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How to Survive When Stuck on an Opening Drawbridge (aka, a Monday)
Or maybe this post should be titled Hey, You Survived the Weekend (which Survived the Work Week)... but that would be long, cumbersome, and probably a little confusing. Sadly, Saturday night one small drink with the folks turned into an all-night party. Unfortunately that led to Sunday, where I was actually contemplating my survival of dehydration because I couldn't keep water even down. Oh... I need to start partying with people my age again. It's always much more lethal with my parents. (Also, much more lethal when you combine chardonnay and vodka. I'll save everyone some time: DON'T.)
Sunday morning I woke up with a dry mouth, and that vague dread you have when you realize you're conscious, but in a completely different room than when you were last cognizant. After a leery stretch for the nearest internet enabled device, I discovered that I thankfully passed out before I could grace you all with my lovely, illogical drunken wisdom. It was close, though. I had apparently started a post, but never finished it. For your amusement, here's a snippet:
"...And for some reason, I thought that my f'list needed to see my wundermous crayon sketching I did while at Macaroni Grill. There's a possibility that burning desire came from the very well-mixed martini that accompanied my pasta. (Did I mention that it was a long week?)
Actually... I have no idea who it is. I think when I started I had grandiose plans to make a Samurai!JohnSheppard, because I can't seem to stop making SGA comparisons to whatever I watch. In this case, Gintama, in which I have become convinced that fanon!SGA would make the world's most awesome anime. (Sadly, I think I'm more or less sober when I have these particular thoughts.) About the time when I was ready to draw John's clothes (okay, just his shirt... I ran out of room), I chickened out, because I can't draw a kimono to save my life. So I decided to make him a pirate, even though he really didn't look that much like John Sheppard at this point. I think my attempt was to make table!art for maybe![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jadesfire2808's pirate!John, but sadly, the shirt wasn't nearly frilly enough. His hair was too... spiky for rhymer23's pirate!John... so he's the yet-to-be-written-AU pirate!John... with an earring. And spiky hair.
Or maybe he's just some other random pirate guy. With an earring. And spiky hair.
But a pirate he be! (I'm sure there are purpely stripey pants where the paper tablecloth ended.)"
...um, yeahhh. Thankfully, though, I did not press "Post" at the end of the (even longer) drunken ramblings. Small favors.
We just finished up with the rather large project here at work, so I have a little time to breathe this afternoon before we start on the next big project. I'm thinking, though, that I seriously need to carve out some time of day to work on my writing. I might have to become a morning person, or something, since that appears to be the only time of day where nothing (and no one) can really interfere and distract me.
And... um... meme?
Comment with a story I've written, and I will tell you one thing I knew, learned, or wondered about while writing the story that didn't make it onto the page.
Sunday morning I woke up with a dry mouth, and that vague dread you have when you realize you're conscious, but in a completely different room than when you were last cognizant. After a leery stretch for the nearest internet enabled device, I discovered that I thankfully passed out before I could grace you all with my lovely, illogical drunken wisdom. It was close, though. I had apparently started a post, but never finished it. For your amusement, here's a snippet:
"...And for some reason, I thought that my f'list needed to see my wundermous crayon sketching I did while at Macaroni Grill. There's a possibility that burning desire came from the very well-mixed martini that accompanied my pasta. (Did I mention that it was a long week?)
Actually... I have no idea who it is. I think when I started I had grandiose plans to make a Samurai!JohnSheppard, because I can't seem to stop making SGA comparisons to whatever I watch. In this case, Gintama, in which I have become convinced that fanon!SGA would make the world's most awesome anime. (Sadly, I think I'm more or less sober when I have these particular thoughts.) About the time when I was ready to draw John's clothes (okay, just his shirt... I ran out of room), I chickened out, because I can't draw a kimono to save my life. So I decided to make him a pirate, even though he really didn't look that much like John Sheppard at this point. I think my attempt was to make table!art for maybe
jadesfire2808's pirate!John, but sadly, the shirt wasn't nearly frilly enough. His hair was too... spiky for rhymer23's pirate!John... so he's the yet-to-be-written-AU pirate!John... with an earring. And spiky hair.Or maybe he's just some other random pirate guy. With an earring. And spiky hair.
But a pirate he be! (I'm sure there are purpely stripey pants where the paper tablecloth ended.)"
...um, yeahhh. Thankfully, though, I did not press "Post" at the end of the (even longer) drunken ramblings. Small favors.
We just finished up with the rather large project here at work, so I have a little time to breathe this afternoon before we start on the next big project. I'm thinking, though, that I seriously need to carve out some time of day to work on my writing. I might have to become a morning person, or something, since that appears to be the only time of day where nothing (and no one) can really interfere and distract me.
And... um... meme?
Comment with a story I've written, and I will tell you one thing I knew, learned, or wondered about while writing the story that didn't make it onto the page.
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The Photoshop file for the list contains over one hundred layers -- oh wait, that's not interesting. (But Jades' did a large portion of the writing, so she might have some different insight.)
Jades and I wound up, more or less, writing the whole thing in one giant Google Document, complete with colorful comments to each other (literally, they were blinding on my overly bright screen at work). We also wound up typing out The List in the document. On the "Cranium" portion, we had originally written the conversation to look something like it does, but with "It should say it's not edible" "It does." "Where?" and Rodney was supposed to tack or tape on the mandatory portion of any product that children can get a hold of that warns you not to eat toxic things like playdough.
...but when we both checked our versions of the game at home, it turned out there wasn't one. I looked all over that box, and couldn't find a darn thing. I almost decided to make one, on principal, but then decided it would be funnier (and apparently closer to reality) to leave it off.
So, apparently there is no explicit warning that Cranium playdough isn't toxic. But like Rodney, I still wouldn't recommend eating it.
ETA: I just re-read your comment, and sadly, I have a lot more on both of them ;)
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I love to hear the behind-the-scenes stuff about stories, so if you want to share more about either "Wit's End" or "See No Evil", I'm all ... well, eyes. Don't know if that fits the rules of the meme, though, and I don't want to be Pester Girl, so please don't feel obligated.
From another of your comments on this page: I think I was the only one who would find it amusing that John's immediate thought is that Zelenka would buy him a hooker rather than anything else. You're so not. Because that's a hoot. :>