May 7th, 2002

alone on a swing

Fanfic or Homework, THAT is the Question!

Fuck fuckity fuck fuck. I've been gnashing my teeth over this paper I've been writing (well, procrastinating over) tonight thinking it's due tomorrow, but I finally checked the due date and it's acutally due Thursday! Grr. But... yay! I can go to sleep now! Or read more fanfic with a clear conscious (except for, you know, the other four papers due this week and the little matter of all those readings I have to get through before finals). I also checked the suggested length and it's supposed to be longer than I thought. *sigh*

I have become absolutely addicted to Snape stories, by the way. I'm even reading complete drek. But I've also found some really good stuff! This one Hermione/Severus story comes to mind. Ah, and my OFC love interest for Snape is coming along nicely. Not TOO blatantly Mary Sue-ish, I hope. Hehehe. Um... this particular fanfic will never be written, so it's okay. Really. Oh, and I've been getting these really strange flashes of a Punk!Hermione with butchered dyed hair, sparkly dark nails, black lipstick, and a spiked collar (I'm picturing something like Rachael, codename Phoenix, from the X-Men spinoff team, Excalibur -- which was, appropriately, a British superhero team). Yes, I think it's time for me to stop reading the fanfic and go to sleep.
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alone on a swing

'Cause Tatsuya Ishida is the total jive, man!

What if someone else directed Spider-Man?
James Cameron. Green Goblin renamed G-1000, given special morphing powers. Spider-Man keeps saying, "I'll be back." And Mary Jane keeps saying, "I'll never let go."
Tim Burton. Title changed to Edward Spider-Hands. Winona Ryder as a goth Gwen Stacy. Climactic battle: Angry mob wielding pitchforks and torches calls for Spidey's head.
Quentin Tarantino. Set in the 70s. Peter Parker bitten by a psychedelic spider loaded with LSD. Samuel Jackson as jive-talking "J.J." Jameson, editor in chief at the Daily Brother.
Martin Scorsese: "Flash, are you talking to me? Are you talking to me? You must be talking to me, cuz there's no one else around."
Woody Allen. Peter Parker consults a shrink. Says he dresses up in colorful outfits and likes to go "swinging."

(Tatsuya Ishida wrote it, not me. He's cool. Go read Sinfest!)