The Fearsome Wild Sea Slug
remember when a lot of us were obsessed with personifying computer programmes and websites?what are you even doing right now omg
well seeing that post about yahoo and tumblr made me continue looking through my blog to save the fics i’ve written (chronologically) xD
also now that i think about it
maybe i should write tumblr and yahoo fic
AHAHAHAHA /flies to the moon
remember when a lot of us were obsessed with personifying computer programmes and websites?
[I will leave this town just to sleep underneath your bed.]
The Takatsuki’s had gone to Kyoto for a family gathering. A member of the family was getting married, or celebrating their birthday or anniversary. Miyagi doesn’t remember the exact reason, but only because when Shinobu had told him, the boy had been stuttering so badly that he couldn’t even make out a whole sentence.
He was leaving on the eve of their anniversary.
Miyagi tries not to think of how he’d agonized over the choice of restaurant, and the new tie he’d bought his only-almost-an-adult lover. He knew, without even needing to doubt it, that Shinobu was more bothered by the arrangements than he could possibly think.
“It’s alright, Shinobu-chin. You’ll come back on the weekend, and we can celebrate then.”
The boy hadn’t looked convinced.
(And frankly, neither was Miyagi)
Shinobu had left in the morning, so Miyagi was, theoretically, looking forward to a dismal evening, consisting only of an empty apartment and an even emptier bed. He went through the day lazily, harassing Kamijou only once, and even then the assistant professor could barely understand his jab. He went home at his usual hour, finding the day lacking in brightness and life. He ate left overs, had a can or two (or three) of beer, and was about to fall to slumber, fully clothed, on his bed, when he noticed a bag lying at the foot of it.
And a certain terrorist, fast asleep in the middle.
(Shinobu would confess, later, that he’d bought a ticket back to Tokyo the minute they arrived, as he could not even face the fact that he would be sleeping in a completely different and empty bed that night, and for the rest of their stay)
Miyagi thought that he’d scold him for being so indecisive in the morning. Now, he slipped under the covers, and settled beside his lover with a relieved, satisfied sigh.
Yahoo is trying to buy tumblr. Reblog if you are against this!
Again, they’ve bought a bunch of other websites already, including Delicious and Flickr, and it seems that they closed many of them immediately after––do I need to tell you that we should all be concerned?
(And needless to say, I now feel extremely dirty simply for the fact that I have all but one of my emails with Yahoo.)
feels when very inspiration-inducing blogs follow my writing blog
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also guilt though aha lies down
McDonald’s Theory — What I Learned Building…
This is a fun article that I know I could internalize. My favorite quote:
The next time you have an idea rolling around in your head, find the courage to quiet your inner critic just long enough to get a piece of paper and a pen, then just start sketching it. “But I don’t have a long time for this!” you might think. Or, “The idea is probably stupid,” or, “Maybe I’ll go online and click around for—”
No. Shut up. Stop sabotaging yourself.
If you make art, stop and read this article. This is in-line with exactly what I’ve been saying about chasing a muse. When I’m stuck for musical ideas it’s usually because I leave too many options on the table. To have no boundary is what causes writer’s block, paralysis through analysis, or stalemate reactions for demanding an answer to something.
For example, if someone says to me “write a piece of music” then I’ll likely never come up with something interesting. But if the challenge was “write a piece of music using only 4 notes, between 1 and 2 minutes in length, only using legato arpeggios” then not only would it be more fun to see if I can conquer the obstacle, but the result would be easier on my mind to write, and a better musical piece as a result.
The reason why this McDonald’s Theory works too is because to say “pick a restaurant, any restaurant” is leaving too many options to capture our imagination. So the second someone suggests McDonalds’s then you’ve created a box or variable for other people to work inside of.
The only way you’re going to think outside the box is to first make the box.
multiple personas of Ly:
Lykaios Arcturus is the one who writes
Chen Procyon is the one who edits
Inu Ain is the one who’s on porn sites
Asou Sagitta is the one who farms
Gou Antlia is the one who’s an alien and plays computer games
(Special mention of Inukai Kumaki who lives in a ‘what if BL manga’ verse)
