hogwarts gone wild

Ngk.

This is the first time I've been near a computer in days. I have comments to answer, and fest fics to review, and. Damn you, awkward living situation. Damn you to hell and back.

I'm actually trying to write something right now, and it's not working out. Allow me to explain, in the form of an IM conversation:

( in which i am ridiculous )

I don't even know.

Look. Someone needs to keep me away from wolfshirts, ok?

Because, the crack. The crack. It is strong with these people, and I have no defence against it. None. If I keep nosing around there, I will eventually snap and write something utterly loltastic. Like the one where the My Chem boys open a tattoo shop, and Frank is constantly jumping off the counters and knocking shit over, and Bob has, like, piercing superpowers, and Ray noodles on his guitar when business is slow, and Mikey can convince the nervous, fence-sitting types to get the tattoo that's totally perfect for them with his mind. And Gerard's there too -- he does all the artwork, but he never leaves the loft upstairs because omg needles, so the customers think he's a figment everyone's imagination. Or an extremely talented ghost.

Failing that, there's always the multiband AU where they all work at Denny's and Spencer Smith is the snottiest waiter ever.

( cut for the xylodemon shopping experience )

Apropos of nothing: my computer fails at life.

Well. The best I can about today is: at least it's halfway over.

I'm having soy yoghurt for lunch, and it tastes -- well, not so great. I'm trying to decide if this is because it's a) soy yoghurt, b) banana flavoured, which I didn't much care for when I still ate dairy yoghurt, c) two days past it's sell-by date, or d) all of the above.

In other news, an idle xylodemon is a ridiculous xylodemon. I just sent a terribly late fest fic to beta, and what have I been doing while I wait, instead of something useful -- say, cleaning my house or doing laundry? Yeah, I've just been pootling around the internet. Shockingly, this resulted in me reading a metric fuckton of fanfic, from both HP and Bandom. And because I have no sense of continuity, I've been reading from both fandoms back to back.

Which got me to thinking about my reading habits in both fandoms. Turns out, they're quite different in one regard.

As far as HP is concerned, AUs have never been my thing. I've read and enjoyed some of the milder sort -- say, where a single canon event was changed -- and I tend to give Bring Back Black fics a free pass, but I just can't get into the bigger, more epic sort. I'm a total whore for the HP canon settings and, to a lesser degree, the HP canon timeline. I know plenty of people like AUs, and I know some authors write them very well, but I 'm just not interested in the one where Remus and Sirius are working on a dude ranch, or Harry and Draco are fire-fighters in Los Angeles.

Oddly enough, this is in direct conflict with my Bandom tastes. Don't get me wrong: I love canon Bandom fics -- where the bands are on tour, or recording an album, or pottering around the same apartment/house/hotel on their downtime, but. I've quickly become a huge fan of the Bandom AU. Recently, I cannot get enough of the fics where they are all attending private school, or living in the same apartment complex, or going to film school, or working at the bookstore Jon Walker inherited from his grandmother. Also the one where Pete 'babysits' a slightly underage Patrick.

Huh.

Also, jezzabe is a vile enabler. I spammed her the other day with this picture of Gabe Saporta grinding on Mikey Way like it's his job, and jezzabe now wants me to write fic wherein Mikey acquiesced to Gabe's barbaric behaviour because of Gabe's smirk. And because Gabe promised threatened to show Mikey his basement.

*eyes HP to-do list*

*cries*

I am a very heavy sleeper.

I don't mean heavy sleeper as in I don't always acknowledge the phone, or I hit Snooze once or twice before hauling myself out of bed. I mean heavy sleeper as I could blithely slumber through an exchange of nuclear weapons.

As in I literally slept through the majority of a Megadeth concert. When I was still in marching band, it was not uncommon for me to doze in the back of my pickup while a drumline warmed up ten feet away.

I have my clock/radio/alarm set to the only thing that will penetrate my coma-- the local Mexican talk radio station. For whatever reason, something about a man gibbering on in rapid-fire Spanish will have me out of bed in no time.

This morning, El Guapo was talking about the moon. I did not catch exactly what he was on about, but I heard the word luna repeatedly.

I would not have found this odd, had I not spent the majority of the night dreaming about Professor Lupin.

And, I don't know if it was the dream, the morning wake up call, or both, but for the rest of the day, the repeater tower for all that is weird and strange, otherwise known as my brain, was stuck on the All Remus, All The Time channel, for the remainder of the day.

He was everywhere, today. Lurking in the corner of my mind, hovering just in my periphery vision. I would not have minded, had be been *quiet*.

But he was not.

He kept intruding on my thoughts, filling up my brain with plotbunnies and dialogue snippets and angsty internal monologues delivered in the general direction of Azkaban or at James and Lily's grave.

*sigh*

( cut for whinge )

Today has sucked ass.

Went to the dentist, to find my tooth situation was worse than I had possibly imagined. Three hours later I was numb, sore, and a little bit nauseous from all the Litocaine he had to give me to shut me up.

I did not go to work today, and while I posit that I would have been of no use if I had gone, I still feel like a lop.

I tried to sleep, but my phone kept ringing. I do not begrudge turkeylurkey the phone call she made, because she honestly needed the information she called for.

My mother, on the other hand, called three times, for no particular reason. And she knew what kind of state I was in, because I passed by her house on the way home with some paperwork from the dentist.

I took care of the phone problem by turning off the cell and signing on the internet, but by this point, sleep had eluded me.

Therefore, I tried to write.

Finishing PS was out of the question, because I was not in my right mind. I did not manage to get anything else written, either.

Well, I wrote quite a bit, but it all went demented and wanky.

I started a sequel to Two by Four, but I scrapped it halfway through, because it did not go as planned. I was leaning towards a hot, porny quadrashag like the original, but after some rough H/D kitchen sex, it went angsty and twisted, with stalker!Remus openly perving on Draco, and possessive!Sirius going into a tirade about how Harry was his, dammit, his.

My mind is *not* a safe place to be tonight.

I've a bunny for a triofic, but given my current mental state, I think I will leave that alone.