And by the way

Sororial unit is now on lj, at joliefolie. Friend her, as you are obviously not bored enough with me talking about her constantly! Write her a Godric/Salazar drabble! Uhh - marvel at her white ferret icon!

( vaguely philosophically, taking Johnny Depp's forearm as a starting point )

The Vagrant Story *thing* I've been complaining of for ages

I am not Keats. My scansion sucks.

...The lack of verb tense uniformity kind of sucks too. But then post-mortem ansaphone messages are always difficult. This is a draft, the first one that makes sense from beginning to end, and bits will change.

I don't know how to get lj to insert tabs.

This is without a doubt the weirdest fic I've ever written. Ever.

( Sydney, on flight )

GTA:Vice City OSTs, by the way? Greatest evar.

For reasons of listening to Top-40 R&B/hip-hop - hardly advisable at the best of times - I now have this FFX fanart image in my head: Yuna and Rikku, sequel-style in the almost-not-there tops and the thong-flashing hotpants, only less with the obvious fantasy-RPG-chara-design trappings and more with the white go-go boots - draped all over this totally riced-out LanEvo painted in Besaid Aurochs colours. Tidus leaning against the driver's side door doing his usual baggy pants thing, looking about as macho as a skinny lil' bleached-blond boy could hope to achieve under the circumstances.

top off the ride listen to the sounds til the sun goes down
there's a party on every corna that's why I gotta be in california

I wish I could get Auron into this picture. But he refuses to put on all the bling-bling.

Taking a break from FantAsia proper, as have just seen three movies in two days in which graphic mutilation was used to vehicle love. ...Or to vehicle hatred, of course, but the key here is that none of the characters really drew a line between the two. (Also, thinking back on it, all three were remarkably homoerotic. It's just that when people start cutting off bits of their own tongues or electrocuting each other in the bathtub - "DENKI!" *bzzzt* "DENKI!" *bzzzt* "DENKI!" *fuse blows* - subtext sort of gets lost in the shuffle.) There will be reviews with gory details; just not tonight. You have a short reprieve. XD

Re-read the poem and realised it needs another dozen lines or so. That is so not on. Stop already. ...Seriously, I stopped writing poetry when I was about eighteen, because I realised I could produce prose that wasn't crappy. This one should have gone to someone else.

The coconut rum I purchased Friday evening is running out. So not on.