First: OH MY GOD INTERNET OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD. -cling-


Second: OH MY GOD I NO LONGER HAVE PNEUMONIA OHMYGODOHMYGODOHMYGOD.


And now, for your regularly scheduled Live Journal post.



So, I’m writing. I’m writing a whole lot more lately, actually. It could be stress bleeding out of me the way it used to: in the form of creativity. See, I’m just now getting over a two week long case of pneumonia—and I am SO happy now that I can actually take a deep breath without coughing my lungs up—and I’ve written a grand total of twenty thousand words over the past few days. I’m sittin’ pretty, boys and girls. Comicus the Muse has risen from the grave at last.

(With a sound like a block of wood hitting poured concrete, Comicus the Muse drops lifeless to the ground. Cause of death: Jinx of Irony.)

That said, for the record: getting Guy Gardner’s characterization right is…more difficult than I anticipated. I can get the attitude down, I think, but I’m having trouble with the speech patterns. All the ‘yer’ and ‘ya’ and suchlike kind of offends my writerly sensibilities.

Also, he’s…such a dick. I mean, when I write a character, I channel whatever aspect of myself that they need to sound right, because it comes off as more authentic that way, but I don’t have that much dick in me.

((INSERT CHEAP JOKE HERE))

It’s just…really hard.

((INSERT SECOND CHEAP JOKE HERE))

Oh, God, someone please make it stop. –rocks back and forth- Please, please make it stop.

(Is this what it’s like to be a boy? God, it must be exhausting.)

But, in keeping with tradition and my own horrible sense of humor…oh, lord, Guy. I’m sorry I’m going to give you yet another head injury.

Anyways. I have other things to say for a change! No more very, very short LJ entries! Yays!

Now, it seems to me that not too long ago, I had very vital, important things to blog about. I mean, I practically lived on my LJ, ranting daily about any little thing that caught my fancy. Comics, movies, cartoons, the state of science fiction as a genre…

Aside from the fact that internet is rather scarce nowadays, why aren’t I doing that? I mean, Christ, there are so many fabulous things that have happened over the past few months that I really MUST share—so why am I not a’bloggin’ like there’s no tomorrow? When the Boy and I were on the road, I considered keeping a diary, because…well, the days start to bleed into one another when you’re Fringing--

(“We’ve only been here two days? TWO DAYS? MAKE VANCOVER BE OVER, JOHN, MAKE IT BE OVEEEEEEEEEEEEER.”)

but I didn’t, for…very silly superstitious reasons. Ahem. None of which have any bearing on anything whatsoever, because they’re just that silly.

‘Cept now I wish I had kept a diary, ‘cause I’m starting to forget things a little bit. Also, I saw movies! So many good movies! And ingested ALL of Venture Brothers in roughly a two week period! And almost all of Justice League: International! And theatre! Not to mention all the stuff we saw while we were actually on the road. I feel like I have so much to say here, people, but for some reason, I’m just not saying it. Maybe it’s because I have SO MUCH backlog, it’s overwhelming.

Well, no time like the present. So. Wondering what I’ve been up to since I seemingly disappeared from the internet? ( Let us have a gander... )

And…there. You’re caught up.

Yeesh, but that’s a lot. Let’s sum it up, by the numbers. Since August twelfth:

18,000+: words written (all in the past ten days)
100+: comics/graphic novels read
100+: utterances of “Damn it, John!”
78: New friends/acquaintances made whose names/faces I can actually remember
39: hours of the boy’s movies
36: hours of the boy’s TV
35: times I’ve crossed a state/country line
32: theatre performances seen
21: states occupied for more than five minutes
20: days spent fighting off some kind of sickness
16.5: hours of my movies
16: admirers dodged
14: theatre performances directed
8: movies seen in theatres
7: hours of my TV
6: comic shops frequented
4: packs of cigarettes smoked
3: new favorite bands (Depeche Mode, Leonard Cohen, Oingo Boingo)
3: new favorite movies (Boondock Saints, Inglorious Basterds, District 9)
2: comic book conventions attended
2: national parks visited
2: parties attended
1: party hosted
1: new stalker
1: new cat
1: cell phone lost
1: boyfriend gained

…

I feel tired just looking at the list. I think I need to go lie down.

Oh, wait, must upload fic first. Right.

(Also, I'm having my first real Thanksgiving tomorrow; we're going to see the Captain's Parents of Win and Amazing.)

