Thursday, August 22, 2002

Oh, and in the meantime ('cause I know you're all anxious for Saga-y goodness, though by "all" I mean "no one actually reads this, do they?"), checkit out: animated goodness, courtesy of Michele at RE.

I want Saaaaaaaam baaaaack... snifflepout.
Becky had too much free time at 2:06 AM

Thursday, August 15, 2002

It's... bad. It could be worse; it's not as bad as the original Kalin piece (which is odd, because that must have been written later. I'm sure of it.) but it's pretty awful. It's from back when Ocan was a goodguy. And Islana's father. (Don't. Ask. It was eighth grade; I sucked. What can I say?)
Becky had too much free time at 10:37 PM

Right, so here's a gem I just found in an old notebook. It was written around the end of ninth grade by me and Rachel. Sort of a precursor to the Lads, but before we found Fruvous, and with lots of references to Robotech instead. Also, for some reason, the tense keeps changing; sorry. All errors are from the original.

It's too bad this never got off the ground, sort of...

A long time ago, in a coffee shop far, far away...
MOVING ON....

"Oh, we are SO not calling this place the Squished Tomato."

"Fine, YOU think of a name."

"Is that a threat?" demanded Mercator. She crossed her arms. "Don't try me, 'kay? 'Cause I'll hit you in Florida."

"We're lighmonths from Florida, you dip!" SusanCoo snapped back. "And we an't have our grand opening tomorrow unless we have a name for the place."

"Coffee shop. It's a coffee shop."

There was a silence. SusanCoo folded her arms, too, but more like a napkin that's supposed to look like a bird, only it's just a napkin. That was not a run-on sentance. "You are such a vanilla pudding person."

"And do you have a good name, oh all-powerful SusanCoo?"

"Shut up, Wiener!"

There was a long moment of glaring and stares, which, if the special effects budge was higher, or existant, would have included red laser beams. "Look," Mercator said flatly, "the lease said SPF 41 when we got it. Now it's ours. SPF 42."

"And SPF means WHAT, exactly?" SusanCoo demanded shrilly, yet afully hostie. "It's MY nme anyway, smarty-elbows. I came up with it right before the story started. Credit where it's due!"

"Don't say that. We bought his place with a Visa."

"Oh... Yeah... Well, I say SDF means Some Dead Famouspeople."

There was another staring session. Then, "Ummmso," Mercator said. "Some famous dead people? Are you MENTAL?"

"I lost you three months ago when... No, wait. I mean, it'll attract a good clientele."

"Dead people??!!"

"They don't make a mess."

"Or pay!"

"So?"

"SO dead people don't pay!" Mercator snapped.

"But they'd be rich," SusanCoo protested.

"But dea people don't pay!!! Not even the rich ones! Not even the filthy rich dead ones!"

"Well," SusanCoo humphed, "at least they'd be grateful."

Mercator punched her in Florida. or would have, if they'd been on Earth, instead of a new, state-of-the-art floating space station/coffeeshop/carwash (yet not boring like DS9) anchored off of Guildford, a small planet int the vicinity of Betelgeuse. It was painted a violent shade of green, which was irrelevent because it was in space, and had eight lovely fully furnished levels. And two icky ones, but who's counting? Those are not run-on sentences! Recently purchaced by the heirs to the Macintosh Corporation, SusanCoo and W. Mercator the Skipping Woman (long story). They inherited 800 million bazillion trillion jillion altarian dollars when they blew up the MBI Corporation, and spent a thousdth of it on the picturesque space station, the Moving On. Better known to its crew of four as the SDF 42.

The SDF 42 is a lovely coffeeshop, bascially square, devided into four rooms: a kitchen, a stage, a bar and a pinball room, which fills up level two. Mercator has level one and SusanCoo has leven nine. An unfurnished level. ha ha.

"Hey!" SusanCoo yelled. "Just 'cause you're writing this one, don't think I can't get you in the next story! Keith Partridge and--"

Okay, FINE," Mercator snapped. "Same again, please."

Mercator has level one A and SusanCoo has the B half. Yes, SusanCoo, half AB. Levels three through six is guest rooms, empty now. Level seven is for piloting and has the crew's rooms. Level eight be dragons or something. Level nine is an attick. We think someoe's grandmother is in a box up there. And level ten is the carwash.

Enough exposition Mercator and SusanCoo sat in the bar, sipping Frappchinos. SusanCoo is short. Mercator is, too, but not so much. Because she's older, but not so much so.

"Ummmm, SusanCoo, do you ever worry about our crew?" Mercator asked cautiously.

"Nah. Lisa's in charge. She kicks ass!"

"No South Park. BUt.. But Minmay and Dana re awfully unsable. An Rick, well..." Mercator thought back to interviewing the staff which came with the SDF 41/Moving On. All four were nice, yet strangely one-dimensional. In appearance. Rick had big hair. So did Dana, but hers was like a blond helmet. No, not like; Dana's hair is a blond helmet. Where Ricks' kind of flips up. And Lisa is just kick-ass cool. Minmay whiines a lot.

"The SDF 41, huh?" Mercator had asked.

