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More ways to let your geek flag fly


Well, I've finally done it.  I've found a place to unleash my small store of fanfic on the world. 

If you happen to be interested in Jim Butcher's Dresden Files books (or me. . .hah hah!) you can take a look at my silliness here:

http://www.theninemuses.net/archive/user.php

There are all sorts of other people's work on the site too, and most of the stuff that I've read so far is quite high quality.

It's actually kind of a cool feeling to share, even though it's also embarrassing as all getout.  There were people on the site reading my stories before I had even finished posting them.  In fact I had to quit in the middle of posting the first one Thursday night about 10:30 so I could get some sleep, and I felt really bad for the 9 people who had read/were reading the first half of it already.  Okay, I also felt slightly drunk with power; rubbing my hands together and chortling madly to imagine their suffering at the unintentional cliffhanger.

A tiny taste of what Jim has said about torturing the Beta Fu folk with one chapter at a time.  Maybe that's what I need to help motivate my own writing:  someone to be pissed that I haven't written the next bit yet. 

Sub-Topical Filkiness

I feel I must state to begin with that the following piece of ridiculous music is not intended in any way as a slight on the recent (and IMHO excellent)  movie.  Beyond that I make neither apology nor explanation. 

HOT IRON 
To the tune of the original Spiderman theme song.
Lyrics by J.J. Robson 2008 

Iron Man, Iron Man, 
Does whatever an iron can. 
Flattens clothes, any size, 
Sets in stains, as he dries. 

Look out! Here comes the Iron Man! 


Thank yew!  Thany yew very much!

What do you do with an LJ account?

To be honest, I only  opened an LJ account because I thought that I needed one in order to post a comment on someone else's site.  Turns out I was probably wrong, but I went through the rigmarole already, so there's no point closing it out.  Plus I kinda like the name I picked.  I'm not really sure what to do with it, I'm usually the more taciturn sort. 

But I guess I can give it a whirl. 

The one thought that I had was that I could use this space to share my morally questionable habit of writing Filk songs with the world (or at least that unfortunate portion who happen to stumble across me here). To that end, I offer a sample. 

If you don't know what Filk songs are, you're probably better off. . . .  

Oh, okay.  The best definition I've ever heard of for Filk music is "Folk music for very narrow values of O."  We shamelessly steal the tunes from any source we choose - often other filk or folk songs - and make up our own words, usually on geeky subjects like gaming, computers, Star Wars/Trek, or the plots or settings of fantasy and SciFi novels and series that we like.  This one is a (n unnecessarily mean) reflection on my favorite weekend pastime:

Hack ‘n’ Slash or The Party from Hell By Jo Robson 2004 
To the tune of Billy Joel's Piano Man:

It's five o'clock on a Saturday, 
The last of the crowd saunters in.
There's a munchkin sittin' next to me, 
Holdin’ game notes right up to his chin. 
[Harmonica]
He says "Dude can you read me that treasure list 
Cause I’m not really sure how it goes, 
But that sword was so sweet, my collection’s complete, 
And I’ve got a new ring for my toes!" 
La da da... 

CHORUS: Run us a game, you’re the Dungeon Man, 
Run us a game tonight, 
Well we’re all in the mood for some hack ‘n’ slash, 
And you’ve got us monsters to fight!

Now John, that’s the ‘Bard’ is a friend of mine, 
Keeps secrets about his PC. 
With a mountain of paper for each covert caper,
But there’s no place that he’d rather be. 
He writes "here’s the next hit for my killing spree," 
As a grin rushes past on his face,
"For I’m sure I could find where the rubies are
If I could just ransack his place." 
[Harmonica]
And Paul is an Everquest crackhead 
Who never has time for his wife, 
And he’s talking with Tommy who still lives with mommy 
And never has bathed in his life. 
And the rogue/priest is practicing politics 
While the warriors drink Dwarven Ale. 
They’re all sharing a game filled with geekiness 
But it sure makes a grand fairy tale! 

Piano...[CHORUS] 

It’s a pretty good crowd on this Saturday
I give my new monster a trial 
Cause it’s blood and it’s gore makes ‘em come back for more 
And forget about life for a while. 
And the dice rolling sounds like a carnival, 
And the air smells like pretzels and ‘Dew 
And they follow their plan though they die to a man, 
And say let’s play on Sunday night too! 
La da da ...[CHORUS] 

-- You can tell how dated it is by the Everquest reference.  Nobody plays that old thing anymore, according to all my WOW addict friends. 

Later. . . Maybe

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