it's not a bug. it's a feature, computer geek

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As many of you may have noticed, I never post here anymore. I do read my flist and comment, on occasion.

The threatened new design changes to the flist page are likely to make it impossible for me to read my flist on my usual devices. If anyone has a dreamwidth account I havn't already subscribed to, please let me know. As far as flist here goes, I'll keep a filter of 'people with no dw presence who still post on lj regularly' and check it every couple weeks.

This is also a notification of a grand flist cleaning (my first)! If you still want accees to my old locked entries, let me know.

Fic will remain here. New fic may well be posted here, if I find another fandom that inspires me. DW username available on request, but I don't anticipate making many (or indeed, any) posts there.
white space, my heart is an open book, distant

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This will make sense to no one at all, I expect, but: I have finally settled, in my own head, what happens to Gilfaethwy. That used to bother me no end. I don't expect I'll ever use it to write with. Nonetheless.
book geek, paper is always with us

Things that make me go !

Puck of Pook's Hill, Rudyard Kipling - Puck: "The fact is they began as Gods. The Phoenicians brought some over when they came to buy tin; and the Gauls, and the Jutes, and the Danes, and the Frisians, and the Angles brought more when they landed. They were always landing in those days, or being driven back to their ships, and they always brought their Gods with them. England is a bad country for Gods."

American Gods, Neil Gaiman - Wednesday, Whiskey Jack: "When the people came to America they brought us with them. They brought me, and Loki and Thor, Anansi and the Lion-God, Leprechauns and Kobolds and Banshees, Kubera and Frau Holle and Ashtaroth, and they brought you. We rode here in their minds, and we took root. We traveled with the settlers to the new lands across the ocean. The land is vast. Soon enough, our people abandoned us, remembered us only as creatures of the old land, as things that had not come with them to the new." . . . "This is not a good country for gods. My people figured that out early on."

This has to be useful in a story somehow.

No idea how. But I'll have to find something. I wonder if Gaiman ever read Puck of Pook's Hill?
peace, water element

Music-themed ficlet time!

Because I have often found the best way to get inspiration for something is to get an obligation to write something entirely different, and I have a challenge fic due on the 25th of April and no clue how to start.

I have 2265 music files on my computer right now. I just randomized the complete list in XMMS. Give me a number from 1 to 2265, and the name of a character or characters, and I will write a ficlet somehow related to the character and to the song inthat spot on my playlist.

(Original characters totally eligible - Lanthorn has been loud lately, and, ooh, I don't think I've even rambled to anyone at great length about Lian Liancourt and Ai Kanno, have I?)
Guess., gender-ambiguous, elegance

Hetalia/Vorkosigan crossover

So I have this thing where I like to borrow mytheological/worldbuilding concepts more than actual characterization or plot from a fandom, and apply them to completely different fandoms as a sort of distortion filter to see how they illuminate alternate circumstances.

This was how I wound up assigning daemons to the GetBackers characters. It is also how I came up with this, earlier this evening, and it would not leave my head or let me sleep until I wrote it down. So. Yeah.

Set in the Vorkosigan saga universe, but will make more sense to Hetalia fans, because that's where the concept comes from and it's a pretty damn weird concept. But cool.

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keeping track, this is my annoyed face

[Watchmen] Five things that never happened to Janey Slater

Because Janey needs more fic. I've been working on this one for a while. Actually had about twelve different scenarios I was toying with, but these are the ones that worked out. Also includes sginficatn amounts of Dr. Manhattan, Jon Osterman, Laurie Juspeczyk, and (weirdly enough) Adrian Veidt. And Wally Weaver.

It's pretty clear that physics in the Watchmen universe doesn't exactly work as it does in this world, but I refuse to try to figure out how it actually does, so all the physics is fudged. Sorry.

... actually, there is no reason #4 couldn't have happened in the comic. I may or may not use it for backstory elsewhere.


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white space, my heart is an open book, distant

[Watchmen] massive set of ficbits

Idea nicked from eugenetapdance. The theory: put your music on shuffle. Write a ficlet for each song, taking only the time the song runs to do so. When you have ten, post.

