Fog, and Nightmare Lines

[crowdog66]

Serious depression has rolled in like a fog and seems set to stay a while. George pointed out today that this has nothing to do with me or the outside quality of my life, any more than having arthritis pain does... but when the pain in question is in your mind, heart, and spirit, it's difficult to really absorb the truth of this.

Still laying flats on Star Wars: Republic... complicated little pages, lots of difficult shapes with no bounding lines where I'm having to make the call on where objects begin or end. Just the kind of work I need when my brain is broken. :-P

On the other hand, the Nightmare Lines thread over on GAFF is giving me the occasional smile. The point of the thread: "In the spirit of GAFF, here's a game modelled after the "Dark and Stormy Night" competition. Come up with a truly godawful nightmare line that you hope and pray you will never, ever see in a published fanfic. It can be any fandom, any genre. Then post it in this thread."

Some of my favorites so far:

Sarah and Katherine both squealed with glee as a glamorious Grissom entered the room, wearing nothing but gold sequin hot pants and body glitter, singing his rendition of "It's Raining Men"

Lord Voldemort sat in the armchair before the fire, sipping snake venom from a pewter goblet, and completely engrossed in "How to Win Friends and Influence People."

Harry, naked under the thin, white sheets of his lover's bed, rolled over and smiled at seeing Voldemort's eyes gleaming back at him. "Father..."

Anakin smiled to himself in secret pleasure as the astromech droid waited patiently. So many attachments, so little time!

Faramir groaned and let out a big, semeny belch.

Lex Luthor rolled over in the king-sized bed he shared with his alien lover Clark, his swollen, pregnant belly rippling with the half-breed child he would soon bear for his lover, just two weeks shy of their fabulous Kryptonian wedding.

Hee.

Comments

[matrixrefugee.livejournal.com]

Ugh. I hear you. I've been up and down that with my mother, especially trying to her my pressing desire to find a lover, which she just doesn't *get* because she's just about asexual.

[avari-elf.livejournal.com]

I know it sounds lame, but I do hope you'll be feeling better soon. I don't comment often, but you're one of the nicest persons on my friends list and on GAFF.

However, I do resent you for making me discover this sentence: Faramir groaned and let out a big, semeny belch. YUCK!

[crowdog66.livejournal.com]

Heh -- I'll put the lines under an LJ cut, then. ;-) Sorry about that. And thanks for the wordes of encouragement.

[elaryn.livejournal.com]

Anakin smiled to himself in secret pleasure as the astromech droid waited patiently. So many attachments, so little time!

I was tickled to death that you chose one of mine! ::emits soft squee::

And here's hoping the fog lifts soon. You are in my thoughts and prayers.

[ravyne-hawke.livejournal.com]

So sorry the depression has a grip on you Crow. But I do so understand how easily it rolls in and how long it tends to linger. I am here if you need someone to talk to about it! Those Nightmare Lines are to die for! I am still giggling over them. Hugs to you, my lovely friend!

[cockatiel-art.livejournal.com]

**Whacks the depression away for crow-joe, then reads over her shoulder and snickers with GAFF glee***

Ugh... Depression sucks roadkill through a rubber straw. I hope it fades soon, crow jow. **˙ugs**

[melligator.livejournal.com]

I've only made it through the first page and a half. As soon as the nausea calms down again, I'll give the rest a shot. Funny shit, but some serious squicking going on there!