seperis | meme

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I think it would be fun to talk about stories, but the usual memes are like, "What happens next?" "Tell me about Character A?" Which isn't so much talking about stories as it is writing more of a story. But you know how sometimes you read something and you're like, "I got ___ out of this story, I wonder if I have that right?" or "What on earth was ____ supposed to be?" and it's too awkward to ask the author? Now you could totally ask!

I've heard people say that writing is hard because you have to make decisions, but we never really talk about the decisions we make with stories or why we make them. We talk about plot bunnies, but not about how we actually turn them into a story.

And it seems like a lot more fun to do that than to do working.

So, if you wanted, ask me questions! (Or use this to ask your flist to ask you questions).

What were you trying to do [here]? Why did you decide to ____? This is what I thought about xyz, is that what you were going for? What made you write ____? Why did you decide to do this? And so on.

Tbh, these sound like questions I ask myself in a fit of complete confusion after finishing a fic.

From

sanj

Bold any reasons that apply to you, strike out any that don't (if you feel like it), and add three reasons of your own to the bottom.

REASONS I WRITE FANFIC

1. To explore themes that I don't get to see in mass media using characters I love.
2. Because it's fun.
3. Because mass media does a crappy job of representing my race* and sexual orientation.
4. Because I can get more people aboard my ship writing a story than a manifesto.
5. Because TV science-fiction doesn't explore its science-fiction premises in enough depth.
6. Because it's a gift I can give a stranger and know they will enjoy it.
7. Because I resonate emotionally with the characters what I read and watch, and want to find out why by writing about it.
8. Because every tale is a universe, often with fascinating nooks and crannies that the original author never explored.
9. Because I've made some of my best and dearest friends through this very wacky hobby.
10. Because the world the creator made is vast, and I want to see more of it.
11. Because writing as a communal experience is amazing.
12. Because I can.

I have achieved assembling my Christmas village. It is now the size of a dining room table with a street specifically for public works. I need houses? I have a merchant's street as well. And a park. There is a Paddle Shop. I have never before nearly had to sit down in a public store becuase I wasn't sure I could keep my feet. And a Paddle Lady. Who stands outside! Selling paddles! Also, there are streetlights. A few. And lots of trees.

....so I'm speculating at my rate of buying, I have one more year before I am going to need another table added. I need a cottage, though. I have two farms and a Victoria house, but I think the rest of my people like, live in teh attics of the shops?

Will post pictures of village and bear collection. It is very cool. This year there is a Christmas Moose auxiliary! I have no clue where the moose came from, but them and teh snowmen showed up at some point, so it's--well, I'll be honest, where the hell did I get a moose and snowman auxiliary? And apparently, okay, since 2007 I have had this bunny in a stocking? I have pictures in my LJ! NO ONE KNOWS WHERE THAT CAME FROM.

If they're breeding, wouldn't they breed other bears? *disturbed*

In other news, I'm curious. Gakked from, um, everyone:

If I came with a warning label, what would it say?

Right.

Earthquake in Acapulco, so we have disease and disaster, let's wait for famine. I am placing twenty on locusts, and have started my pre-Thunderdome preparations, which is to make a list of lots of techopunk and post-apocalyptic movies to see what we're up against and what I should be looking forward to. Do we think Bladerunner could be a potential model? If anyone says "A Handmaid's Tale", we are not speaking again.

I have a feeling no one will be attractive covered in dirt and barbed wire, but you know, my standards doubtless will lower once the New Dark Ages come. They'll probably be something like "So how are you with building network accessible caves?" and "Can you hunt because I can't and that's just how it is."

The World Health Organization has raised the alert to DEATH TO ALL CTHULHU DELIVER US, though they are cleverly couching it in less inflammatory terms. Though I do appreciate that last line intoning about the last two great pandemics of 1968 and 1918. Because let me tell you, that is what I need to read right now.

Also, the US is under a public health emergency now. And right now over Texas, there are dark clouds and rain. Possibly these are related. Cthulhu is not pleased.

Okay, does anyone but me keep looking at their conveniently handy copy of The Stand and want to alert anyone who dreams of a.) Scary White Guy or b.) Magical Black Woman to please post immediately? Also, don't go to the Scary White Guy. I mean, in no book ever does that end well.

For current references on the sloping shape of darkness on the horizon like some kind of slow motion George Romero zombie movie, Death Map of Death. Go to the left column, click on check none, then cleck influenza, and stare in wonder at the marvels of technology that brings us the shape of our fate.

You may or may not know that a.) I slept really badly last night and b.) I had a very long day at work. I cannot say I would prefer my future life in a tent city fighting viciously for the last orange and shiving anyone who tries to get my network connection while I'm downloading the last known copy of Dr. Who, but I will say there is a sort of brightness in never having to return to work again.

So, to drag this out again--Your Post Apocalyptic Personal Ad, for when civilization falls. What skill sets are you looking for in a mate (group, commune, unit, etc) at the end of the world, and what can you offer in return? Yes, sex is completely acceptable.

swiped from

spike21

(I'm assuming, under protest, that I cannot bring them under my rule and therefore lead the revolution.)

Questions

You are in a mall when the zombies attack. You have:
1. one weapon.
2. one song blasting on the speakers.
3. one famous person to fight alongside you.

* Weapon can be real or fictional; you may assume endless ammo if applicable. Person can be real or fictional.

Answers

1.) Pyro from the X-Men. No one said my weapon couldn't be a person, and he burns things. Fine, fine, fine. Lightsaber. Blue, please.
2.) Coming Undone, Korn
3.) River Tam

Finished The Bourne Ultimatum. God.

My points of pondering are as follows; I think for me, a lot of movie watching is also a screening and interview process with an eye to the future. That being, the end of the world.

So I was thinking when I first ruminated on this that he's just that damn hot. But there's also this, and it hit me abruptly while considering the future Zombie Rebellion. It's not just the god-so-hot, or the guns, the blowing up things, the competence or the edge of barely leashed rage--it's my instincts and my ovaries. They look at him and say this man will be an excellent provider after the apocalypse. There is a very good chance you will survive.

Because I will be honest with you all; the day I have to hunt for my own food is the day you watch me starve to death. Let's make no mistake here; I can probably shoot it. And that is as close as I will get to it after. I have skillsets I think are valuable on the post-apocalyptic market (When I am told to run away so people with carbines can handle the zombies? I do. When someone says, lock yourself inside and don't come out! I will do so. I can get bloodstains out of almost anything (don't even ask), I can in fact hit a target with both gun and arrow (I ask you make the target larger than a peanut, though), and I can ice skate and snow shoe (should the apocalypse come with an ice age), and given materials, I can build things and fix things provided I understand what they are supposed to do (no, seriously. I can. It's not really useful right now; but when the zombies come? I will totally be. Just make sure you have duct tape around, plz).

No, seriously. It's like McGyver, except, well, Matt Damon, but you know, when you are looking for a mate at the end of the world, you really are going to want to go with someone with some kind of vague sociopathic disorder (so they will shoot the scary people for you quickly and efficiently and not worry about all that moral blah blah blah) or you are left to worry you will be someone he considers scary, or that they are really hungry and haven't seen any mutated deer for days. See how that works? You want someone who can get the electricity back on and fix your car and then when you are kidnapped by the zombies, will totally kill all of them to get you back before a nice lunch of canned beef in the special radiation proof fortress he built out of branches and leftover gum.

I'm not sure how you'd place an apocalyptic want-ad for this, though. I mean, I don't know about the rest of you? But I feel like just in case the zombies (Cthulhu, Ori, Lilith, First Evil, Wolfram and Hart) rise up against us, there should be a plan in place.

So now that I have totally made no sense: what would you list in your post-apocalyptic personal ad? (Let's pretend the Zombies don't touch the internet; Zombies need bad porn too. Please God, let the zombies like the internet).

Because everyone else is doing it.

From

keepaofthecheez:

So, I can't be the only one who gets a kick out of reading the testimonials on people's profile pages, right? It's great fun, and if it's someone I'm not familiar with, it's also the quickest and easiest way to get an idea of who they are, what they're about, and oftentimes it'll even get me interested enough to want to get to know the person better myself.

Who knows better than your flist if you're a sparkly princess, or an emo queen? If you like posting twenty times a day, or if you tend to go MIA.

How do you think other people would describe you in just one happy word, or a few gleeful sentences?

Cool.

Testify? Here?

And short list from my flist (I'm adding as I read through the list):

amireal - http://keepaofthecheez.livejournal.com/551388.html?thread=21425884&style=mine#t21425884

anatsuno - http://keepaofthecheez.livejournal.com/551388.html?thread=21327324&style=mine#t21327324

chopchica - http://keepaofthecheez.livejournal.com/551388.html?thread=21394396&style=mine#t21394396

digitalwave - http://keepaofthecheez.livejournal.com/551388.html?thread=21378012&style=mine#t21378012

ladycat777 - http://keepaofthecheez.livejournal.com/551388.html?thread=21330396&style=mine#t21330396

lovelokest - http://keepaofthecheez.livejournal.com/551388.html?thread=21391324&style=mine#t21391324

monanotlisa - http://keepaofthecheez.livejournal.com/551388.html?thread=21399772&style=mine#t21399772

slodwick - http://keepaofthecheez.livejournal.com/551388.html?thread=21233116&style=mine#t21233116

taraljc - http://keepaofthecheez.livejournal.com/551388.html?thread=21420764&style=mine#t21420764

tropes - http://keepaofthecheez.livejournal.com/551388.html?thread=21295324&style=mine#t21295324

wrenlet - http://keepaofthecheez.livejournal.com/551388.html?thread=21465052&style=mine#t21465052

Hmm. It's short enough now that I can probably keep up with a full list. No guarantees I can keep it up, though.

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Listing of Names and Links

( names special character - e )

( f-j names )

( k-n names )

( o-t names )

( u-z names )

Life, Universe, Much Less Than That

overheardfandom is up and running, mostly. This means be witty. Ironic puns also work. And post. It's not that I think everyone here exists for my entertainment...I'm sorry. I mean, I don't publicly admit I think everyone here exists for my personal entertainment. Totally different thing.

Unpopular Fannish Opinions of

eleveninches keeps making me giggle inappropriately, mostly because my list is long and it starts with every peeve I have on Sheppard characterization and what passes for meta. That's one through fifty, so you see this would take several livejournal entries and possibly citations.

But a. I am no longer attempting to single-handedly stroke out before I see the next episode b. I have a sense of humor, really, and c. I have decided that no one out there is really commenting on my personality type and introversion every time they talk about the evils of repression.

See? Better. Really.

Tagging

I think I need to explain some of my less than clear tags. I'm thinking the slow creep of insanity and the eternal darkness of sloths are perhaps less descriptive of their content than one might think.

