DoctorV

What does "Semi F-locked" mean? It means most of my posts, when I'm in the mood and/or remember, are going to be viewable only to a "Custom Group" that consists of most of my Friends list. So if you're on my list, you'll need to be signed in to see most of my more recent posts. (Tooooo lazy to go back and change the viewability of all my old posts.)

If you're signed in and still not seeing anything new, drop me a comment here and I'll check and see if I forgot to add you to the group. I try to keep on top of things, but I lose track sometimes until someone says something.

If you're curious why I've done this, leave me a comment and I'll see if I can remember how to set comments to only be viewable by the person they're in reply to.

Christmas was a quiet thing for me this year. Probably for the best. Not sure I'd've had the energy for more. *shrug*

One of the tabs I have in this window is BabyNames.com. Specifically, "Greek Boy Baby Names." I have so many other tabs, though, that only "Greek Boy" is visible of the title. It amuses me because it kind of makes it look like I'm looking at specialty porn or something. ^_^

1. I'm in the mood for AU, mi duckies. As in, I want to write some. But being the incredibly lazy person I sometimes am, I don't want to put much thought into it.

2. I will/can write Boostle, Daily Show/Colbert Report (to an extent), and possibly even my John Smith original work if anyone (you know who you are) wants a piece of that action. (I might even dig out my Time Wobblers original if anyone's interested.)

3. ???

4. Here's were you profit:
Comment with an AU you want to see and who you want to see in it. I will write no less than a hundred words of that AU. I get to write and you get me to write! Everyone wins! :D


Will I get to them all? I make no promises. Will I write things other than those listed under #2? Maybe, but it is less likely. (It would be best if you suggest whatever other thing you want and one I listed. You might even get both!) What counts as an AU? Uh...I dunno. "The one where they're Star Trek characters" or "The one where they're underwear models," stuff like that.

Have fun, kit-n-kiboodles!

Is the holiday season over yet? *sigh*

Realized after finishing it that the conversation I was writing was built around a reference to a scene that had not happened yet. In fact, the conversation happened in the scene that got the characters to the scene where the thing referenced happened.

FML. *headdesk*

Doc is going to fucking READ now. Fuck everyone, and fuck the world, and fuck everything.

Cannot write fluff when pissed, apparently.

Just Wikied Lady Gaga and discovered she's a year younger than me.
...WTF? o_0

She looks like she's older than me. In my opinion. But then, I've always been pretty crap at judging ages. (Plus I tend to look younger than I actually am.)

Still, it's kinda weird.

...So yeah, apparently I'm still having prophetic dreams of completely ordinary moments to come in my life. Things not especially important, but still things that I have never seen before and as such had no way of just making an educated guess.

So...what? My brain's just showing off a neat trick it can do? What's the damn point? o_0 Every time I think about it, I get the uneasy feeling that it's to let me know it's real so that I don't dismiss it when I dream something big and important.

That worries me.

Piiiiiiiics!

I direct you now to Mr. Pongo's YuleCon Gallery, specifically the folder with OH YEAH, (fake) Stewart and Colbert! BEING AWESOME! (And by "awesome," I of course mean "pretending to lick a jar of Baconnaise.") ...I cannot remember why I look so terrified in most of the rest of the pics. o_0

And here is another of his folders, in which I attempt to sell "Stephen" on the virtues of Hanukkah. (Latkes are totally worth celebrating it for! I will fight anyone who naysays, see if I won't.)
Also, it must be said, I am nothing if not a consummate showman. (I also continuously forgot to take off my glasses. Note to self: CONTACTS, GODDAMMIT!)

I think I played at least three games of dreidel during this con and lost every. Fucking. TIME. (Please note: I made that dreidel. By hand. From fucking clay. Hard. CORE. \m/ )

We won second place, by the way. (No clue what I'm saying or responding to.)
Oh yeah, and remember how I said I was a consummate showman: Hell to the yeah, bitches! \o/



Still to be posted: Colbert VS. Stewart: FIGHT!, I literally lose my shirt playing dreidel, and more fun with the Awkward Mistletoe. Good times, all 'round. ^_^

(Spellcheck does not recognize "latke" or "dreidel" as actual words. Have I mentioned how dumb spellcheck is?)

