What is this "compromise" you speak of?

As some of you may know, my laptop got broken over New Year, and I lost everything on it. I wasn't that bothered, really, because it was mostly uni stuff and since it's between years there was nothing on there I needed to save. But I was a bit sad about the fic bits and pieces.

Anyway, today I found an old back up drive, IDK, maybe a year old? I spent way to much time looking through all the old files. It was awesome :D all this stuff I'd forgotten starting, stuff I thought was lost, stuff I can't even identify as coherent sentences...

I'm kinda tempted to take some of them up again. But I haven't written much for ages now, I think I'd be even worse than when I started, if that was possible.

Besides, there's just so much! Seriously, whole piles of fakenews stuff; the first chapter of a sort of record-store au I started once, the first chapter of a film noir-ish mystery thing (which I had a sort of plot outline to at one point but I forgot it and it's not on the harddrive, so I too have no idea how it ends), a couple of random pieces of girl!Ollie and girl!Riggle, all sorts of stuff. And there's some random Good Omen-esque conversations I think I wrote before I even knew what fandom was. Little romantic Mighty Boosh fragments, too.

Oh, and for some reason roughly page long story about Howard Moon and Vince Noir buying a catapault (wtf, past-me?)

So, uh, there's is no point to this post, really, just my manic need to put my indecision into writing: on the one hand, I remember these ideas! Some of them were fun, and there are bits I still like!  On the other hand... writing is hard... and I fail at it. Really bad.

Maybe someone could adopt some of the ideas. Or something.

I might post the catapault thing for laughs, though. Gotta do something to distract myself from the fact that I broke up with my boyfriend right before fucking Valentines day *headdesk* I hate pink hearts very much right now.

I just got home yesterday to discover my brother had stolen my phone and changed the ringtone to the Colbert Report theme tune, and because mum is out tonight dad picked up a film on the way home and he picked Watchmen. The boys of my family: currently being rather awesome. And in other news...

• I sort of feel like playing the old put-itunes-on-shuffle-and-see-what-you-can-write-in-a-song game. So... um... if anyone wants to give me a pairing, or fandom, I'll write you, say, three song drabbles from whatever my itunes throws at me? If anyone wants? Just for laughs.

• I was guided to this by the lovely butchiemcgee (the mighty ruler of the land of gifs and Matthew Goode) and find myself... amused and highly, highly disturbed. That might just be a little too much information about The Bear Jew for me to handle. But I have now made myself a Basterds icon...

• I WANT MORE ICON SPACE. SADFACE.

• Everyone in my family loves Glee. Which is good. Less all-out no-mercy blood-and-tumble battles for the remote. At least on Thursday nights.

• It is impossible to feel threatened by Cary Grant, even when he is trying really really hard.

• Oh yeah, and the Emmy's! I missed them. I saw maybe the first half hour. I never cared before, but I sorta wanted to see if Jon or Stephen won anything :D. I did notice there were a ridiculous number of Australians. Neil Patrick Harris, why don't you like women? *sighs* Because I want to take Dr Horrible home. Just a little bit.

This post is just me coming to terms with the fact that I'll have no Jon or Stephen this week. By having silly silly fic ideas.  So, um, if you're not into the fakenews thang, feel free to ignore it.

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I DON'T LIKE IT WHEN THEY HAVE HOLIDAYS. I'm selfish, yes. This is evident. I acknowledge it, and do not change my stance in any way. But now to the silly idea. Which is this:

• I/We/You/Someone works out a set of rules Jon has for dealing with "Stephen". Say, 10 or 15 of them. Along the line of "when trying to work out if he is angry, ignore the content of his words and pay attention to the volume of his voice and as a last resort check his eyebrows..." but, like, better and funnier.
• Then anyone who wants to  can take them and, like, write little drabbles for each one using whichever characters you want (but, y'know, "Stephen" will probably make an appearance, obviously...)
• So it could be Jon/"Stephen" stuff, or examples of when people who don't know the rules interact with Stephen (Andy guesting? Bill O being a hurtful dick?) or maybe someone like Rob Corddry or Ollie is hosting cos Jon is sick and they're trying to stick to the rules and failing awesomely or... THE POSSIBILITIES. THEY ARE ENDLESS.
• And then we can all post/share/compare the drabbles and it will be made of sunshine and rainbows

Is this a stupid idea?

Um.

Probably.

*hides*

I'm listening to a song and I just heard the line 'shot down like a pro-choice doctor in texas'.

O.o

They're odd boys, British India. Anyway, I'm really just posting because I had a weird, weird dream. And I wanted ( to describe it, because I'm bored. )

So that's the dream. Yeah. I seriously did dream that. Not that I care if you believe me or no, it makes no difference, but it would be nice if you did. Because then you could understand my eagerness to go to bed tonight and see if I can come up with something similar.

Yes, I know dreams don't work like that.

Oh, shut up.

Ahh... what a hellish week. Back at uni, no sleep, so much work, trudging to classes, dodgy late night trains... and to top it all off somehow I have been selected a Chief Scheduler/Re-scheduler of Social Arrangements for my friends, their friends, and any hobos I happen to meet on the street. MY INBOX CAN ONLY TAKE SO MUCH ABUSE! On the upside, my old enemy technology has revealed reluctantly to me how to turn my records into mp3s, so my music collection is happily swollen. *pets vinyl* don't fear, my pretties, I still love you most, it's just that you're not very practical on a train.

Other random fragments of thoughts from the week:

Top Gear Africa Special! I love you, SBS. I got to see Jeremy and James singing "it's sad, so sad, such a sad sad situation" with barely concealed glee AND relive the epic romance of the Hamster and his Oliver! (A man. A car. They meet. They know. Others will taunt. "He's given it a name!" But they carry on. Through salt and sand. A river - tragedy. Olllivveerrr! Will Oliver survive? ...Of course he will, you idiot, this is a gushy romance, how did you think it would end?)

My dog ate a tube of glitterglue. This worries me.

Dylan Moran, Chris O'Dowd, David O'Doherty...dishevelled irish comedians are so sexy. A Film With Me In It is coming out soon! Celebratory dance, girls and boys, put on your red shoes and dance the blues!

I NEED A STEWART/COLBERT TOSS SOON OR I WILL KILL.

My lecturer was being adorable again this week, with self-deprecating comments on his own nerdiness and smiley faces at the bottom of our assignment memos. Sometimes a just wanna *squish* him in his messy-hair-and-piercings-ness. (I thought he was a student on the first day...)

This is awesome:

Me: Wow. What a crappy week.

LJ: Really? Here, have glorious Ozy screencaps

Me: Shiny... baby's so fierce...

LJ: and some fakenews picspam

Me: Oh dear god. That is not Stephen Colbert and Jon Stewart making out. Twice. This... how? Wha? Don't you dare do this to me I need use of my legs, dammit. Why is there no video? Why?

LJ: and some fic recs at fakenews_fanfic

Me: Eyes... sore... from reading...so much... awesome...

LJ: new Noel Fielding icons

Me: Uhum. I shall be in my bunk.

LJ: we also have a new Adrian/Dan fan comm-

Me: OH HOLY SHIT YES. Pretty boys! Hugs! Significant glances! Angst! Competing to see who has the cutest pout! Dan, just stop hitting him and kiss him, dammit...




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