So we've spent the last hour eating raisin toast and alternating between watching the Mythbusters MacGuyver special and watching the red dragon eat the moon.

Now I really, really want a Mythbusters/Reynard Noir crossover. :D

So yesterday, I was going through the ol' box o' porn comics at my local comic store (as you do) when I found a comic that I absolutely had to share with fandom.

...specifically with Good Omens fandom. Because who else can truly appreciate blatant lesbian pron, illustrated in a style not entirely unlike Betty & Veronica, written by Neil Gaiman, about an angel and a demon who get so bored and lonely being stuck together on Earth for millenia that they decide to spend all the rest of time having sex with each other?

No, wait, actually the appeal of that is probably pretty broad. :P So here:

( The Angel and Demon had been in Breme for thousands of years. They had no one to talk to but each other. They made bets with each other to while away the time... )

The 6 (small) scans behind the link are definitely PORN COMICS - very much NOT WORKSAFE, be warned

Although I didn't scan any of the actual pron pages. And Cherry was actually the best of the lot, both art and writing wise, so if you want to find out what happened to the publican's soul after the angel and the demon got ... distracted, you should totally find your own copy! I followed the s_d rule of posting less than 1/4 of the total story. Also other story in the issue features a still-timely parable about the perils of sleeping with Republican politicians. (I pulled out Cherry #22, too, featuring "The eXploitation Files", but that one's a present for my sister, so ya'll don't get to see it yet. :P )

Have been in White River Junction for just over 24 hours now. WiFi is more spotty than anticipated, but have already identified a fellow scans_daily alumna! (We bonded over Devo.)

Now, back to suppressed Yuletide panic.

I present to you: the WIPs I currently have in my check-every-day bookmark folder!

State of Grace by Sailor_Ptah (Fake News Fic, character!Stephen/Charlene/Tracey/Jon.) The long-awaited companion story to Expecting, which is of course Daily Show fandom's one and only completely canon-compliant Jon/Stephen mpreg fic. :D Although State of Grace is expected to be somewhat angstier, as it brings in Stephen's (completely canon!) past as a rentboy. :D!!

This is actually basically the least crack-like story on the list, btw, since it's meticulously canonical. Watch the trailers if you don't believe me. And just *try* to not squee while you're doing it. (My glee, it goes on and on. PS: Does anyone have the Billy Joel song State of Grace? I can't find it and it gets stuck in my head every time.)

The Luck of Dennis St. Michel, Vicount Stokington by Captain Thunder, a denizen of Comics Curmudgeon (Newspaper comics, Dennis/Margaret, Dennis/Joey; AU): The sordid tale of the Viscount's return to Menacing Hall upon his expulsion from Oxford; and his discovery that Lady Margaret, still unwed and shrewish at 22, has come into a duchy and fifty thousand pounds a year. :D (There will be many :D faces before I am done with this, I'm sure. And possibly some \o/ . It takes a special brand of joy to keep something in my wips folder. Like, say, Dennis the Menace Regency Romance AUs.)

Readjustment by Seanchai and Elspethdixon (Marvel comics, Steve Rogers/Tony Stark): the sequel to their Reconstruction, Resurrection, and Redemption, the post-Civil War fixit AU in which Captain America comes back from the dead, he and Iron Man realize it was all a misunderstanding, they're in love with each other, and all is right with the world. Well, mostly: the rest of it they're fixing in this sequel. :D And, as a bonus, there's superhero fights and the aftermath of Civil War is actually being *dealt with*. Elspethdixon was the first fic author I really fangirled over back in my Remus/Sirius days, and, well, she still writes the manly angst better than anyone else. She the only person I'll read specifically for the H/C instead of despite it, because it's *just right* and totally true to the characters. And Tony just does manpain so well. Possibly even better than Sirius and Remus. (PS: Her Avengers fic also features background Danny/Luke/Jessica and Jarvis/Aunt May \o/ )

Burntcopper's NaNo project (Jack Harkness/Indiana Jones/(Methos)): She posted about this in little_details, and mentioned that it involved Jack Harkness, Indiana Jones, and Methos teaming up during WWII--

Oh, there are still people reading this review and not over there reading the story already? Why?

