Saturday, May 11, 2002

First, the good news: I'm not dead! No. Not even injured. The weather's changing, so I've got a bit of a headache, but other than that, I'm good.

The bad news? I forgot that yesterday was Friday. I have no idea what day I -thought- it was, but not Friday. So, not thinking that it was Friday led to, what else, not writing. Sorry, really -- I'm as unhappy about it as you are. Maybe unhappier, depending on how you feel about my writing. I'd promise some tomorrow, but I have Auction Stuff to do.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 11:09 PM |

We often ask Yasminda all sorts of ridiculous questions, from whether she thinks the Red Wings should use the left-wing lock to if she's a potato farmer. Generally, a wagging tail is considered a positive response -- it leads to some hysterical one-sided conversations. She's also been known to heave huge sighs at just the right moment... The other day, she was -staring- up at the kitty, not blinking. Mom told her that it wasn't polite to stare, so Yasmind just swung her head around to -stare- at mom. Heh.

This pointless story brought to you by...randomness.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 11:15 PM |

*Grin* Hey, Mari -- sometimes, new stuff just gets mushed into old stuff. Or, in the instance I'm thinking about writing, new stuff and semi-old stuff. And no, I'm not sharing, yet. *Hides*
Posted by: Shannon M.: 11:18 PM |

I'm tiiiiiiiired. *Whine* I spent nearly -twelve- hours over at Mercury's house. Nearly twelve whole hours dressed in -real- clothes... I can't remember where I heard it, but I seem to remember -some-one saying the reason they went in to medicine (vet or people, I forget that, too) was so they could wear their PJs to work. Sounds good to -me-. Guh.

I should have -something- more coherent and, it is to be hoped, interesting.

In other news, I wanna tiger. Or a great dane. Or a guppy. ...or just some sleep. Right. Going.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 11:28 PM |

Wednesday, May 08, 2002

First lines of stuff I've written, inspired by reading Viridian's post about hers, in no particular order whatsoever.
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"It's simple," he said, ducking his head. "It's silly to love one and exclude the other, so I love them both."
-- Unfinished IHNI from Tikka's POV

 

"So, how about it?"
-- Vis, Vis/Tikka RPS

 

The entire world is muted, wrapped in shades of brown and taupe and sand and dun, grey and silver and charcoal.
-- Summer's Coming, M/V/T snip

 

"Okay, -you- write it. I _dare_ you."
-- Victor to Marc, while perusing Krushers RPS.

 

Tikka came bouncing up the stairs, arms full of laundry.
-- Wee teeny Domesticity Strikes #2 snip

 

The cold wind off the ocean cut through his fleece vest, but Tikka didn't care.
-- M/V/T On Vacation, unfinished... *Grumple*

 

Halfway home.
-- Kelvath/Avrath, Solstice Interlude (a.k.a. Kelvath Wants A Puppy)

 

"What's the matter?"
-- Marc, unfinished M/V/T quasi-angst

 

The sheets smelled like someone else.
-- M/V/T...something-or-other.

 

"All I need is a holiday... Some time, to get away... Yeah, all I need is a holiday..." Vis drifted off into humming, then changed to whistling as he dried his hair.
-- An attempt at starting Blueberry Holiday, Marc's foray into the world of RPS

 

He noticed the color, first.
-- Attempt number two, Blueberry Holiday

 

"These're why you were chosen, y'know..."
-- Sleepy little K/A snip

 

Kelvath smiled and made a happy little sound as Avrath touched him, edging backwards.
-- K/A smut snip

 

Kelvath stayed where he was, half-frozen for a moment. Then he tried to speak, but all he could manage was, "si- sir?"
-- Discarded portion of K/A The End

 

Finally, finally, spring has melted into true summer; a state of affairs that when he was younger made him mourn for the passing of his reason for being...
-- Marc, IHNI #5: Summer's Coming

 

There wasn't any way around it. They were dedicated, professional, funny, devoted...
-- IHNI #4: Marc and Vic's relationship from an outside perspective

 

"Marc?"
-- Victor, M/V At The Look (a possibly not-so-canon foray into the strange, strange world of fantasies)

 

"All righty, who's next?" The MC's voice boomed out over the bar's PA, and a cheer went up from the crowd at the front of the stage as someone waved an arm wildly.
-- The Krushers Post-Playoff-Win Karaoke...something.

