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Tonight I finally got around to seeing Mulholland Drive, the critically acclaimed Lynch film that nobody understands.
I don't understand it either. Can anyone explain? It's nice to write a plot that is a mystery, as long as it isn't a mystery what your plot is.
Though I did enjoy my confusion. I am, after all, someone who has watched Callum Keith Rennie in Purple Toast more than twice. (I refuse to admit how *many* more, as that may be incriminating.)
I notice people have been writing a lot of wonderful stories, and passing on recs with vigor. Thank you!
Good news: the SO has finally agreed to collaborate with me on some fan fiction. I'm so happy! Smallville it is. A little homage to H.P. Lovecraft, we hope. I even got an okay to work the story (gen) into slash after it's finished, unless it goes into a zine. Woohoo!
Now if only we can agree on a Trigun plot... Even the SO loves Wolfwood.
Oh, and here's a drabble more of "Afterlife"
Afterlife
Bleak Interlude
by stungunbilly
JC wants to do a solo album.
He and Justin have been fighting for hours, and Billy is getting so angry, he doesn’t know which way to look, what to scream, what to break first. There are appearances to be kept up, there are contracts to renegotiate, and through meeting after boring meeting he listens to Joe talk about the Old Days like Eden is gone and will never come again.
Jenifur is on the rocks, finally, and even the critical acclaim over Billy’s original guitar work didn’t make the album sell. It doesn’t help that Billy has been handing out free bootlegs on the Internet. Nobody at the record company is saying “lawsuit”, but his bandmates are making the sign of the evil eye when he shows up for practice.
The evil eye sign never works on Joe, and Billy is worried because he’s sort of glad. He and JC are still meeting when they can, but it gets hard, having nobody to talk to on tour. Joe has taken to being funny and interesting again, and Billy hasn’t gotten the exorcist yet.
He knows he should.
~
I don't understand it either. Can anyone explain? It's nice to write a plot that is a mystery, as long as it isn't a mystery what your plot is.
Though I did enjoy my confusion. I am, after all, someone who has watched Callum Keith Rennie in Purple Toast more than twice. (I refuse to admit how *many* more, as that may be incriminating.)
I notice people have been writing a lot of wonderful stories, and passing on recs with vigor. Thank you!
Good news: the SO has finally agreed to collaborate with me on some fan fiction. I'm so happy! Smallville it is. A little homage to H.P. Lovecraft, we hope. I even got an okay to work the story (gen) into slash after it's finished, unless it goes into a zine. Woohoo!
Now if only we can agree on a Trigun plot... Even the SO loves Wolfwood.
Oh, and here's a drabble more of "Afterlife"
Afterlife
Bleak Interlude
by stungunbilly
JC wants to do a solo album.
He and Justin have been fighting for hours, and Billy is getting so angry, he doesn’t know which way to look, what to scream, what to break first. There are appearances to be kept up, there are contracts to renegotiate, and through meeting after boring meeting he listens to Joe talk about the Old Days like Eden is gone and will never come again.
Jenifur is on the rocks, finally, and even the critical acclaim over Billy’s original guitar work didn’t make the album sell. It doesn’t help that Billy has been handing out free bootlegs on the Internet. Nobody at the record company is saying “lawsuit”, but his bandmates are making the sign of the evil eye when he shows up for practice.
The evil eye sign never works on Joe, and Billy is worried because he’s sort of glad. He and JC are still meeting when they can, but it gets hard, having nobody to talk to on tour. Joe has taken to being funny and interesting again, and Billy hasn’t gotten the exorcist yet.
He knows he should.
~