Actually, being a NaNo project, it's pretty rough and starts slow, although there's lots of WWII British spying in the beginning, so still worth reading. Indy shows up halfway through and almost immediately finds himself in bed with Captain Jack, though, so that's all right. Methos hasn't appeared yet, but he'd better before November ends. Oh, and there's a really cool plot with a nifty mcguffin. Did I mention the plot? No? Well, how about the Indiana/Captain Jack? ETA: AND NOW THERE IS JENNY!!!

Out Of Bounds, by icarusancalion (SGA, John/Rodney, AU): Okay, this one is basically figure skating porn with John and Rodney in it. I mean, it's excellent, the character work is great, but I have a feeling that the only people who'll get into it are the people who fall in love with men's figure skating at least every few years. (Note to self: must find my ice-skating lessons gift certificate before January.) It kept showing up on my fflist and I kept reading it, so I finally gave in. Mind you, it's long and lush and rich and porny and full of atmosphere and detail like everything Icarus writes; it's also a figure skating AU SGA slash WIP.

PS: Read everything else these authors have written. You don't get on my wips list unless I've loved a bunch of your long-form stories. Or I've never heard of you before and you're gloriously insane. one or the other.

Am at bachelorette party at sister's apartment (not for her. or me.) and am watching marathon of wedding episodes. Have been forced to sit through more episodes of Friends than I ever have before in my entire life. Have had an epiphany (after only a moderate amount of drinking, I swear. Like three shots' worth or something) that the three annoying chicks on Friends are totally just the three girls from Apartment 3G. Have started referring to the black-haired bossy bitch as Margo, the blonde artsy wet-rag-type as LuAnn, and the other one who never really does much as Tommie. Sadly nobody else here reads http://joshreads.com , and so they have no clue what I'm talking about. Therefore, must tell internets! Only the girls in 3G have a much more interesting cast of supporting guy characters. And, like, ten times as much backstory to catch up on.

Of course I learned from Joshreads that Margo, Tommie and Luann were based on Joan Collins, Lucille Ball and Tuesday Weld. Pretending that it's them three onscreen instead makes it almost tolerable to watch!

PS: My sister would like the internets to know that she is really quite exceedingly drunk.

Also she says that I am not to tell any "liiiiees about me on the internet. s. internetses. Just don telll any lies on the internetseseses on me. kay? kay. ... Goodnight. Tell the internets I said goodnight. Tell Stephen Colbert I said goodnight. Good night!"

In exchange for killing my back carrying longboxes on Monday, I am now in possession of "Diana Prince: Wonder Woman #202", featuring the white jumpsuit and Catwoman, written by Samuel R. Delany and guest-starring Fafhrd and the Grey Mouser.

I can't decide which part of that sentence is awesomest, there is so much awesome in it.

(I also pulled out #203 while I was at it, because it is a "special women's lib issue". I tremble in anticipation.)

Will I post scans? I don't know! Do you know? Maybe I will liveblog it as I read!

This is not exactly wank yet, but it's a really bloody amusing example of the complete *disconnect* between the two levels of fandom:

Evan Dorkin (of Milk & Cheese fame) has discovered (in Previews magazine) BPAL's Sandman scents, and has got his hate on about how terrible it is that "now fanboys and geekgirls of a certain fantastical persuasion can joyously cover up the wretched stink of bad personal hygiene." Completely missing the point that:

a) It's BPAL, they've been selling these things for years, and the only new thing is that it's being marketed in Previews and
b) That anyone who first found about BPAL by reading Previews is so far down the geek heirarchy already that they've no call to be throwing stones. Yes, even if you only read Previews so that you can complain about how stinky it is, and then go into frighteningly pornographic detail about your fantasies of being mobbed by unwashed fans.
c) The people buying it are geekboys and fangirls, not the other way around: and yes, there *is* a difference. Level of seething denial-based anger is one of them.

