Repeat After Me

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( Double-spaced for increased readability, and therefore long. )

Nothing else is real; this sentence is false.

I don't have to tell you things are bad; everybody knows things are bad--it's a depression!
Everybody's outta work,
Or scared of losing their job. A dollar buys a nickel's worth.
Banks are going bust.
Shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter.
Punks are running wild in the streets
but nobody anyhwere seems to know
What to do
And
there's
NO END TO IT

No, the air is unfit to breathe, and our food is unfit to eat

And we sit watching our TVs while some local newscaster tells us that
Today we had
Fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes
As if that's the way it's supposed to be
We know things are bad, worse than bad--they're crazy!
It's like everything everywhere is going crazy
So we don't go out anymore
We sit in the house, and slowly, the world we're living in is getting
Smaller and smaller
And all we say is PLEASE
At least leave us alone in our living rooms!
Well I'm not going to leave you alone! I want you
To get MAD.

All I know is that first, you've got to get mad.
You've got to say
I'm a human being, god damn it
MY LIFE HAS VALUE

I want you to get up, now
I want all of you to get up out of your chairs
I want you to get up RIGHT NOW
Go to the window
Open it and stick your head out and YELL

I'm as mad as hell, and I'm not going to take this anymore

Perhaps if we're nice, he'll go away
He'll go away?

Hey there Johnny you really don't fool me
You get away with murder and you think it's funny
You don't give a damn if we live or if we die,
Hey there Johnny boy
I hope you fry!

I don't care what that crap he's drawn all over him s'posed to mean.

He touches my Funyuns, he is a dead man. Elf. Thing.

Least he looks like he's made of meat. Meat that's gone a bit off, yei, greenish hue. But meat anyways.

Can't rightly kill the other one. He's right hard t' stab. Gets all...flinty...when y'poke him too hard.

Honestly. She's got horrific taste in men. 'Cept fer me, o' course.

For the record, perfectly willing and able to do things without a muse. It usually works better when I have them, because it reads better the first time, but they're not actually a prerequisite. As I have discovered. Sometimes I never get one at all. Depends. I still don't have one for FMA.

So. Ah.

It's fuckin' distracting outright scary to be reading my fix, where "my fix" is certain Pit stories--it's possible I have a need for things that read like the Harry Potter epilogue--be quiet! It's uncouth and rude to judge people to their faces like that--ANYway.

It's alarming, shall we say, to be reading along and suddenly be greeted with a strident, animal bellow of pain and "turnitoffturnitoffTURNITOFF TURN IT OFF--"

Well.

Good morning to you, too, Nero. Do come by again sometime.

This is not unlike the time Kimbley freaked out in the supermarket over ISHBALANS!!!1

Just because they're there doesn't mean they do anything useful. I may never "hear" from him again.

About gave me a grey hair. *Twitch.*

So. That fill I was almost done with?

I auto-erased it sometime over the last two days. I just don't even want to go back there, to that headspace, except it's making the het option impossible and eating it and no, thanks.

...If I weren't intending it to be important.

I think I get it. I THINK. Excuse me, but I stopped at Swordhunt for overwhelming personal reasons, and recently found out that Ael became Empress of Romulus sometime in the last book, and can't find the Rihannsu omnibus on foot and refuse to order anything online because I'm weird, and those fen sore enough for a nitpick are probably still smarting over the now!canon depiction of Romulans, anyway.

Anyway, I think I understand how they're named.

(First name) (location name) (surname/family/house name) (inner name/personal name/guarded name)

Which would be something like "Bob of Springfield Smith", who chose to call himself Robert, and only a life-debt level of friend or lover would know that his other name was Robert. (Well, I mean, we can guess, but that's because we know human names and moreover are simplifying to a stupid degree to get the point across. Thus.)

I'm about 99.bar nine percent sure that's how it works.

First name was easy ^_^ I'm mutilating ADF's mutilation of canon (THAT'S JUST LAZINESS MR. FOSTER) to suit myself.

Spent ten minutes waffling over which name gets the i'/ir' and which gets the t'/tr', especially since the former is not gender divided but the latter is, and also my recall is years old, and My Enemy, My Ally is somewhat more opaque than The Romulan Way WHY DID I EVER LET IT GO I CAN'T GET IT ANYWHERE STUPID NEW JEDI ORDER CROWDING OUT MY SHELVES, I HAVE IT ON AUTHORITY THAT YOU ARE TRASH, YOU SILLY BOOKS *WRATH*.

I still can't quite justify why Nero thought flipping his name inside out and butchering it and hanging the resultant carcass out for all to see was a good idea.

Madness is not sufficient. I will have to use effort.

To the good: Ayel will probably have an utter screaming shitfit about it at least once. And we all know the best way to shut Ayel up is to stick things in his mouth. *Halo.*

tl;dr I'm about ready to say "screw this Rihannsu stuff" and talk out my ass.

The new fangirls won't notice. XD

So.

That Nero!long!fic?

Prologue's done.

