Fic writing spam

Four Word windows open simultaneously. Even I can tell this is no way to get something written. If I pick one of the four... no, wait, five... stories and concentrate on it, that could work. Hmm. See, I do want to write B/A angst for yseultdb (because she rocks and nasty people have been sending her hate mail) but I'm suffering from the Freezing Up of Het Writing. It's, it's, a canon couple! And a girl/guy thing!

A tribute to Glenn

So. I haven't yet seen the Firefly episode with nekkid Mal. This was going to be a post on how nekkid Mal would freak me because my friend Glenn is Nathan Fillion's evil twin, but then Glenn complained that I only ever mention him when I'm talking about his uncanny resemblance to certain Mutant Enemy actors.

Therefore, I bring you the slighty false history of Glenn:

Few people know that Glenn did in fact invent the internet, before sadly losing out to Bill Gates in the great thumb-wrestling championship of '91 and frittering away his 85% share in Microsoft on his addiction to cheap hookers and photocopier toner. He drifted after that, spending a few years wandering the highways and byways of Europe offering his services as a pencil-sharpener to minor celebrities. Then - for some reason which I can't be bothered to make up but which probably involves a hilarious tale of sheep and shaving foam - he met me and marymac and connorbeast. And now he hangs around at our house. He and connorbeast probably have hot gay sex all the time when I'm not around. Because slash fiction has taught me that this is what men do.

I give you the man. The legend. The Glenn.

Fanfic reading in public

Hmm. I know one of you wrote an Angel/Wes story called "New Things". I bet it was wesleysgirl, wasn't it? You are entirely responsible for making me giggle like an idiot in the middle of a shopping centre as I read fic on my palmpilot.

Especially loved the description of Wes getting very stoned. As someone who has never partaken of such a vice, it was very interesting and informative.

(marymac or connorbeast may well reply to this with an anecdote about me nearly getting run over because the cars' headlights turned into dancing stars, or being entranced by the outside of the supermarket because it was "the bluest blue since the invention of blue" but they're both filthy liars.)

And I've added "Annie Sewell-Jennings" as an interest, and everybody else should too. Because I want to be her. So much I may have to adapt Nineteen Hours as a Wesley/Connor story (changing signficant details. Well, minor details. Well, the names.)