Yes, that means you too, Paul T. Riddell (best known for continually writing about how much he hates writing and how glad he is that he doesn't write any more,) even if you don't actually read Previews but prefer to savor the scent of aged cat piss in sheer ignorance: mature people either leave fandom or give up on the fetishized self-loathing by the time they've left high school, and BPAL has actually been making book SF-themed scents since before they did comics ones, from HP Lovecraft to Nathanial Hawthorne, and the only difference with the Gaiman ones is that they're not Public Domain ...

Comments on the two posts are equally amusing, especially how BPAL fandom wank has already started in the comments to Dorkin's post!

Man, I'm glad to be a woman sometimes.

Of course, I'm also glad I stay plugged-in enough to traditional 'fandom' that I get to see and understand these things. Because it's fucking funny. And context is the best!

Now, on to important issues, like why there is not already more Doctor/Master curtainfic.

I haven't done a random art post for a while, right? I'm due.

This is what happens when you leave me in a boring class and I remember that there are still colored pencils in my bag:
( I call it 'Arisia in Autumn' )
... because the leaves are starting to turn, and all I can think as I look up is "Man, the Green Lanterns must've hated this time of year."

I had a very busy weekend, to the extent that this is the first time since before SciFi Fri that I've been online at all.

Part of that weekend involved being in a car for two hours with nothing to read but Tag & Bink Episode 2: Revenge of the Clone Menace, which is only the *best* Star Wars comic ever published (and that includes the ones with Plif the Hoojib.)

I say this completely disregarding the fact that tiny younglings Tag and Bink are the cutest litle Jedi possible to exist, even though they are. I want more little-tiny-Tag-and-Bink adventures, hurrah! Like the three years they spent hitchhiking home from Naboo and got all adolescent and scruffy!

Anyway, did I mention that as well as the awesome story, the art rocks? I managed seven icons before GIMP froze on me and dumped all my unsaved scans:

(If anyone by chance wants to snarf these, I don't care what you do with them. Although it'd be nice if you credit the art to the Tag & Bink team, Rubio & Marangon.)

(Strangely, last night I had a Jedi Apprentice dream featuring Xanatos, despite not yet having read Jedi Apprentice, and having read no fic for years. So apparently I have Padawans on the brain right now.)

And speaking of the other fandom that I need to do a comics-icons set for soon, one of the links I found several places when I caught up today was Henry Jenkins's comments on vidding. The vidding comments are interesting, but what caught my eye was his using a fandom term that I hadn't heard before, which is very unusual these days, language magpie that I am.

The word is "ose". A quick Google tells me that it originated in SF filk fandom circles, and comes from the phrase, applied to the mood of a song, "It was all ose, ose, and more ose." It seems to be largely pejorative there, and I think Jenkins is using it a bit differently, to refer not just to a "downer" mood, but to a mood where the angst is developed through distance rather than through loud emotionality.

I think this is a very useful word and I'm adopting it. I think many of the non-humor stories I write end up being ose. They're not emotive enough to be angst, and they aren't quite depressing enough to be more-ose, they're just ose. Ickle Aayla Secura in my new default icon? She's rather ose, I think.

It reminds me of the cold & prickly vs. warm & fuzzy thing that came up back in the day in SGA, which I still find myself using from time to time (Was that a year and a half ago already?). But since "ose" doesn't set up an opposition, just a description, and it invites explanation rather than argument, it may be more useful in casual discussion. And it's a fun punnish backformation in the old SF tradition. And getting it adopted to fanfic will be a subculture mixing of just the sort that Jenkins is discussing in his post, so it'll be all meta-meta-y!