Unpopular Fannish Opinions

You know mine. Sheppard, Sheppard, Sheppard. Sheppard. Did I mention Sheppard?

But here are the others. Spoilers for season so far.

( none of these can possibly be a mystery to anyone who reads here )

And I'll continue this when I think of five more.

Continuing adventures of a very small cubicle. In that there aren't any adventures. There is, however, a creepy amount of CNN reading. That can't be healthy.

So this is going around my flist. Privilege meme, below cut. Honestly, I had to read it a few times, because these are--to me--deeply random questions.

( huh )

Okay, I give up. What is that supposed to prove? Somehow--call me crazy--a question on whether one could afford electricity and heat at all, whether one's family vehicles were repossessed regularly, and whether or not pawning things for food might have been slightly higher priority than museums.

Feel free to explain how I'm wrong. I just have no context for what these questions are supposed to be slanted toward--for privilege, there's a very odd mix of socioeconomic/educational without actually hitting the main points and what appears to be culture. Is there supposed to be some kind of correlation between education and parenting skills/parental emphasis on certain things and not others?

ETA: context here from

siderea, picked up from another livejournal.

Even with that context...this still doesn't make sense. I have a vague thought on the standard being set here is lower-middle class, reading through, which explains why so many of the questions are an utter mystery for me, but I'm not sure what specifically is being tested for. Involved parents, educated parents, really motivated kid while in school?

It has occurred to me that fandom lacks a good Meme Repository.

By that, I mean, a place which stores all our meme ideas. The Unpopular Fannish Opinion! The Apology! The--other ones. Favorite fic! Etc!

So I tagged--some of mine to meme. And made a list. Because I'm feeling distinctly anal. Now: add please? And link to an example.

Caveat: The Love Meme and Hate Meme aren't individual entry but group work. I'm thinking the ones we do in our own ljs.

Caveat 2: Dates and genealogy provided are specific to me, as in when I did them, which was usually within a week of it making the rounds. If you have info on origin, variations, etc, feel free to correct me.

Right.

The Small But Eventually Will Be Larger Meme Record
(or, what to do when you're bored and really don't want to work on fic)

( okay, the list is way too long even with internal cut tags )

Huh. I know there are more, but yeah. Will search more later.

Fandom Love Meme hosted by

musesfool

We need a directory. If I wan't about to go grocery shopping, I'd do one myself for my flist, but y'all, check it and give love.

Gakked from--Jesus, my entire flist, but most specifically from

wickedwords as she is the one my eyes didn't slide by.

The 'Tell Me What to Create' AnonyMeme!

The rules are simple. You comment with your username, and people can tell you what they want to see you write. Or draw, or vid, or icon, whatever. Despite the name, they don't have to do it anonymously, though of course they certainly can. You then go through the comments and if you see that person who you've always wanted to write a Green Arrow AU set in the Terror, where Ollie is a Scarlet Pimpernel-esque figure, smuggling people out of Paris, then you tell them that they should write it.

Artists/writers/vidders are under no obligation to actually create these things, of course. But those memes are always fun when they go 'round and, well, I don't know about you, but I have no shame left and am fully willing to call a spade a spade: TELL ME WHAT TO WRITE, PLEASE!

I'm very curious. Er. I can promise at least one or two of the prompts will be answered within a month. Or two. No, a month. Okay. Thirty days.

Hmm.

*sad* This is my last day of leave. Actully, today I was supposed to go in, but I woke up still having problems with dizziness. I have never in my life looked forward more to getting off medication.

But anyway.

Gakked from

amireal and

cereta.

Ask My Fandom Opinion

Ask me one fandom-related question in the comments. This can be fandom specific, general, or about fandom/lj stuff/fic writing/etc. in general.

Just one question, please, but it can (and perhaps should) have sub-parts.

Question can be as wacky as you want. Ask me about tv shows, characters, fic in general, anything about any of my stories specifically. Whatever you want.

Fandoms: Hmm. Anything I've written in, anything you know I watched.

Not exactly ten unpopular fannish opinions, but i'm very, very, very bored. I do not mean the normal bored where

svmadelyn defensively pastes badfic into my Trillian window to shut me up, either. That way lies fic where someone gives someone an assbaby and later some people become hermits to avoid seeing anything like that again. Sometimes, we plot revenge against them, long-term and slow over a period of years that they will never see coming. Then with surgical precision we will close the trap around them when they least expect it and then, only then, will they understand how you couldn't crawl out from under your desk for a week and still can't gaze at your own ass without horror.

Ten true public statements we all believe with all our hearts--or do we??????

Notice the excessive use of question marks.

1.) You are perfectly okay with constructive criticism.
LIE: You want to hear good things. Those that do not tell you good things are tasteless barbarians and destined for hell.

2.) You are *fine* with being unfriended and do not take it personally.
LIE: You plot revenge, ask all your fifty closest friends what you did wrong, get despondent, and write goth poetry to your pain. Please. I've seen your notebook.

3.) You are good with everyone else's other pairings.
LIE: Other people's pairings that you don't share are stupid. Logic? What logic? They just *are*.

4.) You never tell friends about controversial locked posts they can't see that you can.
LIE: You totally copy the entire thing, post it in word, and send it to her and all your closest friends. All five hundred of them.

5.) You are above kerfluffles and do not read them.
LIE: You read them, you take sides, you sockpuppet, then you email all your friends and tell them to help out.

6.) You are mature and responsible when you get flames.
LIE: You post it to your LJ and mock the writer, invite others to do so, then compose long entries on their genealogy.

7.) You never mock badfic in private or in private locked LJ posts only shared with a few close friends.
LIE: Oh please. Your entire AIM buddy list, your aunt Margaret, and your best friend from kindergarten have been pasted pieces of this monstrosity so you can share the trauma.

8.) In all fannish arguments, you are the voice of cool, calm logic and reason. You respect other people's right to believe things you do not.
LIE: Are you kidding me? You kerfluffle at the drop of an adjective. People who don't agree with you are stupid. They need to be taught a lesson. And you, with your five hundred closest friends, will administer the spanking!

9.) You do not bother with stat counters on your webpage except to assure you don't go over bandwidth and to make sure that no one is hotlinking.
LIE: You totally check to see what is being read, where they are linking from, and what they're saying about you.

10.) You are fine when there is a locked post by someone you know that you can't see.
LIE: Oh my God, the lie. You find out who this person has friended, whine until they show you, and talk about how much you dislike filters, silently plotting revenge for being excluded.

I STILL DON'T FEEL INSPIRED TO WRITE PORN. GOD WHAT KIND OF A WORLD DO WE LIVE IN WHERE PORN IS SO HARD? COCK ASS BLOWJOB IT IS NOT HARD.

I--couldn't resist.

The Top Ten Ways You Know You Are Reading a Seperis story:

1.) Present tense, third person. Seriously, that is like the fingerprint of doom there.

2.) One paragraph = one sentence. No, really. One page can be like, ten entire sentences, much spindled and mutilated.

3.) Single person pov, and that someone is taking everything way too seriously.

4.) For about four pages, you will wonder if you missed the first part of the story. Then you realize--no, she actually *started* in the middle.

5.) Codicil to four: sometimes, you find out what happened in the beginning.

6.) Never met an adverb or adjective I didn't start a relationship with and offer marriage to.

7.) My OTP will be ohmygodsoinloveforeverandever if I have to end the world to get it to work out. In retrospect, you'd think I could find an easier way.

8.) Sometimes, there are long, long descriptions of food preparation, eating, and dressing. To this day, I still have no idea what I find inspiring about making a sandwich, but there you go.

9.) No one ever gets to have issue-free orgasms. No. The orgasms are (choose three):

a.) deep b.) deep and meaningful c.) rife with self-disgust d.) disturbing e.) possessive/stalkery f.) creepy g.) involving Lionel and/or Lucas Luthor h.) depressed i.) miserable j.) way too long in coming. k.) seriously overthinking it l.) requiring alcohol m.) requiring therapy n.) sometimes requiring medical intervention o.) with the wrong person (requires c, d, e, f, g, h, i, or l in conjunction)

10.) and I ran out there. So. Yeah. Nine! Yay me!

I have discovered I can save myself a lot of stress archive-hopping by assuming that whatever story I click will involve mpreg tentacle sex and brace myself. Surprisingly, this makes pretty much three quarters of everything readable, even with wonton thing, the probate/prostrate/prostate thing, the prehensile thing, and the thing I can't talk about anymore becuase I always start crying.

Seriously, try it. You will find, nine times out of ten, you will really find you like the story. It's that tenth story that's the killer, really.

Things and Those

I started, strangely enough, to start thinking of my rec page and updating it with current fandoms. I started with Atlantis, since it's still fresh enough to remember where the stories are, and of course there can't be that many.

I said that then. I say now, after coding one hundred and ten recs, that wow, I kinda underestimated there. Harry Potter came in second, and I can't find my page of Smallville links, which means I may need to poach off of

svmadelyn again to remember which ones I like. And I could swear I had some House ones somewhere, but hell if I can find them now. *sighs*

My fingers hurt. Also, my head hurts, becuase nothing would do but I *re-read half the stories I was reccing*. Anyway, hopefully have that done this weekend. I still have a few stray stories to chase down that I have to sadly summarize as "Well, the aliens made them have sex, and a bathtub was involved" and "the aliens made them have sex, but pollen was involved" and the classic "the aliens made them have sex, and there was so much bondage involved". Because I have discovered that aliens making people have sex is apparently second only to being well armed as Kink of the Millenium in jennland. Thank you God, flashfic, and Atlantis. That is so something I needed to know. No, really. THANK YOU.

You know, I don't do memes enough. Gakked from

wearemany

1: Name your ten favourite titles from stories you've written (or, if you're not a writer, just name your ten favourite titles).

I'll go one better and tell you why.

Standing in the Common Spaces - Smallville/Spiderman the Movie, Lex Luthor/Peter Parker, Lex/Clark Kent, Peter/Mary Jane, some really strange Peter/Clark
( explanation )
A Memory of Waking - Smallville, Clark/Lex
( explanation )
On the Merits of Chicken to Soothe the Savage Beast - X-Men the Movie, AU, group
( explanation )
On a Man and His Penis - X-Men the Movie, Logan/Rogue
( explanation )
In Pursuit of a Sensation - Star Trek Voyager, Paris/Torres
( explanation )
In a Thousand Miles - X-Men, Logan/Rogue
( explanation )
In the Absence - Smallville, Lex Luthor/Lucas Dunleavy
( explanation )
Don't Blink (Or You'll Miss it) - Queer as Folk, Brian
( explanation )
Colder in My Skin - Queer as Folk, Justin, Brian/Justin, etc.
( explanation )
Pretty When You're Mine - Smallville, Clark/Lex
( explanation )

2: If you happen to be working on some creative writing project, fanfiction or NaNoWriMo or what have you, post exactly one sentence/paragraph/whatever from each of your current work(s) in progress in your journal. It should probably be your favorite or most intriguing sentence so far, but what you choose is entirely your discretion. Mention the title (and genre) if you like, but don't mention anything else -- this is merely to whet the general appetite for your forthcoming work(s).

