I'll stick this up at the top of my journal for reference later. 2009 fics are mostly part of my Sixth Doctor and Tegan Jovanka arc. 2008 fics started with a series of Doctor Who drabbles with: Fifth Doctor, Tenth Doctor, Jenny, Romana, the Valeyard and my alternate!Eleventh Doctor. Voles is, of course, my crack masterpiece with the Fifth Doctor and Peri. Then follows the beginning of the Sixth Doctor and Tegan arc, plus 'In Zingibere Veritas' which was a challenge fic about Ainsley!Master. 2007 fics are all challenges from Pirates of the Caribbean, Jane Eyre, or The Scarlet Pimpernel. I'm quite fond of the popcorn one. ^_^
This is The End. I will not be making any more posts here, as of the new TOS on LJ. I don't post any LGBT content, but I refuse to use a discriminatory service which is what it has come to. I've been writing regularly on Dreamwidth.
Title: Trojan Lamb Character: Rory Williams, 11th Doctor Rating: G. Word count: 100 Notes: For the dw100 prompt 371: armor Summary: The Doctor has a plan. Rory isn’t sure he likes this.
‘You don’t spit polish that,’ complained Rory as the Doctor’s hanky fluttered past his face, over the dented breastplate. ‘I’m playing along, all right? Don’t make it worse.’ The Doctor rubbed intently at an old scuff mark on the metal, then flourished the hanky and returned it meditatively to his pocket.
‘That’ll do, Rory,’ he murmured appreciatively.
‘Okay, so the bronze will deflect those beams, but I don’t understand why the cape—‘
The Doctor quirked a small, rueful smile and placed his hands on Rory’s shoulders. ‘You’re my Trojan lamb: tough, metal outside, squishy fleecy softness on the inside!’
Also, the 11th Doctor is in the semifinals of the Fandom Cage Match. He beat Buffy last night. It looks like it's going to be Sherlock and 11 in the finals! Omegah!
Philosophers answer the age old quandary: why did the chicken cross the road? Here are the first four:
Plato: For the greater good.
Karl Marx: It was a historical inevitability.
Machiavelli: So that its subjects will view it with admiration, as a chicken which has the daring and courage to boldly cross the road, but also with fear, for whom among them has the strength to contend with such a paragon of avian virtue? In such a manner is the princely chicken's dominion maintained.
Hippocrates: Because of an excess of light pink gooey stuff in its pancreas.
"All writing of the narrative kind, and perhaps all writing, is motivated, deep down, by a fear of and a fascination with mortality by a desire to make the risky trip to the Underworld, and to bring something or someone back from the dead."
-Margaret Atwood
One of the writers who came in to talk to us during the editing practicum shared this quote with us and it has haunted me ever since. I love it in a way that's difficult to describe. I've only been able to track it down now. It's from her book 'Negotiating with the Dead' which is about what it means to be a writer.
Do you have any favourite quotes from writers on writing?
I finally sent in my picture of senor 105 and am part of Whodom. I don't know how many tries I took at making it and I have this sneaking fear that they won't like it somehow, that the resolution isn't high enough or something. Honestly, procrastination is really hard work. It's so much easier to not be a perfectionist, and just get the work done instead of fiddling around with it for months and feeling bad about taking so long :(
Finished Sophie's World. Now understand Big Bang/Big Crunch in ways I didn't before.
I love to read Steven Moffat's twitter account: "The Weeping Angels stood ready to conquer all dominions of space and time throughout the multiverse. But a moth saw them."
Yeah, it turns out that a quantum lock whenever you're observed by a living being isn't the best defense strategy after all.:P Lastly, because after all of this creativeness I'm too tired to say anything important, here's a philosophy joke:
Rene Descartes walks into a resturant and sits down for dinner. The waiter comes over and asks if he'd like an appetizer. "No thank you" says Descartes, "I'd just like to order dinner." "Would you like to hear our daily specials?" asks the waiter. "No" says Descartes, getting impatient. "Would you like a drink before dinner?" the waiter asks. Descartes is insulted, since he's a tee-totaler. "I think not!" he says indignantly, and POOF! he disappeared.
accomplished
calm
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