Appointment in Lowell and other things

[matrixrefugee]

Aside from running into Lowell for an appointment with my therapist, it's been a rather quiet day. Not to say I'm not making some plans, though: I'm tinkering with a few original fic ideas, most notably a novel inspired by the recent fanbrat debacle. Now, to those of you who were unfortunate enough to get dragged into that exchange by those verbal terrorists, please don't get nervous: the operating words here are "inspired by". I'm making up a non-existant fandom (probably a fantasy, along the lines of Tolkien or Neil Gaiman) for this novel, and while I'm telling it in the form of message board postings, emails, weblog comments and weblog entries, it's gonna be heavily fictionalized. I'll be creating incidents that never happened, excising things that did, and completely changing the identities of all persons involved. The character that's based off of me, for instance, is going to be male, as is the new identity of one of the vociferious fan-its.

And oh, the roadwork is progressing: they've finally moved the bloody jersey barriers that were blocking a strip of sidewalk: I actually have a place to walk now, as long as there aren't any earth movers chugging around, digging in the dirt that's left behind. I'll be glad when this is over... No, I won't, since the darn street will be even wider, and it's bloody wide enough as it is. I'll have to run to cross it.

::Just waiting for the day when all these middle-aged town planning board members start losing their vision and their drivers' licenses... and then *THEY* have to try toddling across these lousy wide streets...::

In other news, I watched the second episode of "Supernatural". I have to admit, it was better than the pilot episode: there was a hint of character development, as the younger brother starts to get a leetle bit more hair-trigger, and the older brother tries to get him to tone it down. But it wouldn't kill these guys to keep some holy water and/or some blessed salt on them when they go after the spook of the week. And I have to give the writers credit for doing some homework and using other kinds of spooks besides the usual vampires and werewolves: this week it was a spook from an American Indian legend.

Which reminds me, I have to get some packs of blessed salt: Hallowe'en is coming, and since I (quite inadvertantly) told Constantine about the wierd person in the area who seems to be dabbling in graveyard magick; he's been bugging me to get some blessed salt and sprinkle it along the walls and across the entrances to the burying ground where I've found traces of this strange person's rituals (the bells on the tombstone and the candles on the stump). In his words: "We gotta keep this person's demons from clawin' them up, and block whatever infernal bastards they might have pulled up that don't belong here."

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[he-dreams-awake.livejournal.com]

Oh, by the way. Trin has been asking me over and over to ask YOU, if -- if we go back to Maine to get our financials together, because we wouldn't have to pay the disgusting amount of rent[and John would get an entire attic loft for his rituals, which is a BIG bonus] -- you'd like to either come up and see us[she says for Halloween: this excites her a lot], or sometime before it gets TOO cold, or have us come see you[stayin gin a motel, of course]. We'd love that... and God, it'd be great.


[Have you played the Constantine PS2 game, btw? We beat it in two days, but he walked around Mr. Uber-Ego-Man for a week after that. Even Dem noticed the change in his walk, and his inflections: outside the casino, where he turned my $5 into forty-plus, bought his cigarettes for the week and bought "Chas" a Zippo and himself the silver flask he'd been wanting, C/D stopped and stared. I think that's when he finally felt John there, as it were.
Anyway, the game is FAR more accurate to the... self-image? Something. The incantations and just the delivery. And it also had a couple dialogue gems: One being Balthazar saying "What happened to 'turn the other cheek?' And 'John' replies with something I laughed myself into a hernia about, as I'd said it myself that week: "You've got the wrong J.C."

And then Gabriel, at the end: "Once again, John, you leave me speechless." The reply? "Then why do I still hear you?"

Ahaha.

I'd be happy to mail it to you if you want to borrow it... and that's a LOT of trust. *laughs.* I'd like to catch you on AIM tonight, if I can: more personal stuff to say, and all that good stuff. Thank the Merv for last night, btw: that... cinched my being back. I'll keep ALL my promises, you have no doubt.

But since now I can't tell who's writing this comment, I'll leave it here. *goes back to drooling over relics and listening to John's eclectic 137-song playlist and his Dave Brubeck Quartet CD.*]

[he-dreams-awake.livejournal.com]

Psychics in casinos. Heh.

[matrixrefugee.livejournal.com]

Hey, that'd work! You folks coming out here to Massachusetts so we can meet up, that is: I don't drive, so getting up to Maine would be a hassle for me, at best. There's a couple motels here in town -- I'll give you some addresses in an email, since I feel a little funny posting my location here where certain prying eyes might see it... Let me know when you'll be up here, and I'll work something out with my crazy schedule: I'll even trick out my lining-less Oleg Cassini raincoat to resemble the Merv's frock-coat jacket for the meeting (I'm trying to find a black shirt, ala "Reloaded", but haven't been too lucky at the local thrift stores, though Himself has been growing accustomed to the red canvas "Revs" shirt: he's no longer grumbling about how it feels like burlap to him).

And I have yet to play the "Constantine" PS2 game, since I don't yet have a PS2; Right now I'm fortunate to have a working computer (::Chuckles sourly, Looks at the iMac page on Apple.com with longing:: ). I've heard mixed reviews of it from the critics, but it got me curious.