The practice: I can't type that fast on my PDA, and between that and the fact I was doing some of these on breaks at work and kept getting interrupted, and the fact that some ideas just would not shut up . . . well, they're short. About half, the ones I did on my laptop, were done while the song played. I should do a formal variant where instead of time, you have the wordcount of the song.

Also, there are twenty. I'd done twelve before I remembered to check. And I skipped some songs which were just impossible. I got 'We Will Become Silhouettes' and all I could think of was to go the Cage route, make six blank lines, and declare it a ficbit. I swear it'd work for 'Watchmen' and that song, but I couldn't bring myself to. And you just

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Most of these could be movie- or comic-verse; the two are congruous. Some are movie-verse, more or less. Honestly, my inclination is to declare my 'personal canon' to be a hybrid, with the comic's richness of bckground detail and backstory, but the movie's masterplan and denouement, which made vastly more logistical sense to me.

Am undecided whether I should go with Rorschach warning Adrian, as in the comic, or Dan, as in the movie. On the one hand I like the implication that Rorschach and Veidt have parted ways so far Rorschach doesn't care enough to warn him, and there's no way the grappling gun could reach that office or break the window. On the other hand, the "smartest man in the mourge" line is a personal favorite.

Detail, details. Aaaargh. Also I do subscribe to the theory that Hooded Justice and Captain Metropolis aren't as dead as everyone thinks, and have plotbunnies brewing as to how they managed it.

Anyway, onto the ficbits:

smile like you mean it [the killers]
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photograph [verve pipe]
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get on your boots [u2]
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space oddity [dave bowie]
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bleeders [wallflowers]
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darkness, darkness [solas]
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high and dry [radiohead]
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we didn't start the fire [billy joel]
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if you believe [our lady peace]
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ants marching [dave matthews band]
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the rose [bette midler]
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viva la vida [coldplay]
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sour girl [stone temple pilots]
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thunder road [bruce springsteen]
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all tomorrow's parties [velvet underground]
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windowsill [arcade fire]
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these things [she wants revenge]
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leeds [indigo girls]
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bizzare love triangle [new order]
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streets of philadelphia [bruce springsteen]
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trickster, charming rouge

Thank you, brain . . .

I have finally worked out a point in Lanthorn and Terrapin's story, the noun-names universe, that's been bothering me for a while. And will pobably make no sense to anyone but me.

Premise: Thimble is cursed to speak only the truth. This isn't the sam thing as an inability to lie. That could be done on a purely psyhological level. Her curse was intended to check anything she said against the actual state of the universe. This has to have ben done with Systemic magic; blood-magic doesn't have the finesse. At least with respect to local conditions, it could have been done by any sufficiently creative and determined Systemic mage. (Systemic magic doesn't extend past the thermosphere, but as of the time she was cursed, the tech to leave it didn't exist, and any messages entering could be modified.) What actually happened, due to the equivlent of a syntax error, was that the world gets changed so that it matches whatever she says.

Obvious question who cursed her? Many mages could have done what was intended, but what happened needed the Systemic equivalent of root access.

A Matagot could have done it, but probably not by mistake. The Matagot work by necessity without a lot of the system's built-in safeguards. They know it very well and have incredible control. A Matagot can burn out or set off a chain reaction, but only on purpose.

Who else has root access? Even gods don't; gods work on a third type of magic. The founders of the system did, but most of them died starting it up. Only the four Deaths hung around.


One of the Deaths would be able to pull off a curse that affects the whole world, and do it without safeguards. They don't make new spells often, so they might well mess it up. And they wouldn't be likely to notice the subtle effects at first, thanks to the static of the System as a whole.

Which leaves the question, what did her parents do to annoy Death so badly? It's not like they were Systemic mages themselves; I can't even figure out how they'd meet.

On the other hand, now I know what to do with Thimble. She didn't geas herself to silence while she worked for Lawn; she did it by determination alone, proving she has tremendous self-control. Thimble isn't her real name, and almost everyone who knew her real name is dead. And she likes peace and quiet and keeping things in order. Thus, should one of the four Deaths, oh, retire in shame after having accidentally cursed someone in a way that might have broken the System and ruined the world, she'd make an excellent replacement.