Island of the Lone Sane Thought

Finally went outside for the first time in...a week? week and a half? just a minute ago to brush the car off. It looks so abandoned. Actually, I'm surprised it started at all.

Still not feeling 100%, but I really can't miss any more work, honestly. Now if I can just figure out how to fit in all of my christmas shopping...

And I forgot to mention this fanfiction called The Assassin and the Spy. It contains many memorable lines, including:

• Summary: Hermione is the world's best female assassin and her partner is a guy named Seth, but his assassin name is Crow and Hermione's is Raven. Hermione goes back the Hogworts different she has been a muggle assassin since the summer before her 6th year. She is tired of hidding who she is from her parents and the people at Hogworts. She is not going to tell them that she is an assassin but she is going to be more like the ass kicking girl she truely is.


• “Do you know why I’m here?” silence, “of course you do, I’m here because you have been selling big guns to very bad people.” She whispered into the room.


• “Mr. Lusson, the main hits are mine, you are mine. Do not mistake me for some trophy that Crow just brings along because I look pretty. Tonight you will die by my hand, and I will take great pleasure in knowing that I’m going to be the last person you ever hear, see,” she ran a finger down his neck, “feel.” She drew a small dagger from her hair which was now turned loose by the lose of it.


• “It’s done.” she said to him. Her black hair up in the bun black tribal tattoo on her face, leather black corset and pants with stiletto black lace up boots. You could see her two tribal tats on her shoulder blades and could just see a faint hint of the one on her lower left hip. “Number 417, did you get his wife and daughter okay?”


• She knew that in the morning she would have to go back to her fake life, pretend that she wasn’t a killer. That by night she didn’t kill bad people, tomorrow she would go back to being the bookworm, go back to covering up her tattoos so her parents didn’t see them. Go back to being a witch, which she didn’t mind at all, she only minded the fact that she was the world’s best female assassin during the night; and plain old Hermione Granger during the day.

I have to say that, were I at this moment currently fourteen years old, I very easily could have been the author of this. I'm not exaggerating. *laughs*

Oh, and one of her tattoos is actually a stick-on. She washes it off later. Same with her friend Seth/Crow. That made me giggle, thinking of hardened killers in a bathroom washing off tattoos.

I was googling "valis2" (idea gacked from violet_quill and came up with the usual suspects; videogame stuff, PKD stuff, Japanese videogame pages, and this one music group/album thing.

But there's something new.

An author site with "valis2" in the address. Apparently this is one of those sites that new authors try to put together to interest people in their work. Here is a page of her work. And a small sampling:

It was the fight of a rose against a hypodermic needle.
"Alison, put the syringe down, please."
The young woman stopped her right hand that held the hypodermic needle heading for her left forearm. The thing that made her look older. She was actually 26. Anybody would guess 10 years more.
"Alison, do you hear me?"
The young woman stared into space, like she saw something that reminded her of her forgotten thoughts.
"Alison, throw that terrible thing away, please."

Two worlds struggled, fighted for her favour. Her physical body pleaded for the drug, but her soul longed for the accepting love offered by Peter. How long had her heart been tortured by the lack of human feelings! She had felt like a soulless puppet. Suddenly she was able to feel not only a desire for giving love, but a chance to fill up her soul with a hope for getting missing love.

I know this will ruin all of the suspense for everyone, but the rose wins, people.

Who wouldn't want to hope for getting missing love?

...will laugh at this summary from mctabby's current Summary Executions:

An Earth Mother, An Ice Prince...such is a combination not many would piece together, yet the oldest power of all time has seen fit to do such, and you cannot temp the will of Mother Nature. Nor, can you change it. And so goes the beginnings of this story

Another poor writer succumbs to the Earthmother!

ETA: I knew I was posting this too soon. This is hysterical:

Hermione: Daughter of the ruler over a dessert clan who is adventurous and will do anything for her people. Even steel from the palace kitchen . . . and get caught . . . Draco: Future ruler of Egypt. A brat, self centered, and sought after by many women.

I am now imagining the Dessert Clan, with their brazen ice-cream-sundae standards, bon-bons emblazoned on their shields, grabbing hot steel spoons from the house-elves, only to be stopped by McGonagall in the hallway.

AAAAH!:

Meet Addie Sennik. (She isn't very fond of hats anymore). What will happen at Hogwarts this year? Bad summary, better story.

I am crying. No, really. This is hysterical.

ETAA: haha! I am experimenting with a new program for music downloads, just got it, called Connect or something like that, it's affiliated with Sony.

I had ten free downloads, so I downloaded them, and was just listening to a-ha's "The Sun Always Shines on TV". No problem, right? When the song is done, I'll just pick something else to listen to.

