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10 December 2009 @ 08:48 pm
So the author says the pairing in this fic is not her OTP. Except, reading the fic, I really can't tell. You'd think that was a good thing, right? That I can't tell that the author doesn't like the pairing? Not this time.

I can't tell because the writing is so utterly bland (and epithet-ridden) that the only way I can tell who she's writing about is by checking the pairing listed in the header. She doesn't even use their names in the fic, not once! I assume the younger of the two is the one who keeps getting called 'baby' and being all uke-fied, but other than that I have no idea.

Author, let me ask you: did you do this deliberately? Was the only way you could write another pairing by stripping it of all distinguishing characteristics? Or is all your work this cookie-cutter? Well, I guess I shall never know.
 
 
 
10 December 2009 @ 03:18 pm
Well, I talked to the Adecco rep yesterday, and he asked if I tried massage therapy. Uhmm...no.

So he dragged me to Medical and asked them to access whether or not they thought massage therapy would help my "condition". They sat me down, started me on the EIP program (ie: massage therapy), and didn't even try to figure out what is actually wrong with me.

This kind of annoys me because...how do they know it'll actually help if they don't even know what's wrong? Either way, I'll try a few massage therapy sessions and see if it helps. If not, to the doctor I go. Tonight is my first session. I go at shift start-up. Hurray for that. At least I don't have to go on my own time.

But strangers touching me. Dx It's creepy.

Oh well. I've gotta do what I've gotta do. Unfortunately, this whole thing is stressing me out. I have gotten some of the worse acne/pimples in the last week than I've had in years. The stress. It kills.

Also, I realized yesterday that I don't say "gonna", I say "goin'-uh". I fail at life and at all things concerning it. :|

Water pipes have been thawed, by the by. It happens about 10000 times every winter, and it's because some of the pipes are outside in a shed and they freeze there. So it requires torching heating the pipes to rid them of the frozen water. Yeehaw.
 
 
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10 December 2009 @ 03:16 pm
um  
uh

cut for a dorky drawing h-haha )

maybe i'll

color it later


or something
 
 
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10 December 2009 @ 12:12 pm
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10 December 2009 @ 12:03 pm
Dear fandom,

I like a minor character. I write fic about him and read fic about him. Fans of this character can be stupid fanbrats, so I understand why you avoid fanfic about him.

Just because I write about him does not mean that I am a stupid fanbrat by default, or that I'm entirely unaware that he is not a main character. Not even the fans you lump me in with are under the delusion that he is a main character. No, really.

Now go read something else and let me write about whoever I want to write about.
 
 
Notifs-chan if you ever leave me again I will have to get violent. Now get in the kitchen and make my French bread pizza.


...Or I will.


...OR NOT AS KATIE HAS EATEN THE LAST ONE. Sob.



anywho, COMICS. More Blackest Night tie-ins THERE'S NO END TO IT. Today's contestants are Superboy Prime, the Flash, Wonder Woman, Booster, and the Doom Patrol )


Today feels like a good day to rewatch Harlock: Endless Odyssey and work on my Christmas cards. LET'S DO IT, ELLE!
 
 
10 December 2009 @ 01:01 pm
I love the look that people get when they get scared, half the time I’m the one there scared of. I’m, half the time, also the one their mad (remember, beyond all belief) at.

Dude, no. Now, I'm not one to get all up in anyone's face for messing up a homophone once in a while, but this... This fails SO HARD. HOW DID THIS HAPPEN?! It makes no sense! There are three choices, and you, dear author, have managed to pick both of the wrong ones in the first two sentences of the second paragraph. I don't care if everyone thinks the plot is awesome. I'm not sticking around for more of this crap.

And I'm not even being nitpick-y about how that first comma should be a semicolon!
 
 
10 December 2009 @ 11:45 am
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Dear fanfic writer,

I appreciate that you have tried to write the Alice/Bob pairing. As far as I know, you are the only person to have attempted it. I'm not sure why; it's canon, both Alice and Bob are interesting people, and I find the dynamic between them fascinating. (I also relate on some level to Bob.) However, your writing frankly needs work. I wouldn't call it OOC, exactly. It's more like you don't get Alice and Bob's canon personalities on the page well. I feel like I'm reading Generic Guy/Generic Girl rather than Alice and Bob. Your spelling and grammar are mostly correct.

I do appreciate the trying, but please try to make Alice and Bob seem like the people they are in canon.

Sincerely,

theorclair
 
 
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10 December 2009 @ 11:20 am
Dear Supernatural author, I very much doubt Sam would kill himself if Dean didn't want to be in a relationship with him. He'd accept Dean's rejection and try to move on from being in love with him.


Other Supernatural author, Sam is not an abuser. He's not going to start abusing Dean if they're in a relationship. And Dean isn't going to cry over the abuse. If he did cry, it wouldn't be in front of Sam, the person who's abusing him. Dean would hide it from him.

Edit: Fixed a paragraph issue.
 
 
This is about m-preg.