Like I don't whore myself out whenever possible.

"No. I can--" Clark pushes off the wall and almost holds his balance. A second upright, then he's stumbling, groping for purchase on smooth tile, and Lex is across the room, jerking the door open and catching Clark before he falls into the wall. Bones he can feel moving beneath his hands, black circled, bloodshot eyes, yellow skin as fragile as parchment, and that feeling again--that other Lex, who wants to tell him how this is done. We do *this*. We touch him and stroke him and comfort him. We bathe him and dress him and tell him how proud we are of him and then we fuck him. We tell him we love him and he believes it as much as we do.

--Landscape, Smallville, unposted

Clark wakes up with an unfamiliar grogginess, the kind that comes only after sleep, the real kind, the kind that lasts forever, rested everywhere, every muscle loose, feeling--God, good. So good. Good enough not to want to move, just lay there, surfacing by inches, first to the warmth of the bed beneath him, the heavy, unfamiliar bedclothes, the slide of fine cotton sheets against his skin at his first experiemental shift. So good. So *fucking* good.

--Pretty When You're Mine, Smallvlle, wip

Turning, sleek and sophisticated in dark blue wool and boots, she looks like exactly what she is--the smartest, most dangerous woman alive, watching him with the professionally blank expression of a journalist with an interviewee they can't stand. "Fourteen hours ago, someone leaked to Daniel that Lex Luthor has been caught engaged in a extramarital affair in the White House during a reception for the Prime Minister of Japan."

--Breathe Dust, Smallville, Somewhere'verse, unposted

This morning, they had a briefing, where Sheppard said nothing at great length and strapped on weapons with a degree of enthusiasm that Rodney found just a little creepy, and not a little hot. Hot in that way that fatigues, dress uniforms, and army issue boots become the height of sexy when that makes up the entire range of clothing choices for whoever you take to bed, and that, in a single sentence, is why Rodney hates the military. Midriff tops and short skirts, not to mention *jeans*, never hold a candle to a artistically unbuttoned uniform jacket these days. Hell, the closest he's come to seeing skin recently is the week the environmental controls went off and suddenly, everywhere, short sleeves, bare arms, and, for one glorious moment at the Atlantean three to five pm, boots shed, and God, *ankles*. Closest to sex, too, but that's not entirely new, just a continuing theme of working too often with too-small groups of too-many annoying people.

--These Things, Stargate Atlantis, unposted

He should be. He should be asleep in that frightful mound of military issue blankets and thinking that one day, he's going to wake up to discover Sheppard's stripped naked, gone native, and become one with nature, and God, Rodney can *imagine* hunting him down and talking him down off some kind of alien tree to abandon his stick-spear and rejoin civilization. Not to mention that he'll have to explain to Elizabeth how none of them managed to notice that Sheppard just might be on the edge of some kind of really spectacular, public kind of collapse.

--Sleeper, Stargate Atlantis, unposted

There are stupid things he misses. Not the obvious ones, really. He doesn’t miss coffee like he thought he would, and he doesn't miss television. He doesn't miss beds with sheets and interior plumbing and lights that turn on with a thought. Sleep. Fried food. His laptop. All those things he would kill to get back. All of those things he *has* killed to get back. And there's little chance he won't do it again.

It's just--not what he misses.

--Mirror, Stargate Atlantis, unposted

My fannish manifesto of my active fandoms of choice. If you can beat this for sheer superficiality, you just *try*.

Queer as Folk

1.) Brian naked. Seriously, they must save a *lot* of money on wardrobe with all the flouncing about Brian does with his little Mr. Wriggly. Brian. Naked. Any given episode, a better than average chance of seeing Brian stripping down to beyond the undies. This man? Cannot possibly be eating. I applaud it. Stay with the dry crackers and water!

2.) Nakidity, period. Any. Given. Episode. With sex. This is, in fact, soft porn, but without the attached worry of wandering out of Sweet Dreams XXX with an unmarked brown paper bag in your hands looking around for someone you know to see you.

3.) Did I mention all the pretty nakedness? This cannot be emphasized enough.

4.) At any given time, any two characters on the show could have sex, or could have had sex in the past. It's kind of like a really random drinking game, but canonical! Except for the staight people, who never get laid. Debbie doesn't count. Cause we don't like to think of her having sex, so we block it out. A lot.

5.) If you ever want to know exactly what those positions you've been writing as a slash writer look like, this is the place for you. This can be considered educational. This can also be scarring if it involves Emmett and Ted, so I suggest fast-forwarding through those bits. Trust me, there's lots of warning. Emmett looks constipated every time. Just hit the button.

Smallville

1.) Lex, naked. Once. In the first season. You would'nt think this would be a selling point, but let me point out, I can list the episodes I've seen more than his wrists. His *wrists*. Okay? I can count them *on one hand*. Lex naked is a lot more naked than most people are naked. It's--very. Naked.

2.) There's a better than average chance that there will be mpreg at some point, considering the plotlines already used. You think I'm kidding? I'm so not.

3.) Horrifying old school fanboy friends by reciting in detail why you think Clark would bottom, using examples from the episodes.

4.) Almost canonical incest! There hasn't been this much family trees branching inward since Flowers in the Attic! If Season Four gave us nothing else, and let's face it, it didn't, it gave us that.

5.) Clark is naked. A lot. One might say his manly and waxed young chest is pretty much the one thing SV has going for it these days. We are thankful.

I've been reading the wide variety of rants currently available for public consumption. It's like Christmas! But with less in the way of food.

What really got me thinking is the multi rants on misogyny in fandom. Which of course, got me thinking--mostly of a, okay, what? That kind of thing. I don't necessarily buy that hating female characters in slash is a sign of misogyny. At least, not as a constant answer. So I did the thing any logical person would do and listed my most hated characters, then sorted them out by reasons.

( and big fun! whee! )

Um, took this from someone. 110 banned books thing. Bold is read, italics is skimmed/skipped around in.

Where *did* this come from? I cannot find the post! And I am *disturbingly unwell-read.

( 110 banned books )

Years of holiday specials have left me with a certain expectation that holidays should have Wacky Hijinks. This, however, doesnt' happen unless I consciously make an effort, and even then, you know, not so much with the spontaneous.

*sighs*

On the other hand, this is All Day Buffet at Casa De Us, and that makes everything okay.

I'm bored now. Food has been consumed, and the turkey is putting everyone to sleep. This would be a great time to go on a rampage, but I'm too full to think about it. Much.

So. Redux. From February 2003, the apology meme. I found it on

boniblithe's LJ, but I have no idea where it si now.

Or, How I Have Abused My Characters And Liked It, and Now I'm Almost Sorry. Stories February 2003-November 2004, two fandoms.

Okay, is it just me, or am I a little violent sometimes?

( lalalala" )

I need something structured to do. Got the beta back from

issaro on Landscape 3 and am currently staring at it, thinking, you know. That is so an apology meme waiting to be posted. Yet I am enjoying myself. Huh.

Ummm. Okay.

Gakked from

nonchop

If there is any question you would like to ask me about any one of my fics, then go ahead! What I meant by a particular line, why I chose that characterisation, what I was listening to as I wrote, what crack I was taking and where you can get some ... anything. Anything you might like to know about how I wrote a fic, I shall do my best to answer.

Okay, working on rec page again. If you happen to read my Lj regularly and remember me reccing a lot of stories in any entries in the last year or so and happen to remember when it was, tell me? I've backdated to 2002 pulling stuff very randomly--man, I Lj a lot more than I thought. Unforutnately, my diaryland thing is gone--I wonder if I asked, if she'd send me the entire file of my entries? I'd been pulling stuff from there, especially

serrico's work with Hamilton and Victoria, but there's a lot of meteor-mutant fics that I'm missing and can barely remember. I keep thinkin gone day, I'll devote an entire rec page just to those kinds of stories, theyr'e just so cool. Well, those and Lucas. Mmm. I miss Lucas.

Lemming-ness is a highly underrated character attribute. Everyone else's lists seemed so varied and interesting. Mine--not so much. Hmm.

Best of....sort of

( jenn's best of's )

We got out of training Very Early, leaving me with the equivalent of forty-five minutes on my hands and nothing to do, since I carpool. Well, no. I could go shopping. And in this area? Get murdered.

It's oddly tempting.

Pairings Meme

Lessee--technically, six fandoms

( wow, more than expected )

*squints* That was kind of scary.

Okay, just a little longer.

I don't like using state computers. It makes me nervous.

Edited to add:
Forgot to add Scott/Gambit, written but never ever posted, for really, *really* good reason. Not one of my saner moments, really.

I have a paper cut the size of a valley in the Grand Canyon.

Yeah, that's certainly not the most riveting bit of trivia ever, but I've had to wrap my finger for two days now. The bandaid came off at work, requiring the use of clear tape, because, man, stings. A lot. Very Big Cut.

I'm bored. I am beyond bored. I am--doing a really, really useless, very old meme from last year, because I need to entertain myself and also, jumpstart the stupid non-speaking muse who is pretty much not doing much. Except wanting weird music to listen to. I mean, not even music that's writable, because let's face it, it's just not healthy to write to an Eminem/Tori Amos double punch, whatever the hell those songs are called, and man, the person that sent me that CD mix? Do you *want* me to write serial killer fic?

Brian and Justin, on the road, ritualistically kiling people between long nights of clubbing. Then Justin finds out he's an elf. And I don't care what you say,

josselin, the angst potential of a mixed-species relationship combined with serious sociopathic tendencies is just a recipe for fun any way you look at it. So there.

Right.

Meme--first and last lines of the last five fics you wrote. Or in my case, finished, because, well. I have scary numbers of WiPs wandering around.

With commentary, because I am *that* bored.

Firsts and Lasts

First:

Fluorescents make me look green, the penalty of being so fucking pale, and out here, it's this or pitch black, so I just wait, trying not to stare at my hands like they belong to someone else, and that someone not really human.

Last:

"I've always said a thorough education is key to a successful life."

Out in the Middle of Nowhere

( out in the middle of nowhere )

First:

"It's not even high test."

Last:

"It's a good night," Lex says airily, skipping back another step. Regressing happily into a misspent juvenile age where toilet papering your dad's Japanese garden is the most fun thing ever. Some things never change. Clark hopes they never will. "I think we'll just walk."

