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I set aside a little chunk of time for writing this morning, so of course I'm looking at old WIPs instead.

Now I'm not gonna do that same-old, overly modest thing I do so well, and make big blanket statements, like 'everything here is terrible!' Because it isn't. Some of it's decent.

But this one thing. Wow.

Okay, so basically: JC buys a theremin. You know that instrument that sounds like a ghost having an orgasm? One of those. And he gets really into it and becomes proficient pretty quickly (Is theremin proficiency even a thing? Are there any theremin virtuosos out there? Not counting the dude I just linked to, I guess.) And the other guys are starting to worry, 'cos he keeps canceling plans to stay at home with his theremin and...

That's all she(I) wrote. I truly have no idea where I was going with this. It's gotta to be at least six, seven years old and I have a memory like a goldfish.

I mean...

Is it possible I had only just learned what a theremin was and felt like showing off? I'm grasping at straws here. What the hell was I thinking?

Dang, I really wanna end this on a positive note. Oh! Okay, here we go: one that still makes me laugh. Hey, [personal profile] zebraljb, remember 'JC and the Seven Whores'? And the pine cone contraceptives? (Dear God, someone ask me about the pine cone contraceptives. I am suddenly dying to talk about the pine cone contraceptives.)
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So. Today on the F Train, a very nice older lady put her hand on my knee and asked, concern in her voice, what was wrong, which, I didn't think anything was?? I mean, all I'd been doing was sitting there, y'know, zoning out on the Zizmor ads and thinking about all the AUs I'll never write: the usual. And then she squeezed my knee and told me not to worry, she'd say a rosary for me, so I guess...

I guess...

The moral of this story is that my RBF is really more of an RTF (Resting Traumatized Face)? Which, uh. Okay.

So now that I know about it...how do I fix it? (And please don't tell me to imagine something soothing, like dolphins and sea lions cavorting in a calm, blue ocean because 1. dolphins wig me out. They're too smart. You just know they're plotting something.* And 2. I'd say I already think about sea lions about...hmm...5-7 hours per day, at least. Any more would be ridiculous.)



*What?! They ARE.
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The newest addition to the ever-growing list of AO3 tags that seem to straddle the border between superfluous and just plain meshugenah:

-"Non-rape"

O_O

I just--huh? Am I missing something? Totally baffling, right? I'm gonna go ahead and assume that it's meant to signify something OTHER THAN consensual sex--cause otherwise why wouldn't the author just, y'know, call it THAT? (Also, who warns for consensual sex?)

But as to its true meaning? I'm stymied. STYMIED.

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