dynamite with a laser beam

I stumbled across it and it was just WEIRD. So WEIRD! Especially the tracking shots.

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iamashamed.livejournal.com

Ugh, the fanfic hate is making me sad.

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It's making me WTF.

Wai so angry, author who has no fanfic about your work anyway?

Fandom is a subculture outside of the original creator's control. I'd love it if I created some world/characters people liked enough to write about themselves.

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valancy-joy.livejournal.com

Oh that vid... by the end I was convinced Torchwood took the kids!

more politics needs moody theme music! lol.

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It made amand_r write fic! (See below). I completely concur!

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OMG YES. MOODY MUSIC! IMPENDING DOOM!

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valancy-joy.livejournal.com

MOODY MUSIC! and MUFFINS! LOL. your brain. I wants it. hahahaha

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Mmmmmm muffins.

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valancy-joy.livejournal.com

as someone said to me at rehearsal last night ... "they're TASTY PASTRIES" :D

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ladymerri.livejournal.com

Notes to self:
1)Watch video when home from work
2)Cross another writer off my reading list (though at least she's being a bit less horrific about it, though still condescending). Oi. I'm gettig tired of this.

Also, HI! Feels like it's been a while. Maybe it's just because my week has been craaaaaaaaaaazy. Tomorrow is Saturday! Who day! Yay!

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I don't read her genre anyway, so pffft!

YAY FOR WHO DAY!!!

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"Don't you thin this is a little…simple for us?" Dee said as she ran her fingers along the arc of the steering wheel. "I mean—"

Gwen checked the slide on her gun again. "No. Eyes up front."

"I can't believe it," Lois mumbled from the back again, and Dee and Gwen rolled theirs. This was not the first time Lois had said that.

"Well, I can," Maggie said. "Heads up their arses. What kind of fix is this?"

Dee sighed. Gwen glanced behind her. "Don't. We said we weren't going to talk about it."

Lois leant forward and rested her shin on the seat over Dee shoulder. "How can you even remotely want to be a Tory?"

"Lois—"

"No no, I want to hear this. Really, Dee, of all people you—"

Dee started the car. "Ma'am?"

Gwen looked out the windshield at the guard advancing towards them now, former Prime Minister Brown and his wife and children making their way to the cars. "Okay then, this discussions is canned." She paused. "Forever."

Lois sat back in her seat with a thud and picked up her scanning equipment. "No readings or traces within a ten kilometre radius, unless you count the hypocrite in the front seat here."

Dee adjusted her seat to give Lois less legroom.

Gwen chose to ignore it, and Maggie handed them all the mini Geiger counters. "This is just a precaution," she said cheerily, but didn't explain further. "Trust me. Useless, really. Not unlike—"

"When I really said that I didn't want to hear any more political talk while on the job, I meant it," Gwen said in a louder than normal voice. The cars were starting to pull away and they were third in the motorcade. Dee flipped the blue lights and not for the first time Gwen was glad they hadn't branded the sides of the car. The license plate was enough if you were looking for it.

Dee fit herself seamlessly into the motorcade, making casual speed for Buckingham Palace. If there were going to be incidents, then they would happen now.

Lois's scanner beeped. "Oh, there they are," she said, "coming in from the south, southeast, about a…this thing says they're a half click away." She looked up. "What's a click?"

Gwen groaned. "We stole that from US UNIT. It's a quarter mile."

"What's a—"

"Four hundred kilometres," she barked back. "Still coming?" The motorcade was moving smoothly down the road, no sign of disruption.

Lois nodded. "Above ground. We should be seeing them in the sky by now."

They all looked out the window. Dee gripped the wheel in one hand and held her fingers to the specialised comm in her ear with the other. "Should I signal?"

Maggie smacked the side of the tech in her hand. "Oh you communist piece of shite come on!" The gadget spluttered then whines with a shrill noise and Lois and Gwen covered their ears. Dee just looked irritated. "Oh, there we go. Disco." Gwen turned to watch her fiddle with a few knobs, her eyes glued to the screen.

