Added Chapter 13 of Wayward.
My boyfriend is out of town for a few days, and I feel like I should be getting into mischief but I'm in a new city and don't know people. Right now, my weekend plans are as follows:
- Rent 'The Truth About Cats and Dogs', 'Queen Margot' and other chick-flicks from Blockbuster.
- Eat an entire Boston Cream pie by myself. (The boy has been on the protein diet, but I stepped on the scale yesterday and discovered that my own Reese's Pieces-and-cheesecake regimen had resulted in a loss of four pounds. So I'm thinking that's a go-ahead on the chocolate bakery items.)
- Read something besides People magazine and my bank statements.
- Steam-clean the carpet.
Ah, the life of the swinging single. Mike is working the door tonight at a club downtown, so I can also join him there. I mean, he'll need me. I'm the muscle. Right?
Wayward, Part 13: This Little Light of Mine
06.26.03 - Evening
So it appears I have announced a Call For Fic. Specifically, Spike/Xander Season 4 or Season 7 roommate fic. And the only 'ship here is friendship, folks. 
keswindhover, missmurchison and janedavitt have all contributed. Don't you want to?
Xander: "What? He wants to die, I want to help."
Willow: "It's ooky. We know him. We can't just let him poof himself."
Spike: "Oh, but you can. You know I'd drain you drier than the Sahara if I had half a chance. And besides, I'm beyond pathetic."
Here's my contribution -- I ask, who among us has not succumbed to amateurly-produced voyeuristic HBO programming?
Concessions
06.26.03 - Afternoon
Added Part 12 of <"eve.htm" target="#">Wayward. I keep thinking of this story as my failed creation (tm Doctor-I-Used-To-Play-Cute-Officer-Bobby-On-'Hill Street Blues'-But-Now-I'm-On-This-Mediocre-Season-6-Episode-Of-'Buffy'-Where-She-Doesn't-Even-Enjoy-Being-Crazy). It lurches toward completion nonetheless and I'm told that at some point I'll be able to look back and see its shiny bits, instead of just the rust and corrosion I do now. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
06.25.03
Ficapalooza!
I offer thanks to the Goddess keswindhover, because she wrote me Season 7-Spike-and-Xander-roommate-fic (which has a single but significant difference from mrmonkeybottoms' equally fun and funny Season 7-Spander-roommate-fic. It is an embarrassment of riches at the Piglet house today. And I've even got two more chapters of 'Wayward' finished up. As soon as they are deemed pretty and shiny and fit for human consumption I shall post them.
So, anyway -- thank you, Kes, for that and everything else.
06.23.03
Yesterday we went off-roading along the Continental Divide. It was very cool, in a white-knuckled-this-car-isn't-paid-off-yet sort of way. My boyfriend, who was driving, kept reassuring me:
"The ----- ----- was built for this!" All along I'd thought it was mostly built for midnight trips to the King Soopers to pick up paper towels and a frozen Eli's cheesecake, because our friend Mike didn't tell us it was his birthday until I was already in my pajamas. Which made me all nostalgic because I used to work a block away from Eli's The Place For Steak, on the corner of Chicago and Mies van der Rohe Drive.
I'm also nostalgic due to kjdraft's latest post about her trip to downtown L.A. I used to live there -- the first place I ever lived on my own -- on the twelfth floor of a high-rise overlooking the Grand Avenue dance club and what was in the process of becoming Staples Center. At night I would watch the blowtorches spray sparks against the sky. In tribute to my city swinging days, here's a pic of the view from my old apartment.
All I ate yesterday was cheesecake, chocolate milk, and a half-pound bag of Reese's Pieces. This has got to stop.
06.17.03
Are You There, God? It's Me, Piglet
Dear Lord -
When writing fanfic, how blasphemous is it, exactly, to use a gospel hymn as foreplay? I have consulted reliable sources on the subject (missmurchison, lovebytez, green_luv) and they assure me that the propogation of Spike-smut is divinely sanctioned. I'm not entirely convinced, but if You send me to hell could You at least make sure that it has the FX channel, and vending machines(with Fritos and king-size Twix; none of that healthy crap)?
Sincerely Yours,
Devil Piglet
06.14.03
missmurchison updated Chiaroscuro with Chapter 22: The Last Battle. She doesn't really need me to pimp, but since I'm asked on a regular basis "When is Miss M gonna update?" -- I've been asked this at the Chicago Con, among other venues -- I wanted to pass the news along.
I've read it. It's sooooo good.