It also (for me at least) calls to mind the River Ose from the Riddle of Stars trilogy, the river that Raederle and Lyra and Tristan sailed up on the spring melt, icy-cold and murky with the spring flood, but running fast and dangerous and every so often, things can be seen rising from the depths, for just a second, before they're washed away. Riddle of Stars is kind of ose, too, come to think of it.

I hereby adopt that word, and declare that I like stories that are ose. Now, you big fandom melting pot, it's up to you to finish defining the word for me!

(Speaking of Riddle of Stars, I really should send wickedwords the feedback I promised her for Unanswered Riddles before *this* year's yuletide rolls around, shouldn't I?)

Saturday, I went to an Orioles game for the first time in years. It was fun. And they totally smoked the Rangers. Yay! Take that, Texas! (Someday I should write a long post on why, despite being massively indifferent to sports in general, I still call myself an Os fan.)

Sunday, I finished reading the Transmetropolitan trades that xerahanadu loaned me. (And oh my god, Spider with a black turtleneck and a cane hits me *right* where Old!Bruce from Batman Beyond got me in Middle School. Help.)

Today, I went to the school library on my lunch break and checked out two books by H. L Mencken. Because symmetry pleases me. And anyway, it was near-criminal that I haven't read any of his stuff yet.

I was terribly tempted to just check out the whole shelf, but even I have to admit occasionally that there is a limit to the number of books I can read. Anyway, I also checked out this, this, this, this, and this. (For paper-writing purposes! Honest!) If I ever graduate, having free access to a major reearch university's library is the thing I'll miss most by far.

All of my fingernails have call numbers pencilled on them, and what greater pathway to happiness is there in this world?

Now I just have to decide whether to write my Maryland geography paper on "The Pirates! In An Adventure on the Chesapeake", which was my original idea, or on Captain William Claiborne, whom the professor spent about ten minutes comparing to "the character Johnny Depp played in that pirate movie".

Just got back from seeing Superman Returns. Five non-spoilery comments:

1. Very good movie;
2. Not *nearly* enough Clark Kent in it;
3. Superman is kind of a dick;
4. The new Superman costume: Not impressed. Lois's costumes: OMG YES!
5. So, uh, can anybody point me to the OT3 fanfic yet?

I kind of agreed to go see it again tomorrow. In 3D IMAX. In Pennsylvania. We'll see if I still like it after that.

I actually got a chance to sit down and watch Dr. Who on SciFiFri for the first time in several weeks.

And you know what I want to see? I want the Doctor and one of his companions to park the Tardis in a major city on the East Coast of the United States sometime in the 20th century. And just as they're about to head out, suddenly the door flies open and a really hot guy runs in, and then takes off all his clothes, and runs right back out. And the Doctor blinks, and says, "I've got to come here more often."

And meanwhile up in the sky, Superman is thinking, "hmm, I don't remember a phone booth being there before."

.... Also, Captain Jack owns my soul, but you probably could have guessed that already.

Time travel confuses me. In particular, the banana factory confuses me. As stellar_dust said, what does the Doctor mean when he says "Now", in reference to something several light years and thirty centuries away, while talking to another time traveller with an entirely different personal reference?

There was a post on languagelog today about a language, Pirahã, whose verbs have no temporal markers. Which is to say, assuming I'm understanding it right, there is no equivalent to past, present, future, or for that matter any of the other bits of language that consisently trip up time travellers. Instead, they have two equivalents to tenses which that article calls 'proximate' and 'remote' - 'proximate' referring to things or events in the speaker's direct control or experience, and 'remote' used otherwise. Beyond that there are very few time-descriptive adverbs, most of which refer to cyclic events in the speaker's direct experience - 'at mealtime', 'when the sun is high' - and that's it.

