Shut Up, and Let Me See Your Jazz Hands

Again: chronological and mostly unedited, dating from last February to yesterday, if there's a fic I mention that interests, I'll do my best to link you upon request, blah, blah. On to the babble!

( Wow, I Read a Lot of Badfic )

Coming to you hard on the heels of Part Huit mostly because I have limited 'net access and have been reduced to the text files of random observation again. Also why I am behind on comments (sorry!).

( Too Lame for Clever Cut Text )

Random fan stuff. Covers both the two weeks I spent re-immersing myself in Harry Potter and the four or so days right after I finished downloading all five seasons of Angel, where I was maybe briefly insane.

( Stupid Fits of Enthusiasm )

I'll admit it. Yes, sometimes my grammar is questionable, but! But! I realize I'm doing it! If only because my best friend is inordinately fond of mocking everything I do, think, and say. And I would never do that in a piece of fiction.

Anyway. I meant to have this up right after the other two, but then my computer ran mad (as it does) and I lost the ability to right-click. Which I tend to find necessary to cutting-and-pasting. So.

( In Which I Go Argh. A Lot. )

I just went to so much trouble so you guys could see what I'm really listening to. Seriously, I had to google and everything. And then all the info wouldn't fit in the box, so, in case, you were wondering, the first names of Shatner's collaborators are Johnny and Reinhold.

If I'm listening to it, why don't I know what it is, you may ask. That's because it's the song for an SGA fanvid, which is simultaneously wonderful and horrifying and wonderful, and wonderful does indeed need to be said twice, because it really, really is.

And now we come to the point of the entry. I have this habit, lately, where I jot random thoughts into notepad for later elaboration. And now I shall share them all with you, because I can. Also, some of them make me go "Aha! I am as brilliant as my mother thinks!" except, no. That is the megalomania talking.

The random stuff is here, the random fan stuff is next, and the frustrated litsnob stuff is after that.

( Oh, The Random Beauty...Shut Up, You Don't Know )