February 14th, 2009

greetings, SG1:feretti

Creativity! Stuff! Lateness!

I posted a creative thing. It needed to be off my hard drive. Naturally I decided that the optimum time for posting, in terms of maximising one's readership etc etc, was to post at 3am on Valentine's Day morning. As one does. Feh, sod it. It is 11,000 words of a crossover between Doctor Who and The X-Files based on an unclaimed prompt from a ficathon I didn't take part in three months ago. No, I have no idea why either.
HERE: The Flexible Concept of Tomorrow, or Five Times Donna Noble Remembers Meeting That Bloke With The Stupid Name (and One Time She Doesn't)

I suck at titles. I'm sure I used to be good at them. Feh, sod it, Part II

I have to be up in six hours to talk to an Irish bloke called Vincent about fascia boards and skimming. My life is the ne plus ultra of excitement. And on Sunday I have to go up north and visit my parents. I need to write about the many ways in which Thursday was tremendous but maybe tomorrow. It needs links and playlists and I am knackered.

Oh, one last thing: this is a total shot in the dark but does anyone have a song called I Perceive Things by a Brooklyn singer-songwriter called Ish Marquez? I don't think he's signed, and I certainly can't find it on any iTunes or paid-for site. There's a torrent of demos but obviously that's completely naughty and I would never do that and the torrent is buggered. It's just that it's a completely *wonderful* song and it burns that I can't get my grubby mitts on it except by sparking up the hideous MySpace.