"Mags?" she asked, looking at the motorcade as it approached Buckingham Palace. "Now would be a really good time."

Lois glanced at her scanner. "Quarter click."

Dee slowed down with the flow of cars. "Should I signal?"

Maggie beat the tech against the side of the door panel and it let out a howl, and then she looked up. "There. It's done."

"She's right, they just did a header into a skip in the back of a Costa Coffee shop," Lois confirmed.

"They should be immobilised for at least three hours or so, if Toshiko calibrated this thing right," Maggie said, peering at the tech. "It's hard to tell how this is supposed to work normally. What I had taken for explosion damage might just actually be a warm up period for the crystal inside."

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Dee pulled in smoothly, and Gwen stopped to look at the palace in front of them. This was as close as she'd ever got, actually. Despite that she spoke to the Queen often, communicated with emails and secure documents every other day, it seemed like, she's never actually met the woman.

Well, she said as they watched Brown and his wife get out of the car, she wouldn't be doing it today, either.

She wondered if Jack had ever met the Queen either. Probably. Hell back during the war they'd—oh god, there were many things that she didn't want to think about, and that was—oh god it was emblazoned on her eyes. She thought about something else. Something else. Welsh Corgis. Oh god. Eugh.

Before she'd met Jack her imagination hadn't been nearly as fertile, and in some ways that was not a blessing.

"Let me get this straight," Dee said as they finally pulled away, discharged of duty with a brief nod of the head from security. Yes, yes, thank you Torchwood for saving us from disaster and not blowing anything up. You may go now. "We just foiled an alien invasion plot involving the old Prime Minister, the new Prime Minister, and the Queen, and no one knows."

"Can't have Brown giving bad advice," Gwen murmured. "When he's all but telling her who to pick next."

Lois grunted. "This explains Margaret Thatcher," she mumbled.

Gwen considered. "No, I think that was entirely the human race," she offered.

Maggie turned off her machine and made them cough up their Geiger counters. Gwen realised that she'd never let go of hers, still loosely clutched in her non-gun hand. She put up the weapon too. The rest of this was going to be fairy cakes.

Maybe they could all get a coffee while they were there. It was a long drive back to Cardiff. Well, not the way Dee drove, she considered as they rounded a corner at what was possibly an unsafe speed.

"An invasion fleet you could fit in a foot locker," Dee mused, glancing at her. "Seems like a lot of fuss."

Gwen glanced out the window and sighed. "Sometimes the most dangerous things come in small packages," she murmured.

They were quiet for a moment until they came to a traffic light, and Dee slowed but didn't stop.

Lois leaned forward again. "You don't suppose Cameron is—"

Dee applied the brakes and they all jerked forward. Lois's face mashed into the back of Dee's seat. Gwen wondered if she was going to have to sit the two of them down. Usually they got on like houses on fire. Well, politics brought out the worst in everyone these days.

"I want a muffin," Maggie said into the awkwardness. "I've been good and I foiled an alien invasion this morning." Dee parked the car in a no parking zone and slipped the red tag that said they were allowed to park wherever they wanted in all of the UK on their dashboard. Some day someone was going to try to break the windshield and steal that. Gwen would pay good money to see them try to get through the transparisteel.

They clambered out of the SUV and stretched legs that had been sitting for too long and filled with tension. Lois stretched and one of her fists hit Dee's arm. Gwen often thought that Dee was a giant grumpy dog that grudgingly let Lois the kitten climb all over her and do all manner of bad things.

Maggie stuffed her hands into her pockets and rounded the back of the SUV for the containment unit.

It didn't take long. There were three shops the diameter of bowling balls, all in the skip. They didn't even have to dig for them, and the little critters trapped inside would have been comical due to their size if they hadn't the ability to burrow into human organs and control people like giant muppets. Maggie latched the box and set the digital deadlock seal and they tossed the box into the hatchback.

