Fic Rush 48

All the time. Of course, it none of those are speaking to you right now, you can always start on a new one. ; )

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Story of my life :D

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I relate to this intimately. *sighs at pile of half-done tales*

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Or the whole lot are begging you to write them at the same time and you freeze in hopeless inability to write any of them like the proverbial carrot with the two donkeys. (Or maybe it was the donkey with the two carrots? It's getting late... :Lol:)

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I thought it was a monkey, a jar and a loaf of bread?

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Wha?! That sounds like the opening of a slightly dodgy joke. ;D

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Well, I can't comment on what the monkey may have been up to (there's also one with a wolf and a sheep and a boat, but that's a different story, and one version has a lettuce in it, too), but donkey an equal distance between two carrots/thingies of hay is the version I know. (To be halfway sensible for a moment. ;-D)

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lolmac

A monkey, a carrot, two donkeys and a loaf of bread walk into a bar . . .

. . . and MacGyver uses them all in a clever strategem to foil the Bad Guys who are using the bar as a hideout! Yes, that's it.

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Wait, you forgot the sheep in the boat!

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lolmac

The sheep is standing by with the boat ready to hand, and Mac uses it to escape.

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And the lettuce? Or did the donkey's already polish that off? Wait - an escape boat from a bar? Is this set in Venice?

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lolmac

London, I think. It's one of those dodgy bars near the waterfront.

The donkeys ate the lettuce.

The monkey had to be bribed with the jar of nuts.

The papers made hay of the entire situation.

Mac rescued the wolf before the Bad Guys killed it, and it will be released back into the wild. Meanwhile, there will be moments of Dramatic Tension, because the sheep isn't very happy with having a wolf on board.

Any other loose ends?

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The carrot with the two donkeys sounds like a very short story, not to mention hard on the carrot. :D

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I know, but when do carrots ever have it easy?

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Suffering is their lot in life... :D

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lolmac

Poor carrots.

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Aww... ;D

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juliet316

So many fics, so little time...

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juliet316

I may take a walk to clear my head in a bit.

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Sometimes that's the best thing you can do for a fic.

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I've just finished a bunch of yard work - darn that sunshine for only being today! I'm back and sloooowly chewing my way through a small action scene.

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Be glad of the sunshine! :-)

I walked into town this afternoon (only five minutes or so away) and it was so cold and windy, I got earache. I refuse to start putting my woolly hat on this early in the year, too.

I am... procrastinating till it's time for bed. Sorry. Will go write/edit something.

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Why are the chairs exploding? What did I miss while I was screencapping?

My cousin once sat our music teacher on a chair that broke. (Down went the teacher, his cup of tea, and my cousin, not knowing how to respond to the situation, decided just to carry on playing and ignore it all.) Does that help?

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I'm a little hazy on the chair-blowing-up thing too. I think it was intended as a one-off joke that got perpetuated, but I don't know what the original joke was, because it happened before I got here today. I just thought I would try to pretend to be current with what was going on in the comm, but it's hard when I'm, well, not.

Perhaps we should now switch to poisoned confetti?

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curuchamion.livejournal.com

AFAIK, there is or was somebody on the comm who has an inflatable chair. Beth turned that into a joke about blowing up chairs, and it sort of continued from there...

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Ah. That would also help explain how black beanbag chairs enter into it. Thanks.

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Thanks! It all makes sense now.

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lolmac

In fact,

studyofrunning originally started it, back during Round 9.

lullabymoon had posted:

I've managed about ~1000 words since this morning, in amongst research panics, blowing up my chair and nearly killing myself with a foot pump.

The chair was actually inflatable, but from there, we soon had Exploding Chairs. I thought it deserved a place in the Running Joke Annals.

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Just don't run the camera backwards, then the black inflatable chair EATS you. I've seen in on tv somewhere... it must be true.

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Thanks for the background! I think it is indeed part of official fic_rush lore now.

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I have finally come back!! You'd think my family didn't see me since February. Er. :)

So far, I've written about 1000 words but I'm going to delete about half of those. They're not working. :(

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lolmac

Lazy little suckers. *cracks whip* Get to work, words!

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Oooooh slave-driving words! I like that. ;)

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Welcome back! Glad your family was happy to see you, and 500 words that work sounds great to me. Deleting words is never fun, but can you pretend that the other 500 words were the slacker friends who just showed up to make a mess?

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Yes they did. They're worse than that. They're not even the slacker friends, they're the bad influence friends who lead the poor little nice words astray. Begone with you words!

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Delete! Delete!

Where are the Cybermen when you need them?

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Eating pie?

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Yum, pie.

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315 words... of something I'm not particularly supposed to be writing. What can I say?

There's tomorrow, isn't there? I shall go to bed and write in longhand, but not anything useful as such. :-)

Good luck to the night owls and those in other time zones!

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I firmly believe that all writing is good, even if it's not what you intended to write. Also, there is indeed tomorrow. Goodnight, and don't stay up too late writing longhand in bed (unless you want to).

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