Yvi

For fuck's sake, kids.

No, you are not special enough to get your very own post in house_wilson just to spew your squees. See that? The after-airing post? Take your cooing and squealing and discussing and stick it the fuck there.

I don't even have that comm on my flist, but just skimming it is enough.

Hi, I'm cranky, how're you? Didn't fall asleep till after five this morning, after plunking out a G-rated drabble thing. What's wrong with me?

housefic has still not deemed me worthy of membership. Damn it, that's the last hetfic I write in this fandom if there's nowhere to post het.

Clearly, Licia, I should've just written you GAY POARN. Why didn't I think of that?!!?!

In my quest to crank out some season four femslash, I did some meandering and found the MySpace page of either twin 15A or 15B. For the record, she's "not sure" about her sexuality. Not that it matters.

Also, they both sing.

And the other twin is a photographer.

My freewriting, however, seems determined not to include 15A and 15B at all. Ah, well. Cuddy/Cutthroat Little Pixie (whose name is evidently Amber) it is. If I finish anything, I mean.

ETA: Oh. My. God. And apparently? 15A and 15B = Mandi and Randi from that one episode of Nip/Tuck about the twins who wanted to look different and then decided they'd rather look the same and bang Christian. Don't know what that's so weird, but it is. Zoinks.

Point a): I felt lousy most of the weekend.

Point b): I swore to write something non-confusing this weekend.

Conclusion: I have genfic featuring Wilson feeling lousy. Albeit not because he's sick and hates the GREs. I am a little bit creative sometimes.

I haven't written gen in...in...God, I don't even know. Never in this fandom, that's for sure. Writing porn sometimes seems like the easy way out to me, like if I focus on scrawling out sex scenes I don't have to worry about anything weightier. And in a fandom where there are plenty of writers who excel at the weightier stuff, sometimes it just seems safest to keep on doing what I do. This is probably something I need to get over, but honestly, most of the time porn is damn fun to write.

In happier news, nakeno and I are making progress on the get_house_laid front. Earlier today, I strung a bunch of our freewriting into a draft, then tossed it her way for editing and, ideally, an ending.

I fail so hard at writing endings sometimes, and I don't have anything in mind to tie up this particular fic, so I'm really hoping she'll either cap it off or throw out an idea that'll spur me into doing it.

Did I mention concise? Like, six pages exactly right now. We're making progress, yesweare.

I am kind of intrigued by this Crazy Sexy Cancer documentary being advertised on TLC and today I read Wit while La Actriz set up her Internet.

Cancer reminds me of my ex's old roommate, this incredibly outspoken dancer from Utah who would do things like discuss her bowel movements and remove her tampon in front of other people. One of her most recent facebook pictures showed her standing by a huge "It'll grow back!" sign, grinning and completely bald. I think her hair's grown back to the point where she has bangs now.

Anyway. I've got a few actual plot ideas I've started drafting in my head. Like, real plot, beyond this porn stint I've been riding out.

Which, y'know, is fun, especially considering I used to get squeamish just writing about kissing, and the nice thing about porn is that people tend to read it. I do feel as if it's a sort of cop-out for me, though, from writing anything heavier.

The dangerous thing about plot is that this is an intelligent fandom and I know next to nothing about medicine, which is the route I'd like to take. Just. I don't want to write about a surgical procedure or something and get WTFed for it.

For the record, I don't understand shipping. It's fanfiction: you can write one pairing, then turn around and write another. Maybe one pairing is easier/more fun/sexier to write than another, therefore you dedicate yourself to it. No big deal. But proclaiming your devotion to one pairing over another and essentially stomping the faces of anyone who doesn't share that devotion...it's pointless, it's childish, and it doesn't mean the likelihood of your ZOMG OTP becoming canon is going to increase solely because you want it to.

It...really shouldn't matter that much. If canon mirrors fic, that sucks all the fun out of writing it right there.

And honestly, I shudder to think what would happen if House and Wilson got together in canon, simply because one of the linchpins of the show is House's unhappiness. Giving the guy a lasting relationship is going to eat away at that, so I'm inclined to think that anyone TPTB end up pairing House with won't be around for long--or, if they are, it won't be anything squee-worthy (e.g. Cameron getting one date and taking forever to get over it).

And you know, as long as H/W isn't canon, we can write whatever we like to fill in the blanks, whereas if they have an explosive breakup in the clinic or something...how do you write around that? I like my subtext just fine.

