a fool's musings

Fool, said my muse to me, look in thy heart and write...

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2002-02-25 - 10:31 p.m. spoiler-free Angel musings Scruffy!Wesley. Angsting!Wesley. Wesley asleep at the books. Oh, my. I think I'm in love. Fred can have Gunn [he is very pretty]. I want me some Wesley Wyndham-Price. Whoa boy was he hot tonight. The episode - the episode was mostly set up. I still have issues with the way Fred and Gunn, or that Justine chick by herself, can take out vamps, but Xander can't even manage to hold one off anymore. I mean, he was freaking leading the Slayerettes back during "Anne" and then he suddenly became incapable, round about "Buffy v. Dracula"? That pisses me off. The hamburger thing was trying to hard to be funny, and it wasn't. Poor Wes, though. I wonder what Angel's last line meant. They can't be playing the Angelus card again, can they? And I really didn't like totally-absent!Cordelia. I mean, jeez, if you have so many characters you can't include them all in an episode where they should have all been, maybe you have too many characters, hmm? Anyhow, there's my almost spoiler-free report on tonight's Angel. It was a decent set up. I just hope the pay off is worth it. ~victoria [current mood: ] [current music: ] [random quote: ] ~*~ 2002-02-25 - 2:25 p.m. Fun with Google Some searches that apparently turn up this diary in Google: *Buffy boobies pictures - heh. *Smiths fanfiction - !?!?! I love Johnny Marr and Morrissey, and Morrissey is gay when he's not being celibate, as far as I know, but really! They hate each other, allegedly. Who would write Smiths slash? I'm the first to admit though, if they ever did get back together, I'd *so* be there. 'Cause Johnny Marr is *so* my boyfriend. *g* *U2 fanfiction - again, not seeing the appeal here. Keep your "I shagged Bono" fantasies to yourself, please, because otherwise, they impinge on my "I'm shagging Bono" fantasies. And I don't even want to discuss slashing Bono. Please. Some scenarios are best left unexplored. *Orlando Bloom fanfiction - See Bono notes (above). And I really, really don't like RPS, so if you're coming here looking for it, *don't*. *Rogue naked - well, yeah, okay, you're going to get a bit of Rogue nekkidity, and some Wolverine nekkidity as well. And I prefer it when they get naked with each other, not anyone else. Unless Scott's hanging around. He can join in. *g* *Henry James and William Faulkner. - Woohoo! A literary search! *Jack Skellington Fanfiction - That was a lovely movie that doesn't need ficcing, in my opinion. *Corset forced stepmother - WTF? *Diaryland vibration wet - someone's looking for the porno diaries. There's one really badly written one I've seen, and one that's got some exquisite writing in it. Oh, like you don't read the porno diaries. Please. I just think the stuff that turns up my diary is funny. I also know that "antidisestablishmentarianism" and "rhinoplasty" together pull up this site, and this site only, for you googlewhackers out there. I found 3 googlewhacks, myself, and was very proud of them. In other news, feeling slightly less bewildered by being abandoned by the muse. Am looking over Time's Fool and I now realize what the huge glaring problem is, so I hope to be able to fix it. I wanted to do two things to get Rogue and Logan together, but the two items are sort of mutually exclusive, so I'm going to have to decide on one and pitch the other [maybe into another fic?]. So things are looking up. I realize I suck at transitioning. I own my writing flaws, and that's my biggest one, along with rushing to the end instead of letting things flow the way they should for optimum impact. I mean, Flirtation 101, In Plain Sight, Second Chances, Crossing Canada, Complications... they all jump to the ending a little too quickly, because I start to get fed up with the machinations I've produced to keep Rogue and Logan apart, and I decide to leap over much of the straightening out to get right to the part I like - the big emotional confrontation with Logan finally clueing in and Rogue possibly crying and smoochies and rain. Sigh. I've seen Breakfast at Tiffany's *way* too many times. I admit it. I also admit that I'm going to pull a happy ending out of my hat about 95% of the time. Though I have a feeling if you actually mathematically figured out how often I produce a happy ending, it'd be a slightly lesser percentage. But no one but me is geeky enough to do the math, so you'll just have to take me at my word. *g* I'm a little giddy, I admit. Too much caffeine, some cookies'n'cream frozen yogurt, and a