Stuck in the Middle (With You)

( stuck in the middle (with you) )

First:

Once upon a time...and isn't that how the best stories start?

Last:

It's going to hit like a freight train, he can feel it, any minute now, and it's never going to stop.

Stories Out of Childhood

( stories out of childhood )

First:

This, Clark thinks, has to be a dream. Not the ones where he's naked in class and supposed to be able to solve quadratic equations.

Last:

"Yeah," Clark says, distracted. "We're coming home."

This, Too (cowrite with

rageprufrock

( this, too )

First:

Brian watches the block drop from Lindsay's fingers, hitting the rug soundlessly. Gus hand shoots out, groping across the floor, and Brian obligingly shifts it closer, tiny fingers closing tight and pulling it close.

Last:

Maybe he'll let Lindsay persuade him to go shopping with them tomorrow.

Don't Blink (Or You'll Miss It)

( don't blink (or you'll miss it) )

Hi to new friends! *waves* Just you know, feel welcome. Pull up easy chairs and all.

It's late, I'm bored, and also, I'm the tiniest bit drunk, from, of all things, cherry schnapps. Which, by the way, is like sucking on a jolly rancher. The candy, that is. Sweet as hell.

Gakked directly from

jmtorres word for word.

I know very little about some of the people on my friends' list. Some people I know relatively well. I read your fic, or we have something else in common and we chat occasionally. Some of you I hardly know at all. Perhaps you lurk, for whatever reason. But you friended me and I thank you.

But here's a thought: why not take this opportunity to tell me a little something about yourself. Any old thing at all. Just so the next time I see your name I can say: "Ah, there's so and so...she likes spinach." (anyone who comments to say only that you like spinach shall be thwapped. unless, of course, that's the only thing of interest about you. but if you're just doing it to be smartass... *G*)

Hmm. To compensate, ask me any one question, if you wish, and I'll answer it as best I can.

I'm still getting over the other night when I didn't recognize

josselin's AIM name. Sooo embarassing. So very, very embarassing.

I missed SV and Angel. My time-sense is screwed. In theory, I knew it was Wednesday, but I kept thinking it was Tuesday, and I. Am. So. Pissed.

Of course, this *would* be the Seminal Damned Episode of the Fandom. Of COURSE I missed it.

In other news, thanks to a visit today, I will apparently be either sleeping or clinically insane tonight. I'm good with either one.

You know, every time I take a script, it scares me. I have no idea why, but for some reason, I'm just absolutely convinced I'll be part of that miniscule population that gets the horrendous, world-ending side effects.

On the other hand, all is well in fandom. Everyone is reacting as one might expect and Pru is making rumbling noises of doom. This is comforting.

Fiction

Cracky Daphne!Fic is titled, Stumble and Fall. Okay, right, sucky title, but right now, I'm just not functioning at peak effiency. Gar. Stupid body.

The Meme of Doom

I'm kind of with

destina on the entire weirdness of community supported, open bitching, becuase while it's cool, it's just disconcerting. Isn't this the stuff we repress on a daily basis?

*grins* And isn't it just a totally new and kind of weird feeling to see things you do making *multiple* lists?

But. I am a lemming, I'm just beyond the edge of giving a damn, and quite frankly, I'm kind of bored again.

I like fans. I am one. So I say this with love and respect. We are the most intolerant people in the world. We are not a group to go c'est la vie when someone disagrees or does something/writes something we don't agree with. We declare fandom war at the drop of a syllable.

I'm often tempted to ask if forcible tranquilizing is really that bad of an idea, when all's said and done.

So. In that spirit, my ten. Some contradictory, some not.

1.) Get over the bitching about people's quirks. You're not being held down and forced to use their icons, listen to them prattle, or join their strange cliques. It's their quirk. If you can't stand quirks, I'm way more worried about your sanity than their fetishization of an actor's clothing choices.

2.) Fic is fantasy. It will never, ever approach the complexity of reality, and frankly, writers are not here to do your PSAs for you on the dangers of drugs and unprotected sex, the trauma of rape or incest, or the realism of homosexual acts. That's what nonfiction and direct observation are for. You don't like how the fan is doing it/don't think the fan is approaching it with the gravity it deserves? Use the back button. Have at it.

3.) Every time someone does something inadvertently stupid in fandom? We really don't have to all get together and decry it for several journal entries over a few days time. No, really. There are other subjects. Try to find one.

4.) Call it what you will--going into a community devoted to one thing to try and preach the anti-thing? Whatever it may be? Trolling. Yes, that includes even the communities filled with dumbasses.

5.) In that vein -- passive aggressive trolling is still trolling. Going into other people's/fandom's LJ/MB to make sugary-sweet loaded comments, knowing that it'll piss the person off and doing it for that reason, just so you can play victim/show it off/post a link and mock for your buddies/friendslist/part of fandom? Trolling. You are a troll. Deal. Intention is everything.

6.) Popularity isn't random or magically bestowed by the powers that be. If a writer is more popular than you are? There's a chance they're writing something that works for more people, and just because you don't agree? Does not autmoatically make them idiots.

7.) Niceness is overrated. So are group hugs.

8.) Being offended is a choice, and so is responding to it. There really aren't a lot of innocent bystanders in fandom. Don't play one.

9.) Making Absolute Pronoucements from On High regarding Your Fandom of Choice/Fannish Behavior/Whatever is annoying, counterproductive, and pretty much guarantees a lot of knee jerk disagreement even from people who agree. It's also funny as hell.

10.) Mocking things is fun, natural, and actually lowers blood pressure. No, really.

rageprufrock is warming my heart with her temper regarding the ep. Love her dearly.

Unfortunately, the funniest thing that happened today is so contextual it won't make any sense to anyone who doesn't work where I do. This is one of the few times in my life I literally could NOT stop laughing. Laid on the keyboard, my instructor almost patting my shoulder because, seriously, only I could manage something like this.

Okay, I'll try it like this.

The new system that's being implemented around the end of the month is what we're being trained to use--a lot of automation for some basic tasks, new stuff, etc. Lots of stuff we're used to doing by hand, so expect me to lose any ability to write with a pen soon. Anyway, we were learning how to edit cases, and one of the exercises is to add a child to one of the cases.

Sounds simple, right?

It actually IS. I skipped a step by accident, but came back to it and finished up, then couldn't figure out why the program didn't tally right. Hmm, thought I, so I went to look. Child had been made Head of Household, which is basically a term for the parent of the family who made the application. I also had managed not to actually add him to anything except in this one record.

I'll fix! I thought. Easy.

One hour, forty five minutes later, Child was still there, still head of household, and not moving. I tried to delete him off the case--he would not delete. I took away his social security number and his ability to speak English--okay, that last part was just malice, but his Swahili was excellent, I might add. Nothing. Finally, my instructor leaning over me, I asked if I could kill him.

Between the two of us, we could not find the function that let us declare him dead.

Stupid Refusing To Die Fictional Kid on a Case. Unfortunately, these cases are what we've been building from the beginning of the course--I can't just delete it off and start over, because I don't have all the information anymore. So. Stupid Non-Dying Fictional Child is still there, still mocking me, and I cant' use that case to go any farther.

Okay, use this case, Instructor says, giving me a new case number that was around the same level as mine had been before Stupid Non-Dying Fictional Child refused to go away. This one I errored out on several times and it gave me a Please Call System Administrator warning when I was trying to add his school information. Huh, says professor. He found another one and watched entranced as I managed, and neither of us know how, to get the entire family disqualified.

He worked my first case and then my third, and could not figure out what on earth I'd managed to do. I could have found a bug in the system. Either that, he theorizes, or I emit a strange, magnetic forcefield of some kind that is, in fact, causing the computer to become the technological equivalent of insane.

Either those two, or, he said, looking me in the eye, or my work computer is, in fact, really that pissed about the technodultery.

I. Am. So. Tired. One more day. Even I can't crash a system in one day. I think.

Isn't it nice there's fic to read when I drag myself home?

":A HREF="http://www.livejournal.com/users/scribblinlenore/29585.html" TARGET="_Top">Billy Swanson. Oh wow. Clark and Lana, Clark and Lex, and passion. The achingly slow, careful exploration and realization, almost inevitablity, just completely captivated me. Sad, painfully accurate Lana, wonderfully written Clark, and a Lex still avoiding. I love it. And you will too.

Quote of the Day

Has anyone ever actually freed a cock from its denim prison?

What's the procedure for that? Is there a parole hearing first? What if the cock is a repeat offender? Or if it's spent time in solitary? Does a plea for clemency help at all?

How about a record of good behavior?

I want to marry

reetchick when I grow up. I really, really do.

Why I Friended You: Volume III

I swear, I was going to finish tonight, but I am fried. Hopefully, have enough energy to read porn. Or at least, look at it longingly.

*hugs to everyone*

No particular order here, just grabbing and answering as I can.

transtempts -- don't hate me--I don't remember the specific reason why I friended you originally, but I can tell you why I love reading your LJ. It's the Angel spoilers and occasional thoughts you have on it, amongst a LOT of other things, but that's what jumps out. I was SO not watching the damn show (in mourning for Doyle, you see). I avoided, avoided, avoided, then ran across something you posted before the Conner/Cordy thing and I was like, huh. Maybe.... *sighs* Now I'm addictd, dammit. Stupid show. *grins* And your daily commentary is a LOT of fun to read. Short, slightly ironic, and giggle-inducing at times.

goss -- it was the South Park thing--Beth sent me a ton of graphics on CD and I fell in love with those and had, had, had to find the creator. You know, as to keep up more easily and all. I love your art and your sense of humor, and I really get a huge kick out of your LJ. *grins* It just makes me happy.

edie22 -- I could not, for the life of me, find the log I made of some IRC chats, because that's where we met forever ago, but yeah. I liked chatting with you there and when you came to LJ, of course, HAD to keep up. Plus, EXTREMELY hot fic, and your LJ always has something vaguely off-beat about it that makes me want to come back and check it out.

ladyvyola -- I started reading your LJ when I was still in diaryland--it was just a good way to keep up with Ljdom and still stay where I was. *g* You crated and maintain that wonderful icon communtity I like to visit sometimes, and you're just so all-around nice that it's one of the few places I go when I just don't want anything even VAGUELY gripey floating around my head. *hugs* And you do some seriously good recs.

nestra -- Hmm. I think your reputation preceded you in this one--I'd read some of your work and enjoyed it, and when you came on LJ, really, had to keep up and see what you did. I like following what you do and how you do it, and you do some wonderfully diverse recs. LJ-stalking. It's all the rage. *g*

*****

I have chocolate, tea (apricot, Bencheley), and porn. Okay. Relaxing commences....now.

