broadcast me a joyful noise

I really have been watching too much of shows like The West Wing and Bones* and Friday Night Lights -- I think I'm having scifi withdrawal. I need new Torchwood and to rewatch some BSG (and then write exhaustive red-blue meta about it, I think) and also to watch the latest SGA episode, because from what I hear ( spoiler spoiler )

What else? I'm writing something new which I thought was in one genre and it turned out to be in a different genre entirely, but I resent it for not making this plain from the outset and so am sullenly poking it towards some kind of hybrid monster of the two. I don't know. I don't even know if it's any good, but it's at 2347 words and I don't yet despise it or feel the need to fling it at someone and shriek VALIDATE ME OR I'LL DELETE IT ALL, so I guess that's promising.

*Bones + spaceships = probably my ideal television show? I'd write it only the absolute last thing I need right now is another Bones fic idea. Someone else should write it for me. And by someone else I mean villainny or tellitslant.

Author names have been revealed for Multiverse 2007, so here's the fic that I wrote in a mad rush after rashly volunteering to pinch-hit. I don't know why I find McKay so much harder to write than Sheppard, but it was like pulling bloody teeth.

The Holes in the Ground - Doctor Who/Stargate: Atlantis - Rodney McKay & the Doctor, 5156 words

"Right," and thank God, he actually shuts up and just balances the circuitboard on one knee and points his stupid sonic screwdriver at it and presses a button. Blue light buzzes out from the tip and three seconds later there's a shuddering roar from the generators and the shield soars upwards. It's the most ridiculously unscientific thing Rodney has ever seen. He kind of wants to cry.

I have a headache, I'm overtired, I'm stressed, and I'm in a PISSY MOOD.

I therefore declare this a post for venting any flavours of anger, frustration or irritation. Fannish or real life. Specific or general. Personal or universal. Carefully reasoned or heedlessly capslocked. Anonymous or not.

Here, I'll go first:

- Dear writers of Nine/Jack/Rose, an OT3 very dear to my heart, and writers of John/Elizabeth, a pairing that is growing sneakily on me: PLEASE GET OVER THE SHITTY PORN AND THE GODAWFUL ROMANCE AND HAND ME SOMETHING WITH ACTUAL EMOTIONAL SUBSTANCE. OR DECENT CHARACTERISATION. I'D SETTLE FOR THAT.

- Dear iPod: I know I was kind of inviting you to die young by naming you Camille, but that doesn't mean I am in any way less pissed off about it. You know I can't afford to replace you. GRRRRR.

Your turn!

I don't do this nearly often enough.

(What's that? You want to hear about my life? No, you don't. It's dull as shit just at the moment. The most exciting thing that happened today was a moment of GRAND IRONY in which I realised that I was skipping my Virology With Denny Duquette lecture in order to type up notes about viruses that cause - haHA! - heart disease. I spent at least an hour lusting magnificently after the new edition of Fields Virology. I ripped merciless verbal holes in the arguments of the group presenting their behavioural neuroscience seminar, which was maybe a bit cruel, but they shouldn't have been, well, wrong. I had beef biryani and passionfruit frozen yoghurt for dinner, and I am about to make myself green tea. Yep, that's it. Fic rec time now.)

'06 Bonnie and Clyde - by hobviously - Veronica Mars, Mac/Cassidy, S2 AU.
Veronica, in all her mercilessness, might be proud; might be horrified, too, which sort of strikes Mac as even better. This is ruthless and smart and weirdly, inexorably romantic. Uh. Kind of. Anyway, it's great, and Tris deserves love for it.

My Space Adventure - by skooziepants - SG:A/Scrubs - vaguely JD/Dr. Cox-ish, implied Sheppard/McKay.
And by ‘my own lab’ I mean balcony number four hundred fifty-seven, because the Janitor likes to lounge in the herbal remedy experimental greenhouse from two to five every day and hatch evil plots. This is the funniest thing I have read all year. Maybe ever. Every single character is pitch-perfect (especially Rodney and Dr. Cox) and it reads EXACTLY like an episode of Scrubs, complete with insane mental commentary and amusing incidents with botany and chocolate bars. Read it. NOW.

The Brave Man With a Sword (Le Petit Mort Remix) - by likethesun2 - Slings & Arrows, vaguely Darren/Geoffrey.
So of course today we spoke of my vision of our university 'Romeo and Juliet', where you kissed me and I killed you. I have read this fic about seven times today, and each time I am more impressed. I wish I'd written it. It's short, but it's about as perfect a piece of fanfiction as I can imagine - sharp, cynical, hilarious, and presenting a devastatingly accurate depiction of a difficult character. Everything about it is amazing: the metaphors, the epistolary format, the theatrical allusions, the tragicomic inevitability of the repeated history Darren finds himself trapped in. Even if you don't know the fandom you should read this, because you can pick up everything you need to know from the context (and the original fic that it remixed, which is also very short).

And now for tea and my ds_shakespeare fic, which I am dangling cruelly under brynnmck's nose but not letting her beta, because it's doubling as her birthday present. I LOVE YOU BRYNN. Don't slaughter me out of impatience.

