Does anyone know if royalneptune ever finished the fic Distance? Or if she and scarytales ever finished All That We See Or Seem? Both were only like two chapters away from the end and just ceased to be. My heart is breaking. Or it's a coffee-induced heart attack, who knows.

So I get a call from my bank today, saying someone tried to charge 338 dollars on my debit card to some online software company! Since I have no software that costs me moneys, this was clearly fraudulent. Especially seeing as no software ever would cost that much. Mother of hell. Luckily my bank is on top of these things and cancelled the charge and my card immediately. So, no debit card for a week! Goodie. At least I have cash; thank god for tips, eh?

Does anyone watch Metalocalypse? Best show ever. I want Dethklok fanfic, but gen only on account of like, Toki/Murderface slash? UGH. Lawl.

Uhm. I guess I don't have anything fun to say, I just felt like I should post or something. Oh, here's something: I DON'T CARE IF IT RAINS TO HIGH HEAVEN TOMORROW, THE WATER IS WARM AND I AM GETTING IN THE POOL.

Has anyone else seen this? HILARITY.


Next up: I'm gonna be doing some beta work for someone I love so so dearly, and I'd like some opinions, if you have the time. I've done some minor beta work before, basically just picking out spelling and grammatical errors and helping restructure sentences, but this is a bit more in depth than that, and I'm also laying the pressure on pretty hard since it's someone I know so well. So:

When you're writing fic, what all do you like/dislike in a beta? Do you prefer someone to just pick out and fix any small errors or do you want to know they're there for future reference? When dealing with tenses/sentence structure/word choice, how do your betas typically give that advice to you [footnote-style; typed directly into/after the paragraph in question, perhaps bracketed or bolded or whatnot; something else that works way better]? I had someone beta a fic for me once by printing it out and adding notes by hand, term paper-style; is this something you would find effective?

Feel free to throw in anything else you think I would find helpful! Thanks!

I think baby Bronx looks like Patrick Stump. Just a little. It might be the grumpy eyebrows.

Or exhaustion has driven me MAAAAD! blah ha ha... whatevs.

has anyone else heard of this? i have this issue where i'm suddenly and oddly in love with professional wrestling [wwe, ecw, raw, tna, all of it] and i also am unendingly amused by the concept of porn, so it was suggested i check out ultimate surrender. seriously, the catchphrase/slogan/whatever?

WHERE THE WINNER FUCKS THE LOSER.

seriously, my life is complete knowing this exists. check it out.

does What a Catch, Donnie sound like a goodbye to anyone else? something about having all their friends sing all their biggest songs seems like a farewell to me.

in which case i would definitely be flying to chicago for the farewell show. le sigh.

i'm probably just reading into things too much.

On the off chance someone notices, I set all my fic to private.

On the off chance it affects your life negatively, let me know and I'll filter you in for whatever post you're looking for.



Unrelatedly: pie is definitely a breakfast food, I don't care what anyone says.

this has been bugging me since the album title was released; however, i am both busy and lazy so i didn't get around to hunting through my memories until now.

does anybody remember Between the End and Where We Lie by lovebashed? if not, it's a multiband bandom apocalypse AU, where everyone's imaginary friends and/or biggest fears and/or closet monsters come to life and the world as we know it ends. and it's fantastic and gorgeous and it was all i could think about a few months ago because of this line:

folie a deux folie a deux folie a deux, Pete writes on a napkin. shared madness. Maybe this is just all in their heads, in everybody's head.

that's really all i had to say. it's been driving me crazy as of late and i had to put that out into the interwebs so i didn't feel like the only person who noticed.

mmkay. <3

so i was rereading softlyforgotten's beautiful and in between the moon and you the angels get a better view and got caught on this:

...wonders if music is something so desperately alive that some kind of ghost escapes from every new song ever made...

and because it is late and i am odd i got to thinking on that. first, because it is a beautiful line but second, and more, because there's a strange logic to it. since i was young, music was always the one stable, unfailing thing in my life, that was always there. i can hear songs and recall exact moments they represent in my life, down to the time of day, the weather, the temperature of the room, the road i was driving on, etc. and i think that something with such a powerful impact on a person has to have some kind of real presence, some physical [or metaphysical, as the case may be] incarnation to validate it.

and then i did more of this thinking thing, and got to wondering: what would these ghosts look like? i mean, would the spirit of a particular song look the same to everyone, or would its appearance change based on the person to whom it appeared? do you only feel the presence of the songs which really mean something to you, or is every song ever created just wandering the earth, looking for someone to touch? do they communicate, with us or with one another? what would that sound like?

i dunno, i think i just rambled myself into a sleepless night. or better yet, a dream where Patrick Stump is the physical incarnation of a Chopin concerto. yes?


x

I was dicking around on this thing and here is what I have:

Spencer Smith does not go hunting, because the term "hunt" implies the possibility of failure. Spencer Smith goes killing.

One time, at band camp, Spencer Smith ate a percussionist.


