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Prison Break Fanfiction
I write primarily non-shipper general fiction, and some Lincoln/Michael slash pieces as well. Yes, I know they’re brothers… and no, I normally wouldn’t be writing brothercest. That said, if it’s not your thing then please stick to the General Fiction section.

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Supernatural Fanfiction
Supernatural also deals with two brothers, who in this case are bound together in the pursuit of demons and vengeance. An excellent overview of this show and its characters can be found here.
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Other Fanfiction: Iron Man, Die Hard 4, Chuck, White Collar, Burn Notice, Reaper, and more

Original Fiction and Non-Fiction Stories: Miscellaneous Original Fiction // Real LJ Idol Season 8 // LJ Idol Exhibit A // LJ Idol Exhibit B


 
 
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors
26 December 2014 @ 12:35 am
I hope that those of you celebrate Christmas had a wonderful day.

Your friendship is a gift I appreciate all year long, and thank you all so much for your generosity with your hearts and yourselves. ♥

 
 
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors
17 December 2014 @ 10:51 pm
There was a weekend, during which I wrote my Idol entry (and did not go with horror, though I'd thought about it), did some Xmas browsing but found almost nothing, and passed on going to the library. I'll have to go this weekend, though. The library closes during part of the break and my son, by contrast, reads 3x-4x the usual number of books. :O

The ongoing rain has made my exercise schedule challenging. I came home early today to run (it was raining this morning), and tomorrow will be my second outside biking day this week. Running late in the day feels so much better, and I'd forgotten how much I enjoy running when Xmas lights are out! Except for the LED-based lights, that is. More and more of our neighborhood is going over to those, and they have all the charm of the security lamps at a power station. Even the slightly yellow/orange "warm white" lights have a sickly gray cast to them. And it could be my imagination, but I think they also strobe a little, too. So depressing. Those lights are the color of dying souls. :(

I rode Sunday, and nearly got locked inside the parkway again. There are places without gates where you can always get out, but they're sometimes miles from where you expected to exit. On the plus side, I was able to ask the ranger WHY he was locking the gates so early, and it turns out that I (and many other people) think of "sunset" in the colloquial sense—i.e., when it gets dark—while the park service is enforcing... the almanac version. Winter is when it really matters. I have to say, I would not have anticipated that. At almanac-sunset, I still have 20-30 more good minutes of riding time!

We watched the premiere of The Librarians, which was fun but maybe too aggressively ensemble-ish and wacky? Plus, previews for the third episode made me think, "Uh, oh." You have to earn your crack. There were multiple seasons of Buffy before the musical, and 1 1/2 seasons of Angel before the puppet episode. Not in week 3!!!

We have a tree, which still isn't decorated because we like to let the kids do it but they have finals all week and have been swamped. None of the gifts are wrapped, the stockings aren't up, and I'm trying to prepare to be out of the office next week. Yeek. Mayhem. :(

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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors
15 December 2014 @ 02:12 pm
Wish You Were Here
lj idol season nine | week 31 | 1336 words
“The future outwits all our certitudes”

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Before the age of eight, Danny Ruthers was forbidden to go into the attic. Once he was older, his mother let him come along with her as long as he promised not to touch the things on the shelf at the back. They didn't look very interesting anyway, Danny thought, and they were all out of reach. But when he was nine, his curiosity got the better of him. He moved a box over and climbed on it to get a better look, and discovered that there was more on that shelf than dusty knick-knacks and an old, broken clock. There was a small chest the size of a shoebox hidden at the very back, and it was not the least bit dusty.

The chest was also locked.

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If you liked this story, you can vote for it along with many other fine entries here.

 
 
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors
11 December 2014 @ 11:41 pm
I think the worst of the wind has passed, but we're in the middle of a major storm here. I'm working at home the next couple of days, because last week's adventure on I-80 (which flooded at a low spot, and I did not know that was even possible) was enough without adding hurricane winds to the mix. :O

Still have power. Still have all our trees.

Wet days mean biking in the garage, where I'm rewatching Pushing Daisies, S1. I defaulted on my Yuletide story, because I couldn't get anything going, but I still love the show. The wry humor, the art direction, the impatience of Emerson Cod. This is probably my most favorite of Swoosie Kurtz' roles. She usually plays brassy drunks, and that's kind of the case here as well... but every now and then, a little bit of wistfulness or sweetness escapes through the hard shell of her character. It's a really nice portrayal.

