Mirabella's Mirabilia

So, um, the Christmas ficlets. They're coming.

It's just that between work, the gym, my consulting gig, yoga, and everything else, I have literally got about half an hour per evening to split between dinner and like six different projects I have going, only two of which are writing-related, if I want to get to bed at an hour that will keep me from being a zombie at work the next day. And over the last few days the writing time has been going to this ridiculously epic Avengers fic that, Jesus, seriously, I have no idea how it is this long but I put like eight more pages on it yesterday. So I might have marginally bitten off more than I could chew taking on another project, but man's reach must exceed his grasp and all that.

Anyway, I haven't forgotten them, and I'll try to get them posted within the next couple of weeks. Sorry about that.

Jesus, how is this fic 50 pages already? It was supposed to be short.

I may say fuck the laundry and go to bed. It turns out that an extra hour in the day does not outweigh getting home at 3:30 in the morning and getting woken up at 7:30 by a cat who absolutely cannot wait any longer for his breakfast.

OH. OH. YOU GUYS. The Elijah Wood remake of Maniac is up on Netflix Instant. I am totally watching that today.

As soon as I'm done with this pile of work I've been putting off all weekend. Sigh.

Watching Sherlock Holmes again. Thoughts:

1. Goddamn, RDJ is hot. I think this is actually proof of my theory about men being spirited away on their thirtieth birthday and being replaced by troll changelings, rather than otherwise; because clearly someone screwed up there, took the un-hot youth, and replaced him with a smoking middle-aged guy. Heads probably rolled in the Changeling Logistics department, but since it's so utterly to our advantage, I don't much care.

2. I totally ship Holmes/Irene Adler. Maybe Holmes/Watson/Irene. You know Irene would be all about that.

3. But maybe not quite as much as I ship Holmes/Watson/Mary. Holmes needs to just settle down and accept his impending alternative lifestyle. Watson is clearly four steps ahead of him on this front, and probably enjoys seeing how something will inevitably unfold sooner than Holmes does.

4. Fuck it, OT4. Mary and Irene would snarl at each other for a few weeks and then get along like a house afire.

In other news, I've been overdoing the Romanian deadlifts and now my lower back is screwed up. Fuck my life. Or, more specifically, fuck my lumbar spine. Hopefully if I lay off the weights and just do yoga for a few days it will get better.

In other other news, ( TMI. )

So now I'm trying to figure out which fics I've written don't have happy endings.

Akallabeth, in Inception. Still Water and In the Level of Your Dreams, LotR, and I feel like there's another one too but christ knows what it is, I'm lucky I remembered those two. The Monsters are Due on Maple Street, in The Faculty. A Crown of Hollow Stars, in Star Wars. The Lubberkin Dancing and Carry Me Home in Harry Potter. Wait, I guess Rosary and Waiting for Light in LotR sort of didn't. Silkworm, in Harry Potter, that I can't even remember where I posted anymore but I think like four people read it anyway.

Is that it? I think that might be it. I am not counting the Arcadia series in Hikago, because Shindou and Touya are soul mates 5eva even if one of them is a horrific serial killer, so it has to all work out all right in the end somehow. I just... don't quite know how. Zombies, maybe.

In short: I don't really write that much angst and gloom. I'd write more of it, but I'm really a happy ending person when you come right down to it. Never mind, I just went and looked at my fic journal and there are unhappy endings as far as the eye can see. Well, okay. Those just aren't what come to mind when I think about my fic.


Jesus CHRIST can I just get to sleep at a reasonable hour for once. I'm so exhausted all day that I can't even think, and then bedtime rolls around and I'm wide awake.

Y'all, it has been brought to my attention that the Wayback Machine is not disgorging my fic like I trusted it to. So I guess this means that I need to... well, think harder about getting my fic shifted over to mirabellafic, or something.

I can't guarantee that this will mean it will get moved over any faster. But I will be thinking about it and feeling guilty. That counts for something, right? Right?

FRIENDS LIST. Ask me Avengers head canon now while I am drunk and the answers will still be amusing.

Or Numb3rs. Or Inception. Whatever.

OMFG, why am I seriously so hungry? Is it because I'm PMSing? Fuck PMS. I hate eating.

You know what the world needs? A completely straight-faced crossover between The Avengers and Hellraiser - or, rather, between The Avengers and The Hellbound Heart, the original Clive Barker novella, which is much better than the rather cheesy movies.

Like, seriously. Loki, in search of a rumored lost tesseract cube, finds Lemarchand's Box instead. He has it half solved when the Avengers take it away from him, at which point Tony appropriates it and sits down in his basement running holographic simulations in midair until he hits on the Lament Configuration. When he tries it out for real, though, of course the portal opens and the Cenobites come through, and Tony barely manages to evade them while they are momentarily stymied by the technicality that it was a robot vise that technically completed the configuration, not Tony.

So now the Cenobites want Tony back, Loki wants the box back, SHIELD wants everything involved buried in that big-ass warehouse with the Ark of the Covenant, and there is grimy urban-horror gore all around. Also Natasha and the Engineer get into a deathmatch.

Pinhead would be like "I AM DEATH. I AM ETERNAL," and Loki would be like "I WILL SEE YOUR DEATH AND RAISE YOU GODHOOD," and Tony would be like "This is genuinely why we can't have nice things."

I should have a tag for Drunken Liveblogs. They are great fun, after all.

( Drunken liveblog: The Avengers! )

Now maybe I will write some more. I left Thor all sad over Loki in one part and Clint and Natasha about to yank Steve bodily into a threesome in another. And Tony beside himself at the discovery that Captain American is not a virgin in a third. I should finish at least one of those tonight, damn.

See, this is my issue. The answer to the question "Mirabella, do you want more vodka and/or scotch?" is pretty much always "Fuck yes, Jeeves, fill that tumbler." However, the answer to the question "Mirabella, do you want more drunk?" is generally "No, thank you, ça suffit." Until such a time as someone comes up with non-alcoholic, well, alcohol, I fear this is a tension that will only end unhappily on one front or the other. In the meantime, I assume I ate something for dinner, but it's hard to tell.

( So: Things I Am Writing Part The Millionth: five times Steve Rogers tried to convince someone of the error of their ways. Or, you know, part of it, since I only have about half of it written. )Et cetera.