Krispy Kreme jelly donut waiting for later. What's not to be sugary sweet about? Hmm? Well, possibly this: Would you survive a horror movie? Find out @ She's Crafty You made it through the flick, but, um, it's not a pretty picture. You're the bloody heap in the corner who everyone thought was dead until you stumble into the hero's arms after the bad guy bites it (think Jamie Kennedy in Scream). You are a smart and fiesty person, but you're also a little reckless and you tend to put yourself in awkward positions -without a good weapon. But even though you get sliced up a bit, you get to survive and that's all that matters. Who needs all those toes, ears, and arms you'll be missing by the end of the flick anyway? ~victoria [current mood: caffeinated] [current music: Feelin' Alright - Joe Cocker - love this song to bits!] [current mood: ] [current music: ] [random quote: ] ~*~ 2002-02-25 - 11:14 a.m. yet another quiz What is your meaning of life? [current mood: ] [current music: ] [random quote: ] ~*~ 2002-02-25 - 9:52 a.m. Thufferin' Thuccotash! I wanted to do this Saturday night, but didn't, and then yesterday I was all caught up in hockey madness, so anyhow... I'm greatly saddened by the loss of Chuck Jones, the great animator who helped create Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck, Wile E. Coyote, Elmer Fudd, that infernal Road Runner, Marvin Martian and Pepe LePew. (Read his obituary.) Along with Tex Avery and Fritz Freleng, Jones created the blueprint for my childhood television watching, by providing cartoons that were not only visually stimulating and fun for kids, but that held up as I grew older and could see the jokes thrown in for the more sophisticated viewer. His wit and talent are greatly missed in the world today, in my opinion, and looking at the crap that passes as Saturday morning cartoons these days -- and the fact that they've bowdlerized the Looney Toons, trying to cut out violence and smoking and such - makes me sad for kids today, who don't have the Bugs and Daffy hour to look forward to after Spiderman and His Amazing Friends. *g* Today's Saturday morning cartoons are mostly soulless half-hour long commercials developed from products companies are trying to sell kids, rather than shows that delight and fascinate. Admittedly, there was a ton of crap on when we were kids, too, but it didn't always have that same soulless feeling. I didn't feel like a mark, which is how I feel today. Nicktoons and Cartoon Network pick up some of the slack, and god knows, many of the cartoons of my childhood are still popular [who knew Scooby-Doo would stiill be going strong? Even Scrappy couldn't kill that franchise], but I feel like my nieces and nephews missed out on something joyous and innocent, something that wasn't all about selling the latest Pokemon character or whatever. I have to get to work now. Sigh. R.I.P. Chuck. ~victoria [current mood: subdued] [current music: It Don't Come Easy - Ringo Starr] [current mood: ] [current music: ] [random quote: ] ~*~ 2002-02-24 - 5:44 p.m. the light at the end of the tunnel? Thanks to Khaki, a small chink has appeared in the large, looming wall of my writer's block. Thank god for her Opening Sentence Challenges, or I don't know when I'd write something again. It's a little angsty, it's unbeta'd and it's coming soon to a list near you. *g* ~*~ The Question He should have seen it coming. He should have been able to add the clues up, but he was blind. Willfully so, if he was honest with himself. Looking back, he could even pinpoint when things changed -- he still had the letter from her, the one that first mentioned Remy's arrival and his initial interest in her. But he was away, and the search for his past was almost all-consuming. The next clue -- about a year after Remy's first appearance -- she stopped whispering, "I love you" into the phone after saying goodbye. She had to know he could hear it, even if he never gave any indication, always hanging up before saying it back. She was too young, and he was staying away, giving her a chance to grow up, experience life, before he came back and claimed her. Remy's name grew more and more prominent in her letters, but he chose to ignore the implications. He thought it was good that she had someone interested in her, someone who didn't mind her skin. He didn't want her to feel isolated from the others at the school while he was away, though some part of him had hoped she'd missed and needed him as much as he had her. Time moved on, as it always does, as he chased one dead end after another in search of his past. Her letters grew less and less