The Boy and I are about to hit the road for Tuscaloosa. I'm so stoked that last night, I actually dreamed about the tearful reunion with my Captain. I may have woken up a little bit misty, as a matter of fact.

And now, I can't stop singing The Impossible Dream from Man of La Mancha in my head. This is vital for you to know, because...well, it's pretty much Captain's movie. I mean, you know how you associate people with their favorite things or stuff that makes you think of them at their very, very best? That's Man of La Mancha in relation to Mon Capitan.



I'M COMIN' CAP'N!

(And we're bringing Grog! And presents!)

Also:



And:



-sigh-

I'm so...schmoopy.

Green Bay Packers Fans are Fucking Scary.

........

God damn, but my state is hardcore.

Oh, I miss it so.

Also:

OH MY GOD.



....

Wha?

I present SEVEN HORROR MOVIES YOU SHOULD SEE EVEN THOUGH YOU'VE PROBABLY NEVER HEARD OF THEM, OH EM GEE.

7. Night of the Lepus



What this trailer doesn't tell you is that the unspeakable horror involved is...giant bunny rabbits.

Wait, wait, giant bunny rabbits versus Dr. McCoy. Not. Even. Kidding.

6. And Now the Screaming Starts!



A wannabe Hammer horror from the UK which has some very...Evil Deadness to it

5. The Lair of the White Worm



Oh my God you guys. Boobs.

4. The Wishing Stairs



This was outrageously chilling, really and it's one of my top three foreign films of all time (the others being Sympathy for Lady Vengeance and City of Lost Children)

3. Hell Comes to Frogtown



I really wish you all could have seen/heard the Boyfriend's reaction to the appearance of Roddy Piper. It was pretty epic. He may have squealed like a schoolgirl.

2. Theatre of Blood



Vincent Price kills people with Shakespeare. Yeah, it's kinda like that.

1. The Orphanage



Horror movies, as a general rule, aren't supposed to make you sob with hysterical grief for the characters. This one does. I'm kind of tearing up right now, actually, just remembering.

Happy Halloween, kiddies. -salute- Eat lots of candy, scare lots of children, get drunk and watch loads of scary movies.

"I can't believe we sang The Inquisition in the middle of a 7-11.................wait, yes, I can. It's me."

"And it's me."

"And it's you."

"And it's us."

"We're going to be arrested one day."

"God, yes."

---

In other news, seeing Nosferatu on the big screen with a live orchestra ('live orchestra' being two composers with a fuckload of serious musical pwnage skillz, yo) is an experience. What kind of experience, I am not yet quite certain; I think I need time to digest the movie and then discuss it at length with O Captain, My Captain. The Boyfriend is a great sounding board and everything, but at his core, he's just not the same brand of film geek that we are. I need to talk about silent film symbolism and...you know...stuff!

Well, I was going to post a longwinded serious discussion piece on Ace in the Hole (which has just made it into my top ten black and white films OF ALL TIME list (TM)), but then I got distracted by an evil, evil MEME OF EVIL (also TM).

So, let's play.

1) Post a list of up to 20 books/movies/anime/TV shows/video games/bands [fannish etc.] that you've had an obsessive fannish love or interest in at some time in your life.

2) Have your f-list guess your favourite character/member from each item.

3) When someone guesses correctly, strikethrough the item and put the name of your favorite character next to it.

1a. Batman (comicsverse)
1b. Batman: The Animated Series
1c. Batman (1960's)
1d. Batman (Burtonverse)
2. Star Trek (TOS)
3. Star Trek: The Next Generation
4. X-Men
5. Harry Potter
6. A Series of Unfortunate Events
7. Xena: Warrior Princess
8: Hercules: The Legendary Journeys
9. Stargate: SG-1
10: Stargate: Atlantis
11. Ghostbusters
12. Spider-Man
13. Doctor Who
14. Buffy: The Vampire Slayer
15. The Adventures of Brisco County Jr.
16. The Spice Girls
17. Reservoir Dogs
18. Justice League International
19. Justice League Unlimited
20. The X-Files

Bonus thing nobody will ever in a million years get!: Bunnicula

Have at ye! Thee. What-the-fuck-ever.

(For the record, I find it hilarious that I have tags for all these things already. Hi-la-ri-ous.)

Dear Parental Unit,

Please, for once in my miserable existence, stop being bugfuck crazy. Just once. You know, just for a change of pace?

Also, please stop suspecting that every friend I've ever made online is going to dump my body in a ditch somewhere.

