sucker!)" mild, but more like "comfort!kiss!hug!maybe more if there was a sequel" mild. It's nothing like "wrists-strapped-to-the-bed-with-a-man's-leather-belt-God-what-PWP!" No way. And I've been working on it in conjunction with the project, so it's just under one-thousand words. (One-shot, PG-13)
Anything I've missed. This post is taking me forever to finish. Oh, right!
"Sun-Blindness" -- ...is a House/Cuddy fanfiction that I started two while trying to write for my craptastic summer project. It's humor, yes, and it's...fluffy. *dies* That's it. I'm putting another note under this cut. It might be up before school starts, or maybe before Halloween.
"Of Sand and Cigarettes" -- ...is a Wilson/Stacy fanfiction on which I am stuck. It seems like every time I open the document, my brain turns into a giant ball of fuzz. Therefore, writing is near impossible. So it's not going to be finish for a little while.
That's about everything. And the sequel to "Like Reality Melting"? I don't even have a document started for it. How's that for progress?
Note -- Part Deux: It seems to be, my fellows, that I write Huddy now. *dances* But, it's limited to at least semi-fluff. *cringes* Yes, fluff. The thing I once said I would never write.... I have written. Maybe it's the whole angst-addicted teenager brat in me, but...yeah. There are no words.
Spare the lj'er, use a cut. That's my logic.
(On a random note: Sister Cameron may be getting a makeover soon. I may turn her into "Sista Cameron: 'Hood Nun". It's a weak joke -- you know, like hoodlum? -- but hey, I want to see my creation with a sideways Yankees' cap, bling, and a car with major hydraulic advantages.
Well, good night, folks. I'm going to do...something.
*walks away awkwardly*
Best Song/Album Title for the Missed Weeks: "The Best of Talking Heads" by (obviously) Talking Heads. It has all your basic Talking Heads' needs, from "Psycho Killer", "Once in a Lifetime", and "And She Was". It's...too great for words.