This bit of Angel/Spike from rubywisp was well timed to please and distract me.
Earlier, I read With an Alien People Clutching Their Gods and loved it with astonished awe. There are stories that you see dubiously recced as "just like an episode!" and then much more rarely there *are* stories that read just like an episode. An extra-long, supercharged episode...in progress. Damn it, I need to make a bookmark folder or something, just for WIPs. I'm losing track. Wasn't I reading a dark A/S WIP? It was the best thing ever. It was, what, three freaking days ago that I recced it? Already its memory begins to dissolve at the edges in the acidwash of mundane time. Everyone should have yahoogroup update lists, I say...writers, take note.
My fantasies turn dark. I imagine Spike castrated and brutalized by humans, wearing his dick around his neck. I can't really get past it, though. There is apparently no comfort for hurt in this story, even with the application of magical healing.
My femme Spike storyline has played out, gone dry as dust. I need new amusements, to rock and lull me to bed at night.
I need some kind of food, but I can't think what.
I do read the LJs of people not on my friends list, from time to time. People should rec LJs more. You don't see much of that. It more often happens that people quietly friend other people, and now and then link to a post, or mention them, but I'd like people to tell me that LJA is the funniest thing since sliced bread, and LJB has loads of cool spander content, and LJC has a sparkly hoot of a life that you can't help gawk and giggle at in admiration. Et cetera. If I were a better person--read: not so frelling lazy--I'd friend everyone who friends me and let filters sort it out, because it's not as if I bother with friends-only posts all that often. There are at least a few people not signed up for LJ that I'd like to be able to read my personal content, for one thing. And I'm just more out there than most. More often I self-censor at the actual writing stage rather than at the privacy level, mostly stuff having to do with work that I think better of.
I'm just babbling to while away the minutes as I try to decide what to do next with my life. Find something to read? Go back to bed? Lie limply on the couch and suck the teat of cable tv?
I wonder what Harlan Ellison's doing these days, by the way. Does he have a blog? Or is he too fucking good for that shit? He probably has a whole rabid philosophy of objection to them, for all I know.
Edited to add: Mely just posted a wicked cool, must-read essay on parallels between the Spike/Buffy and Faith/Buffy relationships. Potential spoilers only through LMPTM.
Also, apparently what I needed to eat was a toasted cheese and tomato sandwich. Tongue and Stomach are glad I figured that out. The coup has been cancelled.
current mood: None, or other