Library Trip and Getting Back to Editing...

[matrixrefugee]

I nipped up to the library here in town today, to take care of a few computer-related things (Didn't get as many of them done as I wanted to, since I wanted to get back early since it was warm today, and I didn't know how soon the bus would come: I ended up missing it anyway, and had to wait for the next one...). Plus, I also took out "The Macintosh Bible", as prepartion for getting the eMac: it's a great book, but it's a classic case of More Than Enough Information. I think I'd better find a recent version of "Macs for Dummies" or something like it: I might nip into Lowell Thursday and see if I can find it at the library there.

And someone please tell me that you **can** run WinDoze-based gaming software on VirtualPC. Because otherwise, I'm back at square one in terms of getting into the MxO, according to "The Macintosh Bible".

And I got back to editing "Motion to Deactivate", preparatory to *trying* to publish it via Lulu.com. I should take a stab at "Sophisticated Ladies", too, get that on there in time for Hallowe'en. My next thought was that once it gets cool again, I should talk to my mom about doing an "author photo shoot". The headshot I got on my Lulu.com page isn't very good. Only trouble is, all we have is analog cameras, and I need a digital one, to be able to actually upload the picture. ::Sighs::

Watched the premiere episode of "Supernatural" on the WB: It's like they're trying to rehash the supernatural detective/demon-hunter shtick from "Constantine" for the small screen, and they're failing horribly (though for some reason, the older of the two spook-chasing brothers reminds me of the blond, British version of John Constantine: He's got the same sort of "rake at the gates of hell" charm, but he's got nowhere near half the panache). The demon-hunter gave the show two thumbs waaaay down, to quote him: "Hunting spooks without being warded? No holy water, no blessed medals, no exorcism salt, no binding chants, not a word of the Ritualis, and I bet you five bucks the shells in those fuckin' shotguns those kids are totin' ain't made of blessed silver. Ten bucks says they don't know a damn word of Latin. Betcha twenty they couldn't tell a soldier demon from a sock." Me in reply: "Why do I see you crossing paths with those two and taking their kills from them, just to tick them off... besides the fact that they're in the same neck of the woods?" He came back with, "They're inept, and nosy kids drive me nuts."

And This Article Here should be required reading for the fanbrats who insist on writing Mpreg fics.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Mpreg. One of the great evils of fan fic, somewhere down with slashing the patently un-slashable. I can put up with it if they have a good explaination, i.e. a 'Junior' type thing or a gender swap, and if it's meant to be a joke. But the majority don't even have the sense to realise the limits of what they're writing. I avoid it like the plague, the few references I've crossed paths with are more then enough.
~Weaver

[matrixrefugee.livejournal.com]

The Merv and I had the evil idea to "collaborate" on a fic in which some of Flood's code gets corrupted (gee, I wonder how?) and he ends up Mpregnated by his superior (hey, it could be done, seeing that Flood is male only by appearances: only his shell is male, while his... essence is neuter). As hysterical as some of the mental images were (imagine our vain fellow trying to conceal the, er, changes in his looks), we both decided it was better if we didn't write it. This was all that came of it, which I posted on the Godawful Fanfiction Forum, as a fragment of a fic that I didn't dare write (someone started a thread on fics you didn't dare write, and I couldn't resist):

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Flood had the neck-hair prickling sensation that someone was staring at his waist from the side. He looked up from the spreadsheet he was examining and discovered Cain and Abel looking at the front of his vest with a mixture of curiosity and mischief.

"Getting a little heavy in the sneakers, eh, Flood?" Cain asked, the corners of his mouth tweaking up in a grin.

"They're not sneakers, you uncouth imbecile: these are Gucci oxfords," Flood retorted, turning his gaze away from them. "And if it's my beltline your referring to, it's only fluid retention."

"Or did the boss decide to have some fun with your code?" Abel asked, jolting a little as Cain stepped on his toes

"My code is as right as rain, I'll have you both to know," Flood replied, coolly, trying to hide the quiver of disgust and concern that ran through his shell.
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[(Anonymous)]

:wonders what Ref makes of the above fragment: Poor Flood. I imagine a certain soulbond is rather relived that you didn't go through with it as am I. There's a few mental images down that road that I'd rather not have.
~Weaver

[matrixrefugee.livejournal.com]

Ref found it at the same time amusing and groan-inducing. As she put it: "The fankiddies need to feel what it's like to be pregnant -- Better yet, they need to feel what it's like to give birth to a twelve pound baby: *that* would cure them of writing either saccharine babyfics or Mpreg. Wonder if there's any way to replicate those physical sensations as a program and upload it to them..."

And Flood's reaction to the Mpreg idea, when I first started juggling with it, was rather odd: It turned out he was so ignorant of human physiology that he didn't realize only females can get pregnant. Right about the time our Floodwatchman found out what "other duties as assigned" implies, we started finding used pregnancy test kits in the wastebasket in his room. So I had to have a talk with him to explain the whole matter to him, which certainly eased his tensed neural net. Needless to say, he wasn't thrilled when I jotted down those paragraphs. I think his reaction was along the lines of "Was it necessary to revive that foolish idea, even for so-called 'entertainment purposes'?"

[(Anonymous)]

:can't belive that anyone could be that clueless:
I think you missed an oppertunity there. You could have had a lot of fun messing with his head.
~Weaver