So I didn't manage to finish my NaNo. At this point it's something of a tradition.

I think it started with the broken keyboard and snowballed into an impossibility to finish in the allotted time. I've had nothing but screwy keyboards, I've been off and on with my health, I've been busy and busy and busy and I don't even remember everything I was busy with except that I've spent most of this month feeling like I'm trying and failing to beat multiple deadlines. And in all that mental flailing and hair-tugging, NaNo just sort of fell by the wayside (though I still managed a good couple thousand words).

However, I've decided to finish the story.

I've got the characters, I've got the world, I've got the plot. Now I just need to poke at them until scenes fall out in some sort of order that leads from point A to point B. I just wrote a shower scene, hell yeah I'm seeing this fucker through.

I just have trouble with the minutia. There's so much space to fill. My scenes are all close-ups, I need establishing shots. And I can't fill an entire book with banter, so I should stop trying. There is a time and place for banter and that time and place is not always.

Note to self: Background goes after John falling asleep watching movie. Yes? Second chapter starts with a variation on the dream scene.

I'm a short story writer, unfortunately. Whether this is by nature or habit, I'm not sure. I am precise, succinct, direct and to the point. As I am in my life, so am I in my writing. I have trouble playing the games of getting-to-know-you and my small talk is sub-par at best. Luckily, I am also given to rambling, sometimes. I just need to figure out how to aim my ramblings.

I want to write, now, but it's five in the morning and I have work tomorrow (in twelve hours) and I am tired. Thank god I have Friday and Saturday off. Maybe I can make some progress, then. Maybe I can sleep in, then. (I want to write something with an odd narrative. Whimsical? Is that the right word? Stream of conscious-esque? I want to write something with a disjointed timeline. Introduction to the climax in the first section, then an abrupt switch to the build-up. Maybe one of those stories where each section is from a different time in the story, all out of order, but presented in such a way that they build off of each other and you could have gotten to the end by reading linearly, but it wouldn't have been half as fun or suspenseful. Neither of those is the story I'm working on, though. May have to throw myself on the mercy of my prompt tables. Later. I'm tired.)

In any case, I'm going to try to get the John Smith story written in three months, maximum. November is being counted as the first month. So I guess by the end of January, we'll see if I've made it.


Note to self: "The Storytellers." Figure this out. It could be interesting.

Failed to choke myself on a piece of ice. Doc lives to see another day. I win! \o/

Discovered last night that my Ghostbusters shirt glows in the dark. How did I not realize that before?

Thus far, this is the only pic posted so far of me at YuleCon. Note the Awkward Mistletoe. You can't see it very well, but there is a hella creepy elf on top of it. By the end of the day, we had to remove it because it was staring at us with its creepy, judging EYES. (More pics will be made available once they're posted.)

Had early Thanksgiving with my parents this weekend, since we were in town for YuleCon. Was good to see them. Acquired some books and DVDs from Half-Price Books while we were there.

The cats got fleas. Bad. Now the whole apartment has them. Bought a flea bomb and some flea spray earlier today. Just need to find a time when we'll be able to get things out of the way and get us and the cats out of the apartment for about two hours. In the mean time, fleas. *headdesk*

I probably won't finish my NaNo by the end of the month, not least of which because my keyboard is fucked¹, but at least I'm making progress. I have about four pages so far and I know what the plot is now. I also have a beginning and end. So I think I'm going to finish it eventually, regardless of deadlines. :) I'm happy with it.

Can't think what else I might've meant to babble about. Oh well, I can always do another entry if I remember.


1. The computer repair place never called back about fixing my keyboard.

So YuleCon is done and over with. Tons of fun were had. I still have dye and mousse in my hair. Photos and video were taken. As soon as that started getting posted places, I'll link it.

And now, I think I'm going to cut all the rest of the black from my hair and make my hair however short the length of my roots is. I don't know of any other cons in the area for the next couple months, so I've no more use for the amount of hair I have. ^_^



MAN I can't wait to get ahold of the pics! *grin* They're pretty awesome.

