So, my words were: crossovers, humour, ST:TOS:RPS, computer science, Sheppard's 11.
Crossovers, to me, are like jigsaw puzzles, where you're trying to fit two things together so that they line up correctly. There are a lot of things to consider, like voice, tone, world-building, character interactions, but when someone gets it right, it's delicious. I love seeing the way things match up, seeing how much work and love the authors put into it.
Writing crossovers can be tricky, but they're always rewarding (especially when you're scratching an itch), because you get to do something nifty and interesting and different. Two delicious tastes for the same price!
I keep meaning to do multiverse5000 every year, but I keep on forgetting to.
To be honest, I think I have a really strange sense of humor. I am easily amused, and I am always willing to go for the cheap shots. Cheap shots are both fun and easy and they allow you to say mean things about McDonald's.
I used to think I wasn't capable of writing humor, but the trick to it is to make yourself laugh. Fuck everyone else if they can't take a joke. This is also applicable to most genres of writing, I feel, and also probably much easier said than done.
I do think that humor is sort of denigrated as a 'low' form of entertainment, even in fandom. But I also think fandom doesn't take it seriously enough to look down on humor in the same way say, the Academy Awards does.
Okay, I admit it. I love stories about Shatner and Nimoy, because I have a kink for relationships that have history and affection, all that stuff that accumulates between people who've known each other too long and too well. It's the same reason I love TOS Kirk/Spock, especially movie-era Kirk/Spock. Shatner/Nimoy's like that with less melodrama and tragedy.
And man, I love how married they are (in a totally non-tinhatty way, I swear). In fact, this apparently was aired on national television (minus the hearts in the beginning):
C'mon. They even ship themselves. Anyway, here's some fic I've been meaning to post here, but have repeatedly forgotten to.
Title: Looking Through You
Word count: 1,600
Disclaimer: None of this is true in the slightest.
Summary: In which Leonard takes pictures of things, Bill sulks a little, and a cactus gets involved somehow.
Notes: This would be a much crappier story without the mad beta skillz of zulu. Warning: kind of disgustingly fluffy. Sorry. Takes place now-ish. Post ST XI, anyway.
( Looking Through You )
Title: In Haunted Attics
Word count: 655
Summary: Bill doesn't always get what he wants.
Notes: For the trek_rpf_kink prompt "What about unrequited Shatner?" Take that as your only warning.
( In Haunted Attics )
Title: How To Win Friends And Influence People
Word count: 2,025
Summary: Bill flirts with everyone. Leonard calls his bluff.
Notes: Written in response to this prompt in trek_rpf_kink. Porn, porn, and more porn.
( How To Win Friends And Influence People )
Computers are just fucking badass. I like them and the way they think and the way they do whatever I tell them to. I like the feel of making something, of looking back at a program and going, "Wow, that was sweet." I like knowing more about how computers perceive their world. I like knowing how computers can solve other problems. I like arguing with people over whether or not Ubuntu is a good Linux distro (it is), and whether or not P = NP (probably not). I like command lines and programming languages and algorithms and text editors and RAM and data structures, and so much of it is just so fucking amazing omg.
I think this means I'm a nerd.
Um, I haven't touched it in a while, and since I'm not feeling fannish about it at the moment... er, yeah.
Have started remixing! And I like my idea! Though I don't know how well it holds up in practice. I have about two pages of rambling at the moment.