Okay, I wouldn't be averse to Wilson stating for certain that he's peeked onto the other side of the fence, but I'm not holding my breath.

*stretches contently* Have I mentioned also that I love working from home on Fridays?

I can't read through all the melodramatic apologizing without feeling like I'm going to vomit.

So here's what I think. Plagiarism = wrong, mmkay? You're old enough to know better, mmkay? Drawing yourself up and proclaiming how penitent you are and what a horrible heap of a person this makes you is not gonna fly.

It smacks of grandstanding to me. "Woe, no one will ever love me for my writing, so I'll set myself up for a fall and make them love me for my sensitivity and humility!"

You know what? Instead of posting an eye-wateringly purple monologue about betrayal and self-loathing and hero worship, why not just send a personal apology to everyone who deserves it? Then, if you must, just post an entry saying you've done so. A brief, to-the-point entry that doesn't leave you open for more mockery. Keep it simple.

I get jittery if I swipe an adjective I once read in someone else's fic to use in mine. If someone called me out for it, I think I'd probably fall over and start convulsing before I even starting rationally considering the repercussions. The fact that this girl reproduced entire works of fiction and is essentially getting petted and "there, there"d for it really kind of sets my teeth on edge. Stealing is not going to bolster your self-esteem. Chances are, it'll make you feel much worse. Find another outlet.

I have a habit, also, of taking everything way too seriously. Maybe I should just post a smiley and a macro and pound out an allcaps affirmation of the girl's good-heartedness as a person, vast potential as a writer, and bravery at owning up to a transgression that shouldn't have fucking spawned anything but owning up.

Whatever. I'm getting cheese fries.

See it while you can! RSL being lewd and adorable and unable to find his inside coat pocket, among other things! House, Season 3 gag reel.

There's always just something about driving past the Washington Monument in a short skirt and a state of inebriation that makes me want to grin (um, not that I was driving and inebriated, btw; stuffed into the back seat with three friends, however, yes).

Still kind of inebriated (went dancing in order to celebrate a housemate's birthday), but in pajamas now, and I would like to share with you all the fact that, earlier in the day, I bought nine books for thirty dollars.

The used book store in the town where I grew up is absolutely amazing. My purchases, let me show you them:

The Idiot
The Devils (Dostoevsky FTW)
Sanctuary and Requiem for a Nun (one volume)
The Mabinogion
Heartbreak House, Loyalties, Private Lives, A Man for all Seasons, The Chalk Garden, The Knack (one volume, Twentieth Century British Drama)
Salome (gorgeous version with all the Aubrey Beardsley illustrations)
H.I.D. (Hess is Dead) (Howard Brenton, play I haven't read and will probably end up giving to La Actriz, since WWII + theatre = right up her alley)
Incest (Marquis de Sade; don't tell LJ)
Pledged: The Secret Life of Sororities (heard mixed reviews about this; my inner anthropologist got intrigued)

I think I have about thirty-nine blisters. But OMG SHOES. Srsly. My shoes are so much cuter than, like, your mom, and everything in the history of the universe.

Yeah, yeah...disregard my superficial side, plz...soon I'll be back and doing productive things like writing porn about middle-aged men. Sometimes I wonder just what's wrong with me.

(House + Wilson + butt plugs, y/n?)

Lordy McLordyson. I love having a friend who's a bartender.

This is not so much a drunkpost as it is a just-there-between-buzzed-and-drunkpost-kthx.

She invented a Severus Snape shot that looks like a bubbling cauldron and tastes like Junior Mints. It pretty much pwns, like, everything in the history of bartending.

Also, having a drinking game going while watching The Road to El Dorado is one of the most brilliant ideas I think I've ever had.

This probably says a lot about what I consider brilliant, but I have two Snape shots in me, plus a couple ersatz Grasshoppers that tasted like mint milkshakes, a Bacardi Limon with Diet Coke, and a couple Tequila Sunrises. Now would be an optimal time to get some writing done, while I'm too loopy to second-guess myself overmuch, but alas, this isn't my computer.

I am probably one of the last people on earth to flail fangirlishly over the new season four promo pics. Wilson is so nautical, with his sailing picture and his fishing trophy and his Complete Seafood book.

A few of my RL friends know about this journal, but I'm a little leery of letting them friend it. My literary proclivities aren't the issue, this time. But what if one of those "I have nothing better to do than randomly click on the people soandso lists as friends" nimrods does so, finds this, and puts two and two together? I think I might be better off asking them not to friend me here... If anyone's ever done this tango, insight is of the good.