Bwahahah. (I'm saying that very often recently.)

Just like burninate, pastede on yay (ok, everybody and their brother's boyfriend's mother's godfather's goldfish are saying that often recently), stabnation, gnah or gigglesnort. Hurray for neologisms.

That's not the reason I'm posting, though. The reason why I'm posting now is that I found a well-written and intelligent article on slash fiction, including nifty links (ok, the standard, but still) - on the website of the Protestant Press Service via frogspace's journal. Bwahahah. That's right, protestant as in protestant church. When I was preparing for my confirmation, they tought us about AIDS and how to use condoms, so I shouldn't be so surprised, but I am.
It's in German, though, so this time, my English-speaking friends miss out on the fun. I promise not to translate the neologism part, in exchange. ;) I'll translate my favorite line, though.
For example, the Star Wars prequel The Phantom Menace, that even the most avid fans consider subcomplex to put it mildly, has inspired brilliant slash epics about the Jedi knights depicted by Liam Neeson and Ewan McGregor.

Which is the point where I have to admit that I have 'shipped Qui-Gon and Obi-wan at a time when I didn't even know what slash was, or that it existed at all.

*coughduckgotosleep*

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( Höchst beeindruckend. )

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Random Ranting XIV

And why was I awake at three am this morning? Because, rather unexpectedly, a plotbunny named Erundur (yes, him. Remember Erundur? Little Númenorean guy? Showed up sometime in January?) dug his fangs into my foot when I went to bed, which made me turn on the computer again and write 12 damn pages before finally being able to sleep. If he does that again, I'm not going to pity his end anymore, I swear.
I don't know whether damn Erundur will get his own story (which is likely) or have his story included to Muriel's story (which was what I planned, but I haven't worked on that since December). Oh well.

Geeky grammar problem: If you have to split "Ilúvatar" (the word, that is) in two because the line ends, where do you put the hyphen? According to the rules of English (and German, for that matter) syllabic division, it should be "Ilú-vatar" due to the Maximum Onset Principle; but since the name actually is a blend of ilúvë and atar and it's Quenya, not English, anyway, morphologically it should be "Ilúv-atar", but that looks and feels weird.
Dammit, it's an English text. I'll stick to English rules.
Yes, I know there's such a thing as hyphenless justification, but where's the fun in that?

Going to see the musical Cats tonight with my parents and brother and grandma and cousin. I've never seen it before, only know lots of the songs, of course. Unfortunately, it's a German performance, which, by default, will spoil the songs. But it still should be good.

Better than Catwoman, undoubtedly. That movie isn't even running yet, but I'm already biased because whenever I see these horrible standees in cinemas, I just want to beat Halle Berry up. She looks as if she were just giving a blowjob to some guy they cut out of the picture absolutely revolting with this half-open mouth and these bulging, upturned eyes. Yargh. Honestly. I do appreciate pretty people of both sex in interesting poses and all, but there's nothing sexy about those standees.
I also want to beat up them robots on the I, Robot posters. If I were living in the I, Robot movieverse, I'd go mad being surrounded by robots with white, textureless faces, their chins pushed a bit too far so they wear that stupid, innocent, "I haven't done nothing" look in their blank eyes. Aaaaah.

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( Zusammenhangloses XIV )

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