Here I Am

"They that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety." - Ben Franklin

I think it's especially appropriate at this time.

When you see this post, quote from Supernatural on your LJ.

DEAN: You're not gonna try and kill me, are you?
SAM: No.
DEAN: Good, 'cause that would be awkward.

When you see this on your flist, quote Leo McGarry.

"There are two things in the world you never want people to see how you make them - laws and sausages."

[on the phone with the New York Times] "17 across. Yes, 17 across is wrong... You're spelling his name wrong... What's my name? My name doesn't matter. I am just an ordinary citizen who relies on the Times crossword for stimulation. And I'm telling you that I met the man twice. And I recommended a pre-emptive missile strike against his air force, so I think I know how...they hang up on me every time"

"I am making a mental list of those who are snickering, and even as I speak I'm preparing appropriate retribution."

Gah. I love Leo. ::weeps a whole lot:: I haven't watched Sunday's West Wing yet because I'm not quite ready to become an emotional basketcase. As it is, friends are still mocking me for the fact that I was so upset with John Spencer's death. Or as my sister said, "The girl doesn't cry when her surrogate grandmother/aunt dies, but random dude on television breaks her." I'm a very strange girl. I admit it.

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Must write. Must write. Must write. That means that I must stop reading fanfiction.

First up on the list is smutbox stuff. I want to write something up so that my wubulous partner and I can discuss and figure out even more where to take things.

I've also got a lot of beta work to get caught up on before everyone comes after me with pitchforks, tar, and feathers. I'm way behind and, while I'd like to blame the devil house that I currently reside in, some of it may be due to my own laziness. I do have the market cornered with my ability to accomplish a whole lot of *nothing* in one evening.

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So Steph and I were catching up on AIM this weekend and during one of our conversations, she pointed me to a discussion occurring based on quality vs. popularity in fanfiction. This isn't a new topic, but the discussion quickly turned to is it reccers' faults if good fic from unknowns isn't read?"

( Below I ramble on and provide some of my own rules of getting read...subjective as it might be... )

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Anyone else scared for tonight's Ode to Queen on American Idol? I am. Good Lordy, I'm scared.

Alrighty, writing to be done.

Ciao.

Feeling much better today. Can't decide if it's that my sinuses are under control, I got plenty of sleep last night, or that DNC last night (specifically Oba's speech) was freaking fantabulous. As my wonderful bud, Carly, put it, "It's political crack." -- anywho, I try to keep the fandom and everything else separate, so if you want to know my thoughts on such things, just see the latest entry in my normal journal randombtchchick

Anyway, the point of that meaningless diatribe was that I finished the back-up story for charmedflashfic that I was writing. Not the best thing I've written, but I enjoyed it and I think it meets the requested requirements. What more can I expect from myself? (that's a rhetorical question, self, so stop making lists!)

So here it is: Second Chances

Remember: Feedback is always my friend. Heh.

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In other happy news, I just got notice that The O.C. Season 1 will be relased on dvd on October 26th. A week before the premiere of the new season! Double fabulousness as Seth Cohen comes to live in my bedroom...er...um...

Makes me think maybe I should finish the first draft of that O.C. story I was writing for the Multifandom Soap Opera Cliché Challenge. Speaking of which, the stories are going to be due in a little over a month. My god, how is it almost August? In one month I'll be another year older and none the wiser. Good Lordy.

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Purchased the new Meg Cabot book, Teen Idol, at lunch and started reading it. Yes, I still read young adult books. It's the genre I write in with my regular fiction stories/novels and I like to keep up on what's going on. Not to mention, I'm just addicted to her books. They're easy, fun reads with lots of pop culture refernces.

But this one particular passage struck me because it totally sums up my life: "...seemingly since birth I've been cursed with being everybody's confidante. Seriously. I used to think I was a weirdo magnet or something, because it seemed like I could never go anywhere without random strangers coming up to me, telling me all about themselves, like about their hammer collection or their sick ferret or whatever..."

That's my life and part of the reason, I suspect, that I always end up with male stalkers. Because I have this flashing neon sign embedded in my forehead or something that says, "Share with me. I care." The ironic part? I don't really.

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Okay, I'm off to conquer the beast that is Chapter Six of TIMH once and for all. I will finish it tonight. I will dance on the ruins of the stupid chapter and send it to Steph iamtheenemy laughing as she weeps and plots Frankie's demise. Mwahahahahaha.

Ciao.