"Now I really deserve a muffin," Maggie said, eyeing the very cute waiter wiping down tables in front of the coffee shop.

Gwen tilted her head and stared. She was married, not dead. And it was a nice arse. Dee made a noise in the back of her throat that could have been either exasperation or approval. Lois was reading the menu on the side window, oblivious to the manflesh. Ah, well.

"Yes, I think it's muffin time," she murmured. "Torchwood owes us a cuppa."

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I FUCKING LOVE YOU.

"We just foiled an alien invasion plot involving the old Prime Minister, the new Prime Minister, and the Queen, and no one knows."

WE KNOW.

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Haahahaha it was actually the music that started it all. THAT WAS TORCHWOOD! THREAT! MUSIC.

ANS JESUS! TYPOS! SRY.

Edited Date: 2010-05-14 03:55 pm (UTC)

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I agree with

valancy_joy about the music!

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WIN! srsly srsly, the fact you have maggie in it makes me love this so hard already, but how awesome is the all-female torchwood crew? um, VERY!

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HAAAHAHAH when I assambled the team it never occurred to me that all girl TW was...hrm. I mean, I love the ladies, but that seems strange hiring practises. It comes up multiple times.

And there's menstrual cycle jokes.

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the fact that it just happened, not deliberately, is even better

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Well, when you start off with "I want Gwen and Lois and Dee," and then you say, "I want a female doctor for plot purposes, and that chick from the roof with own, because I can work with that side plot" then all of a sudden you have five chicks.

Gwen is ordered to hire a man in the first episode. They discuss getting a coffeeboy.

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Thank you, Amanda. This is such a fun little story. Now I want a muffin. Lalala

Renee

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OMG WE SHOULD ALL GET MUFFINS TODAY.

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was nobody else waiting for those kids to stop and start demanding a pony? just me?

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BOYS DON'T WANT PONIES. Unless it's this BAMF.

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you know this is your new lj header, right?
http://www.exterface.com/unicorn/

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OH FUCK THAT SHIT ALL YOU PEOPLE.

Dude, I...that's actually tempting.

When is your auction over, bb?

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tomorrow, but probably more like sunday (or later... still finishing up THE THING!), but there haven't been any more bids, you totally won :)

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OMG DID YOU SEE THE ART? HOW CAN I NOT USE THAT ART?

I like, moneY shot-ed all over foxy's lj today. SORRY FOXY. I'LL GET A WET NAP.

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You know I never mind!

I need a money shot icon.

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pintsizeninja.livejournal.com

Haha. The author deleted her entry. I got through the first page of comments, though, and good god. I really don't understand all the hate. I'd never even heard of that author before, so I don't have to worry about avoiding her stuff. Looks like it's pretty obscure, anyway. :p

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Ditto~!

It makes me LOL, though.

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edibleflowers.livejournal.com

Amusingly enough, that post from aberwyn is now deleted. What a shame. I was enjoying all the "Bitch, please" comments. Of course, my reaction to anyone saying "fanfic is bad" is to immediately want to write more of it.

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Me toooo.

None of the TV creators seem to mind much. This is why I love Joss Whedon.

"Hey, there is a hiatus. Go read some fic on the internet, yo."

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I love Joss's attitude, which is basically, "Hey, I can't read it 'cause I don't want to get sued for stealing an idea, but have at it anyway!" He gets it. I wonder if TV writers in general are better because so many shows are group-written or have several writers contributing, so it's not as if the characters are their Precious Children.

[I have no Buffy/Whedon-related icon, so I use NPH. That's logical, right?]

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bodlon.livejournal.com

CHARLIE FOXTROT ZERO SIX! FOXTROT DELTA UNIFORM!

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CF06 FDU, baby!

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shane-mayhem.livejournal.com

Oh, Torchwood. How I love you.