The evil program, without warning, began to play the Alan Rickman-reading-a-Shakespearean-Sonnet-meltfest track, and I nearly had an absolutely heart attack as, suddenly, and very loudly, The Voice was talking about his mistress. *is ded*

I entirely forgot to mention that I had seen Crash while in WI, and I recommend it highly, as long as you're in for a dramatic ensemble piece that explores the effect of racism in LA. Really, it was a fine piece of filmmaking, and while I can't say I "enjoyed" it (especially because "enjoy" seems to have a meaning that doesn't really apply; let's say that I devoured the movie, was entranced by it), I definitely appreciated it tremendously and feel that it was a very worthwhile two hours. It's a thought-provoking film.

Went to see Batman Begins just now. On the valismeter it registered as "like" more than "dislike", so that's a good thing, I suppose. I had some problems with it, but overall I liked it. I wouldn't jump up and down about it, but it was definitely more emotionally intriguing and was an interesting, detailed look at Batman's beginnings.

Also took advantage of <--I have no idea where that sentence was going, because I wandered off to check out the_leaky. Y'know, I'm very glad that I don't RP, because I'd never get anything done ever again. It looks like a blast. I'm still trying to understand what's going on, and it seems that I've missed an entry in the flow of Serenus/Severus/Remus/etc., but the writing and interaction is fascinating.

Now, of course, I'm obsessing over RP etiquette, and I'm wondering if people don't generally reveal which characters they are playing. I also find it quite delectable that the person playing Regulus Black uses many tasty pictures of Oded Fehr as the inspiration for that character. In fact, I find it quite interesting that each person has picked a real-life celebrity to stand in for the characters and uses that person in icons to convey things. Which, of course, means that they (most likely) have not only purchased a paid journal for their RPing, but they've also put together a set of icons for it. Which draws me into another thought spiral about the people who RP, and the levels of RPing, because, just like anything else, there must be talent and skill and practice involved, and different tiers of RPGs, and it makes me wonder what sort of traits work best for writing such a spontaneous, sometimes improv style piece of work.

Bought enough Bath & Body Works to last six months at their Semi Annual Sale. chrysantza will be pleased that I've done my part to support our Evil Industry.

Haha...just went looking to see if the logical Batman Begins slash pairing (Ducard/Wayne) has generated any fics...found this astonishing summary.

Batman has found his match and Bruce Wayne has found his mate in the same explosive woman. Dripping with Sarcasm and eventually fraught with peril, Gotham is in for one wild ride when the Dragon and Batman collide!

Gotham drips with sarcasm...oops, I mean Sarcasm. Who knew? Watch out for that peril, folks! It's dripping sarcasm! And I love how funny it sounds that Bruce gets a "mate", though I would caution him to be very careful, considering the combustible effects mentioned.

And from another fic...

I have not read the comics. Period. This is strictly movie based, and if you don't appreciate what I do with Ducard's charecter, then don't read it. I have no idea how his personality works, so I'm making a guess off the movie's not-so-good charecter development.

Heh. If the story sucks, it's because the movie sucked!

And further into the story...

“You are in the healing rooms of the Council of the Heavenlies.” Ducard licked his lips to further investigate, but was silence by the Healing Man’s calming voice, “That is all you need know for now.”

Wow, Ducard could be one of the most unusual private detectives of all time. Not to mention creepiest. What unusual investigatory techniques!

ETA: Hahaha!! Best summary evah!

Batman, Robin & Batgirl thwart the evil plans of Mr. Freeze, Poison Ivy and Catwoman. Based on a performance I saw at a theme park. Pretty lame, I know, but I couldn't think of anything else to write. Please R&R.

Healer Mary Sues with long names and silly nicknames.

Pretentious titles in French. Why anyone would speak French in the Star Warsverse makes me scratch my head.

Men who act like women.

Soulbonds between Jedi.

I love that many people apparently think that "vacations" for Jedi are necessary. Especially so that the Jedi can...ahem..."get away together".

Bizarre uses of familiar and basic Earth things in everyday societies that have enough technology for space travel.

Ahahahah *gasp* ahahaha!! A Brian Adams Jedi songfic!

Absolutely ridiculous swearing. How in Sith hell could his master be so calm, look so cool?

People jumping into bed without any sort of realistic motivation.

Spelling errors. Qui-Gon stared at Obi-Wan minuet after minuet; half expecting the boy's nightmares to begin once again.

Crazy summaries. Qui-Gon is wounded in a pirate attack, and Obi-Wan must convince him that sex is the best medicine.

One story mentions a prank gone horribly wrong.

Yep, I feel right at home in the Star Warsverse. It's just like HP.

A young Muggle girl finds her way into Hogwarts and also into the infamous Potions Master.

Sounds messy.

ETA: bwa haha hahahahah!!

Two households, both alike in dignity, in London, where we lay our scene, from ancient grudge break to new mutiny, where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. From forth the fatal loins of these two foes-A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life…

"Fatal loins"?!! HAHAHhaha

ETA: gillieweed has pointed me to this abomination.