Goodbye LJ...

[windandwater]

This is just to make it official for those who don't know, but I'm leaving LJ completely. For the rest of this week at least. Tomorrow is the Bar Exam and it runs for three days, so don't expect to see me about at all until Thursday night. Or even until the weekend since I plan on spending Thursday after the Bar drunk and crying. No online time for me at all. *whines* It will be hard, but I know I can do it.

So, because I'm a total h0r like that, I am declaring this to be a spam post. Go ahead. Run wild! Give me fics, give me links, give me pics, just babble to your heart's content and rape my inbox so I have something to see when I finally DO come back to the wonderful world of LJ. I don't even care if you write me a drabble and post it one word at a time. XD;

Though, I've tried to make a spam post before and it failed a bit miserably, so I don't have very high expectations this time around. Feel free to prove me wrong though!

♥

Comments

Re: The Straight Line

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Duo: It's true, you know. Every problem can be fixed by sufficient amounts of alcohol and/or duct tape.
Mikkeneko: Traffic accidents. [still bitter...]
Duo: Easy. Duct tape.
Quatre: Bad coffee.
Duo: Add alcohol to it.
Heero: Nuclear war.
Duo: Duct-tape the missiles to their launch pads, and alcohol all around.
Wufei: Alcoholism.
Duo: Sufficient duct tape to seal the mouth, thus preventing the ingestion of alcohol.
Trowa: ...
Duo: Definitely alcohol. A couple of drinks in should get him going.
Quatre: [blushes] Trowa! How could you!
Trowa: ...!
Duo: Alternatively, you could tape him to the bed...

Re: The Straight Line

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

[In a room there are two desks and two chairs, back-to-back with each other. Heero sits at one with his laptop. Mikkeneko sits at the other with her computer.]
Heero: [takatakatakataka]
Mikkeneko: [typetypetypety]
[Mikkeneko takes a drink out of a soda can. Heero drinks from his mug of coffee.]
Mikkeneko: Hmmm. [typetypety]
Heero: Hn.
[Mikkeneko pushes her chair back on two legs and balances, folding her arms thoughtfully as she stares at her computer screen. The back of her chair bumps into Heero's. Heero spits out a mouthful of her hair.]
Heero: Gah!
Mikkeneko: Ah! I know!
[She thumps both chair legs back onto the ground and resumes typing.]
Heero: [glare]
Mikkeneko: [typetypetypetypetypetypetypetype --]
[Not to be outdone, Heero inches his chair even closer to the desk and leans forward towards the screen.]
Heero: [TAKATAKATAKATAKATAKATAKA]
Mikkeneko: Do you mind?
Heero: Hn!
Mikkeneko: [typetypetype]
Heero: [takatakatakataka]
[Mikkeneko drinks her soda.]
Mikkeneko: Ngh.
[Heero drinks his coffee.]
Heero: ...
[Mikkeneko begins to cackle maniacally.]
Heero: Shut up.
[Mikkeneko glares at the back of his head.]
Mikkeneko: ...baka.
Heero: [takatakatakatakataka]
Mikkeneko: Hm.
[silence]
Mikkeneko: [gulp]
Heero: [slurp]
Mikkeneko: [typetypetypety]
Heero: [takatakatakatakatak]
[Mikkeneko leaps to her feet, overturning the chair.]
Mikkeneko: Macs RULE! PC's DROOL!
Heero: Says you!

