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Jan 22 - There comes a time in every persons life when they realizes they can't go another minute without watching a John Hugh's film. Appalled to have learned that my life-long friend J has never seen "Ferris Bueller's Day Off", today is one of those rare and beautiful days. She called out of work, we searched out the DVD [Bueller . . . Bueller . . . Edition], scrapped together the funds and hid-out with cheap take out and too many quilts.
Immediately After Viewing:
Honestly; the thing about Sloane, is that pretty as she is she is delightfully necessary. Not one scheme they ran would have worked without her. She's grounded center in their vortex of stupid. Charismatic, obsessive, impulsive stupid, but stupid nonetheless.
Our party has never had a successful Sloane, we've very much been the dynamic duo. But this evening as it is wouldn't be possible without a beautiful and influential Clio to supply the source for our stupidity.
FIC: Duckie Dale/Cameron Frye by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jlh which is so choice!
Jan 23 - I'm so sad. http://wordsmith.org/anagram/index.html swallowed up my everything today.
Jan 25 -bowdlerized is my hero of the month, because I can finally get that Phil Collin's cover out of my head, having now heard the track to death, not that it isn't good. Not at all as it is resplendent but that's just my obsessive-compulsive opinion. See for yourselves.
Jan 26 - Had a fucking ruin of a day. This having nothing at all to do with weather. I swear.
The one [remarkable] plus; got T-Shirts from Em + Chris and I think I may want to buried in them as there are more perfect than I imagine they could be upon first opening. Seriously, they meld to my flesh <3
Jan 27 - Had a last minute fuck-off to make up for yesterday and kidnapped andsyndara & jlh for Margaritas + Shortbus. There are no better ways to end a week. EVER. Yay John Cameron Mitchell! Yaaaay, porn! There is NO doing wrong in this equation.
Jan 28 - I don't see myself as a writer, although essentially I do write. Can't make a comic without scripts. Can't claim plot bunnies without segmented structure. It's that rule, the undeniable where "there can be no walls without ceilings" and trying to defying that rule just makes your world crumble.
The only way I know how to love comics is equal parts art and writing, not that I personally get much attention for the later. Because to me carrying a sketchbook is as second nature as carrying a wallet. Fact is, my current wallet is a worn Moleskine, so habits like that don't exactly lend to the writing responsibilities.
Even when I take commissions and challenges it's always for fan art not fanfic. It's just the way things flow… but then I have a week like this week, where I watch a TV program and I see a flaw in character consistency. Where I read a book and see a dangling plot hole begging to be poked at. It's like cancer to my creative cogs and my brain just rolls the concept over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over until I can't sleep because I NEED to fix this thing and make it better My Way!
And suddenly I hate myself for not having a piece of paper and a pen [drawing pens don't count. You can't write with those, not really. If you do you only feel guilty afterward.] Just to jot down the specs of this newest brain cancer going to eat my every waking moment. It's at hate-filled crazy desperate moments like these that I need steal some child's Puppy Dog $1 notepad and ride on a subway heading nowhere just so I can't be interrupted/distracted that I realize I am writer. Not because I want to be, probably not because I'm even good at it, but because I need to be and that I'm just fucking cursed. Doomed even. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
God. I wish I could sleep. My whole day-off, not one wink.
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Immediately After Viewing:
V - SO for me, growing up there was only Cameron and Duckie.
J - OOH! Duckie <3 *swoons*
V - They were Mighty Mice among men, the perfect in imperfection. I was convinced no one could ever appreciate them as much as I did.
J - That's beautiful and only a little bit sad. Yeah, I would have died for Duckie, Andie's was a bitch. And Cameron... he's special!
V - I so wanted to be Sloane. I wanted to be the girl hanging out with those boys. I wanted to be beautiful and appealing. Except I wanted to marry Cameron because I knew Ferris was sooo out of my liege.
J - Very over the top. Who lives like that? Always scheming, never getting caught.
V - And the more I realized none of that would EVER happen the more pissed off I got and the less I cared about anything. School, family, whatever.
J - Yeah, I was always the tomboy hanging with the guys but I never trusted or liked them much. They were drooling jerks.
V - I know, that's why I ended up scheming more on my own . . . I was always amazingly lucky enough to land on my feet. Like with the accidental trip to Canada to get the Good Beer ^^; OH My God! You know, I just realized, I fucking am Ferris!
J - oh shit! You're right, like the time we climbed the fence at *evidence deleted* and even after the student was questioned no one knew it was us. Or the gang by the corner and the *evidence deleted* whole lot had to be emptied! That was awesome!
