The Middle Distance

(I seem to posting several of these lately, don't I?)

It would be meaningless to say that your means of presentation makes me less likely to want to read your story, because it's true, Jon Stewart suicide fic wouldn't fill me with enthusiasm if you served it up with truffles and diamonds. It would have about as much dramatic effect as me "boycotting" penis enlargement pills, or giving up recreational trepanning for Lent.

But still, if there's anything that can make Jon Stewart suicide fic LESS appealing, it's huge attention-whoring fonts.

Those of you who've fandom-known me for a long time might know that mctabby was the one who badgered (and lioned and eagled and snaked) me to get an LJ in the first place, and that I've been an admirer of her Summary Executions for as long as she's been doing them, which is several years now.

So I was feeling a little MEAN GIRLZ this evening and went to see if Good Omens fandom could ever have such a wonderful thing.

( WOE )

You like me better when I shut up and write porn, don't you?

ETA: isiscolo has a proposal worthy of the Tempter himself!

I suggested this meme to musegaarid a while back and am only now getting round to enacting it myself.

The Babel-Drabble!

Here's the deal. Take one of your posted fics and use Google's translator or Babelfish to translate it into the language of your choice and then back into English. Pick out the best line(s) of the new story and write a drabble. Post your drabble on your journal and tag five friends to do the same.

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"THAT WHAT YOU MEANS YOU WERE WITH SALADIN!" Under Crowley, a peddler angry it has given of soccer to its ass.

"It wasn't with Saladin that I learned," Aziraphale said. Really, Crowley's devotion to donkey football was rather embarrassing.

"Hmph," said Crowley. "Those Arabs liked their horses way too much if you ask me."

"NOT WITH HE WITH HE! IT OBTAINS YOUR MIND FROM THE GRONDAIA, YOU PERVERTITO OF PERDITIOUS!" The given ass of soccer behind.

"Grondaia?" asked Crowley, puzzled.

"Well, heads wound up in gutters all the time when I played the real game. Honestly, I was rather good," Aziraphale said defensively, thinking fondly of the particularly brutal form of Afghani polo that involved sheep corpses when times were lean, although human heads rolled a lot better.

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I tag dreya_uberwald, celandineb, bethbethbeth, argyleheir, and maggiehoneybite. But I'd love to see these from ANY AND ALL OF YOU.

It may be just a virus. Yesterday was a solid 8 on the death-warmed-over scale, today's more like a 6.7. We'll see. More tea.

Good thing, as I'm busybusybusy.

In other news, a fic of mine made GAFF!!

Finally! I was starting to feel like the most obscure NNF (No-Name Fan) ever.

It is, of course, an intentional crackfic--and a smutty one at that-- and it is three years old (but then I wouldn't have put it up at Skyehawke recently if I were nearly as ashamed of it as I should be), but hey! The biggest ego-stroke was the poster who said it was actually well-written and in-character, and that made it worse.

Heh.

Now, stories of mine have been mentioned in their "The Antidote" section twice that I know of, but that's just not the same. (And what amuses me about that is that the two stories were "The Ring and the Crown" and "Wrong Turn at Yesod." Not only can I not think of two pieces of anything I've ever written more different from each other, I can't conceive of how two pieces could be more different. I guess only if one of them lacked porn...)

More pseudoephedrine, please!

Also, congratulations to the first person to finish her go_exchange assignment. She knows who she is, and she rocks.