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kleenexwomanHere's what I did yesterday: Went to Mom's school (she teaches 4th grade) and assembled cardboard boxes. Here is what I did today: Went to Mom's school and assembled cardboard boxes. Here is what I will do tomorrow: Go to Mom's school and assemble cardboard boxes.
The good thing is that I can listen to music while doing it. Since I'm not a student, I can bring in whatever expensive electronic equipment I like and operate it at whatever level I want to without being told off by the principal. It is a heady feeling.
Unfortunately, my CD player crapped out by 11 AM, and I had 6 more hours to go with the boxes (Mom stays at school until very late, doing teacher things), so I had to let the last song I heard repeat in my head all day. It happened to be "Out Come The Freaks", and while that is one of the many songs I can listen to over and over and never get tired of, it's a little wearing to play it for 6 hours in your head. So I made up this filk instead: Love In The Valley Of Out Come The Freaks. My goal, eventually, is to write one verse for every person I know. It's a fun rhyme scheme and format.
Interesting sidenote: Was Not Was is one of those things, like Vernor's Ginger Ale or Devil's Night, that I had always thought was just a Michigan thing. The only evidence I had for this was the fact that my dad, whenever he played What Up Dog? for me, would tell me about how he saw Was Not Was at this club or that bar before they Got Famous, and how a bunch of his friends always used to hang around with Don Was (this is not difficult if you are growing up in Oak Park in the 1970s, because Oak Park is one of those places where everybody knows everybody, and "that weird kid who smoked pot and wrote songs in his basement all day" turns into "dude have you heard this cool record" very quickly.) I asked Dad once if Bobby Maggot was based off his boss, Sam Bernstein, thus earning myself a lecture on how Sam was a Very Ethical Lawyer Not Like Those Other Scumbags Who Also Advertise On TV and a Good Provider Total Philanthropist Practically A Saint and was always nice to him and bought him cars and things (Sam likes Lincolns, but "off he drove in his Lincoln to get a tan" just does not scan correctly). Of course, it could be one of those things where people just tell you that they know someone famous...like when Ben told me that his dad helped write the script for Evil Dead II, and it turned out he actually just supplied the furniture for the movie. Anyway, the point is that it blew my mind when I discovered that people who'd never even been in Michigan knew of the existence of Was Not Was. Now just wait until I find out that everyone on my friendslist likes Tom Robinson Band as well.
And I'm writing other things. Fanfic, fanfic, fanfic, fanfic, fanfic. Absolutely nothing original for ages. Buuut I do have a new place to put things! I haven't uploaded anything onto Skyehawke yet because I can only get on the computer for a few minutes at a time lately, but I'm picking through my old stuff and new stuff and making little lists.
In new fanfic, I'm still trying to map out a Re-Animator Mary Sue. I've got two possible characters--a bitter and lethargic sociologist who has a different and rather more balanced view on the idea of re-agent than Herbert does, and a barren baby-rabid biologist who sees re-agent as a chance to make herself children. (That last one is less of a Mary Sue than just creepy, but it would give me a chance to work out my own revulsion towards the idea of reproduction...and working out one's own issues is the whole point, really.)
I've also been reading a little about voodoo zombies (as opposed to radioactive plague zombies or re-agent zombies, or even just Klaatu Barada Nrghmhmcough zombies). Voudon is fucking cool. I may convert. Or I may attempt to write fanfic. Perhaps RPS. Perhaps an original. Ah, who knows...
I'm planning to start doing research on the Hebrew exodus from Egypt (the Passover one) for a fic. The problem is that I have absolutely no idea how to start...I've got a Haggadah, that's about it, and Rabbis (rabbim?) Akiva and Hillel, brilliant theologians though they may be, are not exactly historians. This is not for a BttF fic, oddly enough. It is, in fact, for the Askewniverse, which I know I said I didn't think I'd write anything more in...but I am. So there.
Was actually looking over the J&SB Yahoo slash list, which I haven't done in months. How many first-time stories are there, anyway? People keep writing them, and they're almost all the same after a while. It's a cozy and happy little fandom, but there's so little that's really original. The same fanon, the same characterization, the same backstory. Familiar, maybe.