Re: The Straight Line

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Mikkeneko: Other people have muses. I should be so lucky. If I DO have a muse, it's managed to hide itself so well that I haven't even got a gender assigned to it. So, without evidence to the contrary, I'm forced to assume I don't have one. No, what I do have is stories. Stories that spawn somewhere in the deep recesses of my brain, and feed and grow until they are large enough to creep out into my subconscious and torment me mercilessly until I write them. OW! Ite! Knock it off, guys!
Junk: You haven't even started me yet!
Mikkeneko: I will, I promise...
Spoil: But people are asking after me...
Mikkeneko: Aaagh! Why did Aya have to post you, huh? Now people keep emailing me, wanting to know when the next part will be out...
Spoil: Which is why you should get to work.
Tenku: Oh, no, don't you dare! You're still in the middle of writing ME, remember?
Mikkeneko: [mutters] How could I forget?
Torn: Yeah, and what about my epilogue? Have you forgotten about that?
Mikkeneko: Look, kid, I actually FINISHED a series -- more or less -- so I don't want to hear YOU complaining. Unless you want me to completely rewrite your ending!
Torn: [sulks off muttering]
Break: We're not THAT bad, are we, Mikke? You love me, don't you? Don't you?
Mikkeneko: Not that bad? Hah! You come into my home, eat up all my potato chips, don't allow me a moment of peace... HEY! TEACHING HEERO! Get OUT of the liquor cabinet!
Specifications: Well, you can't deny that me and Ends of the Earth are patient, at least. I mean, you've had us in mind almost from the beginning, but you haven't set a single line to paper!
Mikkeneko: Maybe you're patient, but then, you're basically happy stories. Some of the stories are just EVIL. Stalking around mumbling to themselves and occasionally laughing maniacally... like Me and a Gun, for example!
Break: Well, whose fault is THAT? You were the one who made him evil!
Mikkeneko: I certainly didn't PLAN for him to be that evil. I just read too much of Phoenix's fics, and poof, there he was. And now I don't dare finish it, because I'm not certain what he'll do once he's complete, and --
Propinquity: Uh oh. Me and a Gun's got a knife.
Me&aG: WRITE ME, OR THE ENGLISH PAPER GETS IT!
Pocketful of Ashes: Mikke, ignore all of those shallow *happy* stories. Write me. Death. Angst. You know you want it!
Crosspaths: You're so mean!
Ashes: Stuff it, fluff-brain.
Spoil: Write me! Write me! Write me!
Mikkeneko: Go away. I have to do an English essay.
Spoil: You can do that later. Write me! Write me! Write me!
Mikkeneko: You are SO annoying, you know that?
Spoil: I sure do. C'moooonnnn, Mikke, write the next chapter!
Mikkeneko: No.
Spoil: Why NOT?
Mikkeneko: I don't like you! I don't see why other people like you!
Spoil: Aw, don't be like that! I'm a great story, aren't I? I've got plot! I've got epic drama! I've got snuggling! I've got bishie-torture! What is there not to like??
Mikkeneko: You're pushy.
Spoil: ... I'm shocked! I'm HURT! My God, what is this world coming to? Is our society so repressive, so conformist, that a young artist feels compelled to crush her own dreams? Dreams, nay, it's your very SPIRIT that you're repressing! Be warned, Mikkeneko! If you start repressing your own source of inspiration -- then what's next? Before you know it, you'll become a hollow shell, gray and lifeless as --
Mikkeneko: [beans Spoil over the head with a two-by-four] You're also melodramatic.
Distance: ...Alternate-Universe prima donnas...
Mikkeneko: So. Your vote, ladies and gentlemen. Which of these lovely stories should I attend to next?
Junk: Me!
Spoil: Me!
Tenku: Me!
Ashes: Me!
Junk: Imagine it, Mikkeneko -- sap, fluff... dare I even suggest it, *lemon...*
Spoil: But people are requesting me!
Tenku: No fair! You started me first!
Ashes: Life sucks, Mikke. Admit it. Write me.
Mikkeneko: Feedback, please! It keeps the old stories happy --
Break/Torn/Share/Straight: YEAH!
Mikkeneko: -- and it gives ME the energy to write the new ones, without having them get so bored wandering around inside my head that they start eating large pieces off my brain that I need for, say, video games. So. More feedback = Happy Mikkeneko = More Stories. Let them wander around in YOUR head for a while.

