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kleenexwomanToday, or maybe yesterday, was National Coming Out Day.
I don't feel like coming out specifically as anything, so if you want to ask me if I'm a closet anything, leave a comment and I will respond honestly.
Got banned from BTTF.com as a result of a thread that someone else posted. Their fucking loss, in my opinion. If you don't want my mildly slashy remarks, you don't want my cutting wit, brilliant analysis, or insightful...insights. They've got one hell of an overzealous mod, though. Gah.
Am consoling myself by creating disturbing mental scenarios involving early Elvis Costello songs, Alex from "A Clockwork Orange", and ball gags. I wish I could tape these and send them to people I don't like.
I am having ideas. I am having many ideas for stories.
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docsgirl has a story up at fanfiction.net involving actors from the movies somehow popping themselves into the movie. Ok, it's been done in many fandoms and is a fairly innocuous idea (unlike her Mary Sue vampire dreck, or her one-shot fics which are frankly the closest thing you can get to slash without being slash, much like Axl Rose, as one witty little creep pointed out). She neglected to include Crispin, as stargurl137 so helpfully pointed out...If I ever write this, it will involve method acting. And I'll probably get it all wrong. But hell, Crispin/George would be fucking funny.
Idea: Not for BTTF this time, but for the Sherlock Holmes fandom, whichpinglederry got me back into reading a couple nights ago after a hiatus. An AU taking place in 1970s London/New York, probably involving a lot of celebrities in cameos. It will be based on Elvis Costello songs. Why? Because. The plot: An actress (This Year's Girl) is murdered. There are many, many suspects. I need to figure out the circumstances, the characters, the real culprit, and their motives. And the right songs to use. Eventually.
In addition, I'm sick. Whenever I wake up or whenever I eat in the dorm, my stomach gets incredibly queasy and for an hour I'm good for nothing at all but staring into space. This really sucks and I think I may need to get to a doctor.
I don't feel like coming out specifically as anything, so if you want to ask me if I'm a closet anything, leave a comment and I will respond honestly.
Got banned from BTTF.com as a result of a thread that someone else posted. Their fucking loss, in my opinion. If you don't want my mildly slashy remarks, you don't want my cutting wit, brilliant analysis, or insightful...insights. They've got one hell of an overzealous mod, though. Gah.
Am consoling myself by creating disturbing mental scenarios involving early Elvis Costello songs, Alex from "A Clockwork Orange", and ball gags. I wish I could tape these and send them to people I don't like.
I am having ideas. I am having many ideas for stories.
Idea:
docsgirl has a story up at fanfiction.net involving actors from the movies somehow popping themselves into the movie. Ok, it's been done in many fandoms and is a fairly innocuous idea (unlike her Mary Sue vampire dreck, or her one-shot fics which are frankly the closest thing you can get to slash without being slash, much like Axl Rose, as one witty little creep pointed out). She neglected to include Crispin, as stargurl137 so helpfully pointed out...If I ever write this, it will involve method acting. And I'll probably get it all wrong. But hell, Crispin/George would be fucking funny. Idea: Not for BTTF this time, but for the Sherlock Holmes fandom, which
pinglederry got me back into reading a couple nights ago after a hiatus. An AU taking place in 1970s London/New York, probably involving a lot of celebrities in cameos. It will be based on Elvis Costello songs. Why? Because. The plot: An actress (This Year's Girl) is murdered. There are many, many suspects. I need to figure out the circumstances, the characters, the real culprit, and their motives. And the right songs to use. Eventually. In addition, I'm sick. Whenever I wake up or whenever I eat in the dorm, my stomach gets incredibly queasy and for an hour I'm good for nothing at all but staring into space. This really sucks and I think I may need to get to a doctor.
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Date: 2004-10-13 02:25 am (UTC)And then we wouldn't have all of this wonderful LJ drama.