Drive slow, homey.
Oct. 26th, 2008 04:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I'm enjoying the vague feeling of soreness in my pecs and delts, but I'm not sure if that's from my time in the gym or from the moving I assisted with yesterday.
There is no way to describe fanfic, no matter how good it may be (and yes, Virginia, there is such a thing as good fanfic) without making it sound horrible: "Right, so there's this story where Ianto's pregnant, but only for a small portion, really!, and it's his and Jack's child and Jack's, like, quite torn over the whole thing, and then Owen places the embryo in a status chamber and then...". Most sane ficcers fled when the mpreg was mentioned, but the story isn't bad at all. Although it may simply be my lack of eloquence that's doing the main disservice.
I'm to be a stereotypical nun for Halloween because all the blue Trek science officer shirts were sold out, the Raptor uniforms were too small, and I didn't feel like dealing with the rush of bodies in the store for longer than necessary. No, not a pregnant nun (it is a classic, but there are always a kazillion of those in the parade) and I passed on the devil horns. Just a simple ole nun. The wimple doesn't work with my face *at all*. My cheeks are ginormous, and the way that thing frames me makes it looks like I'm hoarding nuts for the winter. If I end up hitting the party afterward I'll most likely chuck it anyway.
Looking back now, I should have gone with my first instinct this morning and stayed in bed under the covers. Instead I decided to flirt with actually *doing stuff* and in the six hours since I've done laundry and partially cleaned the living room. Such a waste.
The Cap'n's snagged a lovely apartment, even if it is out in the boonies. I'm quite envious. My current situation becomes more and more intolerable as time passes.
There's a Rock Band 2 tournament at a bar in my work area this Tuesday. I run the risk of getting drunk during a weeknight as I do my work and cheer on folks. That is my idea of weeknight fun. Yes, I am "lame" and "square" and other 80's terms for having no problem with enjoying geeky things.
I wish my gym was closer to my house. Or that I had a car or license (both, actually) to get there. Or a gym buddy. That'd be nice.
Carry on.
There is no way to describe fanfic, no matter how good it may be (and yes, Virginia, there is such a thing as good fanfic) without making it sound horrible: "Right, so there's this story where Ianto's pregnant, but only for a small portion, really!, and it's his and Jack's child and Jack's, like, quite torn over the whole thing, and then Owen places the embryo in a status chamber and then...". Most sane ficcers fled when the mpreg was mentioned, but the story isn't bad at all. Although it may simply be my lack of eloquence that's doing the main disservice.
I'm to be a stereotypical nun for Halloween because all the blue Trek science officer shirts were sold out, the Raptor uniforms were too small, and I didn't feel like dealing with the rush of bodies in the store for longer than necessary. No, not a pregnant nun (it is a classic, but there are always a kazillion of those in the parade) and I passed on the devil horns. Just a simple ole nun. The wimple doesn't work with my face *at all*. My cheeks are ginormous, and the way that thing frames me makes it looks like I'm hoarding nuts for the winter. If I end up hitting the party afterward I'll most likely chuck it anyway.
Looking back now, I should have gone with my first instinct this morning and stayed in bed under the covers. Instead I decided to flirt with actually *doing stuff* and in the six hours since I've done laundry and partially cleaned the living room. Such a waste.
The Cap'n's snagged a lovely apartment, even if it is out in the boonies. I'm quite envious. My current situation becomes more and more intolerable as time passes.
There's a Rock Band 2 tournament at a bar in my work area this Tuesday. I run the risk of getting drunk during a weeknight as I do my work and cheer on folks. That is my idea of weeknight fun. Yes, I am "lame" and "square" and other 80's terms for having no problem with enjoying geeky things.
I wish my gym was closer to my house. Or that I had a car or license (both, actually) to get there. Or a gym buddy. That'd be nice.
Carry on.
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Date: 2008-10-26 08:48 pm (UTC)My head hurts now. :g:
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Date: 2008-10-26 10:44 pm (UTC)Years of Catholic upbringing come to fruition. I should snap a picture and send it to my grandparents. Joy.
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Date: 2008-10-26 09:32 pm (UTC)...or if you consider Jenny's existence at all. (theoretically, any kid Jenny would have would be The Doctor's, since she's a clone of him and all... right?)
Maybe all the Final Fantasy VIII mpregs rotted my sense of disbelief.
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Date: 2008-10-26 10:42 pm (UTC)(Awesome icon, btw!)
Wait, there's FFVIII mpreg? Of course there is. But you've read it? Ha! :)
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Date: 2008-10-26 10:47 pm (UTC)I'm a teensy bit curious: where are these TW fics?
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Date: 2008-10-26 11:01 pm (UTC)Fandom is amazing.
Re: the TW fic - Only one, but pretty long: Get Loved, Make More, Try To Stay Alive by Dira Sudis (http://dira.ficlaundering.com/dwt/getloved.html). It's a kidfic as well, so beware if that's not your thing (kidfic usually follows preg fic, right? God, my brain is fried tonight). I vouch for Dira's stuff, even if this isn't the best thing of hers I've had the privilege to come across.
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Date: 2008-10-26 11:07 pm (UTC)That would be my kind of hospital. ;)
I once watched this story on either nightline or 20/20 that was about some greasy food joint in Arizona or someplace like that were the waitresses dressed like sexy nurses, which was offending some nurse group.
Seriously, it was a joke. A bad joke perhaps, but I don't think that it needs to offend anyone.
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Date: 2008-10-26 11:22 pm (UTC)And with fanfic- it is funny that descriptions are hard to come by without sounding strange, but it's kind of the same with lots of fictional stories..I'm not sure I could even describe the books i'm reading now without a disclaimer, "Just trust me- it's better than it sounds!" Hopefully we didn't scare the people at the resturant too much (well, i'm not worried about anyone at our table), but I think the staff was happy to see us leave, haha.
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Date: 2008-10-26 11:36 pm (UTC)No doubt. You're all kinds of awesome! Geology rocks! :)
And with fanfic- it is funny that descriptions are hard to come by without sounding strange, but it's kind of the same with lots of fictional stories..I'm not sure I could even describe the books i'm reading now without a disclaimer, "Just trust me- it's better than it sounds!"
This is true. I think I can describe fanfic that I believe to be *bad* easily. But when it comes to the stuff I enjoy I just want to gush and be all "and, omg!, I loved it when" xyz, without having to be all eloquent and, you know, use my college degree or what have you. And when you're around fanfolk you can gush and they totally understand what you're trying to say. It's surreal.
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