Okay, I'll stop spamming, but. Watching Angel and it's the ep with that ring of (Angel, stop brooding) whatsit and Oz! Oz kicking arse and driving (I said stop it!) like a pro and I love (Stop thaaaaaaaat!) him!
I, er, obviously still have Angel issues, though. *cough*
I am so confused. Last time I watched Sky's run of Buffy, it was first season, wee young things all over, and now it's suddenly ... one of the last eps, I suspect, and Giles looks old and Xander's lost an eye and Spike has .. a soul, WTF? So confused!
*goes to read Spike/Xander to soothe soul*
The things you find while cleaning, man. I'm going through the stationary and paperwork and stuff, and um. Found my original, handwritten versions of just about all the stories I wrote between early 2000 and late 2003, back before my RSI got so bad I couldn't write by hand anymore. Things like Polar, Sin, the very first incarnation of Elfstone, back when that title was still, you know, applicable, and, to quote an e-mail I just sent to Amy, "an entire chapter of HP fic, plus notes on plotting, that I have absolutely no recollection of. I don't know where I was going with this, although judging by what I can still read from my notes, it was ambitious and epic and also Harry/Draco." I may type this up at some point, if only to share the bad. Ow.
Oh, dear lord, I found my teenaged emo-goth poetry. The only thing stopping me from burning it is my inner archeologist. My inner writer cares not for preservation for future generations, she just wants to pretend this never happened. *hides* (I wrote epic poetry, people! WTF, self, WTF.)
WTF, when did I write (the beginning of) a S:AaB/BtVS crossover? Clearly, I was on crack in the nineties. o_O
Awwww, my very first attempt at writing a fantasy novel, way back in ... *thinks* Christ, that must've been '94 or thereabouts. Holy crap. (Oddly enough, I'm a lot less embarassed about the things I wrote pre-puberty, possibly because I had no delusions of depth yet back then and just wrote fairy tales. Heh.)
And a whole bunch of my trying-to-draw stuff from the late nineties. Actually, some of this isn't too bad, I should get these scanned in.
[ETA] ... I'd forgotten just how much Biker Mice from Mars fanart I'd drawn back then. Ehehehe. Right. *cough*[/ETA]
Mmmmm, early Buffy. God, they all look so young! And Oz! Wheeeee!
... So I'm reading Spike/Xander fanfic, as one does, and I come across a paragraph in which Xander mentions The Love Boat, and, hand to god, seconds later, guess what comes on TV?
Yeah. I think the fanfic gods are toying with me again. Or maybe it's the TV gods. Or both, plotting against me together. And now I sound like Xander and clearly I've been reading way too much buffyfic again. Argh.
Finally, my con report! I didn't keep a daily journal this year, so I'm liable to get times and days wrong, especially because I got maybe alf the sleep I should've, this year. Be warned.
( Thursday )
( Friday )
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( Monday )
Oh, and of course no Escapade report is complete without quotes. Just a handful this year:
Meaghan, in the car and out of context: Can you see where my fingers are?
Michelle, re: Legolas and Gimli: The first thing they do when they get to Gondor is redecorate!
Soshanna, re: Cooper/McQueen (S:AaB): It takes a novel to get a blowjob.
Mouse: I had a thought process thing about that.
Meaghan, re: the concept of "Bob and Silent Jay": "I dunno, Silent Jay ... I keep thinking "angry mime".
Sorcha, re: weird but stacked chick in the audience at the Oscars: It's like she's smuggling a midget on each side of her chest!
Dear Self,
GO HOME! Stop reading Spike/Xander and stuffing your face with winegums and GO THE FUCK HOME!
Argh,
You
*wanders off to go ponder the Madonna/Cindy Laupre idea Linz gave her*
"Maybe vampires couldn't smile. Spike was the first one he'd ever seen even try. Being staked wasn't something to laugh at. Neither was being Angel."And while I think it's pretty funny, I'm at a complete loss as to where the hell I was going with this. Um.
(From 'Should, a BtVS WIP)
*pines for her lovely little pairng-fandom shot to hell by the apologists*
I have Spice Up Your Life (or whatever the title of that song is) in my head.
From by You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go Bob Dylan: # Situations have ended sad / Relationships have all been bad / Mine've been like Verlaine's and Rimbaud. #. Um, eep?
...
That doesn't really help, does it?
I dreamt I was living in a great big mansion with Jess, Angel (!) and Spike (!!!). There was lots of shouting, mainly between me and Angel, and Angel and Spike, and a bunch of angst about Drusilla.
Popular TV ate my brain! Argh! I haven't even watched TV in four months!
Giles: "Splendid. Well, it's ages since I've been to a gig. Well, don't look that way. I'm... I'm... I'm down with the new music. And I have the albums to prove it."And now I have a desire for Giles/Oz. Oddness est.
Buffy: "Yes, but it's your cutting-edge 8-tracks that keep you ahead of the scene."
Oz: "Don't scoff, gang. I've seen Giles' collection. He was an animal in his day."
Giles: "Thank you."
Buffy: "Hey, why not? If the Stones can still keep rolling, why can't Giles?"
Thank you. Thank you, thank you thank you.
(And if you make Spike a semi-regular cast member, I just might die. Which is good, yo. Please? I'm may be prepared to have your babies in exchange for that little favour.)
Jesus fucking Christ. I have discovered the truth! Joss is a 14-year-old fanfic-writing teenybopper girl! Asshole.
Yes, Te, I know she's not really all-evil. But I severely disliked her. She was too much of a MS for me.
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