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( Jun. 10th, 2009 09:42 pm)
I'm quite pleased with my progress today; I did all my friending-back (I don't auto-friend anymore so it takes time to go through everybody's LJs and make sure we have common interests) and replied to EVERY SINGLE COMMENT. Some of them were very delayed replies and I'm happy I got it all squared away before I post my BigBang. Nothing like cyber-spring-cleaning.
hello darling flist, just a quick note to let you know i haven't been hit by a bus or anything *crosses fingers* =D i am just bogged down with RL stuff and looking for a new job (becuz corporate america is a tool of SATAN) and all that happy crap. teh Muse is getting married apparently, and her honey works on boats and in logging camps, etc (he's one of them manly men) so he's gone a lot, it's Drama Central around here. but she does have a big shiny ring. *considers* maybe i should get married...

yeah except for NO.

anyway i am plugging away on my fics when i have the time and patience but my brain kind of got eaten by the Numb3rs fandom so don't expect a fic update anytime soon. Sorry.
Sorry for the fic-spam, people. I will now be concentrating on Bigbang until it's done, which knowing me could take until May. ttyl!
Just sold my soul to Telus and got a new laptop and three guaranteed years of high-speed DSL. And by guaranteed, I mean I have to pay for them whether I use them or not. *is sheepish* Working for a cellular provider, I know better, but I still got distracted by The Big Shiny. The laptop has Vista, but I will get my little tech-bitch to fix that. So very soon, darling flist, I will be spamming you with fic like EVERY DAY! I know you are so excited to hear that. Really. Don't try to hide it.

K. I will try not to spam you too much.

Shiny Intarwebs! \o/
I kind of hate my job today. Like, a lot. For some reason, all the morons have my extension number. WTF?!? And I'm not talking about, say, people who don't speak very good english. I'm infinite in my patience for them, as long as they're not rude. No, I'm talking some 23-year-old asshole sales rep from NYC who thinks he's the shiznit and is too busy trying to look good to pay attention to the conversation, so that every time I say something, his reply is, 'say what now?'

And one more thing-Activations and Consumer Credit gives credit approval for new lines, and then activates them. Hence the name. WE ARE NOT A HELPDESK FOR EVERY OTHER GODDAMN DEPARTMENT IN THE COMPANY!!!! JUST BECAUSE I KNOW HOW TO DO YOUR JOB DOES NOT MEAN I WILL!!!! FOR GOD'S SAKE STOP GETTING PISSY WITH ME WHEN I TELL YOU TO DO IT YOURSELF!!!! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE GETTING PAID FOR ANYWAY?!?!?! *growl grunt snort* *pant pant pant sigh*

Sorry. I feel better now. So, listen, if y'all could refrain from buying any new cell phones until after Thanksgiving weekend, and if someone is willing to beta schmoopy unfinished Jsquared written in HTML (you don't have to beta my coding-I know that part is right); and give me feedback and hold my hand while I flail about like a mad thing, that would be awesomesauce, and would result in me getting to New Year's Eve in the fic before actual New Year's Eve (right now it is at least 4 veerryyy long chapters away).

And also, for SPN idea bajillion and one, I was going to do Sam and Dean developing an idioglossia (autonomous secret language, sometimes called 'twin language') as children and using it into adulthood. This is RARE, especially for singletons, but it HAS HAPPENED. I HAVE CASE STUDIES, I TELL YOU! But is this just me being fascinated by abnormal developmental psych, or if I threw in some wincest, would anyone, like, want to actually read that? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?

Oh. And. I have finally got my act together sort of why not, and put up a sticky post for my fic, complete with anchor tags and other goodness, so that it's up at the top and easy to find; and I have also started a sticky recs post, organized by fandom, that I will continue to update as RL allows. I also picked a new layout so that the text size on my old posts is readable for people using Windows (I have Linux at home and discovered that what was displaying as a comfy font size on my computer was TEENYTINY for all y'all-sorry about that).
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( Aug. 16th, 2007 06:31 pm)
I posted. That makes me happy in the pants.

