while with his gun the pagan angel rose to say

my love is one made to break every bended knee

December 22nd, 2009

What am I doing.

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So far today, I've started writing FOUR fics. FOUR. Yet another ill-advised Keppler/Greg CSI romp, a distressingly cracky Lennox/Epps/Optimus, an I don't even KNOW Lennox/Optimus, and something that should be Victor/Remy dubcon but is more like Victor/Remy-is-dangerously-self-destructive.

I haven't gotten further than 600 words on any of them.

And now I am seriously considering a Tony/MacManus brothers, because a) he has guns and they like guns, b) they are twins and he likes twins, and c) Tony apparently really does want to screw everything that breathes, and some things that don't (I'm lookin' at you, Prime).


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December 1st, 2009


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Finally got my AO3 invite! :D Now begins the deliberation over a username, and which stories to start uploading. There is no way in hell I'm sticking everything all the way back to 2000 on there, as a) I am lazy, and b) even I have some shame.

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November 29th, 2009


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When I was three or four, my parents rented The Terminator and it scared the shit out me, right? Like it would. And right outside my bedroom door, perfectly visible from my bed, were the controls for the house's air exchange system, which naturally had two little red glowing lights. It freakin' TERRIFIED me. FOR YEARS. Arnold Schwarzenegger was going to kill me in my SLEEP.

Now, on a week-long marathon through the Terminator movies and the Sarah Connor Chronicles, skinless Terminators are not scary. No, no. They are sexy. I kinda want to make out with one. And by 'kinda' I mean 'really, really'.

I'm not sure what to do with that, except troll the internet for Marcus Wright/John Connor porn. Ahar.

Or any Terminator porn, really.

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November 14th, 2009

This is me, excited!

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Bullet points are AWESOME.

- Yuletide assignment has arrived! This is very, very exciting. Most fandoms I signed up for this year are ones I've never written in before, so this excitement will turn to gnashing of teeth shortly, but in all honesty, I kinda enjoy that, too. Har.

- My days of monofandom are so over. This isn't even news or much of a realisation, I know. Comic books are eating me alive and I'm ready to write porn for things that haven't even been released yet.

- Writing original stuff is fun hard full of self-abusive joy. I've finally learned how to create characters for short stories. Today, mobsters, tomorrow, mercenaries.

- I'm watching way too many movies these days. And by too many movies, I mean not enough. If anyone has an recs, feel free to toss them my way. I'm not feeling genre-specific, either, though I don't enjoy slashers-for-the-sake-of-slashing. Yesterday, I watched Batman Begins before Breakfast on Pluto. I'm pretty sure that defines diverse (and a shiny obsession with Cillian Murphy). If only my Disco Pigs download would hurry up and download.

- I am hungry.

- Shit, I need to write my Dear Santa letter for Yuletide. D:

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October 25th, 2009

Writing is still hard.

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But editing might be worse.


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October 7th, 2009

This is news to no one.

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Writing is hard. :\

September 23rd, 2009


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After two days, TWO DAYS, I finally got my wireless working again. I'd like to claim in my defence that Shaw was being persnickety, and thus interfered with my troubleshooting, but in the end, it was a bum cable. A BUM CABLE. I didn't even think to switch out the cables with the extras until I reached Cid-level of *!*^@! cursing.


In other news, I'm an ungrateful twat. I've trained myself up to an average of 10k a week and suddenly it doesn't seem productive enough. 10k. A WEEK.

What is wrong with you, Blue? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU.

This icon is becoming more useful than originally anticipated.

September 17th, 2009

The only way to improve cheesecake and booze.

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From [info - personal] miko_no_da!

September 14th, 2009

Oh god.

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Roomie was just in to say goodnight and my email pinged, so, I checked it, right? And it was hilarious because it was yet more spam for BearTrapping.com or whatever, which just makes me giggle these days since I'm all zomg LIEV SCHREIBER every ten seconds.

So, so, I click load images so me and Roomie can see what bears they're pumping out (har) this week and have a giggle or two, and omg, Jesus Christ, the guy that pops up making eyes at us LOOKS LIKE MY BROTHER.



September 12th, 2009

This is in no way spoilery for this season. Just a warning.

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Dear Supernatural,

Baby, just so you know, if you kill Chuck, we're breaking up.

With fickle love,

I... I think I would write porn for Chuck. So adorable. :x

September 4th, 2009


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Just in case anyone was wondering, I am here to say that yes, switching 30,000 words of fic from present to past tense is indeed incredibly time consuming. AND ANNOYING. OMG. >:O

Bitch whine weeble wobble woe.

