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slash fanfiction
Feb. 7th, 2004 10:33 amI am totally going to write my own slash fanfiction, for the novel i'm writing.
I just am.
It's so meta.
I was going through my server logs and I am one place away in a particular Google search from this site: Helm and Hauberk--- the URL is a hint (it's in a directory called "eomerslash") but I have to explain to you that it is far more disturbing than I had ever thought. It is... Eomer/Wormtongue slash. Brrrrr.
So disturbing, I had to read it three times.
Guh.
In other news, while perusing my server logs I wound up perambulating around the internet and found a bunch of Karl Urban fansites (I swear, i wasn't looking for them. Actually they were other results in Google result pages that appear in my site logs. Oooo scary) and i started wondering, what if that poor man ever gets an Internet connection and Googles himself? Oh dear lord. How disturbing. But... He used to make his living going to Xena cons, so he can hardly be sheltered at this point. (Funny interview wherein he explained that the main allure of going to cons, besides earning money without having to waitress, was that it was just as cheap for them to buy you a round-the-world ticket as just a round-trip from NZ, so you'd go to the con and then travel around the world a bit and it was generally a lot of fun, after you'd been savaged by hormonal fangirls.) Anyway, my favorite bit of surfing was when I was absentmindedly perusing a photo gallery of Urban and Viggo Mortenson's trip to Japan, and there was a picture of the two of them waving to the camera. Viggo was wearing a stupid hat, and looked like a total fucking tool-- dude, he needed facial hair in order to be presentable as Aragorn, because without it he is damn scary. Urban looked like he hadn't slept or showered in a couple weeks, and was giving the camera a thumbs up. And his fly was partially unbuttoned. Gigglefit.)
All right. i made over 20,000 words in the last 48 hours, and have much to do today, and must do some actual paid work soon or I will be officially an idiot. So... later.
(in the meantime, I forgot-- I'm blogging the novel here: http://www.bridget.kelly.name/professional/)
I just am.
It's so meta.
I was going through my server logs and I am one place away in a particular Google search from this site: Helm and Hauberk--- the URL is a hint (it's in a directory called "eomerslash") but I have to explain to you that it is far more disturbing than I had ever thought. It is... Eomer/Wormtongue slash. Brrrrr.
So disturbing, I had to read it three times.
Guh.
In other news, while perusing my server logs I wound up perambulating around the internet and found a bunch of Karl Urban fansites (I swear, i wasn't looking for them. Actually they were other results in Google result pages that appear in my site logs. Oooo scary) and i started wondering, what if that poor man ever gets an Internet connection and Googles himself? Oh dear lord. How disturbing. But... He used to make his living going to Xena cons, so he can hardly be sheltered at this point. (Funny interview wherein he explained that the main allure of going to cons, besides earning money without having to waitress, was that it was just as cheap for them to buy you a round-the-world ticket as just a round-trip from NZ, so you'd go to the con and then travel around the world a bit and it was generally a lot of fun, after you'd been savaged by hormonal fangirls.) Anyway, my favorite bit of surfing was when I was absentmindedly perusing a photo gallery of Urban and Viggo Mortenson's trip to Japan, and there was a picture of the two of them waving to the camera. Viggo was wearing a stupid hat, and looked like a total fucking tool-- dude, he needed facial hair in order to be presentable as Aragorn, because without it he is damn scary. Urban looked like he hadn't slept or showered in a couple weeks, and was giving the camera a thumbs up. And his fly was partially unbuttoned. Gigglefit.)
All right. i made over 20,000 words in the last 48 hours, and have much to do today, and must do some actual paid work soon or I will be officially an idiot. So... later.
(in the meantime, I forgot-- I'm blogging the novel here: http://www.bridget.kelly.name/professional/)
