while the poor people sleeping, all the stars come out at night

evillunch drew this for me:

"Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas" gets the Bradbury Treatment.

I really just posted to share this. Other things? What other things? I'm not discomfited at all by anything I've read over the past day that really shouldn't worry me at all! No! ...I don't want to talk about it.

I promised some WIPs, I think. Here's fragments of fanfics that I've been working on that I despair of ever getting done.

1.) Tentatively titled "Bounded In A Nutshell." Yes, from Hamlet. Yes, I'm sooo original.
This was actually based on "Eye In The Sky," by Philip K. Dick. It's one of my favorite books of his, not because it affects me emotionally the way "Martian Time-Slip" does, not because it's almost memetically catching in the way "UBIK" and "Time Out Of Joint" are, not because it blew my mind the way "VALIS" did, but because I am absolutely in love with the concept.
There's this accident with an experiment...you don't need to know what the experiment is, because it's a Plot Device, but the point is that there are a bunch of people who are thrown into the idios kosmos (Greek-ish for "personal world") of one person, and they have to hop from inner world to inner world. It's really interesting to see how drastically peoples' perceptions can differ from objective reality, and how they warp and change further from reality as you get deeper into their heads.
The government thought this was pretty cool too. So cool, in fact, that the FBI agents who were following Phil at the time...I knew I left something out. See, Phil had been being followed by a couple of FBI agents shortly before he wrote the book, and had actually become friendly acquaintances with one of them during his surveillance. Part of the reason he wrote "Eye In The Sky," at least the parts about Communists, had been to annoy them and satirize some of their more drastic and ridiculous policies about how to find Commies.
After the book came out, the agent who he'd become acquainted with (the other one had lost interest, apparently realizing that science fiction writers weren't exactly a threat to the status quo...ha) asked him, as Phil had suspected he would, whether the MacGuffin mind-hopping technology in the book was actually possible. Phil joked, "Yeah, I've been corresponding with the Russians about it, and they're really interested."
"Oh yeah, we know that already," the agent said.
I don't have a similar reason for writing this, although I suspect that if this passive-aggressive little debate degenerates into wank, which I dearly hope it will, I may get a good reason to do so.
( 4th internal world, George's idios kosmos )

2.) Tentatively titled "I've Seen That Movie Too," after an Elton John song that is somewhat angstier and angrier than I want the story to turn out.
The idea behind this is pretty much the same one behind The Divine Rehabilitation Of Jason Mewes: Actors experience reality breakdown and interact with characters they played that symbolize some part of themselves they've forgotten about or tried to get rid of. In this case, it's Crispin and Michael being bamfed into a sort of metaphorical Hill Valley, messing around with the story, & sorting out their emotions towards their characters, their past, and each other. Yes, slash. (See ghostgecko's I Know Things Now for prerequisite reading.)
RPS is weird to write. I'm not sure I can write either current!Crispin or current!Michael passably; I don't want to tone down Crispin if I can't figure out how he'd react, and I don't want to make Michael angstier or quieter than he is. I need more source material, I think. In any case, all the photos of Crispin and his tiny fluffy arm candy fiancee have been really killing my urge to write this. Sigh.
( Crispin fucks with Biff at the dance! )

This really might be all you ever see of these, so enjoy.