Still reading lots of Neal Shusterman. I finished The Dark Side Of Nowhere, which has a premise unlike almost any YA novel ever. Reread Unwind, though I'm about to start the 4th book in that series, and I'm also in the middle of Speeding Bullet. That last one is notable in that he often has smart or at least clever characters, and these kids are closer to average intelligence. It rankles them, but there's little they can do.

Last weekend: outside lights (but not indoor), got a tree (still not decorated!). The inside of the house needs to be decorated, and there's still shopping and now baking to do. So. Much. Work.

Actual work? Big deadlines tomorrow and Monday, some of them sooner than they should be given schedule drift due to late hardware delivery. WHY is software always the place where we make up schedule, as if it's all magic? Ugh.

 
 
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors
08 December 2014 @ 12:12 pm
Not With A Bang…
lj idol |week 30 | 931 words
Critical Hit

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It was a YouTube recording of Triangle Puppet that launched Jeffrey Waring's career. One day, he and his band were playing county fairs and high school dances, and the next, they were getting airplay and a blurb in Hot Pipes Weekly. It was the kind of lucky break that every would-be rock star hoped for.

The band itself was a revolving door of backup musicians, as Jeffrey had a tendency to be fickle. He also had no marketing sense whatsoever— back before Triangle Puppet made them famous, he used to change the band's name whenever they lost or gained new members, or on long afternoons where he simply got bored.

"You can't keep renaming the band," Bango Yevitz, the band's drummer, had said. "How can we build a reputation if nobody remembers who we are?"

Jeffrey had countered with, "Well, I don't think Wombat Circus is really 'us'."

"That's what I said last week, when you brought it up!"

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No voting this week—it's a Gatekeeper round. However, you can find all of this week's entries here.

 
 
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors
04 December 2014 @ 12:10 am
When Elementary was first announced, I was leery of it. Everybody and his cousin seemed to be Sherlocking on multiple continents, and I was certain that the female Watson was a way of dodging the slashy undertones of other recent Sherlock incarnations.

We started watching the show near the end of the first or second season, and I was pleasantly surprised to find that the show wasn't playing up any real attraction angle between the two main characters, and also... Lucy Liu is a really awesome Watson. She has a peculiar fashion sense (ankle boots with skirts/dresses does not look good), but the quirkiness of it is very consistent. She is smart, more patient with Sherlock than he really deserves, and gloriously competent. I like the cast very much.

Our son wandered in near the end of one of the episodes, and commented that a black Sherlock was inevitable. THAT, of course, opened the door to one of our favorite activities, "Rolecasting." Given that Sherlock should probably be in his mid-thirties to early 50s, who would make a good Sherlock? Many of the obvious choices (Denzel, Samuel) are too old. Courtney B. Vance came up (we have a soft spot for him). On the way to work today, I realized that the young Andre Braugher would be an excellent choice (heck, the current one too, but for the extra weight). Braugher's work on Homicide showed he has all the stuff to be ultra-smart, intense, and offputting in that especially Sherlockian way. I mean, I watched two seasons of Homicide (a show I did not like) just for Andre Braugher's acting!

I thought of Idris Elba, mostly because I always think of Idris Elba. Good casting choice, or just wishful thinking because of All The Handsomeness? Morris Chestnut is definitely along the lines of the Handsome and the Voice, too. I think either of them could pull it off.

Giancarlo Esposito could pass for 50-ish pretty easily, and would make an excellent Sherlock. Triple-smart, versatile, and capable of darker roles. Not that Sherlock is necessarily "dark," but you have to be willing to be over-the-line obnoxious (insufferable, really) to carry off the character. Esposito would go the distance.

Well, now that I've talked about it, I think the whole thing is overdue! Why isn't someone already making this?

Who would you cast for the part?

 
 
The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors
02 December 2014 @ 10:59 am
Geez, I'm already looking forward to the weekend! Why am I not retired yet? Apart from being too young and having two kids that still have to go to college?

Today is the last day of voting for LJ Idol (the poll is here). Feeling more nervous about that than usual.

