I have the internet again!

*goes to flist, email and generally lolls around lazily* Sweet BUDDHA, Comcast, I hate you. Apparently they're doing construction work and knocked out ALL OUR PRETTY LINES.

Fox cancels Drive.

Man, I wish I could say I was surprised, but I'm not, because it's Fox and I knew things were too good to be true. Firefly BURNED me. It's my bad for getting into it. Because yes, Captain Tightpants ye gods aside, it was actually really interesting.

Damn. Double Damn!

Where's Whedon? Sci-fi needs to pick up a Whedon show that Whedon needs to pitch, I miss my good television. There's Lost, Heroes which is actually getting good again, thank you, and . . . hm. That's all right now.

Maybe I'll peek at the upcoming USA shows, the Double Burn thing? Whatever it's called? Looked interesting.

Partial GIP. *points at it, squishes miakun. Tim's so serious, it's great. He will make that soup and she'll like it, dammit.


Anyhow. My weekend was really nice, I got to hang out with my chick-a-dees and we ended up making a world-of-sorts to write in and having new things to write in and new characters to write with is always a lot of insane fun. Or insane. Both!

Fantasy ahoy!


I totally need to check up on my flist, I have like, twelve open tabs of things that need to get read or posts to reply to or just . . . lotsa stuff. I also need to finish up the Bruce/Dick I've written and send it off to my lovely, creepy-brained beta. Yeah, that's all.

Again! Dear god, self, STOP it. Really! Stop.



And to make this relevant or just . . . something. Well, no, because I have more to say!

I have too many fics to finish, so I'm turning off my internet and television tomorrow morning and just writing until I finish one.

I'm really pleased about Simone picking up Wonder Woman --pleased would be an understatement, I'm super-excited and thrilled and really looking forward to the awesome writing during a time period with Countdown going on and just . . . yet. Amazons. Gah.

Except I really, really want another female centered title being released. Please? Can we have Batgirl back or maybe Batwoman, um, living? And stuff? Or just, I dunno, something.

Bwah. I'm not going to start because then I'll rant and I ranted enough in my comic book store today.

I think I've actually ranted enough PERIOD today, but it was good, soul-cleaning rants with friends that make me happy.

Gah. Truly. Despite the MASSIVE IRRITATION, is happiness.

Writing with other people is so frustrating and not worth it sometimes. And yet, I KEEP DOING IT. Note to self. Seriously.

*kills things*

Yeah, for real, that's all.

I'm so usually NOT that person who posts when someone famous dies. Because, um, normally? I'm not so certain how much I care.

But Vonnegut, dude. I would take a private sniffle in my room, but he wasn't that sort of guy. So hey, maybe that's why I love him and his work so hard. I'll leave you with a quote of his, discussing his age and the fact that he survived through a war and a suicide attempt and . . . a chain-smoking suicide attempt that lasted decades.



KURT VONNEGUT: I'm embarrassed to have lived this long. It's in terrible taste (laughs). You know I had a fire several years ago, and it would have been so shapely if I'd died in the fire. But here I am, and of course I'm suing the cigarette company because on the package they promised to kill me, and here I am.

Title: Developer
Author: Kezzy
Rating: PG, I suppose? Definitely not adult, how's that?
Timeline: Post Jason Todd's Death
Disclaimer: Not mine. Make no money from them.
Summary: Tim is pretty sure he's seen the right things in the pictures he's taken
Word Count: 465


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I'm watching The Batman right now and one of the villains just completely did a Napoleon Dynamite 'I've got skills' speech.

I'm not sure whether to be frightened of pop culture or pleased with it.

"I've got cocooning skills"

It's barely 11 here and inching upwards to 70 degrees. Definitely time to take the kiddo, notebooks and computer to the big park and loll.

No point to this post, other than THAT and it being really freaking pretty out.

And the super-icon love.

So, I have the great pleasure of being pretty good friends with one of the guys that helps run the ComiCon, as well as knowing the other two--and they are a Triad of awesome, honestly. Couldn't really ask for nicer guys running a convention and they love to do it--even if I'm pretty sure they never sat down once over the weekend.

ETA: . . . so this is a massive ETA, even though she said not to bother to, but I'd feel intensely horrid about someone I admire this much to not ETA it. Gail Simone actually ran across this--holy crap, timing much? Also, uh, holy crap, Gail Simone--and explained why she might have come across harsh and actually apologized to me. I feel entirely silly, but really intensely flattered. The crank was totally justified and had everything to do with personal pains made worse by sitting in a chair all day and . . . yeah. Hah. Wow. I'm beyond and three sorts of beside myself right now to sound at all coherent. The fangirl moment will END, I swear it, and what a nice woman. Really.

Pardon me while I go call and squeal far-too-loudly at my husband.

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