Sincerely,

Techie

---

I do not look forward to the day I finally introduce Bugfuckcrazypants!Parent to Easilyintimidated!Boyfriend.

I present further proof that William Shatner is still awesome.

Heh, see, it's funny because Star Trek V is universally loathed and also, the only Trek flick that Bill directed.

(For the record, I LOVE V and those of you who do not agree with me can go climb a rock.)

Also, according to The Only Trek Blog Worth Reading J.J. Abrams is seriously considering bringing him into the sequel to Star Trek (2009).

Um. YUS.

In other news, a couple nights ago we went to see The Wolf Man on the big screen at the AFI Silver.

...it is what it is. I have thoughts to share, but right now, I need feeding.

ETA: Also: BEST. THING. EVER.



Yes. I will be watching this every time I get depressed from now on.

So does this qualify as a...LOLBat?

I'm sorry. That was cheap. Necessary, but cheap.

So, the Boy and I went off to see a classic B-grade film noir at the AFI tonight: Gun Crazy.

Okay, I gotta say, I wasn't expecting much from it, and the first few minutes were...tough to get through because they felt and sounded like a typical B-movie of the era, but the thing just sucked me in. Furthermore, it was absolutely one of the most God damn romantic things I've ever seen.

The film centers around two bandits running around and pulling heists, madly in love with each other and, surprisingly, doesn't play to a single cliche. Not one. The directing was passable--though again, the first few minutes were hard to get through--and the writing was 1949-corny in places, but damn, it was good.

The whole film is available on YouTube and I encourage you to seek it out. Actually, here, have a snippet of a fully improvised scene.



They didn't even bother to close the street for filming; people saw this heist and thought it was real. -flappy hands-

I have to show this movie to Captain, if she hasn't seen it already because...well, if there's one person who'll understand every wonderful aspect of it, it's her.

After we saw Gun Crazy we went to see one of the Boy's friends in the play, Doubt: A Parable. It was compelling--for the performers alone. The writing was the stuff of contrived 'Look how edgy I'm being!' tripe, but...meh. It's modern theatre. I've come to expect such things. Every one of the actors was stellar and made what would have been a very dry piece on the page utterly fascinating.

And now for something completely different, the answers to that fandom meme from last post.

( Stargate: Atlantis )

and

( Batman )

LOLTrek

Click it. Just trust me.

In other news, I'm going to buckle down and write pretty soon. November is TechNoWriMo--my own personal variation on NaNoWriMo--and my goal this year is 50,000 words. I mean, in my head, I'm going to be shooting for 80,000 and will invariably be disappointed when I don't get there even if I surpass my official goal of 50,000, but...meh. Whatever.

Also, I have to start an overhaul of all my websites and getting a proper Villainy site up again since the old domain died. Add to that a blogging/vlogging project along the lines of Brotherhood 2.0 with the Boy (which I am calling 'Fanboy/Fangirl' in my head) and catching up on my actual comic book review writing for Suite101 and it's going to be a very long month.

But hey, let's do a fun little meme in the meantime!

Pick a fandom and I will tell you who:

1. I would bake cupcakes for:
2. trust with the keys to my car:
3. put thumbtacks on their chair:
4. have a crush on:
5. pack up and leave if they moved next door:
6. vote for President:
7. pick as my partner in a buddy movie:
8. pair up:
9. vote off the island and into the volcano:
10. wheedle into fixing my MP3 player:

-glomps flist-

Also, I miss my Captain. And my Al. And my Ned. And my Dusty. And my Sammeh. And my Nikkeh. And yes, even my Jake.

So, I've spent the past couple of hours skimming through old fics of mine, trying to remember that I was one of the most awesome fangirls ever once upon a time (a time that most of you do not remember, my younglings; it was a glorious era, that bygone age back before I had a bad back. Ah, yes. I remember you, year and a half ago...), and also trying to gear up to start TechNoWriMo: Year Three (November, my fanfiction.net page will be a place to watch, I can tell you).

God, but I was worshiped once. Ah, I remember the adoration of the masses, the roar of the crowd, the showers of awards and nominations, the dozens of reviews on a daily basis...

I also remember Googling and Yahoo! searching my pen name periodically to feed my tiny, completely manageable, nowhere-near-Shatner-sized ego.

(She types while shaking her head knowingly and smiling a self deprecating smile.)

So, did you know, when you search for something using Yahoo! search, it gives you suggestions of related topics to explore? Things that are so inextricably tied to what you're interested in, that the two are forever linked in the eyes of cyberspace?