One wonders (I do, at least) if BttF slash will evolve into that. There are only so many stories one can tell, after all, and the fandom is much more hidebound by story than the Askewniverse is. George & Marty as father and son are the whole point, after all, whereas Jay and Silent Bob aren't nearly as story-dependent. You can toss them into any situation (case in point, Dogma: Angels! Demons!) and the characters and relationship will remain the same, whereas George's character and the way he relates to Marty fluctuates dramatically over the course of the movie. Or maybe that's why. There's only so much character development you can do with Jay and Bob before you start to run out of character.
Then again, Askew fandom is old (in fandom years) and entrenched, whereas BttF slash is still a radical new idea and just beginning to develop its own fanon. Hopefully,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ghostgecko's inventiveness, drworm's subversiveness, and my...whateverishness will prevent rehashing and stagnation. Or, alternatively, other people will start to write good stuff. One can hope.
The good thing is that I can listen to music while doing it. Since I'm not a student, I can bring in whatever expensive electronic equipment I like and operate it at whatever level I want to without being told off by the principal. It is a heady feeling.
Unfortunately, my CD player crapped out by 11 AM, and I had 6 more hours to go with the boxes (Mom stays at school until very late, doing teacher things), so I had to let the last song I heard repeat in my head all day. It happened to be "Out Come The Freaks", and while that is one of the many songs I can listen to over and over and never get tired of, it's a little wearing to play it for 6 hours in your head. So I made up this filk instead: Love In The Valley Of Out Come The Freaks. My goal, eventually, is to write one verse for every person I know. It's a fun rhyme scheme and format.
Interesting sidenote: Was Not Was is one of those things, like Vernor's Ginger Ale or Devil's Night, that I had always thought was just a Michigan thing. The only evidence I had for this was the fact that my dad, whenever he played What Up Dog? for me, would tell me about how he saw Was Not Was at this club or that bar before they Got Famous, and how a bunch of his friends always used to hang around with Don Was (this is not difficult if you are growing up in Oak Park in the 1970s, because Oak Park is one of those places where everybody knows everybody, and "that weird kid who smoked pot and wrote songs in his basement all day" turns into "dude have you heard this cool record" very quickly.) I asked Dad once if Bobby Maggot was based off his boss, Sam Bernstein, thus earning myself a lecture on how Sam was a Very Ethical Lawyer Not Like Those Other Scumbags Who Also Advertise On TV and a Good Provider Total Philanthropist Practically A Saint and was always nice to him and bought him cars and things (Sam likes Lincolns, but "off he drove in his Lincoln to get a tan" just does not scan correctly). Of course, it could be one of those things where people just tell you that they know someone famous...like when Ben told me that his dad helped write the script for Evil Dead II, and it turned out he actually just supplied the furniture for the movie. Anyway, the point is that it blew my mind when I discovered that people who'd never even been in Michigan knew of the existence of Was Not Was. Now just wait until I find out that everyone on my friendslist likes Tom Robinson Band as well.
And I'm writing other things. Fanfic, fanfic, fanfic, fanfic, fanfic. Absolutely nothing original for ages. Buuut I do have a new place to put things! I haven't uploaded anything onto Skyehawke yet because I can only get on the computer for a few minutes at a time lately, but I'm picking through my old stuff and new stuff and making little lists.
In new fanfic, I'm still trying to map out a Re-Animator Mary Sue. I've got two possible characters--a bitter and lethargic sociologist who has a different and rather more balanced view on the idea of re-agent than Herbert does, and a barren baby-rabid biologist who sees re-agent as a chance to make herself children. (That last one is less of a Mary Sue than just creepy, but it would give me a chance to work out my own revulsion towards the idea of reproduction...and working out one's own issues is the whole point, really.)
I've also been reading a little about voodoo zombies (as opposed to radioactive plague zombies or re-agent zombies, or even just Klaatu Barada Nrghmhmcough zombies). Voudon is fucking cool. I may convert. Or I may attempt to write fanfic. Perhaps RPS. Perhaps an original. Ah, who knows...
