Apr. 3rd, 2010 11:48 am
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Thank you to everyone for their loveliness in my last post--my aunt is doing better. Not great, but better. Anyway, your comments were like hugs when I needed them most, so seriously, thank you.

Also, okay, I have REALLY EXCITING NEWS. And somewhat less exciting news to follow. BUT FIRST:

OMG GUYS LOOK: EEEEE. Kara, my darling dearest, recorded my crazy Guided Tour to the October Country fic and it is fabulous and she captures the Frank and the Gerard voices so well. *flails all over town* Seriously, the whole thing is delicious and shivery and just like I imagined it. And she did a crazy fantastic job, especially since I liberally splashed the whole fic with random Egyptian words and shit. Poor Karalarabelle. <3

Also, ahaha, for those of you who didn't guess, I am de-anoning and owning up: I wrote the Laurence/human!Temeraire fic for the Temeraire Kink Meme. Oh, yes. OF COURSE I DID. Anyway, I am schlepping it up on AO3 and will post it here to LJ and  to some of the Temeraire comms for completeness' sake in a moment. So, uh, sorry if you see dragon porn all over your flists for a bit.

Anyway, I still owe about ten thousand fics, and I am sorry! I promise I am working on them all. I am just terrible at brevity. And timeliness. Terrible, terrible, terrible. Expect evidence of this to appear in the next few days.
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Title: A Guided Tour of the October Country: Please Keep Your Arms and Legs Inside the Wind of Death At All Times
Pairing/Prompt: for the [livejournal.com profile] no_tags exchange: Frank/Gerard, Halloween
Rating: PG-13ish
Warnings: strong language, mummy costume, cuteness, vomit
Notes: This is a loose AU of Ray Bradbury's The Halloween Tree, but you don't need to have any knowledge of the canon to read this. Also, I have the best betas in the world. [livejournal.com profile] softlyforgotten soothed me in the depths of my madness and was a fantastic cheerleader, and oh man, this fic would be SO TERRIBLE without the loving thrashing that [livejournal.com profile] brimtoast gave it, she is my hero. Seriously.  ♥


That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. )
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Title: These Aren't The Droids You're Looking For
Pairing/Prompt: Patrick, gen, IN SPACE
Rating: PG
Warnings: crack. oh man. such crack.
Notes: STAR WARS AU. THAT'S RIGHT. YOU HEARD ME. Also, this was intended to be much longer, but, well. There may be a sequel in the not so distant future. IN A GALAXY RIGHT HERE.
Also, huge thanks to my lovely betas and handholders, [livejournal.com profile] airgiodslv and [livejournal.com profile] fictionalfaerie , who listened to me rant and descend into madness over the course of writing this. PINCH HITS, MAN. I CAN NEVER RESIST THEM.


A Jedi walks into a bar... )


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So I have some ficlets from that random-numbers-meme thing, and if the internet will be so gracious as to allow it, I'll post them here for you guys. As I have gone lj-stupid, the chances of that are vanishingly slim. But I'll give it a shot, eh?

In case you were wondering, by the way...
2 = James Dewees, 7 = Brendon Urie, 8 = Jon Walker, 3 = the Joker, 4 = James Potter, and 14 = Gerard Way.


So, for [info]perspexsea, I have one cracktastic ficlet, as ordered:


Then I have three for [livejournal.com profile] fictionalfaerie (THREE OF MANY TO COME):

So, yeah. That happened. Uh. I might write more of that last one. QUAKE IN FEAR. But I've also almost finished a ficlet for [livejournal.com profile] softlyforgotten which isn't actually a ficlet, but instead some epic thing that has taken over the entire universe. Which is unfortunate, as I don't think it's even in fandoms she's interested in. SORRY, BB. I'll write more later! In the interim, though, you should all watch this as a primer: Dr. Horrible's Sing-A-Long Blog. It's only 45 minutes and it will enrich your day and musical repetoire and life. Seriously, guys, it is amazing. [livejournal.com profile] fictionalfaerie I AM LOOKING AT YOU. AND I AM NARROWING MY EYES.
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I am alive! In case the internet wondered. I am back from the woodland wilds of Africa, I have survived rampaging hippos and my own general ineptitude. Time for a celebratory post! Which for me, is a post filled with photos of Gerard. So yes, here are the incredibly belated photos of MSG! However, one warning. These pics include a lot of fanhands flailing around the bottom. I was in the pit, okay? I did my best just to SURVIVE. IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, WELL THEN. MY SINCEREST APOLOGIES, I AM AN INEPT PHOTOGRAPHER.


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LOL FOREVER. y/n, in the new video posted to the mychem blog, 2:45 minutes in, Gerard Way is doing the Randal dance from Clerks? GERARD. CALL ME. WE NEED TO MAKE OUT.

In other news, I am stalled in Nairobi! Our field team has four ancient vehicles (a dodgy truck and three Land Rovers), none of which are currently operational. Over the course of the last week, each of these 'vehicles' has undergone some sort of repair and subsequent GLARING FAILURE, in which the car manages to get a few blocks, stall out, and then die utterly in the middle of traffic, requiring teams of Kenyans to push it back to the mechanics'. Infamous. But soon, soon, we'll be out in the field. Despite the delays, my delight and disbelief remains unabated. I am living the motherfucking dream, folks. This is my life. How did this happen?

