late nights, bright lights

I'm kind of in love with this playlist. I call it 'Music To Listen To While Going Out To Face The Zombie Army'.

It might not be traditional zombie music. I'm probably the only one who would listen to Garth Brooks while smashing up zombies. WHATEVER. I am very fond of it and I think I will probably love it forever. Just sayin'. I might package it up and make y'all a mix. Maybe I'll just talk more about it, I haven't decided.

So the tiny little ficlet I set out to write is now a 5k soul-sucking monster with no end in sight. Like that time I wrote Castiel mpreg (whatever, don't judge me, it was so much fun). How do the weirdest things always get away from me?

I also started something new this morning. It stars a certain RP character I haven't played in forever. It was another magical example of 'starting to write something with no idea what I was going to do.' I almost feel guilty for the horrible shit I put my characters through.

Almost.

BRING ON THE ZOMBIES.

No seriously. I need another 300 words to hit my Write Until You Die July word goal for today. That's either one graphic zombie death or about ten less graphic ones. Or maybe my human characters will get torn to shreds and eaten. Haven't decided yet.

So apparently some wank is going on on Diana Gabaldon's blog about fanfic.

GRRM posted about it in his own blog. Now, his position is well known re: fic (he doesn't like it). That's cool, he's allowed to not like it. As a general rule. he makes very valid points about his reasons. I get it.

But then this, as he describes the situation.

Which soon, alas, became heated, as hundreds of... what's the correct term here? fanficcers? fan fictioneers? fans of fanfic? defenders of fanfic?

The term you were looking for is 'writers'.

But thanks for being so condescending.

ANYWAYS.

Funeral tonight was ... insane. Like 400+ people there which is intense for a funeral. I only cried when my mama started reading and then I drank some beer. And then some more beer. And then, I had a glass of water. And then another beer.

The whole while, it was pouring rain, right, so I was worried I was going to have to build an ark and then I starting thinking about Eddie Izzard's bit about the ark/speedboat. Two dogs, two sheep, two cats, two ducks...

The ducks say 'we're not coming!'

Noah says 'but there's going to be an enormous fuck-off flood!'

The ducks say 'so?'

Because all the animals that could swim or float got off scot-free. Major loop-hole, right?

It was all I could do to not fall out of my chair. INAPPROPRIATE EMOTIONAL RESPONSE TIME!

( aforementioned izzard audio under here )

So now I am writing (FANFICTION. GASP.) and eating leftover celery sticks and thinking about how weird my life can be sometimes. I had something else I want to write about but I don't remember.

EDIT: I remember!

Gabriel.

Yeah. You know how sometimes a name just gets ruined for you forever? Or not ruined, but... changed? Like how many girls would be able to date/marry/fuck a guy with the same name as their father?

I think Supernatural fandom ruined/changed the name Gabriel for me. Inappropriate giggles were had by all.

Okay guys. I blurbed a few days ago about Lady Gaga/TSwift and their epic love story (just say yes). epiphanyx7 put out (as usual)





*squees forever*

This has cemented her place as Faithful #2. What have the rest of you done to endear yourself to me recently?