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To be , or not to be , that is the question,
Whether ´tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep-
No more , and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache, and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to; ´tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep-
To sleep, prechance to dream, ay there´s the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come?

Bow, exit stage left.

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Le research est arrivée! (Not unlike Le Baujolais Nouveau, but that's neither here nor there.) Therefore, I shall be reading a bunch this weekend, and plotting out the story. Yay. Oh, and my collegue said she'd bring me a book she has of murals in Northern Ireland. :) I like her.

(Also got Hearts In Atlantis..)

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I am 57% Metal-Head.

I rock just as hard as the rest of the thrash set, except when no ones looking I like to get down with a little "More than a Feeling."

Take the Metal-Head Test at Fuali.com!

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Happy birthday, flink!

At last, the Take That story!

author: armelle amaya | fandom: take that | pairing: mark/robbie | rating: pg16 | summary: in which robbie's room is haunted, and mark plays security blanket | status: new, finished | date: 25 october 2001 - 9 november 2001 | email: minerva@femgeeks.net | series/sequel: no | webpage: http://www.independentsoul.net | disclaimer: not mine; didn't happen | author's notes: a long time ago (mid-1990's), in a galaxy far, far away (europe) there was a boyband called take that; every girl my age was nuts about them; me, i was all about the beatles; had you told me then i'd be writing stories about these blokes, i'd have laughed in your face; oh, how the mighty have fallen; visual aid -- left to right, at the top: garry barlow, jason orange, howard donald, mark owen, and at the bottom is robbie williams; that's whip cream, btw; i hope; thanks to tri for quick beta! |

( Could It Be Magic )

Random bunny, up for grabs

<snip me bitching about a story wherin Nick and Justin sound like they're British, and quoting from it.>
Tri: Nick Carter's in the Mafia!
Tri: Funny. I always thought it'd be AJ.
Me: Yeah, but the rest of it's so typically Britischisms! Ack!
Me: And you! With the bunnies! Quit it!
Tri: **eyes IM window** Um. So many directions, so not going there.
Me: The bunnies, or the badness?
Me: Or something else entirely?
Tri: C: Both.
Me: Actually, I can sort of see, say, AJ and Joey as the "muscles" in a mob organisation. And Kevin as their boss.
Me: (Um. AJ. Armani suit. Fuck.)
Tri: With Nick Carter as like, the Michael Corleone of one of the Families.
Tri: (Yes, I would fu--er...)
Tri: brb
Me: God. Yes. And um. JC and Brian as the naive guys setting up a business and trying to fight the family, not pay protection money.
Tri: And Howie as the consigliori.
Me: **dies** Okay. Random Howie moment there. (Stoppit, Dorough!)
Tri: Come on, can't you just see Howie playing Tom Hagen in The Godfather?
Me: **dies, dies, dies** Dammit. Okay, fine, i have a thing for men in suits. Especially when they act all quiet and in the background and whooboy, Kevin all quietly, calmly menacing, and AJ and Joey grinning before kicking the shit out of some punk who's messed with the family.
Me: Um.
Tri: But AJ and Joey wouldn't do that if they were the caporegimes. They'd send the soldiers out to do that for them.
Me: Don't mess up my fantasy of sexy boys and violence.
Me: :p
Tri: Although if it were something really important, the capos would do it themselves...
Tri: brb
Me: Indeed. And I'm missing the Timbercks here. They could be. Um. More muscle? Actual "low" muscle. Yeah. Mmm. Justin. Bllood. Violence.
Tri: back
Tri: ack
Tri: brb
Tri: back
Me: wb
Tri: Yeah, Justin and Chris could be soldiers.
Tri: They really get to do the whole blood and violence thing.
Tri: Danke.
Me: Yeah. (Have you seen the Arena Homme Photoshoot? Cause Woa!)
Me: And um. Really nice bunny here.
Tri: Yeah. Are you going to write it?
Me: Noooo! But I'll pimp it out!

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So I'm having a number of ideas about essay type things I want to write about slash and slash fandom and the likes, and I'm thinking "Hm. I'd like these to get a wider audience, get people to discuss this with who aren't on my friends list, and I as myself "Where?" Basically, there's two options: Fanfic Symposium, and CABS.

The Symposium was nixed right away, because their intelectually superior attitude irritates me. I love discussions and meta-discussions and an academic approach to things, but they take it a step too far for me. And, well, any article I'd submit would have references to or examples from RPS, and I just know a number of people would concentrate on that rather than on my actual point, and a lot of them wouldn't even read it because of that. So, x-nay on the FS.

CABS? I seriously considered it. I like a lot of what they're saying, but some of the things they say rub me the wrong way, and. I dunno. I don't think I want to put my stuff on there, and that's even assuming I could do it under my own name, because Idon't want to take on a pseud for this. (They have a point, of course. I know damn well that if you're having a discussion about something writing-related, there's always gonna be people who will turn the discussion from whatever the point is to the flaws in your own writing. And trust me, i have big issues with that, and even bigger ones with the idea that if you're not a writer, your opinion is worthless. But at the same time, I'd feel as if I were hiding, and I don't want that.)

So, yeah. Anyone know a place where I could put up stuff like Ten Things Not To Do With A Sex Scene and a rant about dialects and dialogue and things like that?

Thank $deity it's Friday

Ugh. Yes. Knackered. Must clean at least vaguely, heat up veggie ravioli, and write; And chat. And stuff.

Oh, and feed my cat, yes. I saw you, Lola, there's no need to eat my toes.

Research books are great. Am forcing self to not highlight anything yet on first read-through. Tough.

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Didn't quite clean. Cleaned desk, sat on couch, got enthralled by research, looked up and whoops! it's 23:17. Panickd, shrugged, showered, poured self a Guinness and now I'm sitting here babbling to my LJ and wondering if I ought to read more, write, or just goof off.

(Sudden headache. Ow. Painkiller, now!)