But seriously? Stupid Fictional Kid IS going to die. I'm so feeling the deathy vibes here.

A few more, in no particular order. *grins* It scares me less than doing these in bulk. I do a few, go voila! And then feel I have accomplished something.

Why I Friended You: Volume II

xnitelite -- *thinking* You friended me and I was reading your LJ. Specifically? I don't know what exactly pushed me over. I really don't. It's like asking, why do you like chocolate? *grins* Because I *do*. You don't meta often at all, but when you do, it's thoughtful and it's something you obviously thought about. You're a good writer and I REALLY enjoy reading your fics and drabbles--and yes, I know, I almost never comment and I feel remarkably stupid about that. *hugs* It's like storyville in your LJ, all the time! *grins* Perfect for a fix. Really perfect.

mistressace -- because the very first entry I read, I almost got a hernia laughing. You're fun in a "I know I will hurt my keyboard" type of way, all off-center and enjoyable and *different*. But it's more than that. I like how you stand up for yourself when it's necessary, though I wish it never had to be. Necessary, that is. I love how you bounce back from adversity and wish I was half as philosophical about life as you are. I admire your candor and honesty and your strength all at once.

plum_evil -- that's a silly question, sweetie. You're *you*. Fandom doesn't make you interesting to me, you're just fascinating all on your own and have been since I first started reading your blog last year. All the cliches--smart and funny and kind and snarky--but all the non-cliches, too. Like--*thinks*--this total stream of consciousness thing you have going sometimes in your LJ--it's almost like being hardwired into your head, a little. You're sensible, but not pendantic. You rove around fandom and have such strong opinions, but you never belittle others when you do, and that's really, really rare. It makes meta pure pleasure and thought, exchange of ideas.

tstar78 -- aww, honey, how could I not? I think I friended you well before we started chatting on AIM, which was very, very cool, and I'm not entirely sure of why I did originally. I think it was your light, airy LJ, filled to the brim with yourself, all energy and sparkly enthusiasm and *life*, or besides that, the fact you wrote wonderful stories that caught my imagination from the first word, or it could be that you seemed like a person I would like if we ever met in RL. But I can tell you why I still read you. You're a friend and I want to keep up with you, follow along in what you write, find out what you're thinking, whine to you and let you be comforting, like finding a friendly face in a crowd of strangers. And you know I'd do the same. *hugs*

zarah5 -- hee. I ran across that SV story I sent you feedback on--for the life of me, I can't remember the title, but God, it was so good. And I was staring at your name, thinking, this person needs to be stalked. But with subtlety. And I decided that my cleverst plan would be to go into your LJ and see if you had any other things around for me to devour whole. And so you did. But it wasn't just the stories. It was all that sparkliness--like tstar, so damn much energy you make me wonder how I can steal some. Thoughtful and amusing, and jumping from subject to subject until I was dizzy. I went through about a month of posts before I hit friend, and it only took me THAT long because I didnt' want to stop reading. So we only share SV as a fandom--your views into your other fandoms are just as interesting, and you make them something that I want to keep up with, devour, even if I don't participate myself.

destina -- So you didn't ask specifically. I just did it anyway. You're very bright. Not like, bare lightbulb in a Memphis rent-by-the-hour motel, but like candlelight, the good kind, the white ones that are very long and smell like vanilla and cost so much, but even though you can't afford it, you buy them anyway. Peace and strength, I think, but also, poetic. I love your LJ because that's how I feel when I read it--like I'm in some bright room in a Southern mansion, smelling vanilla while I ponder out the mysteries of the universe with a quill pin in hand. Soothing and calming, but also thoughtful and rich and deep. Every entry you make feels like that, even about mundane things.

rageprufrock -- you're like, the opposite of Destina, in a good way. A really, really good way. You kill puppies! And stuff. *g* Okay, no. You're so passionate about everything--frustrating and annoying (in a good way, you understand) and enchanting and fascinating, like being given a really big dose of caffeine all at once, and I'm usually high for *hours* after you've had a good rant, just from all the energy in it. I don't even care if I agree with you anymore, because I just enjoy watching you GET like that. Your meta's great, your RL stuff is hysterical, and you engage me as a writer with your prose and as a journaler by your thoughts. Meeting you on AIM and chatting just confirmed everything I'd thought when I first found your LJ--all of that was really *you*, and God, how do you DO that? It's amazing. And addictive as hell.

*lalalala* Nestle is my friend. My good, good friend.

Five Ways Clark Kent Didn't Get Laid by Celli. Tell me you aren't in love with her. Go ahead. Just try. Because whoa doggies, does Clark get out there. Whee! All are good. Some are surprising. And man, the hotness never ends. Go Celli!

I'm random AND wired AND high on chocolate. I love Nestle. I swear, it can almost make up for anything. Even the tooth sitch.

Since a few people want to know why I friended them, I'll start now while I have time and a lot of good vibes. And also off the cuff, like, first impressions wise.

Okay, here we go.

celli Okay, I'm not sure of the original reason I friended you, though I think--*think*--it was during my SV blitz of reading everyone who wrote something I liked. However, that's not the make or break for friending. I liked your LJ. *grins* It's strange, I know, but when someone friends me or I find someone interesting, I usually try and make time to read two weeks worth of their LJ to see what kind of person they are, what they do, how they think, etc. And I really, really loved your LJ--upbeat, interesting, fun, with all these little slices of life in the fannishness. And I dearly love your work--seriously, it's so good and so consisent and you do really unusual things, and it makes me want to keep up with you. After we started chatting, it just became--more focused. *grins* I like you, therefore, I shall read your journal daily. Perhaps several times a day, even.

wubba -- *grins* This I remember, since it was relatively recent. I'd JUST decided not to friend anyone else for a few months, since I was having trouble keeping up, and then I stumbled across a link to something--oh, a few weeks before. That I'd MISSED. And you know, intentions, whatever, I had to friend immediately. I really do enjoy your LJ a lot, and it's--I want to say soothing, but that sounds really dumb. It's just nice to read it. Relaxing? You're just fun. And I really, really like fun.

kernzelda -- okay, I went to your LJ after you friended me--I can't remember how long after, so don't ask. And immediately, of course, forgot to do my two week read, and then--hmm. I want to say you commented in my LJ, and I looked at it and thought, hmm. I recognize that name! So I went to your LJ and liked it. Though seriously, you don't post enough there. You had interesting comments in my LJ that made me want to keep up with you and see what else you were thinking. Which is, apparently, a lot. Very happy with this.

lainy122 -- okay, mea culpa, I don't remember why. The two week rule though was in effect if I remember the time period correctly, though. But how about this--I keep reading because you make me laugh a lot. Like Celli, you make your life sound like so much fun and I like reading about it. It's--relaxing just to sit down and giggle with some coffee, you know? And this title Hey, I've been turned into a cow. Can I go home? for an entry? How the hell would I ever be able to stay away? Of course, I can't. But yes, for all those reasons.

weredonit your username. *grins* No, not that. Well, I don't think so, anyway. *thinks* Your icon? No, hold on, let me think. *grins* I like your take on fandom when you feel like it. I've never seen you be malicious at any time to anyone. And I wanted to get to know you, in that LJfannish way, so LJ was the perfect place to do so. You have this gift of snark that just does good things for me.

dijianna -- hmm. Okay, I remember because you posted in my LJ in comments, and I went to your LJ while surfing to check out what you were up to. I simply loved your recs journal--good reading! yay!--but I also found your thoughts engaging enough to want to follow along, just to see where you'd go. I'm such a sucker for interesting, provoking thinkers.

valentinemichel - I remember this. Again, relative recentness. Yay! I was looking at your work in Level Three, actually, and then noted that someone by that name was in LJ--I think you had friended me. Interested, I went to check it out, and lo! It was the writer! So okay, not so much a huge Clexer, but you wrote so well. And your posts amused me hugely. You also think a lot, and I like people who do that. In comments in my LJ, you left really thought-provoking stuff that really got me thinking. And I like that, too. And seriously, that bend toward the dark? Does good, good things to me. Few writers do it well and consistently at the same time, but your take is so--unusual. It kept my attention riveted. Even if I didn't think I'd agree with the characterization normally, your stories reconciled me to it. That make sense?

fox1013 *grins* Remember when we met in chat? I just barely recall, but I thought you were cool there, and I liked you, therefore, I friended you. And I never, ever find you boring. You like to rant, but it's not ever the kind of stuff that makes me feel like you're being militant or agenda-izing. They're cool to read. And I like you. *g* I love how your mind works--the most bizarre tangents, the most interesting and strange posts, seriously, it's sometimes hard to look away. Muppets, I ask you! MUPPETS! *G*

Okay, more later. Must think of porn. Porn. Porn. NEED it.

I'm being an individual lemming. I am the lemming with his hat on backward! Yes!

Okay, no. I'm tired and kinda burned out, but I'd prefer that you think that theory one up there is the reason for the...

Twelve of Twenty Anonymous Comments on LJ users. Or something like that. Other eight as soon as I have gotten down ten pages of something fictional.

I love snark and I really, really love unapologetic snark. So wow. And because I like you and because you really, really amuse me. And because you sort of scare me, hence, I keep you on the list to keep an eye on you. God knows what you'd pull if I looked away too long. Probably something VERY interesting that I'd be pissed that I missed. And well, you know. Stalking for fic. That really can't be underestimated, don't you think?

God, where do I start? I could be this entire cliche of smart! Funny! Interesting! Love you! But then again, it's also because you're not always all of those things and sometimes you're a lot more. You keep touch with a lot of fandoms, which is fun for fandom-in-a-minute reading, and because you really, really don't have any problem with saying exactly what you think, and saying it very, very, very loudly. Often, even. I admire that. And simply because I like you, which I guess isn't that great a reason, but there it is. So I like to keep up with what you're up to.

It was the snark. The very first post I ever read by you when I was still in diaryland, and it totally killed me. This amazing, flexible, incredible sense of humor that blew my mind. Still does. When you're *on* like that, there's no competion. And it doesn't hurt that you're an incredibly good writer. Nope.

I read LJs for like, tons of reasons, from the really deep to the simply 'ooh, shiny' principle, and I friended you originally because you friended me, but. I read two weeks back to see what kind of person you were and what you liked to talk about, and everything fascinated me. You make life seem--more dramatic, more colorful. You give me a look into fandoms I don't really participate in and you make them interesting. And you're relatively sane, and I really like that in people. *grins*

Even though you don't do it often in LJ, I like your meta, and its rareness was enough of an incentive to add you so I wouldn't miss it. Also, well, ficness updates, always good. You rarely back down, if ever, and while I've rarely agreed with you a hundred percent, but I can't think of a time I didn't find an unsettling amount of agreement going on somehow, even when I didn't want to. And in that, you've never, ever actually made me *want* to disagree from pure stubborness, which is a bad habit I've picked up in LJland. I don't know you well enough to know if I like you, so much as I know I absolutely respect you. And well, you scare me. But only on alternate weeks.

