urbandruid

Dear self,

Okay. Why the HELL do you have to get ideas that are good ideas, except for the part where it's ALMOST 4 AM and I want to go to bed?? Because you know, this could have hit me a few hours ago and I'd be a lot less annoyed about the whole thing. Seriously.

So I have this weird combination of fic/soundtrack/game backstory circling through my head, and the only thing I can do with it (because I'm half brain-dead at this point) is scribble down some notes I hope will still make sense in the morning. Or, you know, later, since it IS morning.

Inspiration should come with enough energy to do something with it, you know?

What I've got now, however, is pretty typical for the voices in my head. (Which, just for the record, aren't voices exactly. Just manifestations of an overactive imagineation that's more of a night owl than I am, which Id idn't think was even possible.)

Bleh. Rambling, and I still need to scrawl those notes before I go to bed.

I'm really amused by theatrical_muse. And I still have one slot left; I can play a third character if I can come up with anybody. Sydney Bristow is tempting, but someone's going to come along who wants her more than I do. Mostly I'm just bored. (And I don't want to end up in the position I'm at in the Star Wars game I sometimes play and more often ignore, where most of my characters interact all too much with each other; I play the mothers and the daughters too often.)

Something will hit me eventually, I'm sure.

I'm also tempted to go for my own slice of "WTF?" fandom (as in, someone nobody's ever heard of before) and sign up dear old Marilyn Stark (see semi-defunct fanlisting- and I really will write that stuff someday...not that anyone else cares.) Because from the writing angle, Stark is cool, she's fun to play with- yeah, she's psychotic, too, but who cares, right? And yet, I don't know- there are so many lonely little pups out there, nobody else from their world to talk to, and I don't know.

I can do the writing stuff for anyone I want, any time, without signing up, of course, but the interactivity of it is interesting- and it's been a hell of a lot more fun than I thought it would be.

(Case in point. James Bond is hitting on my Irina. I knew he would; she's female, she's breathing. 'Nuff said. I'm having a hell of a good time, but Irina Derevko does not screw the likes of James Bond. Although if he thinks she might... Excuse me a second. Irina is plotting in the back of my head right now; she thinks Bond could have his uses. I think he'd be more useful if he learned some humility. But it's James Bond. Whatcha gonna do, you know?)

I'm going to see Return of the King later today. Cannot wait. The previews & trailers I've seen look very very cool, and everybody seems to have good things to say about it. Though I haven't really been reading the RotK stuff too carefully yet- I know the basic story, of course, but I don't want to be too spoiled on the details. I'd rather see it for myself.

So. Opening weekend for the movie, last Saturday before Christmas, and the movie theater is at the mall. This should be lots of fun. Or a nightmare. I think the movie's going to be worth it, though. And then I'll come home and read what all the rest of you had to say about it.

Am glad it's Friday. Very, very glad it's Friday.

I got my tests back Wednesday; 95% on the Computers test, and something close to that on the PoliSci. Not that I was worried. I mean, it's a bad sign for your education, good sign for your grade, when you're taking a test and you're bored, isn't it?

I've had my nose in Star Wars books all week- I once swore I'd stop reading the New Jedi Order, but I think it's getting better. They've paired off some people in ways I like (as of halfway through Rebel Stand, anyway), and the bad guys are actually interesting for once.

This has bad side effects, though. I was inspired by something I read, opened a Word file- and what came out was the start of a Gillian Skywalker story. Most of you, with the exception of bohemienne and kittybot haven't known me long enough to remember these, but they're SW stories about an original character who I used to roleplay, and very ocasionally still do.

I swore I'd never write another one, but... well, I'm having fun here, so I thought, you know, why the hell not?

( Old SW gaming rambling )

And now, we're off to school. Yay.