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Is livejournal usually like this? (she demands angrily.) I was all excited at the prospect of wasting today figuring it out, but it's all server not found, journal read only, journal not readable at all, journal on some other plane of existance... Sigh.
Okay, better now. Um. I've decided I need to create my own emotion pictures, so I made this great plan of how I would find ONE emotion for each character... the challenge was is coming up with enough characters, you see. It's not working out, however, because *some* characters aren't satisfied with just one. damn 3D people Ah well. A girl could do worse than two Methos pics. I'll find some really unflattering ones.
More Importantly,
I read a really great fic today, by accident, while LJ was down:
All Hearts, Which I By Lacking
By Ellen Fremedon
This is a Sandman fic, and it is exquisite. If you enjoyed Book of Dreams, this far outshines the best in that collection, IMHO.
I am normally wary of such things to the point of paranoia, (which made writing A Song Stolen somewhat painful for me) and there has only been one other Sandman story I've ever come across that I think worthy of, well, existence might be too harsh, but worthy of reading, anyway:
The boy who gave away his birthday
By Mary
Which is very different from the other, but still good.
Both of these could quite legally be classified as slash fic under the usual definition, and I'd even reluctantly agree for the last one. I'm not sure if I mean that as a warning or an advertisement or an attempt to be vague and difficult.
Mary, while I'm at it, also wrote Forgotten Girl, a poignant Neverwhere/Buffy Crossover, and a Dogma Fic that, to be honest, I'm not overly fond of, but contained a passage that followed me around in my head.
God has rough hands, no matter what body they're attached to. So if you meet a girl with a friendly smile and strange clothes who has calloused palms and dirt under the fingernails, or an old man with wide thumbs covered with ingrained dirt, you may have met your messiah and not realised it.
Satan's hands are dainty, smooth. He's the boy with the pretty lies and hot breath on the dancefloor, the woman who you never forgave for breaking your heart or stopped loving.
Maybe that last one's God, too.
And that concludes the random fic recs for today. So, now, the random friending I intended to accomplish earlier. I feel so alo-one...
Okay, better now. Um. I've decided I need to create my own emotion pictures, so I made this great plan of how I would find ONE emotion for each character... the challenge was is coming up with enough characters, you see. It's not working out, however, because *some* characters aren't satisfied with just one. damn 3D people Ah well. A girl could do worse than two Methos pics. I'll find some really unflattering ones.
More Importantly,
I read a really great fic today, by accident, while LJ was down:
All Hearts, Which I By Lacking
By Ellen Fremedon
This is a Sandman fic, and it is exquisite. If you enjoyed Book of Dreams, this far outshines the best in that collection, IMHO.
I am normally wary of such things to the point of paranoia, (which made writing A Song Stolen somewhat painful for me) and there has only been one other Sandman story I've ever come across that I think worthy of, well, existence might be too harsh, but worthy of reading, anyway:
The boy who gave away his birthday
By Mary
Which is very different from the other, but still good.
Both of these could quite legally be classified as slash fic under the usual definition, and I'd even reluctantly agree for the last one. I'm not sure if I mean that as a warning or an advertisement or an attempt to be vague and difficult.
Mary, while I'm at it, also wrote Forgotten Girl, a poignant Neverwhere/Buffy Crossover, and a Dogma Fic that, to be honest, I'm not overly fond of, but contained a passage that followed me around in my head.
God has rough hands, no matter what body they're attached to. So if you meet a girl with a friendly smile and strange clothes who has calloused palms and dirt under the fingernails, or an old man with wide thumbs covered with ingrained dirt, you may have met your messiah and not realised it.
Satan's hands are dainty, smooth. He's the boy with the pretty lies and hot breath on the dancefloor, the woman who you never forgave for breaking your heart or stopped loving.
Maybe that last one's God, too.
And that concludes the random fic recs for today. So, now, the random friending I intended to accomplish earlier. I feel so alo-one...
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No. It's often recalcitrant, but this last week they've been moving a lot of stuff to new servers, so it's been particularly awful. Scarily so, as when entire journals seem to disappear, although in reality they did not.
So, why did you randomly friend me? I would guess fandom stuff, except I don't write about fandom stuff in this journal anymore, just
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I don't remember how I got there, but I do recall glancing over some of your posts and feeling interested, so I suppose that probably had a lot to do with it. Plus, I was amused by the geek speak block, and I share a lot of your listed interests (I mean real interests, not just the handful of tv shows I could think of when I typed them.) I'm not that sure about the proper friending etiquette, so apologies if I accidentally sent psycho stalker-lurker vibes.
Um. So, not so random, then. Goes off to look for bed some more.
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(The evolution of my interests list from fannish/sexuality-related to ever more esoteric geekery amuses me. I feel so unique and all.)