a++ would smuggle into space again

oh my god i swear to god my attention span has finally died. like. kaput! that's it. gone. away down the drain with my grades and my enthusiasm for the sciences and my identity as a renaissance woman. that last is a lie, i don't paint.

have some six month old drabbles: the kiss-fic challenge, finally completed. i am sorry that i am spamming the shit out of you people, but it is how i am staying awake, let alone, er, functioning. 'functioning' is like a funny dream at this point. sorted by canon, roughly.

Actual Fandoms

( for Shana, Booster Gold/Blue Beetle I )

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( for Meej, Aaron Burr/Alexander Hamilton )
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( for Zoe, Wilfred Owen/Siegfried Sassoon )
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( for Aria, Sixsmith/Frobisher )

Original Characters

( for Becky: Space Lesbians! )

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( for Heidi, Felix Eichel/Claire Baker )

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( for Sares, Joshua Calhoun/Sam Watkins; Felix Eichel/Joshua Calhoun, James Rogers/Thomas Moore )

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( for Ji, Thom of Trebond/Thomas Moore )

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( for Fahye: Thomas Beech/Thomas Moore )

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( for Beth: Juilliard Vichy/Thom of Trebond )

Bonsoir, for metaphor.

( bonsoir: special DVD EXTRA VERSION )

*grins* Though there really aren't that many visible or around anymore, why the hell not?

Ask my characters anything/tell me something about my characters I don't know. Juilliard, Josh, Ada, Sophia; Myrissin, Radmyr, Lady Consort, Nashal. Am I forgetting anyone?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY demonic9yearold, winterwolfsong! Happy birthday agentalbie!

A very merry INCREDIBLY BELATED, this is her fault, unbirthday to evil_overlords!

God I'm looking forward to tomorrow. SO. MUCH. *waits impatiently for 114 pages of Storycircle to print out*

( that thurr interest même )

Two things of some import:

1) AIM remains a bitch, and will not allow me to log on. I suppose I should reboot the computer, but considering that I ... am way too lazy to, essentially, come talk to me here if you want to talk to me! Which should be all of you, obviously.

2) ... Abby, sweetheart, did you delete all your NML journals?

Five things of no import at all:

1) My final papers are amusing me to no end. (Although not enough to actually make me want to write them.) One class has been all about existentialism, futility, Sartre, and relativism. One class has been about prescriptive morality. I'm writing my Latin American paper (for the first class) on what García Márquez is telling us to do, and my Shakespeare paper on how he's the earliest existentialist barring Ecclesiastes. Which I'm also referencing for my Latin American paper. Why am I even writing two papers? For serious.

2) Yay, Colin! for The Crane Wife. But we knew that.

3) Thanks to the awesomeness of pushingmetaphor, the NML-script is progressing. I mean actually progressing. I can't overstress the squee I have at this. All the funny lines come from her, obviously. *g* We may have a draft of a pilot, sans all crazy ideas like say pacing, by the end of the week. Which is good, because that's when I go computer-incommunicado for five days. I can do that and my finals at the same time, right? ... Right?

4) And the Juilliard!Alden/John!Thomas AU at the same time too, right?

5) Oh crap.

Friendsmême: Oh, dakegra. Dave and I met over the Fforum, many a year ago. (I'd like to point out that the Fforumites are the only LJers barring evil_overlords who I knew pre-high-school.) The Fforum sense of humour -- bad puns, Britain über Alles (or at least über America), geekery -- helped make me the giant dork I am today, taught me about the Game, and totally failed to make me understand Mornington Crescent. Dave himself has adorable kids and posts myriad interesting links, as well as creating/participating in hundredpics, which is an exersize in posting 100 pics in 100 days, and very pretty.

I had a strange experience yesterday, which makes me think that I am probably spending too much time around Getty: on the cover of a book.

Well, obviously it was the whole picture, not just the icon (made by deutscheami), but still. Harper's original hat-icon was on some other book, too. I'm starting to recognise stock imagery. I think I may be going maaaaad.

Looked like a good book?

ALSO THE LIT AP DID NOT KILL ME. OVER AND OUT.

From thistlerose: This is how it works: Comment on this entry and I will give you a letter. Write ten words beginning with that letter in your journal, including an explanation what the word means to you and why, and than pass out letters to those who want to play along.

( P is for ... )

Happy NML-versary, everyone.

ALL YOUR BASE ARE BELONG TO US.

ETA: An interesting link, considering the date. Parallel universes may "consume or mangle" each other.

-- oh, oh, oh this song.

Cued directly into something in my spinal cord, I think. I have the clearest memory, or rather an amalgam of memories -- hours on the phone, with Aria and then Sares, and then reluctantly slouching back inside because my parents caught me, dammit. Hiding under the covers and reading Finn/Alden dead!fic on my iPod, because it's the only way I can get my No Man's Land fix. Strawberries, lots of them, because we had thousands. Singing the song at top volume in the shower, and then hurriedly self-censoring during the dirty bits of the song, and then trying to figure out an angle I can put the Dictionary of the Khazars at so I can keep reading while I'm showering -- Geyserville in August. Laziness, not-quite-contentment, fidgeting around ideas and recharging.

Why is it always music that's cued into a place-and-time? Seems a shame, when I can love a song and not listen to it anymore because it's tied to an awful Neopets game that I played until I almost went blind (Lost and Lookin', Lou Rawls) or to huddling in my mother's bed in wintertime and playing Mario on my mystery Game Boy while she told me about the details of musical theory (September, Earth, Wind and Fire.)

*puts it on loop, goes to read the Finn/Alden again*

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But. More importantly, it is ariastar's turn on the friendsmeme. And honestly, this could go on for pages and pages and pages; in the first drafts it did.

Mostly, though, it's just -- she's wonderful. If you know her, you know that. I think it may be impossible to not like her.

I'll limit myself to that, and also, to je t'aime, cherie. ariastar, people, friend her, it's worth it.