Thlayli is the Lapine name for Bigwig, the rabbit Lika is obsessed with from "Watership Down". Unfortunately, finding a picture of Bigwig is impossible, so Karen will have to do. Lika isn't shedding any tears over that ^_~

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Tuesday, November 6, 2001--12:12 a.m.

*screams with laughter* Ammie!!! I can't believe you posted the Seishirou-Licks-the-Blood-off-the-Pavement Poem! I love it! Even if I did find it... uh.. more funny than ansty ;D

But it was beautifully written. I could never pull off something like that.

Nothing to weird out a dog lover like spending an hour in the presence of three cat lovers. All of you: I am NOT getting a cat!! Especially if they throw up "furrballs" like you all claim they do >_< Ew!

PRETTY!!! Jeannie, I love the layout Linh (tell your mother not letting you play FF Tactics is only making the ordeal more painful!) made you! And you're an Angel/Cordy shipper? Wow. I actually liked that pairing in first season Angel with Cordy telling him she would kill him dead if he changed back. Heh heh. Nothing says "I love you" more ^_^

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Monday, November 5, 2001--11:53 p.m.

I went to library to take some books out on the Wife of Bath and I ran into my "therapist", who of course the very sweet girl who works at the chaplancy.
She:*calls out my name*
Me: Hi! (I did remember her name but I was too shocked to see her to actually say it.)
She: I've been wondering about you.
Considering that your first impressions of me was seeing me burst into tears, I bet you would.
She: How are you?
I have a severe fever where I feel like I'm baking in my own skin, it's freezing outside, I'm sweating in places I didn't know existed, I'm chilled to the bones, I'm delirious and thinking spiders are crawling on the walls, I can't rest because I have to get to class and finish an assignment due tomorrow and professors don't fucking care how sick you are, I'm behind in all my classes, in serious danger of failing Victorian Literature, do not get me started on how badly the so called educational system is letting down the young people; I can't breathe through my nose because they're all plugged up by the cold I'm suffering, and I'm paranoid of the university library's staplers stapling my fingers to the papers
I am fine, just fine.
Me: I'm all right.
She: That's good to hear.
Me: How are you doing?
She: My computer crashed and ate up my assignment.
ACK! That's horrible!
Me: Ack, that's horrible!
She: When I got back on, there were squares instead of words. But God will help me.
He better. You're such a sweet person and you deserve it. I like you so much.
Me: I'm sure He will
She: I'll be at the chaplancy today. Why don't you drop by?
Not unless you want to see me burst into tears again.
Me: If I have the time, I will.
She: Okay! Do you need a hug?
Awwwhhh! You're such a sweet person! You can't possibly exist in RL. You're just so nice.
Me: I'm all right ^__________^
She: All right then. Bye gorgeous!
Me: *goes upstairs*
She is such a nice person. I really really do like her a lot.
That kind of made my day, even if I didn't go to the chaplancy due to my feeling lousy :)

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Monday, November 5, 2001--04:06 p.m.

There's actually is a clique against OOCness in fanfic out there. Next thing you know there will be a clique against non-canon couples in fanfic. Bleah. Nothing wrong with taking fanfic seriously, but this smacks of high-and-mightiness and all around pretension. In other words, you people sound obnoxiously and righteously stupid.

Since I'm in one my (thankfully) rare fanfic moments, I will proceed to rant on the myths of fanfics because dammit, I've been writing for five years and I feel like I have authority. Never mind that my fanfics sucks, I need to get a few things off my chest.

1. Time doth not a good fanfic make
Just because someone says they spent two months on a one-shot, a vignette, or a chapter doesn't mean it will necessary be brilliant. Trust me. I read tons of fic where the author slaved months on it and all I can think of, "You should have been shooting feathers because that would have been the more productive of the two." Yes, many good fics require endless work and patience and editing, but it is possible to write an extremely good fic in a day. I know, my hourfic is much better than some fics I slaved weeks on. What makes a good fic is not the amount of time you put in it, but what idea you are working with, how you write it, and basically, what mood your muse was in. I'm not saying to not work hard on fanfic, but please don't automatically assume hourfic, quickfics, or hackfics are all bad because little work were put into them. If the muse was moved, chances are the fic is good.

2. Song fics are good, yes, they are
People who immediately disregard songfics because they think they're all shallow and fluff are like people who immediately disregard Buffy because they think it's a kid show. You can only pity them. My favorite X Files fic and Tokyo Babylon fic are songfics:
Stairway to Heaven by Loligo Opalescens -- brilliant Marita characterisation I read years ago and I'm still impressed and touch
A Last Touch by Monica Shin -- I DARE someone to diss this fic.
I also totally love SoD's songfics. Go read Bubble Angst and Spieluhr.

3. I swear half of you don't know when a character is OOC
...therefore don't bitch about OOCness. Before you go around declaring you hate OOC and will never read OOC, please remember the little Subaru in your mind is not Subaru but your perception of Subaru. For all you know, you may be reading and writing OOCness. You have no idea how many people I see make that kind of declaration and then write or praise a fic where a person is so out-of-character I wonder if these people actually read the manga. You look so stupid when you do that. Don't be stupid, folks. Just keep quite about OOCness and let others work on their fics.