You're a challenging person in every way--as a writer a thinker, a journaler. Nothing quite turns me on like high intelligence coupled with the ability to use it well. In a manner of speaking. I like being forced to reconsider and clarify and back myself up, and I like being called on stupidity when it's as blatant as I can almost always manage. I respect those who stand their ground--I respect them even more when they take the high road when they do it.

Artist and writer and penultimate MR girl, and you should, I think, have a poster devoted to you. *grin* You're relaxing and comfortable and the opposite of boring, and I like that. You make me smile and you enjoy everything so much, even things I don't, that you make me enjoy them too.

We've known each other for a while but are finally getting *to* know each other now, which is absolutely wonderful. Cliches like 'you're fun' are cliches for a reason, because it's absolutely true. You are. You make me laugh and you make things fun and you pimp fandoms irresistibly. I love it.

I don't know. It was an accident when I was doing that friendfriend thing that will probably be the death of any free time I have in the future, and you had this post--it wasn't even a really ranty or meta one, but it completley caught my imagination. Writers are good at that, but few journalers are really skilled at making something that would normally be boring be riveting. And since, I haven't stopped reading. I just like to watch where you go.

I adore you. Because you make domestic sexy and hot and endlessly entertaining and because you make LJ this place that's bright and shiny and completely fun, even on days it isn't. Because I really like you.

I respect you as a writer, which was Thing One. I liked you as a journaler, Thing Two. I enjoy your infrequent meta, Thing Three. *hmm* Because you write things and make them very, very real, and there was this one post you made one year that made me not only cry, but also get disturbingly into the entire concept of the natural good fo mankind. You give good, practical advice. And you're so absolutely sure of yourself.

Being funny is a highly underrated skill, as it seems to be applied to anyone with a sense of humor, whether or not that humor is, well, any good. Yours is just incredible, rarely hurtful, and always, always makes me giggle.

I'm curious--is anyone interested in why I friended them? I didn't think anyone really would be, but, well, I just bought two bars of Nestle Chocolate and my mood? Has taken SUCH an upturn. Leave comment if interested. Completely ignore and poke fun at if not.

Nestle. Seriously, chipped tooth, work tomorrow, and Other Assorted Frustrations? Have nothing on two bars of solid chocolate and enough caffeine to poison a small, non-industrialized city.

Following Standard Lemming Procedure and doing the Meme. Because, a.) I have the day off and b.) arkham just kicked my ass (Dev, Clark's a hugely insane brat, you know and c.) I really don't have anything to do.

So hmm.

*****

Writer you most wish wrote your genre or OTP

cesperanza, Mustang Sally, Darkstar, Bishclone.

taraljc with doubles -- because I would love to see her try Clark/Lex. I think she'd do some seriously unusual things with the characterizations than most of us do.

There's like, entire FANDOMS of people I'd like to transplant over. But one I know never will until I re-enter het is Dangermom, because I love how she characterizes. Dammit. Depressing.

There SHOULD be a question on who you'd drag back to your fandom despite the fact they got away and MAKE them stay--that would be Te, Merry, Julad, Mako, Lori, shallot (oh damn, would I pay for this one), Maude M, elynross, Kassie and Lar, Maygra, Kellie Matthews, Brancher....

I'd probably bliss out and never be seen again. But mmm. Worth it.

*looks to wish-list* Anyone want to give me these for Christmas? *hopeful*

Writer you did a dance of joy when you got feedback from

Te. Like, literally on this one. Basingstoke. Merry. Livia. Julad. *thinks* Diebin and Donna in X-Men movieverse. Everyone in Voyager.

Writer you would read pretty much anything they wrote

Te, Bethy, Jane St. Clair, RivkaT

Writer you admire from afar/would love to get feedback from

Jane St. Clair. You mean like a wishlist? *flushes* Trust me, my list is neurotic in the extreme.

Writer(s) who have most influenced your style in some way

Wow, that one's a no-brainer. Te-dominant. Bishclone for my early X-Men work and some of my later SV. Bethy and Victoria. Most recently Pru and Koimistress.

Writer you most want to meet and chat fic with

All of them. This isn't a short list.

Writer you most want to meet and chat smut with

Anyone who writes NC-17 that I've liked. It's a very long list. I mean, really long.

And finally, along the "bulletproof kink" (TM Te) lines, story that still turns you on no matter how many times you read it

Past Grief and Incarnadine. Have never been able to burn those out. Don't WANT to. For humor, Beth's Babyverse series, because it's just so damn good.

*****

*looks at list* Huh.

*****

Koi decides I need to be organized

Talked last night. Asked me questions. Uncomfortable questions. Tell me about this AU, jenn! What's the backstory?

Jenn: I don't know.

Koi: When did they conquer? What's Kal like? What are the Kryptonians like? How do Other!Lex and Kal know each other? Do they know each other?

Jenn: ....

Koi: *pokes* Tell me about Metropolis!

Jenn: You want me to build an entire AU world in chat, don't you?

Koi: That's a really good idea. Go right ahead.

Sort of like that, but there was more speculation on what I wanted to do as opposed to what would actually work. There was suggestions and backstory, so you know? I may not be able to move forward in plot, but damned if I don't have VERY weird backstory going on. I actually opened the chat this morning to read it and thought, wow. This is--really complex. Strangely fun. Requires flashbacks, if I can keep up the energy to write all of this.

It's intersting.

( thoughts about WiPs )

Recs

Transom by MHC. You'll need several readings, but--wow. Beautiful. Just. And hurty. That too. No spoilers. I'm not sure I'd know how to spoil it even if I wanted to, though.

Where You Are by Caro and Shellah. Oh wow. Just LOVELY. *sighs* Just the right amount of sweetness and newness and bittersweet. I loved every second. *hugs both*

Laid Bare by Bethy. Hot. *grins* Very, very, very hot. *loves Bethy*

Anger Management by Lenore. Oh GOD. Thank you Silverkyst for reminding me. This is SO good. And so funny. And yeah. I think so, considering the pictures. *grins* Hee. And very hot, did I get around to saying that? Oh yes.

Drugs of Choice by carlanesses. Drabbles and an intersting plotline to go with them. Very nice to read. More now, chica. *pokes*

Leaning by ingrid. I liked Clark so much in this. Very lovely view of him. Hmm. It's quiet, and sweet, and very gentle, and well, made my day brighter, somehow.

The Restraint of Beasts by penelope z. She knows how to make it hurt, doesn't she? Poor Clark. Poor, poor Clark.

Tertium Quid by RivkaT. You must read it. It's Lana, with all her weaknesses used as strengths and wow. That was disturbing as hell. It's Lex and Lana and Lana and Clark and all of them and none of them. You should read RIGHT NOW.

And now shall find something else to procrastinate with. Maybe make paperdolls. Hmm.

God, I miss work. I miss it like a big--missing thing.

Stolen from

cara_chapel

The DNR List, or when I skip:

( skip skip skip down the road )

Does this make me elitist? Or just really, really weird? *sighs and stares at list* I wonder how long those rules will last before something makes me break them. I'm betting on an hour.

I am very, very bored here people.

Yay! Free! Like the wind, people.

Okay, fever's gone. Still that weird exhausted with a headache thing, but I haven't had a temperature jump since yesterday, so. Yay! Okay, yay, rather, because...

It's an Ice Day! Yay!

You northerns have Snow Days. I'm sure, if you could see our weather reports right now, you'd be laughing, for the Entire World (aka This Area) has shut down for Ice!

It's kind of cool, actually.

Think like this--you look outside on a field of white--but it's NOT snow! It's ice! In drifts! *grins* It's pretty. It gives the illusion of pretty snowness.

Moments that should not have amused me but did: watching people this morning slowly sliding ALL over the roads trying to get to work. I know, accidents! Bad! But you know? We're in CENTRAL TEXAS. We are equipped for temperatures that breach one hundred, NOT ice. Our tires are not up to that. What exactly makes them think that they can drive on ICE is beyond me. The footage on the news is hysterical. Big buses trying to climb these hills….almost making it….only to slide slowly back down. Massive SUVs and suburbans doing slow loop the loops on the roads. No, I'm serious--Austin is just being FUNNY. People, trying to walk, sliding down. Okay, right, I'm now remembering the first time I went ice skating and wincing when I watch, but hee! I can laugh. I remember the pain!

So yes, I reserve the right of mockery here. Being one who will not go outside and is amused by those who do. *sticks out tongue* Lalala.

Annnyway.

Feeling well-vibes.

Recs

Lex Libris by

hwmitzy Yippee! Birthday fic! *hugs Beth* Thank you chica! Also, VERY hot and VERY funny. I loved this story in first draft and I love it even more now. Clark, being methodical about seduction, and Lex--well, going with it. *grins* I almost choked on soda reading this and it only gets better with every read.

Like this bit.

"Clark, are you sure you want to do this?"

Clark nodded and picked up a stack of papers from the chair next to him. "Absolutely. I did a lot of research on this, and things are going almost by the book."

Lex stared at him. "You have a manual?"

Clark nodded, his expression one of complete seriousness. "Kind of, yeah."

"A gay sex manual."

Clark frowned at that. "Well, some of it's gay, but a bunch is kind of fill in the blanks. I had to improvise, here and there." He sorted through the stack. "This one is about gay sex, though. Just to make sure we do it right."

Lex wondered if he could get away with just drinking from the bottle as Clark held up some diagrams. There was one with two flaccid penises that was distinctly uninspiring. Looking like building plans, they chronicled angles of erection. The last set of diagrams was one man on his knees while the other man had his organ out at a perfect forty-five degree angle, ready to insert into the small, puckered hole of the man beneath him.

There were arrows made from cut up red post-its pointing to the hole.

"We need this to do it right?"

"Well, I've never done it, and Mr. White says that research can help you do anything." Clark narrowed his eyes and looked at Lex. "Have you done it?"

"Once or twice," Lex hedged.

Clark nodded sagely. "Then you might need something to help you remember how."

A glance back at the table confirmed the bottle was empty, leaving Lex feeling distinctly betrayed.

Manual Labor, Two Tranqs, and Half a Flask by

devinmoonshine. Yippee! More birthdayfic! Whoa. Hot. Devin KNOWS how to bring out longing and need and what you can't quite have and use it like a brick to throw at you. Beautifully written, aching, and sweet. Though Clark? Really. Next time? Conscious. *grins*

The Year of the Dragon by

hackthis. Zahra is hands down the best Lucas writer so far--she's got a clean grasp of his character that appeals to me. Liv calls Lucas 'feral' and I think zahra shows that best. Raised without even the illusions of bonds to other people, without care for anyone but himself, and this story especially shows the result of a lifetime of this.