I wish I had something else to report...oh! Hot Topic has an Oscar The Grouch tank top. I'm gonna buy it, and then I'm gonna wear it everywhere.
06.13.03
The other day I got a flyer for my high school reunion. I'm planning to go, because through a bizarre accident of fate I actually possess what my former classmates would consider the trappings of success. Or at least the trappings of dumb luck. Also, I can still fit into my old uniform skirt.
(Not that I am going to wear that to the reunion. I hemmed it so judiciously after graduation that it is now really only an appropriate outfit for the West Hollywood Halloween Parade.)
Anyway, so I'm reading through the brochure and it's pretty boilerplate material. Blah blah blah tour of the new facilities blah blah blah friends and family blah blah followed by Mass in the chapel blah blah -- WHA?
Okay. Although it may surprise those of you who know me only as a writer of vampire internet porn, I actually attend church. On a regular basis, even. However -- I had some other activities in mind for the evening, that didn't include taking Communion. The list looked something like this:
Things I Want To Do At My High School Reunion
Things I Do Not Want To Do At My High School Reunion
So, I'm torn. On the one hand there's the opportunity to properly explore ten years' worth of pent-up hostility. On the other hand, if I don't behave at Mass my mother will flay me. Decisions, decisions.
On an utterly unrelated note, I'd like to shower elenabtvs with thanks for the lovely Spike/Joyce flashfic she wrote for me. The pairing probably squicked her to no end but she crafted something beautiful.
06.06.03
I saw 'The Italian Job' tonight. Let me just say -- if I were single I'd be having sex with everyone in that movie. Charlize Theron could be my sensuous paramour who...relaxes me after a long day at the computer. Jeremy Statham could be the mysterious bad boy who keeps turning up in my life -- and my bed! Mos Def could be my hip, coolly impassive partner in crime and debauchery; Seth Green is probably the lover with whom I'd spend the most time, playing video games and eating Cheetos. Am I missing anybody? Oh, yeah -- Donald Sutherland could be my later-in-life man, who brings to the relationship not only wisdom and patience but also a reallyreally hot son. And finally, Mark Wahlberg is the guy I'd take to my high school reunion.
Edward Norton is in this movie, and I would have sex with him too even though he's clearly evil, as signified by his uneven moustache (no beard). Edward is a fine male specimen and his face should always remain uncovered. Later in the film he sports a soul patch, signaling his elevation from Standard Bad Guy to Sinister Uber-Villian. Edward and I are obviously well-matched, as he does the same thing I would with millions of dollars in ill-gotten gains: he walks around his house in a tank top and underwear, watches television, and freaks out when his cable modem breaks.
This movie was lots of fun, with explosions and car chases -- two guys in a Mini Cooper together? Like write-your-own-slash-fic. Also great L.A. scenery. I actually glimpsed two of the buildings I used to live in; one in downtown L.A. (on Grand Avenue) and one in Hollywood (the high-rise behind Mann's if you see the film). At one point Edward makes reservations at the Water Grill, one of my favorite restaurants in L.A. and of course, another sign that he is the evil mastermind of my dreams.
Other things accomplished today: sent kjdraft her package; talked boyfriend out of purchasing another car; finished off half a container of Private Selection Caramel Caribou ice cream.
06.05.03
Why I Love The Internet:
1) I got an email today from someone I've never heard of, thanking me for "a good time". It wasn't spam and it made allusions to bad poetry. Now I'm half-intrigued, half-irritated. I mean, it's flattering that I'm apparently a fun date even while sitting at home, alone, in my nine-dollar jeans and 'Happiness is Chinese Food' t-shirt. On the other hand, I obviously partook of some sort of booty call at which I was not, technically, present -- a fairly sad commentary on my social life. Ultimately, though, the message resulted in me feeling kind of wicked all day. Go (seemingly skanky) team me!
2) The following terms have been used to locate various pages on my crap-ass Geocities website:
In the past there have also been search requests for Evan Marriott (a.k.a. "Joe Millionaire") fanfiction and 'Fastlane' (a.k.a. "the show FOX kept on even while it cancelled 'Firefly'") fanfiction. Strange, how no one ever arrives at my site looking for an in-depth treatment of turn-of-the-century U.S. domestic policy or philosophical discussion about something other than chalupas.
06.04.03
I really need to go to the supermarket. I've been reduced to eating salami and cream cheese, with a chaser of this strangely-textured South African chocolate called 'Aero'.
I added Chapter 11 of Wayward. A few days ago I disabled comments in my LJ (the occasional detoxing is good for my soul). But feedback, as always, is wanted and cherished and stroked lovingly.