4. Fanfic is not canon.
When people get that through their head, we will all be happier. Don't diss WAFF fics that don't believe in the angsty X universe, or original characters or surreal and experimental fics. Being the extreme sap I am, I revere WAFF fics, particularly of the X variety because after all the dragons been through, it's nice to see them get a break and have some cute happiness. Besides, not all WAFF are sappy fluff. Paper Moon was a gorgeous look at Karen and Mixed Signals is one of the best X Files fanfic I've read.

5. Why people think they're original is beyond me
Shakespeare never wrote an original play in his life and we still praise him for it. Why? Because he did such a damn good job at writing them. I don't care who steals whose idea, who steals whose character, and where the "original" story came from. If the story is good, the story is good. That's all there is to it. I am not going to credit every single line I borrowed from other places. We all borrow lines without givine credit. How often do you tell someone, "that's a line from Casablanca" when you say, "this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship"? Spare me all the whines and complaints that someone took a line off your fanfic or they stole your idea. The idea is not important. It's how the idea is written down. If someone else wrote Harry Potter before Rowling did, but Rowling did a better job, the only thing of importance is that Rowling did a better job. Live with it. Acknowledge that person's superiority, vow to hate them for life, and move on.

And to finish off this rant, a fic written by me that encompasses the above: X Files OOC Dr. Seus rip-off written in ten minutes

Camping Poem

Oh Skinner, on a warm June day
Went camping, where? he did not say
He left his work to rest and play
He did not like being boss all day

But then came Mulder and Scully ere
to his camping sight, eyes filled with tears,
"We wronged you sir, we caused you grief.
We drove you mad with our beliefs.

So let us make it up to you,
by letting you spank us til our ass is blue
Please spank us sir, for we've been bad
Our mischievous ways has drove you mad."

And Skinner, quite aghast, said he,
"I cannot spank you, can't you see!
To spank you for your noble ways,
I will not, should not, that'll I say."

"But sir," they begged, "we earned it so"
"Oh please," he begged, "just let it go.
I came out here to bask in peace
So won't you go and let me be?"

And at this moment, Fowley came
Her head bowed low, so filled with shame
"Oh sir, I'm down on bended knees
and beg you to just spank me please

I held you back, I rat you out,
I never let you go about
the rightful things you had to do
I've wronged you so, so spank me too!"

"No, no!" said Skinner, horrified
"I came out here, I wanted to hide
from ghost and oil and bees and pain
and from a man who controls my veins."

"I do not now!" here cried the rat
And Krycek, dressed up with a hat,
slipped out so quickly from where he hid,
and bounced and ran just like a kid.

"Oh sir!" he threw himself with speed
and doing so, he grabbed the sleeve
and looked at Skinner with implore,
"Oh spank me till my ass is sore!

I've wrong you, hurt you, put you in pain,
I beat you up, I controlled your vein
but now I've seen how bad I am
So won't you spank me as I stand?"

"No no!" cried Skinner in disgust
"Just let me be, and leave, you must!
He brushed off Krycek and moved away,
"I will not, should not, that I'll say!"

And then came smoke and Skinner knew
that the smoking man wanted a spanking too
"Oh Skinner, I've wronged you the most!
I made you lie, I crushed your hopes

And through your stuff, I probe and poke
I pollute your office when I smoke
So spank me till I cannot breathe
Which with my lungs, 's not hard, you see"

"Oh God!" cried Skinner, homicidal prone
"Can you see I came here to be alone
So everyone, pull up your underwear
I will not spank you, I wouldn't dare!"

"But sir," they cried, "we cannot sleep
until you spank us on your knees
We've done you harm, it won't be right
until you spank us with all your might!"

"Then I will!" cried Skinner in despair
and laid them on his knees right there
and spanked them soundly one by one
until the moon came out and the day was done

Now let the moral of this poem be
that cigarettes are bad, you see
The smoker dropped his on the ground
when Skinner spanked his ass around

It rolled into a pile of leaves
which caught on fire and you see
that all the trees were flaming red
And all our characters are dead

So when you camping it is dire
to remember that only you can prevent those forest fires.

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Monday, November 5, 2001--03:54 p.m.

She was beyond beauty, chaste as a virgin, carnal as a whore, her hair as red as blood, her wings as black as night.

Maria, I love your Karen.

Oh *groan*, I am still high on the fever. And for some reason, I decided to rant about fanfic in this state. Talk about misery. Anyways, some quick reply before I return to the rant.

Audrey, Happy 15th! Hope you get lots of pressies and naked-chocolate-covered Seishirous.

Onee-sama, where's the Sorata drunkfic? Sorry about your money trouble *hugs* I know how much it sucks losing money. I hope you can replace it somehow.

ali, I hate cell phones but boy, that bitch was out of line. Talk about self-absorped.

Ammie, between you on the wall and Karen on the wall, I rather have you *^____^*

Satsuki-chan, I just want to let you know that you're one of my babies *cuddles*

Alison is going away soon... ;_; My other baby is going away. I'm going to miss you so much! Have a safe trip, dear.

BWAHAHAHAHAH!!! TB/CGS crossover? Seriously fucked. I want this badly.

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