You Know You're Into Star Wars When ...
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pronkerYou are watching Animal Planet's special on African warthogs and think, "K'Kruhk!"
Your Youngest takes Tae Kwon Do lessons and you think how much his gi looks like a little Jedi suit. And about how much purity he had in him, at age eleven. And about how pure he still is, as a senior in high school.
You read on starwars.com about planets and there is one called Alliga, with inhabitants who resemble alligators, and you groan, but go on reading anyway.
You realize that your Journal entry is written in second person, present tense, similar to what seems to be the current fic writing style. You remember the Anywhere But Here fics that you have read, beginning in 2005, and recall the hottest ones over on sithchicks.com. You still prefer Third Person Omniscient, because you like being Omniscient.
You decide that the Clone Wars cartooning style shouldn't be all that difficult to do, and flounder trying to draw recognizable heads that show expression and bodies that do not look like grasshoppers with the long legs and armor and boots and all; you go back to stick drawings, trying to get the flow of action and facial expressions wrapped up in a line or two. You still try, though. You take out a library book and read up on Paint program, which has been dropped from Vista but is still on XP, thank goodness. You do a funny little A/O drawing, complete with text and are proud fit to bust. Onward to posting in LJ, putting on the thinking cap .... NOW!
EAD: You are successful. You pronk and stott.
You join the Jedi Mistletoe fic exchange for Christmas, and have a litter of plot bunnies hopping into and out of your brain, all furry and cute, because they're genfic bunnies. No slash for this writing, although there are a number of slash bunnies in the next litter; [remarkably, rabbits can get pregnant while pregnant -- had this happen only once in fifteen years of raising them commercially. Their uteruses (uteri?) are two-horned, like many ungulates', each capable of supporting a litter, and the first litter of seven or so can be well and safely born when perhaps one week later whamo! along comes Litter Number Two. Well, Mama has only eight teats, so Litter Number Two, denied one week's nourishment that literally explodes them into furious growth, unless fostered to another Mama, perishes soon, and Mama either eats them or allows them to rot in the straw of the nest, because Mamas don't transport babies like carnivores do, so, . . yeah. . once was enough.] These are true adolescent male bunnies, rutting on anything that moves, whether it's their same species or not. You remember the young males in with the guinea pigs at the pet store and how those randy rabbits hopped on them as well as on the female rabbits. As well as on each other. Male rabbits, it's all true what you've heard tell ... You remember asking that the sexes be separated, warning the pet store owners that yes, 2 1/2 months is sexual maturity and at 3 months they can conceive, though it isn't a good idea for the young females to bear a litter; it can be detrimental to their health and even kill them, not to mention the little bunnies who aren't cared for properly by their too-immature mothers. So what does this have to do with Christmas? Nothing --- it's just a forerunner of an Easter story. You reserve the right to ramble in your own LJ. You think that the bunny story would make a fine Halloween thriller, and a sequel to your horror Vader fic is spawned ... and then there is the frozen pinkie rat story, brrrrr ... the baby-bird-crushing-by-its-own-parents ghoulish tale ... ick
You reread your long fic and find errors, not typos, but a few bellyflops (ow!) in continuity, and think about a sequel, but what is a sequel but undoing the first fic's conclusion? Must ponder. Also, on FFN's stats page, part sixty is a hugely read part, a dinner scene that must have touched some chord or other with readers; it's greater than the conclusion in readership ... why?
You have idly peppered your long fic with references to personal favorites, and sneakily, too:
It's A Gift, W. C. Fields' best movie
Come So Undone, fine SW fic (a completed one early after ROTS' release)
aloas equals saola spelled backwards, absolutely one of the most beautiful animals in the world, and supremely rare
ommane, padme, ommmmane, padme, ommmm ... ommmm bad, bad pun. You have shame.
ELFin Sprite, LOTR reference, the masterly Jackson trilogy that can only be matched if the Silmarillion is ever filmed, and what a movie that would be, you think, casting it in your mind with Jackman as the King of Gondolin, Gryffudd as Turin, and ScoobyDoo as the talking dog.
Beebar Nek, Egdim Reppiks, are Barbie and Ken, Midge and Skipper incognito
Palpatine seeing the "extended version" of his initial vision, just like Lucas redoing his saga ... oh ...
You attend a perfectly lovely choral recital in church featuring Il Trovatore's Anvil Chorus, and in the repeated line "io da" (Italian sp?) you hear "Yoda." You giggle and choke laughing, infecting your Youngest, who previously had been sitting beside you in the pew peacefully enjoying the fifty-member group. You have no shame.
Your Youngest takes Tae Kwon Do lessons and you think how much his gi looks like a little Jedi suit. And about how much purity he had in him, at age eleven. And about how pure he still is, as a senior in high school.