Needful Things by

penelope_z. Penelope still blows my mind stylewise. No spoilers, read cold. For her especially, interpretation is everything.

Just Pie by

liviapenn

More later. I haven't been reading much, what with misery and so forth. Lalala, bad jenn.

Meme Frenzy

I am Frozen In. Seriously, my mood could not get better without chemical assistance here.

Five People In Fandom That Make Me Happy

hwmitzy,

pearl_o,

liviapenn,

thete1, and

isilya

Kind of for all the same reasons and all different reasons. I like them because they challenge me and how I think. But mostly because they're all extraordinary and make me want to be extraordinary, too.

Five Things In Fandom That Make Me Happy

Meta. The people above. Fic. Livejournal. Naked Lex.

Anyway.

Interesting Places to Go

People thinking in fandom just fascinate me.

mecurtin is studying wank in a highly scientific way. I LIKE her. Go help!

Other Things

I keep being assaulted by urges to pick up

pearl_o and cuddle her into wellness. *cuddles* Poor baby. But! Pimp!Clark! He's cute! He's hot! He likes pie! You'll feel better, honest!

Okay, I'm starting to sound *high*.

Anyway. Feeling less sick, cut off from All of Civilization, left alone to chart unknown paths in the Wilderness of Metadom, more later, because I have NOTHING to do. I am trapped. Trapped, I tell you! It's so cool. As long as power, water, and phone all stay on. One fo them goes, my mood may significantly drop. *looks sharp*

Yep, this is going to be a GOOD day. If I don't run out of food. And

liviapenn's little plotbunny will leave me alone.

*growls at Livia*

*giggling*

Okay, people should find this funny. Or I just do.

Around nooon yesterday, RIGHT AFTER the rain stopped, the phone goes out. What, I say? There hadn't been much lightning or thunder, just a general feeling of End Times, and by noon, at least where I live, it was pretty much just misty and grey. Not a biggie.

Of course, I grab the cellphone and then realize a very strange thing.

I hven't kept any of my telephone bills.

I'm a packrat by nature, so I have learned this trick, in which once I am done with something? I throw it away. Like, RIGHT THAT second. This leads, of course, to the fact that I had NOTHING with the phone company's number on it. I check the phone books. NOthing, because the phone books are issued by ANOTHER phone service provider.

Three hours later, I find a phone book from four years ago, before my company changed names, and found their number under an old name in their phone book. So I call and talk to them. Give me my phone, I say, but diplomatically. I'm not sure explaining my internet addiction would have helped.

Teh cellphone goes out.

Of COURSE it goes out.

So I take the phone into the laundry room (and anyone who is curious, ask Bethy about how many times I've disconnected on her when talking to her on it and the interesting acrobatics necessary to keep a signal in my area). I stand on the washer and get a signal. Leaning into the back cabinet (no, I'm really not joking, it's BIZARRE, it feels like every time I use it, I have to use a new room and position), I got a clear signal and called in.

The Very Nice Man checks my account. He says, oh, I don't see anything wrong.

I tell him I'm not imagining the lack of phone. But I say it diplomatically, because he holds my only link to the outside world in his hands.

Well, okay, he says doubtfully. By one twenty tomorrow, we'll have a repair crew out there. If we're not there on time, twenty-five dollar credit will be added to your phone bill.

I say, if I pay twenty five dollars now, will you fix my phone in the next hour?

Okay, I didn't say that, but I thought it.

A couple of hours ago, they call in and explain the mistake. So I have a phone. The Weatherman keeps making dire predictions regarding the weather today. I"m guessing eitehr electricity or phone will go out at some point between now and tomorrow. Oh, this will be fun.

I wnat a laptop and wireless internet NOW. Also? Life somewhere there is no weather problems. A biodome, maybe?

Okay, other things.

The apology meme that

bonibaru gakked is killing me. I went to see what I have to apologize for.

I love her. *g*

Also? Lemming theory goes into effect.

( apologies )

Yep, that's it.

Was LJ down again yesterday after it came back on or am I just really confused by my friends page?

Wow, my friends list is a HAPPY place.

Usual suspects for Interesting Thoughts.

Start here with

latxcvi for thoughtful, considered, and fun analysis of the episode.

Here

lexluvsclark goes on to discuss the Lucas and Clark parallels in Lex's mind, among other things.

And here,

rosenho does a kick-ass analysis of the ep as well.

But you know what? Tons more. Everywhere. All fascinating. I need more time in the day just to keep up with them. Dammit.

In any case.

I have a vision. A vision of world ruled by the iron hand of Lex, with his sociopathic hotness at his side.

Yep. I'm pretty much doomed here.

Anyway, I'm bored. So. I make my own fun. You know, sometimes.

Bethy's taking over part of weirdbizarreficthing, thank you GOD, so I can finish up the sections I started and start working over with continuity and how over the top we can go. Livia suggested some cow-relatd crime, so if that shows up? All. Her. Fault.

Had a temper tantrum the other night when I found out someone was direct linking to one of the pics on Illuminated Text. Man, does that explain that damn bandwidth spike--the hit count at my diary and the stats page calling for that picture just DIDN'T match up at all, but I kept assuming that being different programs, I was just reading them wrong. But nope, and once I saw where it was coming from and did some math, ahhh, yes. Webalizer? Very nice thing to use, even if it's taken me this long to make heads or tails of how to read the information it gives me so it makes sense in context. I wonder if I can start tracking more specifically?

I'm curious--being passive aggressive, I just changed the name of the picture, but should I email the blogger and ask her to not do that anymore? Frankly, I'm beyond being patient with stupidity and the 'net's been around long enough for the very basics of netiquette to be known, so either it's accidental or deliberate and I'm not in the mood to deal with either one. It's not like the blogger in question DIDN'T have other pictures hosted on her own site. She just had that one linked back to mine.

Or maybe I'm overreacting. *sigh* I don't care. Bandwidth is bandwidth. And that spike worried me a LOT.

Huh. Endlessly boring, that's me.

I'm updating my Favorite Fanfic Quotes again, because I keep losing my list in my folders, and diary and LJ are reliable.

( more to add to the list )

Sometimes I scare myself.

Being normal, healthy, and relatively sane, I decided, I shall attend party given by friend. So I go, even dressing for the occasion. Including make up. I even searched out earrings. Put on heels. Check mirror, think, okay, not bad, wander off.

Well, I--got bored.

*confused*

There was food, always good. Alcohol, which in itself can be highly entertaining. People. Attractive males. Music. Interesting people. The base ingredients for what should be a good time.

And I got bored. And came home. Still slightly--er, tipsy. And went TO BED.

Something is wrong.

This is the second time in six months I've gone to what I anticipated would be something mindless and fun and it didn't turn out either one. I have no idea what this says about me. Please God, don't let it be maturity sneaking up. I have action figures hanging on my walls. I do NOT hold with maturity. Hmm. Would I know if I'd been replaced with an Alien Pod Person?

*sighs* AND I have a headache, because I forgot to drink enough water before going to bed.

Whine, whine, whine, blah blah blah. I could have been writing more Human!Clark. For some reason, that bothers me most of all.

Right. I'm boring. I'm okay with this. I have every intention of becoming so boring that even children will yawn when they talk about me as that crazy old woman who lives with action figures in the old house. You know, when I have sufficiently aged enough to get to the action figure/old house section of my life.

Thieved from

slodwick and

musesfool, because I Am a Lemming. See icon.

First Lines (or paragraphs) of Last Ten Finished Fic (reverse order):

First Line:
There was something just very, very odd about waking up to the rather calm realization you'd had your first sexual experience in a closet.

Last Line
It was very cool to watch Lex laugh.

-- You Know, sequel to Closer to Breathing.

First Paragraph:
It's been raining for hours. Drizzle to rain to downpour in under an hour, and the ground went from hard to mud to liquid in three. The truck's under cover--Lex sent someone down an hour ago to move it into the garage. The yard's a black lake, shivering with every drop of rain that hits.

Last line
Outside, it's still raining, and lightning still cuts the sky into pieces, but Clark's asleep before the thunder.

-- Softer Than the Rain

First Paragraph:
Lex is sprawled on the bed, still dressed--suit pants, crisp shirt, though the tie's discarded over a chair, and Clark had seen the jacket in the living room when he came in. He grins, knowing Lex didn't mean to fall asleep at all. The cell phone's on the bed beside him, and there's a real possibility that someone was on the other end when Lex fell asleep. A folder leaks papers over the comforter into a pool on the floor. Sighing, Clark leans over to pick them up. At the first touch on the mattress, Lex opens his eyes.

Last line
So perfect, and on the day they finally own the world.

Clark pulls him closer and smiles before drifting off into sleep.

-- Calm in the House coda to A Handful of Dust

First Paragraph:
He feels the shift with the first press of Clark's knee into the mattress, visualizing soft flannel pajama bottoms and that damned faded red t-shirt, smelling of the detergent Mrs. Harrison always uses when she does laundry. Some nose-itching combination of spring flowers and baby powder that drives Lex crazy.

Last line
He thinks he has to have been ready for this to happen, but he finishes two cups of coffee staring blankly into a glossy image of closed eyes that aren't Clark's.

-- No Step Had Trodden Black, Two Paths #5

First Paragraph:
It's--waiting.

Black rainbows are drawn in glossy, oil-slick puddles, an alley no Luthor born would have soiled his shoes in. The thick, rich smell of decay from the dumpster to his left wafts over him, and he grabs on with one gloved hand before giving up, finding rough, broken concrete with his knees and vomiting whatever's still in his stomach. It's a technicolor marvel of alcohol and bile painted yellow swirling in bright red. Blood, maybe, stomach lining shot to hell. He watches it like a slow-motion video, more fascinating than anything he can possibly imagine.

Last line
Rolling away, he stares at the ruined jacket on the chair and wonders how much farther he can fall.

-- Perhaps the Better Claim, Two Paths #3

First Line:
It's hours after dusk--hours after the numerous feet have abandoned their trampling across priceless rugs, busy fingers poking into every crevice, checking every room with restless eyes and voices raised loud and frustrated.

Last line
There's an unwavering knowledge that Lex will live up to it.

-- Bent in the Undergrowth, Two Paths #2

First Paragraph:
Bored. Totally bored. Brand new levels of incredible, mind-numbing boredom--rather, in fact, like Mrs. Locke's history of art class, come to think of it. Except for the fact that there was no one to throw spitballs at and no Lana in the front desk to mull.