 

Warm lips and a prickle of stubble, the scent of laundry detergent curling the wrong way at the back of his throat -- Finch slapped half-heartedly at his assailant, coughed, and refused to open his eyes. "Five m're minnits..."
-- Finch and Herbert: IHNI #03

 

"Mmph... Stop that."
-- IHNI #1: M/V on vacation

 

He would have liked to have had a proper dinner, of chicken and carrots and rabbit in a burgandy wine sauce maybe.
-- Mari's menu, coopted for Asti's Basque daydream.

 

"Clark...?" Spencer licked dry lips with a drier tongue and stared at the ominously enigmatic readout before him.
-- Spencer And Clark #1: Bomb Scare

 

"Thomas Zachariah Murphy. The First."
-- Thomas Z. Murphy, The Move

 

The folder was plain enough, a dark blue with gold-foil embossed lettering across the tab.
-- Guild Ghost

 

"Hey, Marc?"
-- Victor, from M/V's First Time

 

Candles.
-- Rick, Conrad and Maus go to Taize

 

The woman on-screen was lovely to behold.
-- Tikka Is Homesick (the start, most likely, of the M/V/T stuff.)

 

Dominic Grigio watched Marc Furnier skate away from him, his heart sinking.
-- The opening line of The Confession, a truly horrible chunk of Krushers RPS

 

Marc sprawled in the sun, draping himself over the small front porch.
-- Killer Rhubarb

 

The dressing room echoed with the usual grumblings of players who'd lost, one voice's complaints rising above the banter.
-- The Adleman Incedent

 

Hubert adjusted his hat again as he paid for his groceries, wishing again that he'd insisted on getting the man's number.
-- Hubert and Zed

 

"Hi."
-- Alvin/Cuthbert to Hubert

 

Istvan put his foot against the bottom of the door, swearing as his phone rang.
-- Krushers/Guild Ghost crossover: Hostages

 

Victor strode down the hall, keeping the urge to swat the light fixtures with the hockey stick he carried firmly in check.
-- Hallway Bits, early M/V

 

"Another method to use is to play GM for an expansion team coming into the league and try to list the player who you would most likely want to have on your backline as your number one defender. In this case, you'd have to decide if you want an offensive defenseman- like Sweeny -a stay-at-home type, like you, Vic; a special-teams specialist or a two-way guy." Smirking over the top of the magazine, he gives Marc a considering glance. "That'd be Marc, I guess."
-- Double Entendre, another early M/V piece

 

The first sight that greeted him after slinking through the garage was a rather shapely ass in a flower-print miniskirt in front of his dryer.
-- Conrad, coming home after spending the night in an ex's bed, Hurt/Comfort At The Eclectica

 

"I never noticed how many catalogs I get, until now."
-- Victor, Domesticity Strikes #1

 

Sherman Silver looked up as a man in a hooded cloak set a tankard on his table. "There are plenty of other empty tables."
-- MooT Rewrite

 

The tide was half out by the time Kelvath was hungry enough to turn around and head home.
-- MooT, K/A Epilogue

 

Marc gave the PA speaker above his head a strange look.
-- Marc goes Christmas shopping

 

"You okay over there?" The query was annoyed, but seemingly genuine, as if Tim would do what he could to get his roommate comfortable so they could both get to sleep.
-- Combined-Returns, which is a combination of Vic's Broken Leg and M/V At The Look

 

Three days out in the northlands and he was miserable.
-- K/A Solstice

 

"Can I help you?"
-- MooT, the first version

 

Khobelathalichen Myrsaalth was tall, but he wasn't -large-.
-- Stealing The Spire

 

"As a friend?"
-- Noisy Friends, a due South fanfic

 

I bare my sword against all thy enemies
-- A classic Havothi poem

 

"What are you doing?"
-- Cole, unfinished Valentine's Day snip

 

Today's outfit consisted of a Yleinen Teekuppi T-shirt, soft black jeans, his usual battered sneakers, and his ever-present .pmf player.
-- Tikka-bits

 

It was ten in the morning.
-- IHNI #6: Gunsmoke

 

The big dumb puppy wants a happy ending.
-- Bond's Happy Ending, a Lone Gunmen fanfic

 

Vash's protest, a wordless grumble, comes as I try to peel off his shirt.
-- Untitled Trigun fanfic, with POV problems

 