When you input 'bitemetechie', you get:

"Humor"
"Rodney McKay"
"Plot Bunnies"
"Bruce Campbell"
"Challenges"
"Batman Fanfiction"
"Stargate"
"Evil Genius"

...

Have I told you lately that you guys are the greatest? I'm going to write so much for you over the next few months. So much. Oodles and oodles. As point of fact, go ahead and make some requests, new things, old things updated, whatever. Go nuts. I'll do it all. I mean it. ALL.

You too, lurkers. You naughty, naughty little wallflowers.

:D

Now, my minions! Your next mission, should you choose to accept it: adding "conquers the globe" to that list. Or, at the very least, "Exclusive Wizard Magazine Interview".

Make it so!

I'm really tired of being sick, y'all. I feel marginally icky during the day but between the hours of two and ten in the morning are torture.

In other news, the AMC mini-series remake of one of my favorite cult television shows of all time is about to hit the airwaves mid-November.

( I'll give you a hint... )

And now, I believe I will go watch Princess movies while the Boy is away and can't mock me.

...or worse, start singing along.

Oh, also, we saw The Stepfather remake last night.

...don't. No, no. Trust me on this one. Just...don't.

Jesus. Dano is getting married.

I mean, I already knew that--he's been engaged for like a year--but the fact that the wedding is actually happening throws me for a fucking loop, man.

Dano is getting married; Nenya is engaged; Frost has gone from boi to lipstick lesbian; Bones is a father...

(And a staunch, scary, rifle toting social conservative. Eeeeew. -flappy hands= When did that shit happen?)

My entire circle of friends is falling in love and growing up around me. Cripes. The old middle school bullshit's given way to the old high school drama and now it's actually turning into...GROWN-UP STUFF.

I'm off having adventures and traveling and crap. Jesus.

I'm reeling a little bit.

Just wow.

Maybe this is blowing my mind because I'm still really, really sick. Ungh.

Blah. Have some things that please me:

This one is mostly for cryincrustacian, darkestnova and courtknee



And now...for a variety of fail that reminds me of my boyfriend a lot more than he probably wants to admit:



...it's the crowbar dance that really sells it as a Boy thing to do. -sigh-

BAHA BOY HAS BROUGHT HOME PIZZA. GOODBYE HAPPY NOW HUNGRY OMNOMNOM.

So, a little boy drifted away from a yard in Colorado in a giant helium balloon and is now nowhere to be found.

And since learning this little news item, all that's been playing in my head is...this:



Further evidence that I am a horrible, horrible person.

Back in Rehoboth Beach, Delaware with the Boy and have discovered two things:

1.) I forgot my cell phone charger, so Skeets is dead, dead, dead for the rest of the week. D'oh.

2.) My old cell phone? The one I thought I lost in Indianapolis at the end of August? It's been in the Boy's luggage the whole time. The luggage that he never bothered to unpack until today.

*headkeyboard*

So, I'm back to being incommunicado until the weekend. The Cell Phone Gods must be angry with me.

In other news, the Boys reaction to Spice World was twofold. One, during the "Wannabe" scene, I could feel his soul being crushed under the sheer weight of bubblegum poptasticness, so I had to reach over and comfort him...to which he replied, "This was a good relationship. You'll make a wonderful monologue."

Then, at film's end, with the most magnificent plastic expression I've ever seen: "I loved this movie. It was awesome. Let's stay together."

The important thing is he survived and didn't loathe it...so I don't have to dump him.

Secondly, I am coming down with the worst case of sick I've had in months. I'm so sick, I wish the Captain were here to feed me soup and take care of me. The Boy is great and all, but I can't curl up and watch chick flicks with him and eat homemade soup. I mean, okay, I could, but it's just not the same.

Thirdly, I'm finally, finally, finally reading Hush. I'm not sure how I feel about it yet. Loeb has been wearing on my nerves increasingly in recent years, but I'm trying to give it a fair chance here.

(Also: Batman/The Spirit crossover. WHAT IN THE FUCK WAS THAT SHITTY, SHITTY WRITING WHAT?)

Fourthly...I feel icky and am now going to go flop and read/pass out. Ungh.

ETA: Also, I hate Chris Dee. More on that later.

I a subjecting the Boyfriend to Spice World.

Depending on his reaction, this could very well make or break this relationship.

Ow. Mah hip.

Later tonight, I intend to get worked up and rant about the suck factor of comic book conventions...because seriously, GOTTA RANT.