live from Los Angeles

It's cliched, musesfool says, to open a fic with your main character waking up. Which means it's gotta be even more cliched to open a livejournal post with this:

I have so fucking much to do.

Hi. I'm not at work. I took, believe it or not, a fic day. Which is like a sick day for the girl who has not yet begun her yuletide story *or* her blowjob story, not to mention the girl who hasn't picked up her Harry/Draco in *weeks* (sorry, prillalar) and who owes it to valhalla_sector to write a Jeremiah story but when?! I ask you? When?! Not to mention the girl who entered the world of fanfic through DS9 but hasn't lifted a finger in honor of International DS9 Month. Though, to my credit, I'm watching the DVDs like a trooper.

This is also the girl who owes killabeez a testimonial to the OTP that is Jeremiah/Markus, but every time I start to draft it it comes out sounding a hell of a lot like I Told You So. :P Also, I can't find my Season 2 tape. Rather, I can't figure out which of a thousand bastardized ex-X-Files tapes I recorded Jeremiah S2 on. Hmpf. We know it exists, because I made fialka sit through it...

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I haven't written a lick of fanfiction in close to a year. The H/D was my attempt at fanning the flame, as was my decision to participate in Yuletide and Blow It With Feeling.

This could have been a marginally philosophical post on my yen to fic, but instead it's more of a fortune cookie: fandom is part of who I am, and I miss it. Rimshot.

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Guess what, Wong Foo? You're not getting an update. But I'm wearing your sweater and it smells like Chanel #5.

wearemany is arriving, quite possibly, tonight. I'm awfully excited about that, though my life is ruled by houseguests and I've forgotten what it's like to have all my own keys. Then tomorrow it's to work early, possibly some Angels, and a UCLA/UConn b-ball game with Sputnik.

For those playing the home game: Sputnik took me for fondue this week. She's got a big orange coat. We're talking about a cabana or a trip to Tijuana (hi, logovo!) in the coming weeks.

Got me a new gal and I like her. *g*

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Sweet SAM I hope that after these Yuletides and Blowits and other challenges the fannish population spews forth some more Jeremiah fic. Because I swear to god if I have to read Sithkitten's missing scenes one more time I am going to KILL someone.

Listen. Listen to me. Jeremiah is so poor in fanfiction that it doesn't even have a CATEGORY on ff.net. Swear to god. Go click "TV Shows" over there and prove me wrong.

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Anyway. Home fic today. Jeremiah. Markus. Green sweater. This is how the world goes 'round.

Jeremiah icons, redux

( an assload of Jeremiah icons )