The sun was up, Xander was gone, and all he had to do was get up and open the curtains.
-- Future Spike challenge fic

 

Someone was on stage now, wearing a hat pulled down low and a faintly familiar-looking coat with the collar turned up.
-- Songfic challenge, Spike/Xander

 

Stone halls, arched doorways, smooth floors...
-- Small Fires, Yuu Yuu Hakusho fanfic

 

"Marron-sensei, Marron-sensei! Watch!" Yukio pressed his palms together, scrunched up his face in concentration, and breathed.
-- Unfinished Sorcerer Hunter's fanfic

 

"Tell me a story, Ryo."
-- Untitled Generator Gawl fanfic

 

"I can't believe that they transferred us -here-."
-- Spencer/Clark 04: Exile

 

A blinding flash of light, a sharp report...
-- S/X fanfic, Xander == Demon Magnet challenge

 

"Yeah, I will. I love you, too." A pause, Clark rolling his eyes. "Oh, come on. Put Sydney on... Fine. Remind me to demonstrate my recently-acquired tailoring knowledge on your new sweaters, next time I'm home."
-- S/C #3: Phone call

 

Spencer and Clark.
-- S/C #2: I Hate My Guidance Counselor

 

I have come to the conclusion that Sandburg could make friends with a wall.
-- How You Write, a Sentinel fanfic

Posted by: Shannon M.: 9:57 AM |

Tuesday, May 07, 2002

I hate being me, some days. I always have things to say, but my phrasing is always lacking. So I don't think I'll say them, right this second.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 9:55 AM |

I got my finances straightened out. It was a combination of me forgetting the price of the fabric and purchasing The Sims, along with the fact that I majorly suck when it comes to handling money. I've always been this way, and I'll probably always be this way. It's annoying, really. And it's probably the result of spending some of my formative years living on a shoestring budget in the middle of nowhere. Enough whining!
Posted by: Shannon M.: 10:01 AM |

Monday, May 06, 2002

Bliffle. Well, now that I feel better, I can elaborate.

The Sims have been terribly amusing -- I decided I'd start with Marc, Vic and Tikka in the same house. So far, they've gone through three stoves, a computer, a TV, and one hell of an emotional rollercoaster that has left Vic and Tikka sleeping in the same bed/being bestest buddies and poor Marc standing around crying all the time. And yes, I've laughed at most of it, callous soul that I am. A burglar stole the (recently repaired!) computer and the TV, and the stoves succumbed to fires -- they stand in front of the stove, heedless of the danger, waving their arms and yelling about the fire. This does NOTHING to help, and they're horribly reluctant to A) move away or B) call the fire department. They -do- love the swimming pool, however, to the point of nearly being late to work because they decide to get up and go swimming.

....people _have_ mentioned the addictive qualities of this game...
Posted by: Shannon M.: 9:08 AM |

The finances... I have no idea what the hell is going on, there, but I will in a little while. The puzzling part is that my check to The Mac Place bounced, but I was still (after I wrote the check) able to withdraw money from the ATM. If it was the cost of the fabric (as I suspect it was, I forgot to mention that I bought 2 and 3/4s yards of each, just to be on the safe side) that I forgot to deduct from my Mme. Jean Money... I -should- have heard about any problems sooner than buying the power supply. Hmmph. Mom and I will be going to the bank today, to figure this out.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 9:13 AM |

And, well, unsurprisingly... I haven't gotten any more writing done. I have decided, however, that my fridays (as much as they can be, anyhow) will be declared my Writing Day and I _will_ work on that day. I will choose a file, mess with it for twenty minutes, and then if I'm on a roll, keep going. If I spend twenty minutes writing and nothing happens, I'll move on to a different file. I don't know about starting new stuff... I'll have to think about the guidelines for that. But that's my plan, for now.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 9:17 AM |

Sunday, May 05, 2002

Head hurts, too warm, slightly queasy...

Sims arrived and are...highly amusing. They've already managed to cause a fire and survived. They whine a lot and are really, really annoyingly messy, though.

Having RL financial problems -- bizarre ones at that. Can't find my checkbook to see what I spent where... I was _certain_ I had enough money last week/week before last. I had money enough to withdraw from the ATM, plus ATM fee... Guh. I think I'm going to go have a drink of cold water, or some ice cream, and maybe a nap. Perhaps later I will be able to form complete sentences.
Posted by: Shannon M.: 1:17 PM |