LOL @ rat jam! XD
Poor bastard.

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I know! SPLORT!

I was sad for a minute.

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remuslives23.livejournal.com

She has a new post up moaning that fanfiction writers want her out of LJ. I doubt too many fanfic writers knew she was even here given the few comments on her other posts. Just stay out of my fandom, lady, and we can coexist peacefully.

Who is she? I've never heard of her, had to Wiki her books and then saw them for sale for under seven dollars online. Now, I've found some great books at second hand stores for under seven bucks, but new... that's some kind of special crap right there.

What's with all the fanfic hate lately? Seriously?

Glad I never wasted seven dollars on her.

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I have no idea! There have always been writers who don't like fanfic (Anne Rice is one) and mostly, people respect that. Or they post it in private places.

I'd be sad if no one made fic or art of my book or show!

The thing they don't seem to get is that it's a group activity that can't be stopped anyway. Getting pissed off about fanfiction of your work is like Gordon Ramsay pitching a fit because you changed some ingredients in one of his recipes and had your friends over for dinner. And then maybe you blogged about it and mentioned you'd altered the recipe (but still gave him credit for the original).

How uncreative! Just appreciate his genius for the original recipe! Buy his cookbook! :)

Edited Date: 2010-05-14 11:06 pm (UTC)

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It would have been interesting to read the post and the comments as I have more than 10 of her books on my shelves - not sure I'll be adding any more to that now, though. Funny thing is I'm very rarely tempted to write fanfic based on book-only characters anyway and I don't come across it much either (but then I'm probably not looking in the right places). I do find it a bit odd that there has been so much furore about fanfic recently - it had all seemed to die down for a while. Still, I have to admit I don't really give a flying fuck.

Vid made me giggle. Kind of.

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D: (Sorry!)

You know, I don't write book fanfic either; nothing has prompted me to do this, but I'd consider it for Yuletide for something. It seems harder, because with TV/film, I can explore the character's inner lives, and books often do that already, so...

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A number of people on LJ have been expressing their views on fanfic, so I thought I'd add mine. I despise it. It shows a paucity of imagination, especially mainstream published and deified fanfic like WICKED and all the "Pride and Prejudice" rip-offs. That kind of fanfic is to original work as Hamburger Helper is to meat.

If someone can think of no better idea than to take a classic kid's book series and try to wring a few more bucks out of it, like the whole 'Wicked' series, then they should get a real job.

Fans who write non-porn stories about TV shows are a different kind of writer. If they love the shows, which are a group production to begin with, that much, what the hell, they probably don't have the taste and imagination to write anything original anyway. They are in the same boat as embroiders who buy pre-cut yarn, pre-painted canvas needlepoint kits. It's a nice hobby, and who am I to complain -- just as long as they leave my work alone.

Porn is porn and will always be so. Nothing to say there.

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Whoa! Why so mean, Yo? And the poor embroider-hobbyists take some flak, too! I paint my own canvases, Bitch--most of the time, but sometimes on the DL, I'll embroider the fuck out of some pre-painted Jack/Ianto rimming or plugging pillow patterns if I feel like it, professional-crank pencil-pushing original, but prolly shitty anyway, Writer ( with a capital W) for Wuss!

Now, back to my teletubbies/yo gabba gabba non con, edging AU (Victorian Period) plush-orgy:)

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OKay, well I will never be reading that author. Must not understand that imitation is the highest form of flattery. *sigh* Don't really understand the hate...especially when people with TONS of money like George Lucas and Joss Whedon - don't seem to mind it as long as you're not trying to make money off of it. As far as I know, Lucas has only shut one person down and that was a woman who tried to sell her book on Amazon. He's not a stupid man, he knows it's out there, and considering how much money his franchise makes, if anyone has the right to want to shut it down it would be him...and yet...he doesn't. So that writer...can GTFO in my opinion.

Wish I had a "rolling eyes" icon LOL

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