Counting...

It's amazing, the difference between how I feel when I'm in a writerly mood and when I'm not. I'm sure it has something to do with overall energy, but when I'm on, just about anything seems worthy of being immortalized in print. For instance, in looking over the "If I Were..." meme, Toys came up with this thing on numbers that I've been trying to nag him to post on his own journal, but since he's being a big staller, this is the kind of typical stuff Toys's head barfs out daily:

(at local coffeehouse)
Toys: Why'd you pick number 8?
TDH: I like the shape, mostly.
Toys: It's kind of boring, though. Multiples of 2. Same goes for 9. Multiples of 3. Ho-hum. I were a number, I think I'd be "12."
TDH: Why 12?
Toys: Because there's something so solid about it, yet it's multilayered. It's a multiple of 4 and of 3.
TDH: I see. So it's solid because it's a multiple of 4?
Toys: Four is stable, but kind of too stable. Multiples of 2. It's kinda boring.
TDH: Like a table.
Toys: Yes, but ah, then there's the 3. Three seems mysterious, but it's an illusion. It's really in perfect balance.
TDH: You mean like a tripod or something.
Toys: Exactly. Add those two together and you get something fascinating. Twelve.
TDH: So your take on numbers is kind of a personality thing, or a numerology thing?
Toys: Kind of a personality thing. I mean, look at numbers like 5 or 7. Sharp and scary. Or the lower prime numbers like 11. Freaky. Like, what can you do with 11? But you know what's really freaky? Ten.
TDH: Ten?
Toys: The number 10. People think it's all rational and safe. Basis for our number system, right? But underneath it, there are two fives lurking, all pointy, like fours with something extra hanging off them. They're not divisible by anything. They're like guerillas. It's like, 10 looks like George Washington, but it really has a couple of Che Guaverezs hiding under it.
TDH: Like under a tent? With knives?
Toys: Exactly.

The Fingers Feel Like Typing

This is me writing some more because of the aforementioned "feeling like writing."

I signed up for a Spuffy Ficathon. Which is weird in one sense, because I feel that I've already experienced nearly every emotional possible with that pairing and am getting to the point where I'm ready to set it aside, particularly the excruiating longing-angst of S7, which I found nearly impossible to take at the time, so reading fic versions of it almost feel like self-punishment these days, especially when it's done very well, such as fer1213's fill-in-the-blank stuff, which so beautifully captures that dynamic that it's actually painful... yet somehow, I'm still reading. Perhaps it's the same impulse that makes me want to try to write Spuffy, as if by doing so I can exorcise something about it that still nags at me, or that somehow I'm going to come out the other side of the experience with a revealed inner knowledge. Wish I could explain it better than that, but I can't.

That was also a rec for fer1213's stuff, by the way, which is awesome.

Other recs, although I think most people reading this are likely to have already seen them: treacle_a's "Mortal Wounds" and paratti's post AtS final fic, which I only just discovered and feel like a ninny for not spotting earlier, since it's got about the best Illyria voice I've read yet. So all Illyria fans please apply themselves quickly and read.

Severe subject change: I've discovered, as with my 12" Buffy doll a couple years back who can wear select Barbie clothes, 12" Angel and Spike can wear select Ken clothes. I now have Angel in his Tai Chi workout togs, albeit my own version of them with dorky polyester nightclubber shirt. Spike gets a white jersey with a number on it, because it matches the one I have Buffy in. Why not? She's also dressed in a pretty horrible ensemble involving pink maribou fur, but I figure I can't dress her worse than that final season, so again, why not?