Here. Have a quote of the day.

I think I'm losing my grip, but I can still make a fist; I still got my one good arm that I can beat myself up with...
-Trent Reznor

...aaaand I'm spent! *lights a cigarette*
pretty please with porn on top?  anyone who will help me take on SPN / Roswell / DA / RPF / original fic will be loved forever and ever and tacklehugged within an inch of their life.  It doesn't have to be right away because I want to finish Near You Always and What A Long Strange Trip It's Been first.  But I totally have to many fics to finish them myself within, y'know, the next DECADE.

LJ went buh-bye.  I was finally feeling better (I’ve been sick as eight dogs) and I went to the internet and there was no internet!  (well, the important part of the internet was gone.)  I had no new fic to read and I didn't feel like working on my own.  *pouts*

Anyway, while I was sick I had some ideas (for which I blame the fever).  For some fic of the highly implausible AU kind.  Ah, crackfic, how do I love thee, let me count the ways!  Anyway, in no particular order, our nominees...

In the J2 category:

Jared and Jensen’s relationship from Harley and/or Sadie’s point of view.

The Picture of Dorian Grey horribly ripped off and redone (Oscar Wilde would roll over in his grave!) for Jared and Jensen.  Well, sort of.  The part where the protagonist (Jensen) is hauntingly beautiful and a freaky painting makes him immortal, yes.  The part where he kills people, not so much.

Turning the insane Jared!muse wrongness of will you bite the hand that feeds?  will you chew until it bleeds?  into a ‘verse.  The Closer ‘verse, to be exact.  Where it would have angst and possibly even something resembling a plot.  But really, mostly just porn.

Jensen as a physical therapist; Jared as an actor and his patient.  Chris Kane sets them up, hilarity and porn ensue.  I know you are looking all quizzical now.  The part that makes it crack!fic?  Jared has Chihuahuas named Peeka and Boo.

In the Wincest category:

Further installments in the Sam’s Sexual Fantasies Mental Multiplex subseries from the Vegas ‘verse.  Possible entries include Dean A La Mode, Hot Vampire Dean, and Hot Mechanic Dean.

A Sam/Dean songfic series based on Zeppelin albums, using each song as inspiration/a chapter prompt and going through the albums in order.

An insane crossover fic with lots of bad puns, wherein it turns out that John Winchester’s father is Dr. Charles Emerson Winchester III (from the TV series M*A*S*H) and when John is badly injured on a hunting trip, the boys spend a year living in Boston with their grandfather, who doesn’t believe in the paranormal, and catches Sam and Dean in flagrante delicto.

In the Roswell, or ‘Polar’ category:

Animal crack!fic in which the characters are all housecats.

Amnesia!fic where one of the pod squad doesn’t remember they’re an alien (or in which Liz doesn’t remember that she has powers).

Classic drunken mistake fic, in which Liz and Michael get married in Vegas by accident (even though they’re underage according to Nevada law) and must stay married for some highly implausible reason.

So would anyone, like, read any of those?  Anyone?  Anyone?  Bueller?

* * *

Moving on.  Here’s the quote of the day:

Is an art, like everything else.
I do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like hell.

-Sylvia Plath

* * *

One last thing.  The Muse is taking me for a last hurrah this weekend, before my LOA is officially over and I have to continue my indentured servitude in hell (can you tell I *don't* love my job?).  So I'll be writing a lot less (or possibly more-if we are stunningly unbusy I fully intend to do non-work-related stuff on my work computer, such as posting on LJ.  What are they gonna do, fire me?  *gigglesnort*  I WISH!  Besides, they have to catch me first).  My recovery from the last hurrah may also delay new posts.  Muse is dragging me to a rave.  Possibly outdoors.  With radioactive pteradactyl skeeters, drunken people falling into the lake, high people who think they ARE a lake, ear-splitting tooth-rattling loud electronic music, egomaniacal DJ's, overpriced water and no bathrooms.
It's going to be hellacious fun!  :D


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