Jon Walker's calendar goes straight from March 31st to April 2nd. Nobody fools Jon Walker.

Jon Walker cannot predict the future; the future just better do what Jon Walker says.


Ryan Ross will attain statehood in 2009. His state flower will be the magnolia.

Ryan Ross can judge a book by its cover.


For Brendon Urie, all streets are one way. HIS way.

Brendon Urie doesn't throw up if he drinks too much. He throws down!


Patrick Stump uses Tabasco sauce instead of Visine.

Patrick Stump doesn't believe in Germany.


The drummer for Def Leppard's only got one arm, because Bob Bryar needed a back scratcher.

Bob Bryar can drink an entire gallon of milk in thirty seven seconds.


When Frank Iero calls 1-900 numbers, he doesn't get charged. He holds up the phone and money falls out.

Behind every successful man, there is a woman. Behind every dead man, there is Frank Iero.




And so on. Something is seriously off in my little head.

Announcement! I have upgraded to Plus solely to use this faaabulous pie-centric mood theme, created by gandolforf.

I found it at alsointohats which is full of other awesome things, which everyone I know [the admittedly few of you] should go play with.

That is all. We now return to your regularly scheduled programming.

Love.

Oh yes, I'm about to bitch about stuff. Cut to avoid huge spammage.

( She makes a lot of abstract art. )

I posted this to wolfshirts but since my flist consists of spectacular writers, I thought I'd throw it your way too.

I've got this massive Labyrinth AU idea, only we all know I'm not the one to write it, although it doesn't stop me from watching it play out in my head. If you wanna write it, or chat!fic it to death with me, or have suggestions or something, let me know?!

I'm torn between Gerard as David Bowie [because, uhm, HELLO?!] and Gabe Saporta doing it, because he also has the theatrical and vaguely ooky thing down, only if Gerard was the Goblin King that would make Frank Jennifer Connelly. And Gerard would totally scam her into falling in love with him and ignoring the baby, except for then he'd figure out that damn poem and leave him.

So that leaves Gabe. Because Gabe could steal Gerard instead of the baby, oh my god, and Frank would go on the adventure to save him.

Bob Bryar as Ludo? Imposing but gentle, misunderstood, sweet Bob. And instead of those creepy things attacking Ludo, it's Panic! climbing all over him and Frank has to rescue Bob from their silly antics and surprisingly tight clutches.

Patrick as the caterpillar on the wall! But instead of asking Frank in to meet "the missus" he has her come out to meet Frank, and lo and behold, it is Peter!

Brian Schecter as Hoggle! At first he's not so nice to Frank, but he's only doing his job! And then he grows attached and risks the Bog of Eternal Stench for him! Oh goodness.

My one biggest hangup is Didymus. You know, that badass dog who rides a dog and challenges Ludo to a duel? I'd say Brendon Urie only he's already annoying poor Bob. Mikey? Except instead of being firey and jumpy and rather high-strung, he's kind of dry and instead of dueling, he wants a movie-quote-off, or a cat-naming competition, or something equally wacky.

God, if only I was a talented writer. I beg of thee, someone assist me?

Top five reasons my day has been better than yours:

5. I don't have tuberculosis!!! I succeed at life.

4. This fucking fic right here.

3. Tomorrow is the last day of the semester! Coupled with project sheet hijinks and little D.

2. Chicago style hot dogs! In North Carolina! I haven't eaten a hot dog in almost two years, no lie, because that's how long I've been away from the city and nowhere else can do it right. I mean, the hot dogs that are indiginous to NC are RED. RED!!! Unacceptable. So I found these Chitown transplants [luckily, the one is a Cubs fan, her South Side influences notwithstanding] and they make hot dogs. Real live Chicago style hot dogs. Hellooooo heaven.

1. Dun duh duh duuuuuun! wolfshirts OHHHH GOD!!! Best evaaaah!



That is all, be jealous of my day.

Love.

So I've been hopping around in my memories as of late and I have a few rec.s, for those of you who may not have read these yet.

Also, I really hope all the html is right because I just got my eyes dilated and the screen's a bit blurry. I checked as best I could; let me know about any bad links, k?

( Cut so's not to spam )

Love.

I'm writing again. Just so everyone knows [although I'm not entirely positive anyone cares, but I'm trying to stay away from that line of thinking]. Writer's block sucks, yeah, but it's infinitely worse when it's self-imposed, that is to say a little less [sixteen candles?] actually not being able to write and a little more [touch me?] telling myself I can't write for shit, thus causing me to not be able to write. I hope that sentence made at least a smidge of sense, and I apologize but I just can't do anything without including a Fall Out Boy quote.

Also, I love bandom but shit, does it make me feel old. Especially when the people making me feel old are also much better writers than I am. Dang.

Anyhow, just wanted to say thanks to anyone who's ever commented on a story of mine; I've been reading my old comments lately and they've been giving me the confidence to start writing again.

New story will be up soon.

Love.