Ah, for the first chapter to work, I've got to try and find out if Eisn (the sun) is yellow or green or whatever. One can't have a sunrise without the proper color, you see.

No, I've learned my lesson, and this time I'm working ahead.

Plus, canon gives me a definitive stopping point. XD

Because the other person's post is WAY MOAR AWESOME, but I don't want this to just end up nowhere in the tides of unexistence, because there's not enough Nero stuff out there by any stretch.

Basic idea was, Nero either accepts their offer of mercy for some reason, or is rescued anyway, so his crew can stand trial for war crimes blahblahblah.

Only, first, they're alone on the Enterprise in the brig. And they don't stay alone for long.

( It might have gone like this. )

( An attempt to integrate the fandoms in half-assed fashion using tags. That would be nifty. )

So that's that.

Minor plotting epiphany re: the albatross, on the order of "I CAN'T DO THAT...wait, wait a second, yes I can."

This ought to crash, burn and blow up in my face, but that makes it a lot like every other Saturday realization.

No, contrary to my own wishes, the Solution To The Plot isn't actually femmeslash twincest.

She turned round right fast in the hall an' almost knocked me over. Wearin' one of these, like, exceptin' it had no straps, an' big tall wedge heels she couldn't hardly clunk around in 'cause they were so high.

Shit, I wish she woulda tripped. Then we'd all've seen what little girls are made of.

Note to self: of the two, Lara is taller, at six and a half feet. Kara stands about six-one. This means Leena, who is five-seven, does have to tilt her head to look Kara in the eye, but not to crane her neck; basically everyone cranes their neck to stare Lara down. XD

Koteth stands at six even; most of them do.

Remember, too, that Armano towers over him, but that Telsor is shorter than both of them at five-nine, and yes of course he has little guy rage. That's what makes him a hardass mofo that brooks no crossing.

Ismar is just a little shorter than he is and the second-smallest; Brin is smallest at five-four.

MOSTLY SHEER IRRITATION AT BEING UNABLE TO WRITE ANYTHING FUN.

Other than about four hundred words of I can't spell catharsis with a migraine.

Fuck this; I'm having a shower, a cup of tea, and a glass of port, in that order, and then I'm going to sleep.

And if I ever find the shithead who stole my I-Pod, I will slit his-or-her throat with my thumbnail and laugh as I bathe in blood.

I'm fucking serious.

( Shadows: technical work is almost as much fun as a trip to the dentist. )

( 2/21: Shadows Three, or No Wonder Liu Kang Died Rather Than Face These Things. )

She threw the bookcase at me. Not the book, unnerstand. The bookcase.

I'd call this operation a rousing success.

So I'm sittin' there, not mindin' my own, like usual, an' she's flittin' through the headlines an' stops to point one out to me, an' then explains what this means:

"Topless cafe gives neighbors the jitters!"

(Y'know, I was thinkin' they were kinda stupid for not havin' a roof here. It rains.)

What, they're next door to a church?

Y'know, to be goin' without yer shirt inna place that serves hot coffee? Takes some, lady; my hat's off to ya. AN' my shirt.

(X-Posted lulz.)

HAY YOU GUYS.

The Mortal Kombat section of FFN?

Finally has a character sorter.

This means I can actually go looking specifically FOR MY OTP of like fifteen YEARS. USING THE CHARACTER SORTER. Which we now have. In our section.

If I grokked sparkletext, now would be a time I would use it.

SERIOUSLY YOU GUYS.

The Mortal Kombat section finally has a character sorter.

First time this year I have something I'd really like to post. And I'd really like to post it on Mondays and Wednesdays.

And I can't. Because FFN's uploader has been down for the last two days. And I know it's only the last two, 'cause you have to log in to leave signed reviews.

I love how they're like, "Please come back in a few minutes."

Okay. Except for the part where FORTY-EIGHT HOURS is actually more than twenty-eight hundred minutes.

That's not "a few". I totally started laughing about it the other day. EVERY. TIME. They try to "upgrade" or "repair" something, they utterly fuck it up. It's guaranteed. And when they change something, and it actually works? It's like they say to themselves, "It's not completely fucked yet! LET'S FIX THAT."

And they always do.

Oh, FFN. Never change. ^_^

Okay so this morning's work did not go quite like I planned.

HOWEVER. And this is for Shadows.

The top scene? That first scene that introduces someone important to the plot, and drops plot, and has to have tension, and relevance, and other scary words like that, without reeking too desperately of fanfic?

That scene is DONE. (Minus a stock transition paragraph; I won't worry with that today.) It should be right around, I'd say not more than 1,400 words.

At its most tangled it was seven pages long and going nowhere. But I've wrestled it into submission at three pages with a definite point. I'm not sure if it's going where I wanted, but it is going, and also OVER, so I'm really happy about that.

First half of that other scene? That finally works now, too. Now I need to make the fight A) not suck and B) not take up too much "face" time, as there's still so much that needs to happen in this part. I mean. Lots of things. Insane amounts of things.

Miles to go before I can type TBC on the bottom and start checking for homophones and wandering whiches.

That's not a typo. Think about it. XD