You read on starwars.com about planets and there is one called Alliga, with inhabitants who resemble alligators, and you groan, but go on reading anyway.
You realize that your Journal entry is written in second person, present tense, similar to what seems to be the current fic writing style. You remember the Anywhere But Here fics that you have read, beginning in 2005, and recall the hottest ones over on sithchicks.com. You still prefer Third Person Omniscient, because you like being Omniscient.
You decide that the Clone Wars cartooning style shouldn't be all that difficult to do, and flounder trying to draw recognizable heads that show expression and bodies that do not look like grasshoppers with the long legs and armor and boots and all; you go back to stick drawings, trying to get the flow of action and facial expressions wrapped up in a line or two. You still try, though. You take out a library book and read up on Paint program, which has been dropped from Vista but is still on XP, thank goodness. You do a funny little A/O drawing, complete with text and are proud fit to bust. Onward to posting in LJ, putting on the thinking cap .... NOW!
EAD: You are successful. You pronk and stott.
You join the Jedi Mistletoe fic exchange for Christmas, and have a litter of plot bunnies hopping into and out of your brain, all furry and cute, because they're genfic bunnies. No slash for this writing, although there are a number of slash bunnies in the next litter; [remarkably, rabbits can get pregnant while pregnant -- had this happen only once in fifteen years of raising them commercially. Their uteruses (uteri?) are two-horned, like many ungulates', each capable of supporting a litter, and the first litter of seven or so can be well and safely born when perhaps one week later whamo! along comes Litter Number Two. Well, Mama has only eight teats, so Litter Number Two, denied one week's nourishment that literally explodes them into furious growth, unless fostered to another Mama, perishes soon, and Mama either eats them or allows them to rot in the straw of the nest, because Mamas don't transport babies like carnivores do, so, . . yeah. . once was enough.] These are true adolescent male bunnies, rutting on anything that moves, whether it's their same species or not. You remember the young males in with the guinea pigs at the pet store and how those randy rabbits hopped on them as well as on the female rabbits. As well as on each other. Male rabbits, it's all true what you've heard tell ... You remember asking that the sexes be separated, warning the pet store owners that yes, 2 1/2 months is sexual maturity and at 3 months they can conceive, though it isn't a good idea for the young females to bear a litter; it can be detrimental to their health and even kill them, not to mention the little bunnies who aren't cared for properly by their too-immature mothers. So what does this have to do with Christmas? Nothing --- it's just a forerunner of an Easter story. You reserve the right to ramble in your own LJ. You think that the bunny story would make a fine Halloween thriller, and a sequel to your horror Vader fic is spawned ... and then there is the frozen pinkie rat story, brrrrr ... the baby-bird-crushing-by-its-own-parents ghoulish tale ... ick
You reread your long fic and find errors, not typos, but a few bellyflops (ow!) in continuity, and think about a sequel, but what is a sequel but undoing the first fic's conclusion? Must ponder. Also, on FFN's stats page, part sixty is a hugely read part, a dinner scene that must have touched some chord or other with readers; it's greater than the conclusion in readership ... why?
You have idly peppered your long fic with references to personal favorites, and sneakily, too:
It's A Gift, W. C. Fields' best movie
Come So Undone, fine SW fic (a completed one early after ROTS' release)
aloas equals saola spelled backwards, absolutely one of the most beautiful animals in the world, and supremely rare
ommane, padme, ommmmane, padme, ommmm ... ommmm bad, bad pun. You have shame.
ELFin Sprite, LOTR reference, the masterly Jackson trilogy that can only be matched if the Silmarillion is ever filmed, and what a movie that would be, you think, casting it in your mind with Jackman as the King of Gondolin, Gryffudd as Turin, and ScoobyDoo as the talking dog.
Beebar Nek, Egdim Reppiks, are Barbie and Ken, Midge and Skipper incognito
Palpatine seeing the "extended version" of his initial vision, just like Lucas redoing his saga ... oh ...
You attend a perfectly lovely choral recital in church featuring Il Trovatore's Anvil Chorus, and in the repeated line "io da" (Italian sp?) you hear "Yoda." You giggle and choke laughing, infecting your Youngest, who previously had been sitting beside you in the pew peacefully enjoying the fifty-member group. You have no shame.
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re: You Know You're Into Star Wars When ...
Date: 2007-10-29 04:14 pm (UTC)Re: You Know You're Into Star Wars When ...
Date: 2007-10-30 06:53 am (UTC)And then, "No, that's not exactly what I meant," says Anakin and then Padme, "That's probably true." LQANT: She's saying she's not beautiful, is that it? But she just said she was, in "It's only because I'm so in love with you."
Fave OT quote: "made the Kessel run in less than 12 parsecs."