Hobsonphile

Back in May, 2004, I calculated a broad word count for my Vir-related output. Well, almost seventeen months later, I've rechecked the tally. Since the last count, I've written an additional 14,134 words of Vir fic, 13,023 of which were in responses to challenges on theatrical_muse. This brings my grand total to 49,051 words, with 33,861 of those words in T_M-connected fic. And bear in mind that, just like last time, I'm only counting prompts and straight stories. Only the Great Maker himself knows how many thousands of words I've written in vir_cotto_tm's numerous roleplays.

Compared to my first ten months on Live Journal, my rate of production has gone down, likely due to a combination of Darth Real Life and a fear of being boring. fanfic100 and b5_star_stuff, however, might step things up a bit in the months to come. We shall see.

7 years ago:

How old were you? 19.
What grade were you in? I was a sophomore in college.
Where did you go to school? Worcester Polytechnic Institute.
Where did you work? I was a full time university student.
Where did you live? At the Healthy Alternatives House at WPI.
How was your hair style? Longer, and pulled back most of the time.
Did you wear braces? No.
Did you wear contacts? No.
Did you wear glasses? I had glasses, but I didn't wear them consistently.
Who was your best friend? Joe.
Who was your boyfriend/girlfriend? Joe.
Who was your celebrity crush? At that time, I was actually between crushes.
Who was your regular-person crush? Joe.
Were you a virgin? Yes. Still am and proud to say it.
How many piercings did you have? Two, ears.
How many tattoos did you have? None.
What was your favorite band? I was a music and theater girl with an eclectic taste in music. That holds true today.
What was your biggest fear? Failure. Bad grades. Yes, I was an overachieving nerd.
Had you smoked a cigarette yet? Nope.
Had you gotten drunk or high yet? Nope. I didn't experiment with anything until 1999.
Had you driven yet? Yes.
If so what car(s) did you use? My parents' two cars, when I was home in Virginia.
Which of your pets were still alive? I want to say we still had Cloe and Cuddles back at home then.
Which members of your family were still alive? No additional members of my family have died since then. Both pairs of grandparents are still alive. Mom and Dad are still alive. sabr_matt is still alive. All of my aunts, uncles, and cousins who were alive in 1998 are still alive.
Which members of your family were not born yet? None.
Where did you chill on the weekends? At Joe's.
You feel old now don't you? Not after filling this out. I do feel old, however, whenever I see people my age get married and/or pregnant.

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A cold has been threatening me for days, but it hasn't gotten to the "OMG KILL ME" stage, which is kind of irritating because I have no real excuse to lay in bed, even though, as is typical when I'm fighting any kind of infection, I've been sapped of most of my energy. The bug is just sitting there in my respiratory tract saying, "I'm here, but all I'm going to do is fill you up with a little fluid and make you cough if you talk too much. Oh, and sneeze."

I'm starting to get students at my new job. Yay! And Emperor Cotto has picked up a Narn bodyguard of his own, which will surely set courtly tongues wagging because of a rather unfortunate precedent. *g*

And that's about it for today's pointless update.

This week's theatrical_muse prompt:

Talk about a time you overcame serious self doubt.

Great Maker, that's the story of Vir's life!

- and between the heavy, post-LoF Vir angst I'm committing in a temporarily private thread with rogersmith_bigo and my evil scheming with natoth, I think it's pretty safe to say that my current depression is leaking into my writing.

Well, there does appear to be something of an historical correlation between melancholy and creativity. Good to know those screwed up neurotransmitters are good for something.

I brainstorm. You decide. Sound like fun? *g*

Poll #528772 This Week's Prompt on Theatrical Muse
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 35

Select your favorite continuation for the following: "The first time I saw..."

I said I had a different idea, and here it is:

The new question on theatrical_muse this week is:

If you could meet any famous personality, living or dead, and smack them in the head with a large trout, who would it be?

Discussion of potential responses to this prompt generated the following snippet of conversation between me and grey_bard:

hobsonphile: I know what Londo's going to say... probably.
grey_bard: Who?
hobsonphile: "A certain individual of the most annoying species in the universe"
grey_bard: G'kar?
hobsonphile: Yes. Because when Londo doesn't want to screw his brains out, that IS, pretty much, what he wants to do to G'Kar.
grey_bard: Indeed
grey_bard: I can imagine a mutual fish-fight
hobsonphile: O.M.G.
hobsonphile: Suddenly I want this written RIGHT NOW.

