Okay, I'm officially terrified.
Yet another weird night at work, the main highlight of which came in the final few minutes when ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
digitalodyssey and myself got in a discussion about the HP/PotC slash we'd managed to get on the subject of the other day. Don't even ask me how we got there -- I think it involved an alternate dimension, massive amounts of liquor, and three penguins.
Anyway, I brought up a story I wrote once in Buffy fandom where I paired up the first two names that I picked out of a hat -- which, by the way, turned out to be VampXander and the Buffybot. I kid you not. Well, that started the hamster indigitalodyssey's head to a'runnin' in his wheel, and now apparently, I'm going to have to pick two random characters' names out of a hat tomorrow and write a romantic fic about them. And we're talking serious cross-fandom shagfests here ... Buffy, PotC, HP, Terminator, X-Men, etc. I swear I'm going to shoot that bloody hamster before this is over.
If nothing else, I can now say that I know the meaning of true fear, so at least I've got that going for me.
Anybody else want to live as dangerously as I'm going to tomorrow night and do the "pick names out of a hat" challenge with me? Please? I'd hate to think I'm the only person on my friends list who might possibly be forced to write Dumbledore/Jack Sparrow slash, or a romance between Iceman and Anya, or total Hermione/Sarah Connor porn. (Then again, no. Let me be the only one. Two of any of those fics is, I'm almost positive, a sign of the coming apocalypse.)
I think we definitely need better things to talk about at work. Right before we got into the slash discussion again, we decided that while Adrian Paul's toupee is not inherently evil simply for being on his head, we're positive that it's at least attached by a hinge so that he can flip it up whenever his unholy ego needs to breathe.
*sigh*
God, I need a nap. Or a good movie. I wish my DVD collection wasn't so devoid in the Johnny Depp department. I seriously need to get something with Johnny Depp in it. You know, like his pants.
digitalodyssey and myself got in a discussion about the HP/PotC slash we'd managed to get on the subject of the other day. Don't even ask me how we got there -- I think it involved an alternate dimension, massive amounts of liquor, and three penguins.Anyway, I brought up a story I wrote once in Buffy fandom where I paired up the first two names that I picked out of a hat -- which, by the way, turned out to be VampXander and the Buffybot. I kid you not. Well, that started the hamster in
digitalodyssey's head to a'runnin' in his wheel, and now apparently, I'm going to have to pick two random characters' names out of a hat tomorrow and write a romantic fic about them. And we're talking serious cross-fandom shagfests here ... Buffy, PotC, HP, Terminator, X-Men, etc. I swear I'm going to shoot that bloody hamster before this is over.If nothing else, I can now say that I know the meaning of true fear, so at least I've got that going for me.
Anybody else want to live as dangerously as I'm going to tomorrow night and do the "pick names out of a hat" challenge with me? Please? I'd hate to think I'm the only person on my friends list who might possibly be forced to write Dumbledore/Jack Sparrow slash, or a romance between Iceman and Anya, or total Hermione/Sarah Connor porn. (Then again, no. Let me be the only one. Two of any of those fics is, I'm almost positive, a sign of the coming apocalypse.)
I think we definitely need better things to talk about at work. Right before we got into the slash discussion again, we decided that while Adrian Paul's toupee is not inherently evil simply for being on his head, we're positive that it's at least attached by a hinge so that he can flip it up whenever his unholy ego needs to breathe.
*sigh*
God, I need a nap. Or a good movie. I wish my DVD collection wasn't so devoid in the Johnny Depp department. I seriously need to get something with Johnny Depp in it. You know, like his pants.