I'm a fanfiction writer on the internet mostly, although this is my personal journal, and therefore has much more about my life and such than about my fanfiction. If you are looking for my stories, I suggest you check out my writing journal, deraliaearth

I write for Heroes, Torchwood, and Doctor Who.

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( My School )

1) Someone needs to write a fic where I can make jokes about 51sy century phenomes.
2) Eurotrashed feels like it's going to be epic.

Twilight inspired a dildo. Read, the comments, they're worth it. Now, I'm going to go laugh hysterically into a pillow for the next few minutes. Sorry, K.

Ignore the douche in the first few minutes.


In other news, everyone should go watch this and tell their friends/family/whatever to do so too, because Chimamanda Adichie knows what she's talking about.

Today is also Trangender Day of Remembrance, in honor of people who were killed for being true to their gender identities.

"Mild violence and rape" is a really awkwardly phrased warning.

I just spent four hours in a comic books shop talking about Avatar (the TV series, and how much the movie pisses me off) and the run of Superman and Batman and Women in Refridgerators.

Yep. I'm in love. With a comic book shop.

Not safe for work...



So... who exactly is your target group here? Because I don't think it's the person who eats the pop rocks.

I just wrote a four-page bibliography. This research project scares me.

On that note, if anyone wants to talk Medieval Spain, it's pretty much coming out of my ears. So. Help yourself.

De los sos ojos, tan fuertemientre llorando
tornava la cabeca, e estavalos catando...

So, it occurs to me that we, as a fandom, need a name. Not a name for the fandom, we're doing just fine as Torchwood peeps, but we've got to find some way to describe the time period in which Jack was gone and Gwen took charge and got engaged and Owen stopped clubbing and Ianto started going into the field. And all. blue_fjords put me in charge of naming it. This cannot end well. Most of my attempts to name things end up in obscure Babylon 5 references.

So! Hive mind: what are your thoughts?

Crazy sister has swine flu. I'm half anticipating her coming up with crazy shit from the experience, half utterly terrified.

Offers of virtual hugs will be converted into audio and sent along to her. Also, if anyone has any ideas on how to keep a quarantined ten-year-old from going eeven more mad, I'll pass those along too.

Today in Econ I learned that in the mythical Whoville, all the Whos would wake up to discover that the Moneyfinckle had left them some portion of the ten thousand dollars Whoville was entitled too. Every day, all the Whos in Whoville would take the money out from under their pillows and run down to the store to buy goo. Goo was a wonderful thing that could do whatever you wanted it too: it was edible, durable, constructable, and fun. Once the day ended, you could no longer use the goo, but that was okay because you could always count on there being just enough goo for everyone at the store tomorrow.

But one day, the Moneyfinckle made a mistake: instead of giving the citizens of Whoville ten thousand dollars, he gave them twenty thousand dollars! At first the Whos were all excited: they could buy more goo! They could eat more, wear more, build more, play more! But when they went to the store they discovered that there wasn't enough goo for everyone; no matter how much goo they demanded, the supply stayed the same!

The Whos all tossed and turned in their beds that night; their future suddenly unsure. Even if they had money the next day, would they be able to buy goo with it? This pattern continued for rather a while, as the Moneyfinckle continued to give the Whos too much money to use. The townpeople were angry. The shopkeepers were flumoxed. And the goo kept dripping in, the same amount each day.

Until one day, one very clever Who, came up with an answer to the Whos' goo problem.

"Why," he was heard to cry. "If we have twice as much money, we'll just charge twice as much for goo!"

And that's what they did.

And that Cindy Lou, is why what your father said is true: what he could have bought for one dollar, you must buy for two.

...Or basically, forget Keynes and Marx and Friedman; at my school, they teach Seussian economics.

--> What would you do if it turned out that the reality you were living in wasn't the right one? I don't mean in the craperific Stargate Movie way, but in some sort of well-plotted, meaningful way. Something a bit like Five Years Gone, but longer.
--> In the same sort of vein, someone walks up to you and tells you sorry, but you're the next Hitler. After the inevitable proof-seeking, denial, and angst, what would you do with that? I mean, evilness aside, Hitler was an intensely charismatic leader, and that's something that could have been a good thing as opposed to pretty much the worst thing to happen to Europe ever. (Side note: What if this is what happened to Alexander Kerensky?)
--> tiptoe39 I think I ran into your husband's five year old fanfic this afternoon.
--> On a similar note, when they say the Authority fandom is tiny, what they mean is that it's tiny. I think I've read every fic published since 2003. Without really meaning to.

--> The Livonian Crusades were a strange comedy of failure that included, amongst other things, a Danish king randomly setting up camp nowhere near anything to do with anything, then burned down said fort when this was pointed out to him in a fit of pique.
--> Medieval Spain is pretty much the only part of Medieval History that does not make me want to *facepalm* every three seconds.
--> You know all that eugenics crap that was really popular from about Darwin to Hitler? Ernest Renan is the guy who said "bitch please" to that. In 1882.

TRADER JOE'S OFFICIALLY HAS PEPPERMINT BARK!