there will be a fish

Yay Archive of Our Own Open Beta Day!

I feel a bit self-aggrandizing creating an account, since I only have about 6 pieces to post there, and most are only a few hundred words. But I have to say, importing all my fic (few though they are) is appealing far too strongly to my organizational impulses. There are so many delightful fields to fill in! :D

I am cracking myself up, at least, by adding my Blue Castle fic to the Canadian Shack tag. It's technically true, since their Blue Castle is totally a shack in Canada...although it rather predates the fannish Canadian Shack. Does this make me a bad person/tagger? 'Cause I don't care.

Anyway, it's distracting me from the fact I should be doing work and the fact that I am sick and miserable, so. Whatever.

So, I feel like writing. (...not my paper for school, though, of course. *scoffs* Don't be silly!)

Let's play a game! We'll call it "the Twitter Comment Fic Challenge" -- it's sort of like those "tell a story in 10 words" memes, only with 140 characters instead. You (that would be the plural you, as in, my flist) comment giving me a fandom, and a prompt/pairing/character/mood word/whatever if you like; then I write you a mini-fic of 140 characters. If you want to play along, you can request a fandom in return.

Anything is fair game! I'm up to date on House, NCIS, NCIS:LA, The Good Wife, Criminal Minds, Bones, SPN, Fringe, 30 Rock, White Collar, Psych, Chuck, Leverage, Burn Notice, Eureka, Southland, and Doctor Who -- just to name what's currently running on TV. I'm a few eps behind on Merlin and Mad Men, five episodes into Castle, and studying Man From U.N.C.L.E. for my thesis. And that's not counting the million and a half other things I've seen or read over the years, so feel free to throw out something random. I like a challenge. :D

Okay...go!

So, I've been catching up on House from a full season behind. Aside from telling you all that I really missed House and Wilson's friendship (the entirety of 5.17 "The Social Contract," for example, was just lovely in their delightfully fucked up way), I just wanted to comment on something really nice that the writers Doris Egan created. I'll write it so it's non-spoilery -- it may be the regulars! It may be the Case of the Week intro! YOU WON'T KNOW. Unless you've seen it, of course.

So, two people sleep together. (SPOILER ALERT: it's not House and Wilson! Sadly.) Girl wakes before guy, applies lipstick, kisses on boy's cheek before leaving; guy wakes up after girl is gone, goes into bathroom, notices kiss mark in mirror, and sees lipstick sitting on counter where girl left it for him to find. Isn't that such a lovely, creative way to leave a non-verbal morning-after note?

It totally makes me want to steal the idea for my own nefarious purposes. *eg*

I wanted to say thanks to all the people supporting me in my insanity over the past few days. The presentation of my (half-finished) script didn't go brilliantly, mostly because I felt like it mainly revolved around the fact that when I've written on something that long and that hard, I go kind of crazy and disassociative about it. So the last thing I want to do is hear my story read out loud in a group of a dozen opinionated undergrads and a professor I really like, while I'm running on four days or so without REM sleep and totally paranoid that everything in my spy drama is glib and contrived. And of course that shows and becomes the center of discussion rather than what actually works for people or needs help. *headdesk*

Suffice it to say, I may have bummed a cigarette off a total stranger (and made a new friend while at it!) I call her Vera. no really, that was her name (I sometimes wonder if that is really the appeal of smoking for me--the ritual and the connection with a complete stranger over this simple, physical act. It's fascinating) and then basked in the company of fangirls (calathea and tazical are in town!).

*sigh*

In totally random news, I sometimes have thoughts like this while doing basic things like washing my hands: "I wonder if it's nerdy knowing that the handsoap I'm using works mostly because of the way it interacts with the phospholipid bilayer of my skin?"

I am so sick of writing, you guys. Which is not good, because I have no time left to do anything except write like the wind.

I think I will run away and become a hermit in the forest somewhere instead pursuing a career in film. I miss camping. And trees.