Entertaining in a Disturbing Way

Theftimicated from Jae.

First line you wrote each month (a few of mine are more than a line) for 2004.
Dec: have called in sick.
Nov: as Liz would say oh em eff gee.
Oct: it's done! it's done!
Sep: ohmigod. Another viral outbreak. And it's Beagle again! *eyes nos'* *falls over laughing*
Aug: I love my brain.
July: Dude. Meg and Calvin O'Keefe - Their Luv is so Geeky!!!!
June: Y'know, it's very hard to write non-meaningful crap when New Order's "Crystal" keeps playing.
May: Watched a lot of SG-1 yesterday.
April: Sigh. Thanks to A.j., I've been devouring SG1 fic left right and center.
Mar: So. First day not actually working.
Feb: Sleepy. Soon. Yes.
Jan: I actually have quite a range of things I could eat for breakfast.

Also? Came across this:
May: Have decided that Chris Judge and Ben Browder are NEVER allowed to collaborate on a writing project. EVER. In fact, if they do, people should worry.

(Think about it. The two men.... One wrote 'The Changeling' where SG-1 are firepeople. The other wrote 'John Quixote' where John is stuck inside a game designed by Stark... Do we see the inherent wrongness and fucked-uppedness of anything they wrote together already forming? You'd have to watch the episode ten times to get everything. And it would be like riding a roller coaster whilst high and having sex with a donkey... Ok, not the last bit. It would be fucking good, too, but it would... Yeah. Your brain would never be the same. Ever.)

Ever. Ever. Ever.

David Kemper is ALSO not allowed to co-write with either. And all three together would see the thinking population of Science Fiction fandom collectively implode as their brains stopped working.

It would be fun...

Maybe.

Originally seen in nos' lj. Gakked from elsewhere.

Take a line, any line, and write a drabble, scenelet, ficlet. Whatever you feel like. I cheated slightly, since a few of the paragraphs were... cute.
20 of 'em.
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Wow. ok. So. This got really long. And I'm not sure I wanked enough. But. Eh...

I am so *frelling* sick of the "Virgins suck at writing porn!" argument. I've seen it in nearly every fandom I've been around, and it's getting old. You know what? It's wrong.

( We're going to get a little graphic here, probably, so turn back now if your virgin eyes might be sullied. )

You know 2004 scares you when...

They're playing 90's songs on the radio and calling them 'retro'.
You see someone driving eratically and automatically assume they're talking on their cell phone.
Everything including ketchup is low carb.
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Heheheheh. I am SO 12. Handicapped people want to be put in trunks! 'help us to the car & put in trunks'

Ooops. And now the garage is attacking the house... instead of being attached to it. Garage/house OTP!

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It doesn't occur to her to think about it. Not until later, when she's coughing up blood from scored lungs. It seemed so quick and simple, and just *right*. You have this ability, you do this. You don't do it, you're a moron. Even simpler, though. It has been ingrained into her for the last ten years.

You are special. Use that to help others.

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"It's nearly noon, Roper, are you going to get your ass out of that bed and get into the office?"

He's almost pathetically grateful that the blonde woman is harranguing him. Even if she's half-grinning, like she knows something he doesn't. Because he can't remember small details. And he's not too certain what his name actually is.

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GAH. If I have to read one more complaint from a stupid customer upset over being carded, I may SCREAM.

Am I the *only* person on the planet that automatically gets out my ID when I get in line? It takes all of ten fucking seconds to do it, and then if they ask, BAM, you've got it! And if they don't, there's still no loss of time!

GGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Pick five, or ten, or more, of your fic titles. List them in your journal and explain how you came up with each one. Post this prompt as well, so that the meme spreads.

The Paninaro of Angry Weasels Named Flibble - This one was... A work of art, or perhaps a work in obscurity. 'Paninaro', first. It's a Pet Shop Boys song, that's quite boppy, with a real Euro-trash feel too it (which was sort of the feel I was going for the fic. A sort of... creepy, gothic European thing, rather than your average American horror pastiche). I don't remember why there were weasels. Perhaps because I wanted to be amusing. 'Flibble' is a Red Dwarf reference (as is 'Angry'), to the puppet of one Mr. Rimmer. The puppet was named Mr. Flibble, and Rimmer once said, "Mr. Flibble is very angry." And, here, again, I was trying to pull on the twisted, fucked-in-the-head feel Rimmer had during this episode (he was off his rocker). I was also trying for humour. I mean, this WAS Pete Wisdom and Rupert Giles. Trying to work together.

When Life Is Common, I Have No Doubt, No Angry Drama, The Storm Blows Itself Out - These four small pieces all interlock, and are all lines from the Pet Shop Boys' song "Only the Wind". It's a nice song, with a melancholy thread, but there's also hope in it. And it felt right for small pieces set in the quiet of the pub with Excalibur.

The Whole Story - The title to Kate Bush's compilation album, and since every section of this fic is titled with a song title from it (and was organised that way--I think I listened to them a lot, tried to get the flavour in to them...)

There's a Dream That Spans The Road - 'With broken glass for us to hold. And I get so far before I have to say. Please, please, tell me now, is there somethin' I should know. Is there somethin' I could say...' etc. A line from a Duran Duran song, chosen because there's Xavier's dream, which only Longshot follows, but Pete and Dakota could easily get caught up in it.

The Chosen Few - A pun. On many things. On Nathan Dayspring being the Chosen One. On Buffy Summers being the Chosen One. And Faith. On Earth itself being the Chosen Whipping Planet for the multiverse... You get my drift? *g* On Shadowlands being the best shared universe...

From RSR. Bookmeme.

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I... have an A.j.

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Write a random phrase from each of the following:

Nearest book to you:
"What brain-busting beast could be causing all this crazed calamity, Marvel Dog?" - The Marvel Adventure of Gus Beezer and the X-Men.

Nearest CD to you:
"Hey, hey, I'm guilty -- and you're guilty, too." - Gravity Kills 'Gravity Kills'; lyrics from 'Guilty'

Nearest piece of paper that you wrote on:
"Perhaps different shades for each?" - Notes on the Red Cap fansite.

Nearest piece that was written to you:
'Pay 7 and 00 dollars' - Rebate check from Paul Masson.

Something on your desk:
"While Creegan recuperates, Enwright sends the team to America to lecture on fire as a weapon of death. (Martin, too, of course)" - Notes on story ideas.