So today, other than trooping to the mall to get my eyes checked and fitted with contacts for the first time in a decade, I have done...nothing. Or rather, I have downloaded Poladroid and spent the day Polaroidizing vacation photos, a picture of tornadorex and one fairly terrible self-portrait.

( Those are behind the cut )

That there meme that everyone else is doing:

Pick a paragraph (or any passage less than 500 words) from any fanfic I've written, and comment to this post with that selection. I will then give you a DVD commentary on that snippet: what I was thinking when I wrote it, why I wrote it in the first place, what's going on in the character's heads, why I chose certain words, what this moment means in the context of the rest of the fic, lots of awful puns, and anything else that you'd expect to find on a DVD commentary track.

February 2008 - current
Drabbles of the Recent-ish Variety
Among the Trees
Other VeidtOwl stuff that I may have forgotten to put on the fic journal

I am deeply ashamed of my lack of fannish organization.

I'd like to encourage my flist to sign up for wm_secretsanta. Because otherwise I'm doomed to getting OwlBlot for Christmas, and you wouldn't do that to me, would you? Of course you wouldn't.

So sign up here.

*smiles angelically*

Five drabbles for your birthday.

( Watchmen, VeidtOwl, pre-Keene. One Night. )

( Versus, Bastian/Elisha, Sleeping With Ghosts. )

( Dark-Hunter AU, Aimee/Spawn, Uninvited. )

( Versus/Spooks Crossover, Ellie/Tom, Nights in White Satin. )

( Versus, Tim/Josh, Thanksgiving. )

According to Verizon, my internet connection is "intermittent." (The amount of No Shit in that statement is staggering, truly.) Therefore, after a full week of this and a replacement modem that does the same thing, and plugging it into every outlet within reach of the dsl cable, they're finally sending out a technician.

In theory.

Between 8am and 8pm.

Again - in theory.

Somehow I suspect I'll be calling Comcast next week.


In any case, I'll be sitting at home all day today. Maybe I'll actually watch the movies that Netflix sent me a week ago. Or write something. glasspyramids and I are supposed to outline Versus for NaNoWriMo today, but that may be slightly difficult if the internet is being an ass.

Maybe James McAvoy in my icon will glare it into submission.

Uh, about two hours late. I'm a terrible person. Here, have pictures of your boyfriend!

( If I must save your flists, I must )
Doesn't he just look like he remembered your birthday?



And he's clearly got PLANS.



Oh, come on, Eli. He's not fussing, but you'll hurt his feelings if you don't let him celebrate! Look at those eyes!



Other birthday wishes are, of course, welcomed.

Ladies and gentlemen, may I present The Karnak Network:



Yes, quite.

Bubastis = iPod Touch
Ozymandias = MacBook

It's really a good thing I have eugenetapdance to remind me of these things.

( Both of these Jim Carroll poems are entitled Poem, as are most of the poems in Void Of Course. )

This weekend's agenda:

• Cake
• Writing
• Outlining the hell out of Versus/whatever we're calling this spy novel with glasspyramids in preperation for NaNoWriMo.
• Patrick Wilson in scrubs.

It's rare when a meme hits both the J-fandom and the western fandom sides of my flist, so I took it as a sign.

Comment with a fandom and I will tell you my:

+ OTP
+ Runner-up
+ Honorable mention(s)
+ Crack pairing(s)
+ Ship everyone else seems to like, but I don't

Picture the scene: The crowded downtown 6 train at 77th St. I've just strolled back from the Whitney, where I both saw the seriously awesome Georgia O'Keeffe abstraction exhibit and then ate some seriously awesome lemon-ricotta pancakes for brunch. I get on the train and promptly spot a woman holding a humane society cardboard box. Then a tiny little white nose pokes out of one of the holes.

KITTY.

I spent the next two stops talking to the cat - along with every other woman who got on at 77th and 68th, and probably 59th, too. Seriously, forget babies and dogs; cats are obviously the best magnet for attracting women of all ages, ever.

Having accomplished today's baking/cooking plans (ham, mushroom and feta quiche), it's time to meme.

Name a character from one of my fandoms, and I'll give you either
(a) three facts about them from my personal canon/fanon,
(b) a reason he/she sucks,
(c) a reason he/she is awesomecakes,
(d) five things that never happened to that character or
(e) five people that character never fell in love with and why
You pick the character. I pick the letter.

I may actually manage to do this one.

Otherwise, today I have purchased tights (that I needed) and jewelry (that I didn't) and resisted a really kickass pair of boots at Urban Outfitters, and watched approximately half of what promises to be a sad movie starring my internet fiance Matthew Goode. (I got past the part where he's naked, though.)

In case anyone was wondering, I am, in fact, alive.

Um, other than that...halfway through stagesoflove . Somehow this time I've managed to go so far over the word limit it's ridiculous. Stage One: 450 words. Stage Two: 530 words. Stage 3: 688 words. At this rate, I expect Stage 5 to be a full-length novella.

ETA: Dear God, there is an entire prompt community for h/c. Someone stop me.

I nearly murdered two dozen entitled teenagers in Soho today, got my haircut, and had a date tonight, but this post is about none of these things. This post is about:

stagesoflove

Stages is totally my favorite writing meme, and I've done it tons of times for several different pairings in several different fandoms. There are no other Watchmen signups, people.

There are also no Kamen Rider signups, gekidasa. *angelic*

Surely this should be rectified. Surely, people. VEIDTOWL COUP OF stagesoflove! WHO'S WITH ME?

Today, in brief:

8:45 am: Wake up. Chat with people online.
9:15 am: Get up to bake a pound cake. Sift dry ingredients without incident.
9:20 am: Realize the oven is smoking. Turn it off and clean it.
9:30 am: Start seperating eggs. Break the second one. Sigh and begin again.
9:35 am: Break the third.
9:35 am-10:00 am: Continue to fail completely at separating eggs.
10:05 am: Decide to fuck this shit and just beat all the eggs together.
10:10-10:25 am: Finish mixing the cake without problems, put in oven.
10:30 am: Collapse back in bed with a headache. Vow to keep the hell out of the kitchen for the remainder of the weekend.

Ask me my fannish Top Five [Whatevers]. Any top fives. Doesn't matter what, really! And I will answer them all in a new post.

I am so dead.

Stolen unabashedly from eugenetapdance and laney_jane:

• Post ten of any five pictures currently on your hard drive that you think are self-expressive.

• NO CAPTIONS!!! It must be like we're speaking with images and we have to interpret your visual language just like we have to interpret your words.

• They must ALREADY be on your hard drive - no googling or flickr! They have to have been saved to your folders sometime in the past. They must be something you've saved there because it resonated with you for some reason.

• You do NOT have to answer any questions about any of your pictures if you don't want to. You can make them as mysterious as you like. Or you can explain them away as much as you like.

( And here we go )

In conclusion: I like pretty men.

If this dress had squid on it rather than octupi, I would clearly have to purchase it. However, since it doesn't, I am saved from having to spend $50.

Today's intention was to get out of bed at 7 in order to make it to the Union Square Greenmarket by nine. I's now nine and, um, I've taken a shower? That's something, right?

It goes until 6 anyway. My hope is that it will not be as insane today as tomorrow.

In other massive fail news, my plan to get a lot of writing done on the book has pretty much been a dud. I've probably written 1000 words directly for the book in the last month....and thousands of words of RPing for either Watchmen or original characters. Oops.

I'm in the mood to write VeidtOwl, so if someone wants to toss a prompt my way, that'd be awesome.