Is it inappropriate for someone to ask you to put in a good word for them at your own job interview? o_0 Because I cannot help but feel some sort of protocol has been breached here.

Had an awesome Halloween. There's a pumpkin that still needs carving, but I was busy and tired this weekend. Meh, I'll roast the seeds eventually at least.
Went to a party. Danced my ass off. Am now paying, painfully, for all the headbanging I did. *wince* It was worth it, though. Some songs you can't dance to properly without some headbanging.
Was stone cold sober, by the way, and danced far more than the drunk folks. \o/ Go me!

Had a job interview on Thursday. At an eye care center. Said they were looking to train me as a technician. Basically, the person who runs some tests and takes your info before the actual doctor sees you. I think it went well. They said they'd call me, so I'm waiting to hear yea or nay. It's about twice as far away as Kroger, though, and busy roads are involved. Not that I can't do it with my bike, or that I'm not willing, I'll just need to be extra careful and give myself extra time to get there. Also, depending on the hours, I'm thinking maybe I could just work that and Kroger, but with my Kroger hours seriously reduced. That way I wouldn't be leaving right before the holiday rush, I'd still get my employee discount, and I wouldn't feel guilty at all. Win-win!
Of course, the job isn't guaranteed. ...I'd really like to get it, though. It would be a step up, at least.

NaNoWriMo started yesterday. I am doing my John Smith story for it. So far, John and his partner Wok Stirfry have fallen off a building. ...I'm not sure yet where to go from there. Eh, if nothing else, I can try just skipping ahead to another part and worry about how to connect them later. Granted, my usual writing style tends to be a straight shot from start to finish, letting the story happen the way it wants to with occasional meddling to get it to hit certain goals, but I'm usually up for trying new things.
In any case, I have a good feeling about it this year. I'd like to finally finish a NaNo, and this story has been percolating in my brain for many a year now. It's recently begun to form a plot, and I intend to take advantage of that.

The "m" key on my laptop is completely fucked. I'm hoping to hear back from the computer repair place on when the guy who can do such repairs will be in. I never before realized how many words the fucker's in. Right now I'm just copy/pasting it in when I use it, because it's a pain in the ass to hit the sensor just right.

I finished my rpf_big_bang fic! Co-authored with themistoklis, it's an AU/crossover/fusion with our¹ current political line-up as the the crew of the USS Hope (Captain Obama, First Officer Emanuel, etcetera). A Q who's taken an interest in Rahm Emanuel causes some mayhem, names himself "Stephen Colbert," and then when Rahm hurts his feelings decides to throw the Hope crew into a pocket universe in which they are politicians on twenty-first century Earth...and he is a basic cable TV host. It's a really fun story, it's really long (twenty-five thousand plus words), and it's got art to go with it. I recommend taking a look. :D

There's probably more that I'm forgetting to mention, but it's really damn early and I'm tired.


1. And of course by "our" I am being Americentric and referring to the United States government. Hey, at least I'm aware of it and clarified without being asked.

Okay, what the hell. My brain seems intent on starting a completely unconnected TV series during my hours of unconsciousness.

At least I think last night's episode was unconnected to the one I had the other night. I don't remember the other one anymore, so for all I know this was the sequel.


There were three siblings: an older girl and two boys. I don't know how old they were, but it was late teens at least. I don't remember a lot of it now, but the twist of the story was that the two boys were actually one boy. I don't know if anyone else could actually see the second (imaginary) boy, but that was probably how it worked. Like in Sixth Sense, where you don't notice until the end that the kid is the only one interacting with Bruce Willis. Anyway, the boy ended up killing himself, drank poison or something. Then his parents finally showed up...with a cake? I think it was being demonstrated how much they failed at being parents when the conversation between them included something along the lines of how there was mint on the cake, oh, but wait, he's allergic/doesn't like mint. Oops.