Last line
Open for anyone to see, and Clark thinks, a little drowsily, that he never wants Lex to look any other way.

-- Holds So Lightly

First Paragraph:
Dear Chloe,

Consider this cheap therapy. My shrink loves this sort of thing--you know, confronting your past. Thing she doesn't get, my past is only two months old, but you did say never again.

Last line
I just chose not to see.

-- Almost to the End of the World

First Line:
A long, lean body is sprawled awkwardly across the rough ground.

Last line
Tonight will have a bonfire that no one will ever forget.

-- In a Yellow Wood

First Paragraph:
"Let me tie up some loose ends at the office. Make yourself at home. I'll be right back."

There's a full second where he actually thinks he's going to make it out of this room. Door in view, Clark sprawled in some kind of absolutely illegal invitation on the couch, and he's wondered for a long time just how strong his willpower really is. Apparently, Smallville's done more for him than he ever expected, because he's already thinking of how the hell he's going to phrase this to Clark's dad.

Last line
"Yeah." His voice cracks, but it doesn't seem to matter. "Let's go."

-- Feel Everything

I think--think--this says I suck at beginnings and endings. Though the ending for Calm is sufficiently creepy.

*****

A very nice physicist/astrophysicist person emailed me within, like, five seconds of posting for information. I have two Very Long Emails about some of what I needed to know. And even better, she worked it into what of the storyline I gave her so I have some reference. If you left me a message about me asking, I'll be contacting today, since my first idea isn't working.

*grins*

Though you know....

Awhile back--a WAY while back--I was reading on a messageboard with some whatever people doing the "fanfic is training wheels writing, blah blah blah", and while I was offended at the time, it sort of makes me giggle now. People who don't do it don't really get it completely. Fanfic authors' audiences are insta-reactors, unlike most pro-novelists. They'll tell you ten minutes after you post EXACTLY what you fudged about something and how it can be corrected. If you don't get your details right, you WILL be corrected. *grins* Sometimes publicly. Hence the fact that in my bookmarks are the following sites.

Totse, for drugs, drug reactions, and other less-than-legalish thingies, my one-stop-shop for Lex Goes Clubbing and Lex's Dark Past
a site devoted to the art of multi-strike branding, single strike, and the various methods of achieving a good brand
Two university physics program sites
Two lit quote sites, including Bartlesby's (sp) that Vic recommends so highly
One site devoted to wine, what to drink it with, where, and how.
Mapquest, for driving instructions on how to get from Kansas to California the long way.

To write Jus Ad Bellum, I was using Schindler's List, Encyclopedia Britannica, more sites involving WWII than I ever knew EXISTED, and actually went out looking at the types of barbed wire available on the market.

That's the ones that I can IDENTIFY in my fanfic bookmark folder. I've been cleaning it out today.

*grins* I find it endlessly cool that most fanficsters are more obsessive about detail and accuracy than anyone. Because it's almsot a guarantee that when you post, SOMEONE will be an expert on the subject and wilL TELL you when you've made a mistake.

Okay, answeirng LJ and getting ready to post next section. Because Discipline is my Resolution, and if I ever EVER so much as HINT I'd like to try this again? Everyone who sees this post has permission to slap me silly. But, I'm having fun. Stressing fun, but fun.

*looks at

bonibaru* Do NOT say flu. Do NOT. It scares me how much that's tempting me right at this very minute. *grins* And you can stop laughing any time now.

*sighs* I need more icons. Shall search for new ones today.

The weirdest things seem like a good idea sometimes. Gakked from

thete1.

And

thete1 was right. It's so much harder to do this than to post it.

Far, far, far too much information going on here. Hmm. I should think aboutwhich three icons I want to keep tonight.

( one hundred things )

Pretty icons, courtesey of

taraljc here!

Two Bad!Clarks, two Lexana. Ah, she knows me SO well! *hugs* Can see the four new ones here too!

In case anyone is curious, I am pathologically incapable of making cool icons. I depend on the skill of others. *g*

Other news.

Recs and thoughts on sexuality and materialism in Smallville, in which I ramble randomly over the subjects without much in the way of organization. To think I used to be GOOD at essays. My English teacher would put a hit out on me if she saw this.

Um. She isn't HERE is she?

musesfool is brave. Very, very brave. And frankly? Still not sure my ego is up to doing that to myself. *g* As if anyone would answer. But. Hmm. You know...

I actually COULD critique myself with this survey, though.

1) What was the first story you read that I wrote?
1a) Did you like it or not?
1b) Why or why not?
1c) What do you remember most about it?

2) What story of mine do you like the best?
2a) Why?
2b) What separates it from the other stuff I wrote?
2c) What separates it from other stories like it?

3) What story of mine do you like the *least*?
3a) Why?
3b) What separates it from the other stuff I wrote?
3c) What separates it from other stories like it, if anything?

4) What about my writing style grabs you?
4a) What stories exemplify this style?

5) What type of story (not which characters) would you like to see me write?

6) Is there a specific character or situation you'd like to see me try my hand at?
6a) Why do you think I'd be good at it?

7) Is there anything, in your experience, that you think would help me fix a specific flaw in my writing?

( survey on self )

Okay, hit me. And if you'd like to jump straight into the 'don't likes', feel oh so free.

Come on. This is FUN. *g*

From

grrleloquence, who got it from

pearl_o who got it from someone else and lo, the genealogy of the meme does read like the begats, does it not?

The Girl's Name Jennifer is shared by ~1,312,100 people in the USA.
The [Last Name] is shared by ~13,800 people in the USA.
Jennifer [Last Name] is shared by ~60 people in the USA.
Jennifer R is shared by ~131,670 people in the USA. (<--One of them went to school with me!)
J [Last Name] is shared by ~1,130 people in the USA.

*sighs* See my sheer lack of surprise. I suppose the fact that my name was either first or in the top three for the year I was born probably should have indicated this.

But what *I* wanna know is this: what do you think your last five completed stories say about you, if anything?

Gakked from

thete1

In reverse order:

Intent - angst: Clark mindfuck, because, well, it was fun. I'd been blocked for two months or close to it, so basically when it hit me, I didn't even stop to think, just wrote it out. Oddly enough, it seemed to work. Surprised me immensely.

The Autumn People - angst: Chloe and Lex celebrate disappointment the really old fashioned way. Victoria's birthday challenge fic, or, jenn, can you write non-CLex or het anymore?

The Wasteland - angst: Lex sort of finds himself. *thinks* You know, right now, it's probably my favorite story I've written.

Syzygy - angst: basically, Clark gets the greys screwing up his black and white existence. There really isn't a better explanation than that.

By Firelight - smut: St. John and Bobby have sex near fire. I could summarize a lot of stories starting with Character A and B have sex and.... Huh. *grins* My first slash pairing. I love them muchly and miss them even more.

Huh. Four angst and a smut. Cool. *g* Four involve sex, one doesn't. Four involve Lex, one doesn't. Three are slash, one is slash and het, and one is het.

Um. Does this say something about me? I mean, beyond the entire, jenn likes them miserable angle?

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If you don't send me feedback, I will sob uncontrollably for hours on end, until finally, in a fit of depression, I slash my wrists and bleed out on the bathroom floor. My death will be on your heads. Murderers
. -- Unknown, on feedback
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That's why he goes bad, you know -- all the good people hit him on the head or try to shoot him and constantly mistrust him, while there's this vast cohort of minions saying, We wouldn't hurt you, Lex, and we'll give you power and greatness and oh so much sex...
Wow. That was scary. Lex is like Jesus in the desert.
-- pricklyelf, on why Lex goes bad
LJ
Obi-Wan has a sort of desperate, pathetic patience in this movie. You can just see it in his eyes: "My padawan is a psychopath, and no one will believe me; I'm barely keeping him under control and expect to wake up any night now to find him standing over my bed with a knife!"
-- Teague, reviewing "Star Wars: Attack of the Clones"
LJ
Beth: god, why do i have so many beads?
Jenn: Because you are an addict.
Jenn: There are twelve step programs for this.
Beth: i dunno they'd work, might have to go straight for the electroshock.
Jenn: I'm not sure that helps with bead addiction.
Beth: i was thinking more to demagnitize my credit card.
-- hwmitzy and seperis, on bead addiction
AIM, 12/24/2003
I could rape a goat and it will DIE PRETTIER than they write.
-- anonymous, on terrible writing
AIM, 2/17/2004
In medical billing there is a diagnosis code for someone who commits suicide by sea anenemoe.
-- silverkyst, on wtf
AIM, 3/25/2004
Anonymous: sorry. i just wanted to tell you how much i liked you. i'd like to take this to a higher level if you're willing
Eleveninches: By higher level I hope you mean email.
-- eleveninches and anonymous, on things that are disturbing
LJ, 4/2/2004
silverkyst: I need to not be taking molecular genetics.
silverkyst: though, as a sidenote, I did learn how to eviscerate a fruit fly larvae by pulling it's mouth out by it's mouthparts today.
silverkyst: I'm just nowhere near competent in the subject material to be taking it.
Jenn: I'd like to thank you for that image.
-- silverkyst and seperis, on more wtf
AIM, 1/25/2005
You know, if obi-wan had just disciplined the boy *properly* we wouldn't be having these problems. Can't you just see yoda? "Take him in hand, you must. The true Force, you must show him."
-- Issaro, on spanking Anakin in his formative years
LJ, 3/15/2005
Aside from the fact that one person should never go near another with a penis, a bottle of body wash, and a hopeful expression...
-- Summerfling, on shower sex
LJ, 7/22/2005
It's weird, after you get used to the affection you get from a rabbit, it's like any other BDSM relationship. Only without the sex and hot chicks in leather corsets wielding floggers. You'll grow to like it.
-- revelininsanity, on my relationship with my rabbit
LJ, 2/7/2006
Smudged upon the near horizon, lapine shadows in the mist. Like a doomsday vision from Watership Down, the bunny intervention approaches.
-- cpt_untouchable, on my addition of The Fourth Bunny
LJ, 4/13/2006
Rule 3. Chemistry is kind of like bondage. Some people like it, some people like reading about or watching other people doing it, and a large number of people's reaction to actually doing the serious stuff is to recoil in horror.
-- deadlychameleon, on class
LJ, 9/1/2007
If imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, then Fan Fiction is John Cusack standing outside your house with a boombox.
-- JRDSkinner, on fanfiction
Twitter
I will unashamedly and unapologetically celebrate the joy and the warmth and the creativity of a community of people sharing something positive and beautiful and connective and if you don’t like it you are most welcome to very fuck off.
-- Michael Sheen, on Good Omens fanfic
Twitter, 6/19/2019
Adding for Mastodon.
-- Jenn, traceback
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