I don't like it, never did and probably never will, but when you beg for slasher writers not to write mpreg because it's wrong and it'd never happen, not even in AU, it's a little bit too much.
You see, there is a lot of pairings that can be seen as wrong in a way - your OTP for example, since they are both married to beautiful women that they seem very in love with - and that are more likely to never ever happen. So? Does that stop you from shipping them? No. Because fanfics aren't necessarily about canon. You can make two people that hate each other or that don't even talk to get together and in love, or just having sex. Or killing each other. It doesn't matter, because it's a fanfiction. There's a reason why you can make up diseases, cities and whatnot during the writing process: you don't have to give a crap about reality.

And I'm not even going in the fact that you want all people to stop writing it just because you don't like it.
 
 
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10 December 2009 @ 01:00 pm

So I am looking at the World Cup draws and MGK was complaining about how “fucking Italy gets a walk to the semis,” and he doesn’t like Italy because he thinks they play the game like dicks somehow. I’m not up on soccer beyond the basics, but I assume they try to bribe referees or grab the microphone before the soccer match and they run down the local fans, like “hey we slept with all your sisters last night and they weren’t even that good, not like the girls in Italy,” or something like that. Because that’s what I’d do if I were a pro wrestler, and I figure it translates to other sports.

But that’s not the point. The point is that North Korea is somehow in the World Cup this year, which is fantastic, because the entire country is apparently, like, insane or something. And insane countries will do anything to win a soccer match. It might not make sense to anybody else, but you got to understand that North Korea, being a crazy country, will think their plans are all sensible and rational no matter what they might be otherwise. Because they are crazy.

Like, maybe they capture a bunch of whales. And then, they put the whales on their team as goalkeepers. They get two defensemen to swab down the whale with water and feed the whales buckets of mackerel, and the other teams are all “how do we get the balls past these whales? The whales are bigger than the net!” And the other teams can’t score against North Korea (well, except for Brazil, because Brazil will always find a way to score a goal somehow – if Brazil wasn’t allowed to travel to South Africa for the World Cup for some reason, they would invent intercontinental ballistic corner-kicking technology) and North Korea gets into the semifinals based on tie scores. Then Portugal threatens to sue FIFA, and they go to court, and Portugal’s lawyer at a key moment clutches his knee and falls down to the courtroom floor and starts rolling around in agony. The North Koreans say “this is blatant anti-whale discrimination and those whales are North Korean citizens,” but when the judge asks the whales to sing the North Korean national anthem, the whales just go “eewwwwoOAAAAAAAuuuuuuuuh.” And then North Korea quickly says “well, that’s our anthem,” and to prove it they have a thousand North Koreans assemble and sing just like the whales, in unison, because the North Koreas believe in being prepared for all eventualities and are willing to use whips to get what they want. And they go all the way to the final, where they lose to Brazil.

Or maybe the North Koreans decide that the key is misdirection! So they disguise themselves as South Korea, and go play South Korea’s matches! Their opponents, not expecting the radical North Korean strategies and being prepared for South Korea’s disciplined orderly style of soccer (I don’t actually know what South Korea’s style of soccer play is, but I’m going to go out on a limb and guess that it is disciplined and orderly, because the South Koreans are the Germans of Asia and everybody knows it) lose terribly. Meanwhile a team of elite North Korean secret agents work to confuse the South Korean team into playing North Korea’s opponents for them, and South Korea loses to Brazil for them. At the semifinal ceremony (there is a ceremony, right?), the North Korean team takes off their South Korean jerseys and say “a HA, we were the North Koreans all along! Now we will advance to the semifinals!” And then they lose to Brazil.

Or maybe the North Koreans get their asses kicked in their own division, and then in the first semifinal round the Ivory Coast team is playing Spain, but then the speakers start blaring Ted DiBiase’s old WWF theme song “Money, Money, Money.” And the North Koreans come out with briefcases and the briefcases are filled with Euros and they say, “look, Ivory Coast, we understand that your average per-capita income in your country is like sixteen hundred dollars, because we read it on Wikipedia. Would you rather lose right now, to Spain, or would you like to let us play Spain instead and you can take home all this wonderful money?” And then the Ivory Coast team looks all ashamed and the crowd cheers them because they don’t want the Ivory Coast players to sell out but ultimately the Ivory Coast players have to take the money because their country is poor. And then North Korea whispers in their ear that now they are their slaves because they took the money and that means it is a binding contract, so the Ivory Coast team goes to the trucks the North Koreans brought and releases the bulls, which stampede onto the field because they are the mortal enemies of all Spaniards. North Korea wins by default, and progresses to the next round, where they lose to Brazil.

So many ways this could go!

 
 
10 December 2009 @ 07:56 pm
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10 December 2009 @ 08:27 pm
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I come here exasperated by those who choose to take the asshole away from certain characters.

Fortunately, I don't mean the body part!

Could get long winded... )
 
 
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10 December 2009 @ 03:11 am
Our water pipes are frozen. Ugh. D:
 
 
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10 December 2009 @ 03:06 am

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