Anyway, so that was weird. And it's driving me nuts that I knew the names of the boy and the imaginary boy just an hour ago, but I can't remember now. I think the imaginary boy's name started with "R." WTFever. 9_9

1. My store now sells baconnaise. ...I made a tag for it. ...I was half tempted to buy a jar, just so I could take it with me next time I cosplay as Jon Stewart (this November at Yule Con, mark your calendars, kiddies!). But then I thought, no. No, fuck that, I will design my own jar. It will be glorious. I'm thinking a picture of a cartoon pig on it will not be out of place. Also probably the words "OMG BACON!" and "Pork it up!" I am a genius.

2. Realized the other day, much to my surprise, that I have Mullet-verse!Booster hair. o_0 My hair's getting floppy again, enough that I can do a Booster-flip with it, and it's dyed black with my blond roots showing. This was entirely unintentional, but amuses me nonetheless.

3. Nick got his wisdom teeth out today. All four. Nick is currently sleeping it off, poor thing. I am now trying to figure out how to make applesauce and oatmeal more interesting. I asked my parents for dietary advice, since Dad got all his teeth removed not long ago. (By "not long" I mean some time in the past three years, which I cannot pinpoint more due to faulty memory.)


That's all I can think of right now.

Okay so...apparently someone gave me twelve months of paid account time on my journal. I...um...thank you? It was incredibly unexpected and, yes, very thoughtful. I appreciate it, whoever did it. So thank you, anonymous gifter.

Um...if you want, you can comment to this and I'll write you something as thanks? If you want to keep your anonymity, just comment anonymously with a prompt or something. If not, then just accept my sincere thank you.

1. Had a customer suggest to me last night that I apply for a job at a local eye care center. Judging by my own spotty recollection and the picture on the website, I think it was the doctor the place is named for. So today I went there and got an application. If I get it finished tonight I'm going to try to turn it in tomorrow before work.

2. Internet connection is spotty as all hell lately. Linksys disappeared, so I'm piggybacking off a couple others that aren't as consistent. *headdesk*

3. I had an idea the other day for a blog called something like "Here's How They Got Together" where I would just...write how two (or more?) characters could end up together in a believable manner. Granted, it would involve looking up characters I know nothing about, should they be suggested, but I've done it before and managed. *shrug*

4. Have started doing this art meme. Considering this one and this one. We'll see, once I finish the first.

5. I think I had something else very specific that I wanted to do an entry about, but I've forgotten. Dammit. Oh wait! I remember! Jeez, how'd I forget?
Okay, recently my interwebbing has been interrupted not only by connection spaz, but by Ask.com. I'll click a link or try to do a Google search or something and then the page will lag (for an annoyingly long time) before spitting me out at Ask.com. I figured it was a virus or spyware or something that got itself attached to the laptop, but fuck all if I can find it. I searched "Ask" on the laptop and didn't get anything that looked promising, so I'm assuming whatever this thing is has a somewhat less stupidly obvious name. Anyone know WTF this is about?

Let me start this off, first of all, by saying that I will forgive a movie a lot. Plot holes? Gratuitous nudity that serves no purpose? Unnecessary violence? Yeah yeah, whatever. Just be shiny and entertain me, that's all I ask.

So by all rights, I should have loved Battle For Terra. I was expecting to, certainly. The trailer blew me away, and if it had been released at the local movie theater, I would've paid at least matinee to see it. I am sincerely glad that it didn't, because this is one of the very few times when I would have wanted my money back. I wouldn't have asked (or worse, demanded) for it back, but I would have wanted it.

( More bitching under the cut. )


If I had to choose something about the movie that I considered the best part of it, I would have to say Giddy, Jim Stanton's helper-bot. I'm probably showing my bias, I've always loved robots, but Giddy really was the most enjoyable part of this movie. That isn't to say he didn't have his boring moments, but he averaged far less in that regard than the entire rest of it.

So if you are going to watch this, I recommend having a book or a handheld game or something to keep you occupied in between the scenes with Giddy. The only reason I got through it without wandering off or getting distracted by something else is because I honestly hoped that it would pick up at some point and get better. I wanted to like Battle For Terra, I really did. Unfortunately, the ham-fisted presentation of the underlying message, without bothering to really polish the overlying story, made this an overall disappointment as a film.