This is my brain on crack!fic....
Oct. 12th, 2006 11:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vanillafluffySo basically, my ass has been in this chair for most of the last twelve hours. I'm drunk with the power of creation, and I'm lucky my neighbors haven't called the guys with the butterfly nets, considering how much I've been cackling.
It isn't quite done, but the end is in sight. So far, it has eight sections, and will probably end up being 2 or 3 sections longer, depending on the amount of exposition. The word count currently stands at a tidy 5500 words, so I project the completed total to be *around* 7000....
And, oh happy day, while I was flitting about on Wikipedia, I found a picture that will serve nicely as a cover or banner or whatever you want to call a picture at the top to suggest content. (Unless I find a better picture between now and then. We'll see.)
Yawn.
Meanwhile, I had a good time with the Winchester boys. Sure, there's no shortage of cheese, but gawd, it's *fun* cheese. Watching these two "in disguise" makes me wonder where they learned it---old eps of A-Team, maybe?
Guest casting was reminiscent:
The Sheriff -- A poor man's Wilfred Brimley (It was the moustache.)
The other hunter -- A poor man's Wesley Snipes (Come on, they were trying to evoke Blade, we all know it!)
Lenore -- I read somewhere that she used to be on something else, but *I* never saw her before, and I wasn't terribly impressed. Sorry.
I kept laughing my ass off at all the Silence of the Lambs references, but that's just me, because I'm *still* snarked at Dean for whaling on the Impala with a crowbar last week--you dumb shit, there is NO excuse for that!---and it gave me a total Clockwork Mexico flashback---chapter 21, where Kate goes postal on Eduardo: "You Philistine! That's a sixty-eight Shelby! You do -not- shoot Shelbys!" ---and the same goes for '67 Impalas!
Oh, and hey! I turned into the last little bit of Smallville for the first time in a couple seasons---OMGWTFBBQ?! When the *hell* did Lana start doing the nasty with Lex?! (Not that I blame her, but damn!)
Okay: tired, babbling---bed now!
It isn't quite done, but the end is in sight. So far, it has eight sections, and will probably end up being 2 or 3 sections longer, depending on the amount of exposition. The word count currently stands at a tidy 5500 words, so I project the completed total to be *around* 7000....
And, oh happy day, while I was flitting about on Wikipedia, I found a picture that will serve nicely as a cover or banner or whatever you want to call a picture at the top to suggest content. (Unless I find a better picture between now and then. We'll see.)
Yawn.
Meanwhile, I had a good time with the Winchester boys. Sure, there's no shortage of cheese, but gawd, it's *fun* cheese. Watching these two "in disguise" makes me wonder where they learned it---old eps of A-Team, maybe?
Guest casting was reminiscent:
The Sheriff -- A poor man's Wilfred Brimley (It was the moustache.)
The other hunter -- A poor man's Wesley Snipes (Come on, they were trying to evoke Blade, we all know it!)
Lenore -- I read somewhere that she used to be on something else, but *I* never saw her before, and I wasn't terribly impressed. Sorry.
I kept laughing my ass off at all the Silence of the Lambs references, but that's just me, because I'm *still* snarked at Dean for whaling on the Impala with a crowbar last week--you dumb shit, there is NO excuse for that!---and it gave me a total Clockwork Mexico flashback---chapter 21, where Kate goes postal on Eduardo: "You Philistine! That's a sixty-eight Shelby! You do -not- shoot Shelbys!" ---and the same goes for '67 Impalas!
Oh, and hey! I turned into the last little bit of Smallville for the first time in a couple seasons---OMGWTFBBQ?! When the *hell* did Lana start doing the nasty with Lex?! (Not that I blame her, but damn!)
Okay: tired, babbling---bed now!