I'm supposed to be thesis-writing...
Which is why I'm posting.
I heard that TW-fandom has had a little poetical excitement re: John Barrowman while I was away in the Desert of the Real.
So... er... I decided to present y'all with a small sample of my *ahem* lyrical stylings.
[
rm dared me to post it at
dalekinthepond. I'm reposting here for those of y'all who don't read that ;-) ]
Title: He Walks In Beauty Like The Night
Rating: 13+
Genre: POETRY
Pairing/Characters: John Barrowman, Captain Jack Harkness, OFC
Warning/Spoilers/Notes: So I was having a little conversation with
rm about fans, celebrity, and verse. This was the result. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
Disclaimer: It's all true, baby. Except not.
Summary: ~I want a dream lover so I don't have to dre-e-am alone...~
The rest of fandom is clearly wack
For not seeing there's more to Jack
Maybe it's that I just don't belong
But it's bigger than his enormous schlong.
His crisp salute,
the way he, in the TARDIS, would toot
(You know that he's Scotch...
See... it's not just his crotch!)
What's that, you say?
Not truly Jack but an actor who’s gay?!
Lies! We have an astral spirit bond
He sends me secret messages from beyond
It was for me he put the Dalek in the Pond.
Meanwhile: cancer continues on apace, but hopefully paces slower than the chemo. The lung tumor, is, we're told, shrinking -- but it seems unclear as to what that means in real life (or death?) terms. Insurance battle goes on, but is at this precise moment out of my hands -- and with the neurosurgeons who are appealing the decision -- they seem to think they'll have better success getting the 50 grand out of Empire Blue Cross Blue Shield than they will out of us, which makes a certain amount of sense.
I've been pretty depressed lately.
But I seem to have had some social engagements here and there: Dave took me to see Chicago, he, D., Tam and I had a post show Bacchanalian Revel (I'm still a smidge hungover...). The sunrise was pretty. I haven't seen one from that end for a while. Tam's taking me to the ballet tomorrow night - it appears to be about pirates! (Le Corsaire from the Byron poem @ ABT which is extremely awesome.)
However, one assumes that I will get back to the internets SOMEDAY. To that end, I've got a dreamwidth account courtesy of
bentley who rocks like a rocking thing. I'm fictional.dreamwidth.org over there -- it's almost completely empty at this point, but at some point I'll make it all spiffy, so please do let me know if you're on there! At some point soon (for a given value of soon) I will begin cross posting etc.
Also, I got twitter -- that is, I registered a number of names.
[Poll #1405703]
I miss y'all like whoa.
Which is why I'm posting.
I heard that TW-fandom has had a little poetical excitement re: John Barrowman while I was away in the Desert of the Real.
So... er... I decided to present y'all with a small sample of my *ahem* lyrical stylings.
[
Title: He Walks In Beauty Like The Night
Rating: 13+
Genre: POETRY
Pairing/Characters: John Barrowman, Captain Jack Harkness, OFC
Warning/Spoilers/Notes: So I was having a little conversation with
Disclaimer: It's all true, baby. Except not.
Summary: ~I want a dream lover so I don't have to dre-e-am alone...~
The rest of fandom is clearly wack
For not seeing there's more to Jack
Maybe it's that I just don't belong
But it's bigger than his enormous schlong.
His crisp salute,
the way he, in the TARDIS, would toot
(You know that he's Scotch...
See... it's not just his crotch!)
What's that, you say?
Not truly Jack but an actor who’s gay?!
Lies! We have an astral spirit bond
He sends me secret messages from beyond
It was for me he put the Dalek in the Pond.
Meanwhile: cancer continues on apace, but hopefully paces slower than the chemo. The lung tumor, is, we're told, shrinking -- but it seems unclear as to what that means in real life (or death?) terms. Insurance battle goes on, but is at this precise moment out of my hands -- and with the neurosurgeons who are appealing the decision -- they seem to think they'll have better success getting the 50 grand out of Empire Blue Cross Blue Shield than they will out of us, which makes a certain amount of sense.
I've been pretty depressed lately.
But I seem to have had some social engagements here and there: Dave took me to see Chicago, he, D., Tam and I had a post show Bacchanalian Revel (I'm still a smidge hungover...). The sunrise was pretty. I haven't seen one from that end for a while. Tam's taking me to the ballet tomorrow night - it appears to be about pirates! (Le Corsaire from the Byron poem @ ABT which is extremely awesome.)
However, one assumes that I will get back to the internets SOMEDAY. To that end, I've got a dreamwidth account courtesy of
Also, I got twitter -- that is, I registered a number of names.
[Poll #1405703]
I miss y'all like whoa.
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Date: 2009-05-26 02:33 am (UTC)BTW, I'm contrarywise over at Dreamwidth, and I've added you. I'm avoiding Twitter--LJ, Facebook and Dreamwidth keep me quite busy as it is, and I'm barely on Facebook at that.
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Date: 2009-05-26 02:36 am (UTC)Avoiding twitter is probably good. I just want to see how concise I can be! Brevity is the soul of wit, etc. etc.
Even if you don't twitter, you can still help me pick a name!!
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Date: 2009-05-26 02:36 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-26 09:46 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-26 02:40 am (UTC)It's good to "see" you. Hope your dad feels as good as can be expected, and that insurance stuff settles in your favor.
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Date: 2009-05-26 03:09 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-26 02:52 am (UTC)I just heard the astral plane story and was wtf'ing at that one. ;)
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Date: 2009-05-26 03:11 am (UTC)*hugs back* I guess the depression's a bit to be expected. I am not, however, enjoying it. Sigh. But thanks for good thoughts.
Isn't the astral plane thing AMAZING? The scary part is how many like-minded folk I'v encountered.
(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-26 03:46 am (UTC)The astral plane thing would be HILARIOUS... if it was a joke. :D
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Date: 2009-05-26 02:55 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-26 03:11 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-26 01:43 pm (UTC)I was wondering who fictional was! Now I know. Bwa ha.
My DW is equally empty (as you no doubt noticed) but hey. Soonish. And when you begin tweeting, I'll follow like whoa.
(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-27 10:43 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-05-28 02:53 am (UTC)We'll be glad when we see Kali
Up on the hill, not down in the valley
Of despond, where she lately dwells
So: depression, go to hell!
(It'd be better if I could fit the Astral Plain into it, somehow)