Re: The Straight Line

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

Mikkeneko: Other people have muses. I should be so lucky. If I DO have a muse, it's managed to hide itself so well that I haven't even got a gender assigned to it. So, without evidence to the contrary, I'm forced to assume I don't have one. No, what I do have is stories. Stories that spawn somewhere in the deep recesses of my brain, and feed and grow until they are large enough to creep out into my subconscious and torment me mercilessly until I write them. OW! Ite! Knock it off, guys!
Junk: You haven't even started me yet!
Mikkeneko: I will, I promise...
Spoil: But people are asking after me...
Mikkeneko: Aaagh! Why did Aya have to post you, huh? Now people keep emailing me, wanting to know when the next part will be out...
Spoil: Which is why you should get to work.
Tenku: Oh, no, don't you dare! You're still in the middle of writing ME, remember?
Mikkeneko: [mutters] How could I forget?
Torn: Yeah, and what about my epilogue? Have you forgotten about that?
Mikkeneko: Look, kid, I actually FINISHED a series -- more or less -- so I don't want to hear YOU complaining. Unless you want me to completely rewrite your ending!
Torn: [sulks off muttering]
Break: We're not THAT bad, are we, Mikke? You love me, don't you? Don't you?
Mikkeneko: Not that bad? Hah! You come into my home, eat up all my potato chips, don't allow me a moment of peace... HEY! TEACHING HEERO! Get OUT of the liquor cabinet!
Specifications: Well, you can't deny that me and Ends of the Earth are patient, at least. I mean, you've had us in mind almost from the beginning, but you haven't set a single line to paper!
Mikkeneko: Maybe you're patient, but then, you're basically happy stories. Some of the stories are just EVIL. Stalking around mumbling to themselves and occasionally laughing maniacally... like Me and a Gun, for example!
Break: Well, whose fault is THAT? You were the one who made him evil!
Mikkeneko: I certainly didn't PLAN for him to be that evil. I just read too much of Phoenix's fics, and poof, there he was. And now I don't dare finish it, because I'm not certain what he'll do once he's complete, and --
Propinquity: Uh oh. Me and a Gun's got a knife.
Me&aG: WRITE ME, OR THE ENGLISH PAPER GETS IT!
Pocketful of Ashes: Mikke, ignore all of those shallow *happy* stories. Write me. Death. Angst. You know you want it!
Crosspaths: You're so mean!
Ashes: Stuff it, fluff-brain.
Spoil: Write me! Write me! Write me!
Mikkeneko: Go away. I have to do an English essay.
Spoil: You can do that later. Write me! Write me! Write me!
Mikkeneko: You are SO annoying, you know that?
Spoil: I sure do. C'moooonnnn, Mikke, write the next chapter!
Mikkeneko: No.
Spoil: Why NOT?
Mikkeneko: I don't like you! I don't see why other people like you!
Spoil: Aw, don't be like that! I'm a great story, aren't I? I've got plot! I've got epic drama! I've got snuggling! I've got bishie-torture! What is there not to like??
Mikkeneko: You're pushy.
Spoil: ... I'm shocked! I'm HURT! My God, what is this world coming to? Is our society so repressive, so conformist, that a young artist feels compelled to crush her own dreams? Dreams, nay, it's your very SPIRIT that you're repressing! Be warned, Mikkeneko! If you start repressing your own source of inspiration -- then what's next? Before you know it, you'll become a hollow shell, gray and lifeless as --
Mikkeneko: [beans Spoil over the head with a two-by-four] You're also melodramatic.
Distance: ...Alternate-Universe prima donnas...
Mikkeneko: So. Your vote, ladies and gentlemen. Which of these lovely stories should I attend to next?
Junk: Me!
Spoil: Me!
Tenku: Me!
Ashes: Me!
Junk: Imagine it, Mikkeneko -- sap, fluff... dare I even suggest it, *lemon...*
Spoil: But people are requesting me!
Tenku: No fair! You started me first!
Ashes: Life sucks, Mikke. Admit it. Write me.
Mikkeneko: Feedback, please! It keeps the old stories happy --
Break/Torn/Share/Straight: YEAH!
Mikkeneko: -- and it gives ME the energy to write the new ones, without having them get so bored wandering around inside my head that they start eating large pieces off my brain that I need for, say, video games. So. More feedback = Happy Mikkeneko = More Stories. Let them wander around in YOUR head for a while.