Between writing a letter to Adira in firstseason!Vir's voice that is filled with so much sweetness and longing and baby wisdom that I just want to squeeze it and squish it and call it George and watching a fourthseason!Vir stand up to one of his worst nightmares, I got a wild hair and added a hug counter to Vir's profile page. And I expect him to be hugged regularly! (mosellegreen and spoonishly: Since Vir's info page spoils, you can click here to deliver hugs, I think. ;))

Meanwhile, I have started tentative work on the G'Kar/Chiana story I was not able to complete before the deadline for multiverse5000. In fact, I have the outlines of a plot already in mind:

( I just hope no one minds that Londo has decided to butt his way into things in his inimitable style. *g* )

How about that? mosellegreen and grey_bard seemed to like it when I shared the idea with them over AIM, but...

First, Serenity and omgRiver! Yes, that's kind of where my reaction has frozen at the moment- omgRiver! Something more intelligent will probably come later. *g*

Second, Cartagia is here! Yay! Hauntings!

ETA:

Meme sheepage:

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You know your roleplay is going in an interesting direction when you find yourself researching the net for pictures of Regency-era men's drawers.

Not only am I still recovering from the multiple drives to and from Baltimore for ConneXions, I'm also covering Two's alone this week at school. Ten Very Small Persons (including one who knows how to operate the safety device on the doorknob and can escape my classroom at will) plus me equals genuine physical exhaustion.

Still, I wanted to pop in to bemoan the fact that I will probably be spending more money to upgrade Vir's account so I can snurch all the icons at babylon5contest that are making me melt and drip from all the cute and sad Vir-ishness. I've discovered, you see, that you can have more than fifty icons when you have a sockpuppet.

I am sad.

ETA: OMG. Somebody just gave Vir paid journal time and extra icons! *gloves that someone*

( cut to spare you all pre-school grossness )

Yay! Like I said, you all want to drop everything and become pre-school teachers now, don't you? *eg*

On the fannish front, I owe Kerne a gift for doing me an incredibly huge favor. Whatever shall I get her, bearing in mind that I am young and shy about writing porn?

Additionally, does anyone have any special Zack Allen-centered B5 requests? Due to the demands of our current RPG plot, I've been writing Zack more than I've been writing Vir the past few weeks. O_o spoonishly? I know you've declared Zack to be your husband. *g*

There's been an accident, and my memory's been wiped. I have no recollection of who I am. Tell me about myself. What do you know about me? What kind of person am I? What are my likes and dislikes? How did we meet and how long have we known each other? Is there one thing in particular that stands out about me? Tell me who I am.

Tell the truth if you want. Or make things up. In fact, especially make things up.

Now, off to answer Londo as Vir. Because oh boy!

ETA: Okay, seriously? After writing this, I totally want to write a whole AU now with plot and everything, even though complete retrograde amnesia usually only happens in soap operas. Because not only would the Vir angst and the Londo&Vir be exquisite, but we would also have the whole matter of atoning for sins one doesn't remember.

*beats amnesia!Londo plot bunny over the head with a hammer*

This makes me want to write sticky, goopy, sappy sprog fic featuring Stark holding D'Argo Sun-Crichton and, I don't know, blessing him or something. Because dude.

I just finished writing a post for Vir- his response to the "happily ever after" question. It was a few hundred words and I was misting up a little while writing it and LJ ATE IT, God damn it! AAAARGH! Now I have to start all over and, while I remember the gist, it won't be exactly the same the second time and grrr! OMGDIE!

Hence my failure to finish the aforementioned Stark story. However, between naps and work, we've been steadily building the date between Vir and Kasumi Karen, and I just want to take a brief moment to say:

OMG! Take him in the hedge maze!

Thank you. That is all.

Vir has asked a girl out by himself without being set up or affectionately bullied into it. Big day! Big day! *g*

I, on the other hand, am slightly less deathly ill than I was a few days ago. Today, I managed a long day at work due to a school delay, then a belated holiday shopping trip with HobsonphileMom in which we spent $500 between us on new clothes. And, I watched the first episode of the second season of B7, the conclusion of which, yes, was something of a disappointment, though I did find the parachute Blake was wearing endlessly amusing. *g*

Tomorrow, I think, I'm going to attempt BSG again...

What we really need is a Year-In-Review mega-edition of galaxygab. *g*

WAAAAAAH!

*hugs Vir tightly*

*sobs into pillow*

ETA: Alas, the fact that I've gotten him drunk now means I can't do that at New Years. Drat. And I was looking forward to the wrong!slash. *g*

Love, love, love my fellow players. I really can't say that enough.

mumbleidiotsdon'tknowthevalueofVirmumble

Every time I'm prompted in roleplay to tell the sad tale of How Vir Got Here, it always puts me in a mood to cry. And knock some glorified peacock skulls together. Stupid-heads.

Do you suppose this is a sign that I'm too invested in my muse? *g*

ETA: WAAAAH!