Random post is random.

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I have this insane craving for delicious Mexican food. I think I woke up this morning in the middle of a dream about the wonderful teeny taqueria Jess and Miko and I found on our roadtrip back from YCon a couple of years ago. Also, the evil twin was visiting last week, and my brain equates evil twin with California with TACOS.



August 17th, 2009

My life is a sitcom.

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My horny neighbour, my loud horny neighbour, transferred in to Roomie's office.



August 13th, 2009


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[info - personal] ponderosa was playing around with design stuffs the other day and made posters for some of my [info - community] kink_bingo fics! Which was probably a joint effort attempt at keeping from mumblemumble and not-so-subtly reminding me that my blackout probably isn't going to happen unless I haul ass. I think the blackout might be a lost cause. This makes me sad.

But posters, posters make me happy! Obviously I am biased, but this does not change the fact that they are full of awesome. Yes.

Bigger versions beneath the cut! Some NSFW language for you cautious peoples. )

August 12th, 2009

I get up and I say, Self.

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"Self," I say, "this not sleeping issue? Is becoming an issue. Stop it."

"Self," my Self says to me, "I would, but I'm too tired to listen to my bitching right now."

August 11th, 2009

This has been bugging me for a while.

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Some time ago (once my write started working again) I set myself a goal of 1000 words a day. I figured that was a nice, comfy goal. Room to wiggle. And if I had a shit day, a really, really shit day, 500 would do. But we're talking a lot of shit here. Monumental shit.

And every single day thereafter, even during that godforsaken heatwave, I met it. I did! And some days, I even surpassed it. We're talking like, 4000 words in a day here. That's a lot for me.


In other news, 'room' is also apparently another one of those words that has been ruined for me, but this time I can't blame porn. THANKS, ROOMIE.

I am not a morning person.

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And sometimes, I'm not sure if [info - personal] ponderosa's just fucking with me when she says stuff like, "meep. brb. need to put Rorschach's coat back in my coffee."

August 8th, 2009

This is only slightly dating myself.

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[info - personal] windsorblue forced, and I mean literally held me down and FORCED me to click on a link to an Eiffel 65 music vid. Never mind that she's in a different country, she totally did. And as the little blue guys are giving themselves head-bopping brain damage, and I cackle over the train wreck I can't look away from, I suddenly remember the old YTV Short Circutz computer animated shorts. You know, the ones they used to play between eps of Reboot and Beast Wars and reruns of Biker Mice from Mars?

I fling links. I have no idea if these are the proper titles, and the quality is crappy on some (aside from the omg-we're-still-kinda-new-at-this-computer-shit), but who cares. The music is either very pretty or very fun, and I claimed Styro as my theme music for awhile. It drove my brother insane. :D

The Pyramid
Breaking the Ice
Styro the Dog

And I'm not sure if this one is from the YTV batch, but have it anyway. :D Automatic Drums

There are probably half a dozen more at least, like the one at the diner and the record store, and I'm pretty sure I remember a Grecian-flavoured one, too.

Oh, nostalgia.

August 7th, 2009

The pitfalls of porn.

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For years writing GWing, I lost the ability to type 'quarter', instead typing 'Quatre'. Then, 'Sam' eliminated 'same' from my vocabulary.

Finally, I have lost 'cork' as I write a perfectly innocent scene and someone says over dinner, "Would you please stick a cock in it?"

August 4th, 2009

A short tale. In more ways than one.

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Here I am. Jonesing for porn. Again.

The evil twin is writing porn, but instead of giving me tidbits, she keeps saying things like, "Mike is mean," and "Aha! >:D" which, while scintillating, aren't quite cutting it.

I demand tidbits.

She says, "I HAD AN EVIL IDEA."

I think about mixing myself a drink.

Instead of hanging out with my pal, Jack the Emotional Crutch, I brilliantly say, "Two can play this game, baby!" and never mind she's not the one with the addict jitters.

Breaking open a word doc, I intend to get right down to business. Dirty, dirty business. And then-

Great. The neighbours are having sex. Either that, or the wolf they call a dog is humping the wall, because the wall, it is shaking. Shaking, rattling, and if a wall could roll, it would be.

I'm sorta reluctantly impressed.

About three seconds later, it stops, and I say to the evil twin, "Whew. Alright, well. That's over."

Maybe because I called out to Roomie to tell her I think the neighbours are fucking and now they're too embarrassed to keep their groove on. They probably think I am one rude, uncouth individual.

Either way, I guess the sex wasn't that great.
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