New fic by me! No More To Leave It, SG:A, Sheppard & Weir & the city itself.

stars_like_dust is here! Today we sat around and watched a lot of Blackpool and discussed the awesome Academy!pilots fic that she is planning and then went to choir. Where Claira, poor beseiged alto that she is, did a decent job of tolerating the enthusiastic soprano warblings of _leareth and I.

Tomorrow: shopping will occur. Clothes will be bought.

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Hello everyone! This is Claira, updating on Fahye's LJ because I ... seem to be incapable of updating my own in a timely fashion! Canberra is awesome, but cold. Much colder than the sunny very warm north Queensland weather I have been experiencing for the last year and three months, and I have been mocked a little for wearing a massive jumper. That's okay as I'd rather wear it than die of hypothermia.

Everyone should read Fahye's fic, as I don't even watch SGA and I was blown away.

It's true that tomorrow I intend to buy a lot of clothes, and Fahye is being lovely and accompanying me on this noble mission, and then I am going out for Italian for dinner, and then crashing a cocktail party after everyone's been on pina coladas for three hours. That's going to be all kinds of fantastic. Taking embarrassing photos is one of the steps to world domination, I'm sure.

This isn't exactly relevant or necessary information, but I am wearing these pajama pants by Peter Alexander, and I love them. They are super long (I had to get XS because the S dragged on the ground for about 20 cm) and comfy and I don't care they cost more than pj pants ever should.

Fahye just asked if I'm writing an essay, so I think that's a cue for me to get off her LJ now.

LOVE TO ALL ETC.

(Also, Fahye's moodtheme is excited because I am here. Clearly.)

The number of times I have listened to this song in the past 24 hours = something absurd.

However! I have a little over 1000 words of my Remix fic done, and I know where I'm going with the rest of it, and I just started something SG:A-ish which I love and adore. Of course, this spurt of brilliance is coinciding with the day I was hoping to get a lot of uni work done (because stars_like_dust is arriving tomorrow!), but that's quite normal.

BUT. IMPORTANTLY. I AM NOT SICK. You guys, this is so weird. I get sick during every. single. midsemester break. BUT NOT THIS ONE. Clearly the obscene amounts of chocolate I ate over the weekend did something good for my immune system.

(Speaking of SG:A - I just watched 'Michael'. WAH.)

For Lizzen, as requested! (She wanted 'Elizabeth Weir does something incredibly useful and amazing and everyone is impressed!', which I interpreted...loosely?) And it was going to be a drabble, but we all know what happens when I start to write drabbles.

This was dashed off in about twenty minutes, so please forgive any typos.

( Everyone was surprised when the second party was announced, but John had to admire Elizabeth's timing )

Pausing the SG:A season one finale to mention that I have isolated another of my fictional kinks that this show keeps whacking squarely on the head: absolute loyalty. Loyalty to a person even in the presence of what should be a higher authority. Defying orders because of unshakeable trust. Military sci-fi is great for this - BSG did it a lot at the beginning of S2, during the martial law scenario.

The upshot of this is, uh, I think people should write me lots of Sheppard-Weir right now. It's just like Apollo-Roslin! Except with the bonus feeling that any second they might start outmaking against walls!

Fahye Dielle: this SGA fic is all exactly the kinds of things I guiltily adore
Fahye Dielle: like capture and torture and irrational leadership decisions because of FEAR FOR SAFETY OF CAPTURED ONE
Fahye Dielle: which is pretty much, like, the whole show, so whatever
schiarire: laskjdklsjdfs
Fahye Dielle: seriously. in the show they take it in turns to be wounded or captured or in mortal danger
Fahye Dielle: and the other one is always :O!!!!!
Fahye Dielle: and they snark at each other and look manly and awkward when they are reunited
Fahye Dielle: so really, the fic just takes this and adds sex
Fahye Dielle: BONUS

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Fahye Dielle: like, this one I am reading now is INCREDIBLY LONG and INCREDIBLY GOOD and it's about a strip club. for gods sake. everything ever written is so so so indulgent.
Fahye Dielle: indulgent and GOOD QUALITY
Fahye Dielle: like Belgian chocolate
Fahye Dielle: so even when they hand you chocolate with, say, asparagus in it
Fahye Dielle: you don't argue
Fahye Dielle: because it's so good

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SG:A fandom. Full of insanely talented fucknuts.

*awes*

1) The Silence of the Lambs omg. I am actually prepared to see the film, the book was that good. (I am bad, bad, bad with horror films.)

2) Grey's Anatomy. That last episode was just fantastic.

3) Deadwood, which I have started rewatching in order to prepare myself for S2. (My brother: "Wow, you weren't kidding about the swearing, were you?")

4) SG:A. I pride myself on my ability to watch light-hearted television without forming severe attachments to the characters, but, uh, that idea kind of flew out of the window with 1x11 and 1x12. John Sheppard makes me revert to the fangirl age of about twelve, and Rodney McKay panders to the part of me that is gloriously intolerent of stupidity. I am being ATTACKED ON TWO FRONTS. To my surprise, I am yet to find fault with the script, except (annoyingly) with Teyla's lines. I don't know. If she'd only be mean to someone, or be selfish once in a while.