At any rate, in between tooling around the National Museum and drinking heavily--alcohol of choice: the local beer (Tusker! <3 <3) and South African liqueur (AMARULA, OMG, HEAVEN IN A BOTTLE...who wants some? I will mail it to you. It is a bottle of liqueified, alcoholic cream savers, essentially. LIQUID HAPPINESS.)--I've been working steadily on my epic F/G fic. I'm at 74 pages and 40,000 words, ish. Holy monkey, guys. And it is in no way anywhere near to done. ONE DAY. 

Hopefully I'll be out in the field on Tuesday, digging up hominin and carnivore fossils, but feel free to send me messages! I may periodically be able to access my email at a disreputable post office with an 'internet cafe.' Riiiight. I have my doubts. But if this rumor proves correct, I will be able to update you on my exploits. Apparently last season, one of the girls, Cara, got charged by a hippo and had to escape into a thorn bush before it got tired of her and trotted off back into the lake. o.O DEATH BY HIPPO. HELLS YEAH. Also, there are tailless scorpions with gaping maws and septic bites. I will try to get some pictures for you guys. THE ADVENTURE! THE LOOMING DEATH!

I am so. Excited.

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So, My Chemical Fucking Romance does Madison Square Garden. There is NOT ENOUGH GLEE IN THE WORLD. I shouldn't have gone, I had 2 papers to write, I stood outside in the rain for six hours, and it was the best night of my life thus far. I regret nothing.

Next: So, apparently the way to make friends at a Panic show is to wear a Mikey Fucking Way shirt? Also, OMG THE HUSH BOYS TOUCHED ME. EEEEE.

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For now, I'll just say this. Okay, I get it. You guys win. MIKEY FUCKING WAY, MOTHERFUCKERS. *clads self accordingly*


I might as well die now, happy and OMG THE PAPERS I HAVEN'T DONE, AHAHAH. 

Think happy thoughts.



May. 8th, 2008 08:08 pm
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MCR TOMORROW OMG. If anyone is going sort of later in the day and wants to hang out, let me know. EEE.

I cannot for the life of me concentrate on my papers on paleorivers and lakes in the Sahara. I am consumed with thoughts of Frank rapping and Gerard being GERARD and MIKEY FUCKING WAY. TORO'S THIGHS. HNNNGH. BOBERT. Although apparently tomorrow is supposed to be totally unpleasant in terms of wind and rain and COLD. Hmm. May have to eschew getting an awesome place in line and just hang out in Midtown Comics. WHAT. I'M NOT POTENTIALLY STALKING ANYONE. *shifty eyes*

In other news, CANNOT STOP WRITING EPIC FIC. I need to somehow translate this enthusiasm into a term paper. :\



Mar. 29th, 2008 11:59 pm
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Soooo.... I'm pretty nerdy. Like, no. Really, I am. 

How nerdy, you ask?

Well, today I was easing my hangover by slumming in the local comic store, Alternate Universe, bugging the owner and knocking things over with my crazy clumsy self and generally causing havoc. I'd picked up Doom Patrol 5 (WHY SO EXPENSIVE, GRAPHIC NOVELS?) and the new issue of Dark Tower and wasn't quite ready to venture back outside yet. So I kept poking through the collectibles and flipping through the posters and then I made this totally indecipherable noise and the owner looked up, all alarmed like oh god, what's she done now? Has she set things on fire?


To make a long story short, I am now the proud owner of an Umbrella Academy poster signed by our very own Gee Way, which I carefully lugged home in the crazy windy weather and up five flights of stairs and have hung in a position of honor above my bed.

I probably shouldn't be so insanely excited by this. But the Umbrella Academy, god. It's so fucking fantastic. Really and truly a work of art and brilliant, witty, fucking innovative as hell. Seriously, I am fuckin' ecstatic over here. I am even attracted to his ridiculous signature! GERARD WAY, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME.

Also, as a result, I am now broke. Yay for ramen!

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AHAHAHAAHHHA. Ohhh my godddd. Okay, so I was sort of bopping around on the My Chem myspace to see if maybe they'd sekritly put up more tour dates on the East Coast (WAY TO NOT REPRESENT YOUR ROOTS BOYS, JEEZ) and you know that little radio/jukebox thing that plays songs while you're wandering around the site?

I JUST LISTENED TO THEIR VERSION OF MAMA LIVE. I never knew how empty my life was until this moment. GERAAAAARD. You giant loser. I just picture him doing retarded macarena-chickendance-bugaloo dances and getting way too excited and spitting all over the mic and Ray and Mikey in the corner staring, like, omg is he dying? Is this epilepsy? And Frank all mad, because epileptic flailing is his schtick, dammit!

And then at the end! When Gerard decides that since there are no ladies to weep and wail for him he WILL DO IT FOR HIMSELF. GERARD, YOU GIANT HAM. You just know he's wiping his eyes theatrically with a feather boa and that Bob is somewhere in the background, shaking his head sadly.

I cannot wait to see these boys live. I may pass out with joy.


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