Will post a proper update concerning the R.E.M. Concert of Awesome. But first, a few minor fic-related frustrations.
Because I'm a moron, I signed up for the Summer Blockbuster Ficathon over at
geekfiction. I normally avoid the ficathons there as I defaulted on the last two (just like I've defaulted on basically every ficathon I've ever done), but this seemed like a nice, low-pressure thing. And I can write for Miami fairly easily, so I could trot out the crack!fic readily. Since this ficathon encourages you to be as nonsensical and wild as your average summer blockbuster, I figured this would be a good time to roll out that half-formed crackfic idea I had. I even started writing it.
Unfortunately, as with most ficathons, we're assigned a randomized prompt, this one from the AFI "100 Years, 100 Quotes" list. But no problem - there were a lot of quotes that worked with the fic I had planned.
And then the quote I got assigned? "Plastics". From The Graduate.
What. The hell. Am I supposed to do. With that?
(Note: I don't mean to bitch, really. It's just that...the one time I might actually finish this ficathon, I get a prompt I've got no idea what to do with. Bah.)
That said, I've sort of got the germ of an idea for a Catherine/Greg fic that plays up the age difference.
Greg: Ms. Willows, you're trying to seduce me. Aren't you?
Catherine: Just run the samples, Greg.
But still. It's not what I had in mind, and I really don't want to ditch another ficathon.
Phooey. I should just not sign up for these things.
Because I'm a moron, I signed up for the Summer Blockbuster Ficathon over at
Unfortunately, as with most ficathons, we're assigned a randomized prompt, this one from the AFI "100 Years, 100 Quotes" list. But no problem - there were a lot of quotes that worked with the fic I had planned.
And then the quote I got assigned? "Plastics". From The Graduate.
What. The hell. Am I supposed to do. With that?
(Note: I don't mean to bitch, really. It's just that...the one time I might actually finish this ficathon, I get a prompt I've got no idea what to do with. Bah.)
That said, I've sort of got the germ of an idea for a Catherine/Greg fic that plays up the age difference.
Greg: Ms. Willows, you're trying to seduce me. Aren't you?
Catherine: Just run the samples, Greg.
But still. It's not what I had in mind, and I really don't want to ditch another ficathon.
Phooey. I should just not sign up for these things.
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Imagine this:
casefile with dead bodies, cat burglers, rampant sentient cacti, purple alligators, etc. etc. The team is gathering clues, evidence, etc. but are stumped. Finally, another in the series of crimes occurs! They go to the crime scene, a ditch or something, and one of the investigators snaps on some rubber gloves and uses a pencil to pull up a piece of evidence, slimy and dripping with ditchwater.
"What is it?" asks the other investigator.
"Plastics."
it could totally be a crossover with Terror of the Autons.
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Perhaps rampant sentient plastic cacti? Leaving bits of themselves behind at crime scenes? It's all coming together, yes it is.
I should make it a Doctor Who crossover. Just to be spiteful over getting a difficult prompt. I mean, the Auton invasion in "Rose" couldn't have been limited to Great Britain, right? Maybe there was a lab standoff in New York, and they all had to barricade themselves inside and beat off murderous shop window dummies.
That'd be kind of awesome, actually.
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Why aren't there more CSI/Doctor Who crossovers? It's not like the universes are incompatible. Although there was one really really fabulous Stella Bonasera/Martha Jones PWP I read that one time, but that's all I've seen.
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By the way, I got your e-mail; I'd be happy to offer feedback on your fic, and
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(Actually, they *are* a lot of fun at Disney World, and I have another planned for the Haunted Mansion.)
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ViralMancer+(2)OCBC+consistent procrastination=INSTANT SUICIDE.
Someone shoot me now, please.
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But yeah, I know the feeling. You sign up for stuff and you're all enthusiastic and you're going to finish this one, really you are, and then before you know it everything's due in two days and you've got three sentances/five lines on a page.
(I should get back to my deviantART account, really I should. It's just that every time I try, I've got about eight jillion messages waiting for me and pictures I haven't commented on and I get all intimidated and retreat back to LJ...)
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http://viralmancer.deviantart.com/art/OCBC-1-Amara-vs-Setsuko-88702155
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