I'm planning to start doing research on the Hebrew exodus from Egypt (the Passover one) for a fic. The problem is that I have absolutely no idea how to start...I've got a Haggadah, that's about it, and Rabbis (rabbim?) Akiva and Hillel, brilliant theologians though they may be, are not exactly historians. This is not for a BttF fic, oddly enough. It is, in fact, for the Askewniverse, which I know I said I didn't think I'd write anything more in...but I am. So there.
Was actually looking over the J&SB Yahoo slash list, which I haven't done in months. How many first-time stories are there, anyway? People keep writing them, and they're almost all the same after a while. It's a cozy and happy little fandom, but there's so little that's really original. The same fanon, the same characterization, the same backstory. Familiar, maybe.
One wonders (I do, at least) if BttF slash will evolve into that. There are only so many stories one can tell, after all, and the fandom is much more hidebound by story than the Askewniverse is. George & Marty as father and son are the whole point, after all, whereas Jay and Silent Bob aren't nearly as story-dependent. You can toss them into any situation (case in point, Dogma: Angels! Demons!) and the characters and relationship will remain the same, whereas George's character and the way he relates to Marty fluctuates dramatically over the course of the movie. Or maybe that's why. There's only so much character development you can do with Jay and Bob before you start to run out of character.
Then again, Askew fandom is old (in fandom years) and entrenched, whereas BttF slash is still a radical new idea and just beginning to develop its own fanon. Hopefully,
ghostgecko's inventiveness, drworm's subversiveness, and my...whateverishness will prevent rehashing and stagnation. Or, alternatively, other people will start to write good stuff. One can hope.
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*squeals*
Date: 2005-06-02 05:02 am (UTC)Fanfic is good. Voudun is amazingly cool and not nearly as psychotic as Hollywood makes it out to be. Also look into Santaria. Very similar, just as interesting. If you have questions, ask me. I've got a book.
Originalfic is good, too. Write write write! (and what's the status on your wireless card...'cuz I'm missin' me some Rachel)
Re: *squeals*
Date: 2005-06-02 10:37 pm (UTC)Wireless card is still in limbo. I have to get to Dad's house first.
Re: *squeals*
Date: 2005-06-03 06:20 am (UTC)NNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGG-UNG! *falls face down on the floor with hair all around face* (that was supposed to be my impression of Lilo from Lilo and Stitch in reference to the wireless card limbo...hehe)
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Date: 2005-06-02 07:48 am (UTC)You terrify me completely.
Was actually looking over the J&SB Yahoo slash list, which I haven't done in months. How many first-time stories are there, anyway? People keep writing them, and they're almost all the same after a while. It's a cozy and happy little fandom, but there's so little that's really original. The same fanon, the same characterization, the same backstory.
Hey! I resemble that remark. Actually, there are some leaps, and will be more, but really, I think we're content to be what we are--writing about characters that really don't have that much character, so we're inventing as we go. Me, I'm stuck in a deep beginning-relationship groove, but then, I always am in virtually any fandom I'm in. *shrugs*
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Date: 2005-06-03 11:17 pm (UTC)*wants a verse SO BAD* Because that song is so completely stuck in my head these days. Aaaargh. But, yes! You do very well with that rhyme scheme and structure; I'm halfway between impressed and jealous. *can't rhyme worth a nut*
How many first-time stories are there, anyway? People keep writing them, and they're almost all the same after a while.
This is why I no longer bother to read fic in certain fandoms... unless I know it's going to be good. Sometimes you just know that, once the conventions have been established, nothing is going to change.
Which is why BttF fanfic (and slash fandom in particular) is rather a strange bird; very few slash conventions for M/G have been established, and the few that have been are so laughable that when that kind of fanfic shows up (I think you know what I'm talking about) it's easy to breeze over it.
Hopefully, ghostgecko's inventiveness, drworm's subversiveness, and my...whateverishness will prevent rehashing and stagnation.
It'd be nice if that was it, really... the thing is that conventions usually get started because they're easy to write and easy to lift from others without detection. I imagine among BttF slash fans, 'stolen' ideas would be too easily identifiable. Kinda like the one girl who (a long time ago) wrote a Willard fic in which he was sexually abused by Mr. Martin... and ended up with several reviews that read something like (to use
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Date: 2005-06-04 02:36 am (UTC)Hm. Yes. And conventions turn into fanon, which in turn can be played with as much as actual canon...