This seems to me a very practical sort of language for a time-traveller. In fact, it must be pretty close to how the Doctor and Captain Jack conceptualize time in general, given their completely matter-of-fact approaches to what I see as impenetrable tangles of paradox. Things on my personal timeline, and things not on my personal timeline. Simple, right? Unfortunately, *I* don't conceptualize time that way, and I'm far too sleepy right now to turn my head inside-out enough to try to understand. But it's still *fascinating*. After finals I'm going to have to read up on what I can about differently temporal languages and see if I can get the Doctor to make sense.

I just stuck the fanfic I was working on today onto my necreavit account, while I try to figure out if I'm ready to spread it around at large. It's Batman/Highlander crossover genfic, about 3500 words, and it's a crossover style I've never written before (and rarely seen written at all) - the amalgamverse kind, where nearly everybody is a blend two different characters, one from each of the two fandoms, and the universes' rules and backstory are similarly smushed. I'd really appreciate if anybody who's even passingly familiar with both fandoms would go and tell me if it makes any kind of sense at all.

I may start using necreavit more, by the way, if I don't get moving and fix my laptop's internet; it makes it much easier to write when I'm swapping back and forth between computers.

Um, lessee. Also, I now have all of our YA (not counting the special collections) in LibraryThing - I've been at the downstair computer, which is also where those books are, so hey! Kismet! (1333 and maybe halfway done now.)

Also, I have figured out who my new haircut makes me look like. It is *exactly* the same look as this superheroine's. . . can I cosplay a GLA member with the JLA group? Please? *g*

This is the Highlander The Series / Batman-between-the-crises amalgamverse crossover genfic. About 3500 words and in need of some fact-checking still, but otherwise done. Until I start another section.

( Observe and Record: In Which Timothy Drake is given his first field Watcher assignment, and Adam Pierson has a conversation with Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Broody that doesn't end in drawn swords. Quite. )

I am not, by any stretch, an anime fangirl. Oh, I went through a phase in high school, and I do my best to keep my hand in, but not fannish about it by any means. I have, however, picked up a smattering of fangirl Japanese, although I never, ever use it.

Except, apparently, I have somehow picked up the habit of using the honorific suffixes. But only in a particular situation, that being when I am addressing inanimate objects. Mom and I fixed a leaky sink this morning, and she commented at one point that *that* was when Dad would have started swearing. I wasn't swearing. I was saying, "Please, Screw-san, just one more turn and we will be finished," and "Faucet-sama, why are you being so difficult today?"

?? Now that I've brought it to my attention, I realise that yes, I have been doing this when I tinker for a while now, but I have no idea when it started. Or *why*. I suppose saying "Mr. Faucet" or "Faucet dear," seemed too twee, but it would be rude to address them by their bare name in such a situation. (Now I am starting to wonder how this might link in to the animistic tendencies of Shinto, but luckily my most current knowledge of Shinto come from old Tenchi Muyo episodes, so I am spared the need to theorize further.)

After the plumbing adventures ended successfully, ( Comics. Rather old comics. )

stellar_dust is coming home tomorrow, with darcy-cat. So is dreamsquirrel. Mom has started making her noises about 'you know you can have friends over whenever you want, right?' with the subtext of 'you do *have* friends, right?' So, yeah. Should keep that in mind while people are around for Thanksgiving.

Okay, I am still here, but you don't want to know how badly I'm doing on wordcount.

Or maybe you do, if you need reassurance that somebody's worse off than you. But I'm not giving up; I still like the story (most of the time, anyway) and I've managed at least a few hundred words every day, although they're getting harder and less good.

But I did manage over two thousand words tonight, which are actually good enough that I'm not ashamed of them. Too bad they're random x-files fanfiction intead of novel.

Oh, what the hey! I'll post it anyway. I need to prove I can actually write, sometimes.

( There's a rumor that Mulder's really gone crazy, maybe psychic again. There's a rumor that he talks to dead people. Actually, that one's not so much a rumor after John and Monica get Scully alone down in the old office one day... )

Chapter 2: 1-5-05
( think warm thoughts )

Part 3: ( I made this )




Part 4 (snippet): ( In brightest day, in darkest night )