"YEp!" Rick grinned. "IT's cool, huh? Gee, I never noticed how shiny it as before..." He sounded distracted.

"Oh, Rick," Minmay said in her very girly voice. "If I gave up my career, we could look for shiny things together!"

"Uh, gee, Minmay--"

"No." Lisa interrupted. She took a possessive hold of Rick, and turned to Minmay "Paws off. Dont make me punch you in Florida."

"Enough injokes!" SusanCoo yelled.

"NEver!" Mercator yelleddefinatly, then calmly, "why is it called the SDF 41?"

"Gee, isn't it funny that the others all crashed? Hahahahahaha. Wait, why am I laughin? They did crash!" Dana exclaimed.

"We think the helmet hair effects her brain," Lisa whispered. "Actually, Rick crashed the first forty of them. Well, except number two."

Minmay began singing about loving a man. Mercator punched her in--

"NO!" SusanCoo hollered.

--in the ARM. Happy? Something, anyway.

"I am underwhelemed," Mercator said.

Now, a week later, they were merely whelmed. They sat, thinking, listening to Dana laugh and Minamy sing and Rich, who thought outloud to himself about stuff a lot.

"Thank god for Lisa," Mercator said.

"A-men, baby."

"And good luck to us and the SDF 42," she added.

"Do you think we have a chance?" SusanCoo asked in a a Jewish voice.

In the same voice, Mercator replied, "It would take a miracle. But let's have fun storming the castle."

TOTAL REFERENCES: (not counting Florida) 20

RATING: 2 1/2 stars

...I swear, that Lisa isn't the same Lisa from the Lads, really. SusanCoo was what we got from saying the name Suzaku too quickly; W. Mercator the Skipping Woman is a reference to Freakazoid's throwaway "...and Weina Mercator as the Hopping Woman." If I remember right, Rick, Dana, Minmay and Lisa are from various versions of Robotech. Maybe. The rest? I have no idea. Hope you enjoyed. Me, I found it surreal.
Becky had too much free time at 10:19 PM

Monday, August 12, 2002

Ah, well; I don't think anyone would notice if I hadn't just told everyone.
Becky had too much free time at 10:02 PM

Thursday, August 08, 2002

Well, at least I got the Lads story posted, right? *sigh*
Becky had too much free time at 1:41 PM

Tuesday, August 06, 2002

Ummmm... Yep. that's it.
Becky had too much free time at 3:01 PM

Monday, August 05, 2002

Saturday, August 03, 2002

I'm not sure how I'm going to write season three yet. It'll either involve heavy strings of flashbacks, or just being written in two seperate times. I'm really not sure which I want yet, because I'm not sure which character it's about yet. (That is, the character in the past or the one in the future, relative to seasons one and two.)

Hmm. Contemplate, contemplate.
Becky had too much free time at 6:53 PM

Actually, hang on; Season Two is less Romeo and Juliet, and more Fushigi Yugi. Whyzat, you ask? Because every time it looks like Cleran and Islana are going to live happily ever after, the Let's Fuck Things Up fairy shows up and, well, fucks things up. Either he freaks out or she does, or circumstances beyond their control cause things to go haywire. (yes, we've only seen one break up so far. There's more story left, folks. I'm just sayin'.)

They aren't as gratuitous as, say, Darien and Serena on Sailor Moon (or rather, not as arbitrary) and hopefully less annoying than Tomahome and Miaka, but still. I'm just sayin'.
Becky had too much free time at 4:02 AM

Y'know, for all it's not usually kosher for one to talk about how great one's self is, I must say that season two of the Saga rocks my socks, or whatever. It's something that I'm really and truly proud of. It's not the best thing ever, though it probably *is* the best thing I've written, and it leaves season one in the dust. Not even because my writing has improved drastically (which it has, I think) but because, well... Season one was About Kalin and That Was It. Completely with Gratuitious and Unnecessary Capital Letters. (I'm very tired, ok?)

And don't get me wrong; I loved Kalin. Still do. Otherwise I'd never have brought him back, ya dig? But the only real characters were Kalin, Riss and Taylin. There were other *people*, of course, but not real characters. You never learn anything about Elthis or Soran Candis. You get brief glimpses of them, but only when they're being evil. And they're evil far too often. There wasn't much story to season one, there was just... Romeo and Juliet, as portrayed by Kalin Malistar and Serissa Aleann. Which was my plan.

Season Two has many characters, though. Minor characters, even, who manage to still be *characters*, not just *charicatures*, if that makes sense. Jereh and Erolis spring to mind. Even Ocan is going to get some time being devoloped... Ok, so he'll still be pretty much Evil With A Capital E, but at least he'll get some screen time with it. And yes, there's the romance, and it still has vague Romeo and Juliet undertones, but it's not nearly to the extent of Season One. And there's an actual, y'know, *plot* plot to it, which is coming in to play in the next chapter.

Of course, it's a bitch and a half to write about the war and what's going on with it, but still. *Plot*. Heavy, man.

Bah. Don't mind me, I'm just babbling. But wow, man, characters....
Becky had too much free time at 3:58 AM