Re: The Straight Line

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

[Mikkeneko sits at her computer desk, defiantly keeping her eyes on the screen as the annoying pests queue up to bother her.]
Trust Me: Come on, Mikke, it's a fanfic rite of passage. So you're a lemon writer! Congragulations!
Destination: But you don't even *have* lemon in you...
Trust Me: True, but two have gone before me! She has to complete the trilogy! It's gnostic balance!
Before I Wake: AHEM. I think that if we're talking about completing trilogies here, I believe that *I* have prior claim?
Trust Me: *scoff* Aw, who wants to read you anyway? You've got self-inserts and obscure mystical random knowledge. Nobody wants to read about Heero traversing the thirty-friggin-second path!
Before I Wake: But I also have angst, bishie-torture and snuggling. [smug] *And* I have angel wings.
Trust Me: ...
Destination: ...He's got a point. Okay, maybe she should work on you. I get the feeling I'll be relegated to the bottom of the pile as usual. *sigh*
Spoil of War: [smug grin] I'm everybody's favorite.
Mikkeneko: Not mine!
All: Hey! You aren't supposed to be listening!
Mikkeneko: Whoops, sorry. *goes back to computer*
On Desperate Ground: Everyone's favorite? Hah! How can that be, when you lack the quintessantial main character?
Before I Wake: You mean everybody loves Wufei.
On Desperate Ground: Of course! And since I am focused solely on Wufei...
Trust Me: [sniggers] Oh, man, you don't have a chance! Since when has Mikke written *anything* that doesn't have Duo in it?
Destination: Uh... never...
On Desperate Ground: Damn you!
Honey: [smiles evilly and says nothing]
Destination: [eyes Honey warily] You know, there's something about that guy I just don't like.
Spoil of War: Oh, hey, maybe it's the *gratuitous rape scenes and baseless character bastardization* that are the very definition of a bad fic?
Trust Me: [snorts] Oh, look who's talking about rape scenes.
Spoil of War: [offended] They aren't gratuitous!
Trust Me: Suuuuure.

Re: The Straight Line

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

[Mikkeneko sits at her computer desk, defiantly keeping her eyes on the screen as the annoying pests queue up to bother her.]
Trust Me: Come on, Mikke, it's a fanfic rite of passage. So you're a lemon writer! Congragulations!
Destination: But you don't even *have* lemon in you...
Trust Me: True, but two have gone before me! She has to complete the trilogy! It's gnostic balance!
Before I Wake: AHEM. I think that if we're talking about completing trilogies here, I believe that *I* have prior claim?
Trust Me: *scoff* Aw, who wants to read you anyway? You've got self-inserts and obscure mystical random knowledge. Nobody wants to read about Heero traversing the thirty-friggin-second path!
Before I Wake: But I also have angst, bishie-torture and snuggling. [smug] *And* I have angel wings.
Trust Me: ...
Destination: ...He's got a point. Okay, maybe she should work on you. I get the feeling I'll be relegated to the bottom of the pile as usual. *sigh*
Spoil of War: [smug grin] I'm everybody's favorite.
Mikkeneko: Not mine!
All: Hey! You aren't supposed to be listening!
Mikkeneko: Whoops, sorry. *goes back to computer*
On Desperate Ground: Everyone's favorite? Hah! How can that be, when you lack the quintessantial main character?
Before I Wake: You mean everybody loves Wufei.
On Desperate Ground: Of course! And since I am focused solely on Wufei...
Trust Me: [sniggers] Oh, man, you don't have a chance! Since when has Mikke written *anything* that doesn't have Duo in it?
Destination: Uh... never...
On Desperate Ground: Damn you!
Honey: [smiles evilly and says nothing]
Destination: [eyes Honey warily] You know, there's something about that guy I just don't like.
Spoil of War: Oh, hey, maybe it's the *gratuitous rape scenes and baseless character bastardization* that are the very definition of a bad fic?
Trust Me: [snorts] Oh, look who's talking about rape scenes.
Spoil of War: [offended] They aren't gratuitous!
Trust Me: Suuuuure.