V - Hell yeah it was!
J - I'm certainly more of a Sloane. I was always sort of standing quietly on the edge wondering--
V - Oh bitch! You've never been quiet in your whole damn life. You were born swearing. Who the fuck are you kidding; on any given day you're Cameron to my Ferris. Every fence I ever climbed, where the hell were you?
J - right beside you--
V - And every scam I ever ran, who was on the other end of the line feigning pneumonia to my doctor-like tones.
J - o_0; Oh my god, I'm Cameron!! I'm awesome!
V - I still have this half a mortar brick as proof!
J - Hah! I wanted to keep the brick :(
V - Exactly. That's all I'm saying. Now that we know where we stand, life is perfect. . . *dramatic sigh* If only we had a Duckie.
J - fuck that, we need Pretty In Pink now. I'm going to Blockbuster.
V - Of course you are ^_^ bring back coffee! Black, four sugars. XD
J - Fuck you, Ferris. Evil fucking conspirator.
V - I just plant the seeds Cameron, you're bullshit makes it grow!!
Honestly; the thing about Sloane, is that pretty as she is she is delightfully necessary. Not one scheme they ran would have worked without her. She's grounded center in their vortex of stupid. Charismatic, obsessive, impulsive stupid, but stupid nonetheless.
Our party has never had a successful Sloane, we've very much been the dynamic duo. But this evening as it is wouldn't be possible without a beautiful and influential Clio to supply the source for our stupidity.
FIC: Duckie Dale/Cameron Frye by
jlh which is so choice!Jan 23 - I'm so sad. http://wordsmith.org/anagram/index.html swallowed up my everything today.
My Ten Favs for Val Freire:Jan 24 -
A RIFLE REV
FLEA RIVER
FEAR LIVER
ARRIVE ELF
VEAL FRIER
FAR EVILER
RIAL FEVER
RIVAL FREE
VIAL FREER
VIA ELF ERR
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Jan 25 -
bowdlerized is my hero of the month, because I can finally get that Phil Collin's cover out of my head, having now heard the track to death, not that it isn't good. Not at all as it is resplendent but that's just my obsessive-compulsive opinion. See for yourselves.Postal Service - Against All Odds (Phil Collins cover)
Sex Pistols - My Way [Frank Sinatra Cover] - listening-essential as it is the track that started the addiction [for me]
Gary Jules - Mad World [Tears for Fears Cover] - because this is both beautiful and one of the most listening-essential covers to come out this generation.
Jan 26 - Had a fucking ruin of a day. This having nothing at all to do with weather. I swear.
The one [remarkable] plus; got T-Shirts from Em + Chris and I think I may want to buried in them as there are more perfect than I imagine they could be upon first opening. Seriously, they meld to my flesh <3
Jan 27 - Had a last minute fuck-off to make up for yesterday and kidnapped and
syndara & jlh for Margaritas + Shortbus. There are no better ways to end a week. EVER. Yay John Cameron Mitchell! Yaaaay, porn! There is NO doing wrong in this equation.Jan 28 - I don't see myself as a writer, although essentially I do write. Can't make a comic without scripts. Can't claim plot bunnies without segmented structure. It's that rule, the undeniable where "there can be no walls without ceilings" and trying to defying that rule just makes your world crumble.
The only way I know how to love comics is equal parts art and writing, not that I personally get much attention for the later. Because to me carrying a sketchbook is as second nature as carrying a wallet. Fact is, my current wallet is a worn Moleskine, so habits like that don't exactly lend to the writing responsibilities.
Even when I take commissions and challenges it's always for fan art not fanfic. It's just the way things flow… but then I have a week like this week, where I watch a TV program and I see a flaw in character consistency. Where I read a book and see a dangling plot hole begging to be poked at. It's like cancer to my creative cogs and my brain just rolls the concept over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over until I can't sleep because I NEED to fix this thing and make it better My Way!
And suddenly I hate myself for not having a piece of paper and a pen [drawing pens don't count. You can't write with those, not really. If you do you only feel guilty afterward.] Just to jot down the specs of this newest brain cancer going to eat my every waking moment. It's at hate-filled crazy desperate moments like these that I need steal some child's Puppy Dog $1 notepad and ride on a subway heading nowhere just so I can't be interrupted/distracted that I realize I am writer. Not because I want to be, probably not because I'm even good at it, but because I need to be and that I'm just fucking cursed. Doomed even. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
God. I wish I could sleep. My whole day-off, not one wink.
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