Other things I should have done last week but did not: mammogram (ugh), buying new tennis shoes, getting toys ready to sell on Craigslist, and getting the outside Xmas lights up. It's hard to want to dive into that last one, because it takes about half a day (we put up a lot of lights). We may get a break in the rain next weekend, though. Right now, it's a sogfest through Friday. We badly need the rain, so that part's good, but the rest is a pain.

I finished The Spark And The Drive, which I was afraid would turn into a romance at some point... but fortunately never did. Just general fiction. Got kind of frustrated with the characters (ALL of them) at various times, but sometimes that's a sign that they're very human. \o?

I've been reading a lot of Neal Shusterman. I finished Unwholly and Unsouled, and finally got Unwind (the first in the series) back so I could refresh my memory on how the whole thing started. I have Speeding Bullet by my bed, and another book waiting. Plus, I put a hold on Tesla's Attic, which might be children's fiction instead of YA, but who cares? Tesla! And Shusterman! There is no bad in that combination. :D

I read an article from Wired yesterday, on women in technology, India vs. the U.S., that made some good points. Ironically, when I went to wired.com to look for it, I stumbled across a blurb for "National GeekDad Day" (on Father's Day, no less), with no mention of Geek Moms... and comments for that web article are disabled. *sigh*

All right, back to work. At my tech job. Where I am a firmware programmer. \o?

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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors
02 December 2014 @ 12:47 am
Back to work today, though the break was really nice. I didn't get as much done around the house as I'd planned, but there was reading, there was a little Xmas shopping but not much (very uninspired this year), and there was 8 bags' worth of stuff sent off to charities with 3 more to follow soon (I'm running out of paper bags!).

I got very little done on my Yuletide story. I have no plot and no real ideas, and may have to default for the first time ever. :( I'll give it one last try, but if nothing solidifies by this weekend, I'll have to give up.

I finished my experiment in Tweetfic, but I don't know what to think about the results. There was a story, I finished it, and I managed to keep discrete and (ideally) interesting chunks in each tweet. That 140-character limit is rough! OTOH, I couldn't tag it (because I needed those extra letters!), and the most-recent-first feed format of Twitter means that people have to read from the bottom up. If you post in reverse order, then you're posting the ending first (which does not work anyway if you're writing dynamically, as I chose to). Also, the random comments/reposting was weird. A tweet with "Lexington Avenue" got hit with "You've been automatically entered into a daily raffle for your city, Lexington!". Another which mentioned cigarettes and smoking (one of the few times I've _ever_ written that) got retweeted by fans of smoking. Erm. And the post-fic wind-up got hit with an ad for writing classes. So, all in all... \o?

I didn't watch a lot of movies/etc. over the break. I thought I would, but mostly I tried to read Idol entries (VERY slow, for some reason) and got sucked into online jigsaw puzzles and the like. The ambition, where does it go?

So, good Thanksgiving for those who celebrated?

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The Coalition For Disturbing Metaphors
26 November 2014 @ 06:49 pm
Apart from the endless work overage, I spent late last week trying to write something for Idol and just being frustrated. I was looking to write fiction, but didn't really like the prompt, and then Saturday I was talking to my daughter about my mom's experiences in medical school, and thought "Oh! Duh..." So, it's done and posted.

An article I read yesterday in Wired inspired me to try writing tweet-fic, so I began a questionable experiment in that yesterday...

I'm off this week (finally! Thank god!), which lets me rework my exercise schedule to what it used to be before working from home was banned. I biked on Monday (without the horrific weekend crowds on the parkway), and ran on Sunday. It has been so long since I ran near the end of the day rather than before work. I'm not a morning person at all, so it's been more like a chore than a pleasure, lately. Sunday, the running was actually comfortable (I'd forgotten what that was like). I got to the end, and looked at the time and thought "Meh." I'd seen that number a lot over the last few months. Later, I remembered that I've only seen it during runs where I've had to walk part of the way. So, YAYYY!

The whole family watched Dead Poet's Society last weekend. Lots of sad thoughts about Robin Williams, and admiration for the job Robert Sean Leonard does in that movie. The real tragedy is realizing that the overbearing father who destroys his son also loves him. It's very true to a the mistakes real people make, which makes it more awful.

Traveling tomorrow. Happy Thanksgiving, American friends!