Stephen Fry's latest on Twitter, re: the other night's Jonathan Ross show:

On the show @wossy read me some Fry/Laurie slash fiction. Did it make the cut? Absolutely eye watering. And I thought I had seen it all

I want you all to know that I've just written 2,600 words of Christopher Biggins slash. And I'm afraid I will be posting it. If you'd like to simply unfriend me now, I'll certainly understand.

Thank you for your time. :)

This thing wot I am downloading is taking too long. :(

Anyway. I've been watching Season 1 Buffy this evening and thinking about Doctor Who (yes, this is pretty much how my life goes on a day-to-day basis) and I suddenly thought, ( it occurs to me that pretty much everything I might think of to say about Doctor Who from now on will be something of a spoiler ) And then I thought, no. That would be both ridiculous and unpleasant.

I was going to say something else at this point, but I forget what. I shall go to bed.

Just trawling randomly and came upon this community: Ipswich: The Darker Side of Doctor Who

Ipswich is the alternative. Ipswich is the community and repository for all things angsty, dark, and non-fluff in the Doctor Who fandom.

Not to mention: Ipswich may contain explicit sexual content, slash, violence, and disturbing imagery. Blimey, I should say so!

:)

And now I must go to bed.

Did LiveJournal go away for a while? That was a bit scary. *twitch*

So. Saturday! Yes. I just signed a petition, and I know that online petitions are, by and large, about as much use as a wet rag in a gale, but this is for a very important cause. It's to get A Bit of Fry and Laurie released on DVD. You can sign it here, although it doesn't seem to like Firefox much.

dandywalker is evil. He made me eat a cheeseburger last night, when I wasn't even hungry. He forced me to. It was terrible.

I've been looking at old sketchbooks and things this morning, and frankly, I'm not terribly impressed. I was trying to make myself feel better because my drawing skills have deteriorated so much, but a) I fear they weren't that good anyway, and b) I'm apparently too lazy to document and archive my work properly, so I don't seem to have very much left. Which is kind of sad. I sort of have an idea of something I'd like to do, but I don't know if my skillz are really up to it. Whatever I do, I know it won't live up to my wild and tingly imaginings, but I should probably try anyway. Just cos, you know.

Ok, we appear to have ventured into extreme rambling territory now.

Other stuff includes the following:

I have been developing some mildish new obsessions, mainly in order to combat the extreme sense of boredom and frustration engendered in me by Ordinary Working Life, and Getting on Buses, and Buying Sandwiches Every Day and Stuff. Firstly, I have been hanging round eBay and Amazon like it's the end of the internet tomorrow. I probably should stop doing this, but I just really like spending money on shiny things.

Secondly, and in reverse order, I have been swallowed up, masticated thoroughly, and chomped into tiny, tiny bits, by Stargate: Atlantis. By which, of course, I mean the fandom rather than the show itself. Because the fic, my friends, is bloody great. And this leads to all sorts of inarticulate musings about fannishness and fic and so on, because I'm always doing this the wrong way round. It was the same with the X-Files. See, I'm basically in it for the slash, and then that makes me want to see the show to find out what they look like, and where this reference came from, and so on and so on, and omg, they really do do that - I thought Anon McFicwriter made that up! And I do end up enjoying watching the show, because of the fic, and my watching of the show enhances my fic-reading. One feeds the other. But I almost certainly wouldn't bother watching SG:A if no one was writing great fic about it. Hmm. Anyway, I should do some recs or something.

Ah, but now I must contradict myself, because thirdly, I have been displaying some disturbingly fannish tendencies. I have suddenly discovered Neil Gaiman's Sandman series. Yes, when it comes to being late to the party, I like to arrive when there's nothing left but beer cans full of fag-butts and a few suspicious stains. Hm. But anyway, um, yes, perhaps I need to feed the inner goth I never knew I had. Because, oh, Dream! He's just so ... broody and annoying and cool. Sigh. I'm up to World's End, and my favourite so far is Brief Lives, which I found oddly moving. I like the guy who's lived for fifteen thousand years, and then gets killed when a wall falls on him on his way to work. And he says to Death, "Fifteen thousand years. I did ok, didn't I?" And she says, "You got what everyone gets. A lifetime." Er. And, anyway, while there is much more to say, I think I feel like stopping writing now.

Ok! Stupid rambly post over! Yay!

Frankly, I don't think you can ever rec something too much, so here I am reccing Recall by sophrosyne31. Very absorbing, fascinating Lotrips AU, not to mention sexier than sex on sexy toast. I'd recommend it even if you don't read Lotrips, actually.

I had the best idea for my Yuletide story last night. I lay awake for hours thinking it through and fizzing with delight at how wonderful it was going to be and how clever I am, although I couldn't be bothered to put the light on and write any of it down. When I woke up, of course, it turned out to be a fairly mediocre idea after all, which was rather disappointing. But I should be able to drag some sort of fic out of it, with luck and a good kick up the arse.

Here's a disturbing thought I had the other night: Rupert Bear slash. Anyone? No? Ok.

Last night on Queer Eye, they were complaining because the guy didn't have a proper dining room, and galactic_jack said so what's wrong with a coffee table slash dining table anyway? And I said nothing. Nothing at all. You can probably guess what happened next.

( Girl tables in love! )

Try the Drabble-Matic!

I really need to stop doing things like this. My journal has become very silly.

( My automatic Valentine's Day World Leader Slash )

A tinhat moment
In these pictures of them recording the weird album, Elijah is quite clearly wearing a Skeletor mask. Well. This is obviously a sekrit gay message! Everybody knows that Skeletor was as gay as a particularly gay goose from the Land of Gay Geese. I'm quite surprised no one picked this up, actually.

My novel
is kind of dead. This afternoon I'll have a go at resurrecting it.

In other news, basically nothing. When the New Year rolls around, I plan on giving up paranoia.

ETA: I meant to rec this great story by trianne

Looky! blythely made me an icon!! Actually she made me two, but LJ is buggering about and won't let me upload it. But yay anyway!

Anyway so I've signed up for the evil nano thing. It was too easy. They need to have a big sign before you click on 'submit', going 'are you sure - yes or no?' and if you click yes it would go 'but really, are you?'

See how mad I am -- I had to type an article about aphids today. And in my lunch hour I downloaded it to a floppy and stole it specifically so that I can write badfic based upon it. *hits stupid brain*

And then I got very bored slavishly keying in stuff about pig pregnancies, so I wrote slash instead. Ooh, I'm so dangerous!

I've stopped hacking LJ to bits now, so you can all have your weapons back. shirecreature -- your uzi, I believe. And lazulus -- thanks for lending me the flamethrower. The hammer was mine, wasn't it? Ok, good.