frequent, and now, she was just as often out when he called as she was waiting for his call. The night she hung up first, without waiting for him, was the night he knew he had to get back before he lost her completely. He'd still believed, at that point, that he had a chance, that she was his and he hadn't waited too long. He came back to find her more beautiful than he'd ever imagined, and wearing Remy's ring on her left hand. He should have seen it coming, but he hadn't. And how he stared at her in shock, unable to process the question she'd asked. "Logan? Did you hear me? I asked if you'd give me away at the wedding." He nodded absently, his mind reeling as his heart dropped to his toes. Rogue flung herself into his arms and squeezed him. "Thanks so much, Logan! I told Remy you'd never let me down." She ran off to tell her fiancé the good news, leaving Logan standing shell-shocked in the kitchen. End Comments, as always, are welcome at musesfool@diaryland.com or in the guestbook ~victoria [current mood: ] [current music: ] [random quote: ] ~*~ 2002-02-24 - 5:04 p.m. sigh... silver... Sigh. It's over. And I was right. I mean, technically, I had the score wrong, but really, it might as well have been 3-2 - that third goal was the game winner. Joe Sakic is the MVP, as well he should be. I wish he were a Ranger. The Avalanche could have had Lindros. I wouldn't have complained. ~victoria a little down [current mood: ] [current music: ] [random quote: ] ~*~ 2002-02-24 - 2:55 p.m. Gold on the horizon?? I am so incredibly excited about today's USA-Canada game - it's true - it's a passing of the torch for the Americans, and a possibility to grow the game again, much like it was 22 years ago. I was a hockey fan in passing until 1979, when the Rangers made the finals against the Montreal Canadiens... and lost. I remember watching the games with my dad on channel 9 [which is now UPN and there *is* no hockey on broadcast except for Saturday afternoons now], and being sad the Rangers lost. But the Miracle on Ice grabbed me and made me a hockey fan, because after that, I began listening to games on the radio -- we didn't have cable until 1991 -- so I spent many a night working on a terrible piece of needlepoint (which never did get finished <*snerk*>) while listening to Marv Albert and Sal "Red Light" Messina call Rangers games. I remember the Smurf line. I remember the angst of the Islanders' four cups in a row, and the bragging of the five Islanders fans about how they were great and the Rangers sucked. It doesn't matter that, for a while, it was factually true. I still loathe the Islanders greatly (and their nine fans) because of that childhood trauma. So I think that this game will draw in many youngsters to hockey - both as fans and, I hope, as players. And hockey is a beautiful game - it's a game of skill and stregnth and *brains* that too often gets dismissed as boxing on ice. And yeah, I'll admit to liking the fights, but because I *understand* the necessity of defending your goalie, or your star player if someone takes a shot at him. I don't think the game is just about fighting, and I don't like goonery at all. Anyhow, I can see the passing of the torch to this Team USA from the '80 guys [Mike Eruzione sent a fax to Chris Chelios apparently, that said, "This is your time. Take it."] in the proselytizing of hockey to America. This is the thing - you win gold, and you win bronze. The silver is a consolation prize, and neither of these teams wants that. I just hope it doesn't go to a shootout. It's a team sport and should be decided by team play. I think they only play one period of overtime, and if it's still tied at the end of OT, then they go to the shootout. To me, that's a travesty. Why not just line them up and let them take their shots now instead of playing the game, if that's how the medal is going to be decided? Bah. Anyhow, I'm extremely excited about this game, and a little queasy. My gut tells me it's going to end Canada 3, US 2, but I hope I'm wrong. ~victoria [current mood: excited] [current music: hockey pregame show] [current mood: ] [current music: ] [random quote: ] ~*~ previous - next DiaryLand Disclaimer: Reading this diary is not required by law. If you do not like or agree with the contents herein, or find them to be offensive on more than one occasion, please go elsewhere and don't come back. Management is not responsible for any adverse reactions to content within. The painting is "Boreas" by John William Waterhouse. Again, not a muse, but I like her. She suits the color scheme. 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