Freddy Gets Fingers

*giggle* Oh the joy that is eating cookie dough and fruit roll-ups while watching horrible old horror movies. I love Freddy now.

Amusing moments:

"Can you read those titles?"
"Nope. It says Bleaaghhhrry On Elm Street."


"Clu GULAGER?"
"Bagoogles of fun!"


Movie: "Driver, that was my stop!"
"Yeah, but he's Freddy.."


"He looks like a little Willard!" --> of the kid Freddy's about to kill.


"Is nobody wondering when they went from city to desert?"
"I am. The audience is now baffled."


"You know, that's a really awful trick he's got."
"What, the whole collapsing thing?"
"Yeah, the whole collapsing and sucking everything in..."
"Heee. Sucking."
"Freddy sucks. And not in that way, Jag!"

"It's hell. Or Reno."

"Nightmares are no excuse for that!" (walking around nearly naked)

"Hey! Freddy's hand! the new crackerjack prize!"


"Okay, stop... grabbing his ass... please."


"Oooh, Freddy is sooo hitting on him."
Pause.
"Okay, now Freddy is so hitting on him."


"Oh, that's special."


And that's just the first fifteen minutes...

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Watching Candyman now. This is a very disturbing movie.

Blah blah. More training today. Stupid training. It didn't go too badly, except that the business seems to be one giant pyramid scheme / chain letter. It's very bizarre. I didn't realize there were professions where this was legalized... I dunno.

Heh. April now wants me to go back and do anthropology and study urban legends so I have to go around and do what Virginia Madsen's doing in Candyman. I dunno. I wouldn't be doing what she's doing like this... inviting .. ooh! There's Candyman! Wait... maybe not. It's just a random guy. Tony Todd is cool, but he's also very distinctive. Well I guess that's what we get when we go around in nasty slum places looking like a rich white woman... ah well.

Dum de do. White kitten's... I should use his name, Alan's doing much better. Gretchen's also lively, happy, running around, batting at my hand, eating my hair while she perches on my head when I'm asleep. It's so cute.

Getting back into writing original fiction again. Popped open my old hard drive, full of all these random stories that I'm afraid to look at because I'm sure they're going to be bad. I dunno... they can't be that bad. But I'm still afraid to look at them...

WOW.

That was deep.

Sorry... Tony Todd's voice just echoed through the living room, giving new life to the phrase 'deep base rumble.'

Anyway. Stories. I think I'm going to work on some of them tonight, as well as ... ooh. That's a nice coat. Um... as well as April's web page and my web page. I need to sort through my stories, figure out which I'm going to submit and what I'm going to do with the rest. I also should probably get a couple stories ready for submission... probably the gay vampire erotica. Which, dammit, will come from that other short, sweet thing I wrote about Michel and... I can't remember the other guy's name. There's enough darkfic out there about gay vampires that something sweet and kind and gentle and fuzzy should draw some attention at least.

I'm not sure what else to submit, though. I've got all these stories I've written... not sure which of them are decent or which... and not sure where to submit them. I guess... I dunno. I'll look through and see what I can do... I've got enough places to submit them. The trick is just getting up the courage to start this whole rigamarole again. It should help that I've had stuff published before. I just.. ugh. Self-esteem through the toilet, courage nonexistant. Ah well.

This is a creepy movie.

What else. Not much. Got another few reviews for the Matrix fanfic, one of which actually (scarily enough) looks like it was from an old school chum. Weirdness.

Not much else to talk about. New job is boring as all hell, but if it finances my pipe-dream Friesian farm, all well and good.

Ok. Back to coding and writing.

And making more icons.