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Today, instead of catching up on sleep, I wrote 3000+ words (SO FAR) for the following

merlin_ficathon prompt: "Merlin/Arthur, Merlin/Will, college roommates". It is easily the most gratuitous non-crack thing I've ever written. I'm in a different headspace when I write it, a little bit looser with style and characterization. It feels like I'm trying something different, even though I'm not really. In this one, Our Heroes are international students at Albion University in the dinky town of Worshire, Massachusetts. I've grafted Nimueh, Valiant, and Edwin on as Will's default gang. I dunno. Arthur plays Call of Duty when he's angry and Morgana has terrible taste in alcohol.

No texts or calls from Merlin, and Merlin wasn’t picking up his phone. Will wasn’t either. Arthur had to carry his bags to the third floor all by himself, which did not improve his mood. So he did what he always did when he was impotently angry: he played Call of Duty in special bonus zombie mode.

“Zombie-slaying mends a broken heart?” Morgana had asked him once when he and Sophie broke up. That was the weekend he played Call of Zombie Duty for an ungodly number of hours, taking breaks only to microwave the last of his Hot Pockets.

“No,” Arthur had replied. “But it’s good fun.”

Some people took walks to clear their heads, some people did yoga or wrote songs – Arthur liked to kill the undead. You know where you stand in that situation. You know who the enemies are (ZOMBIE NAZIS) and what you should do (BLOW THEM TO BITS), and the rest of your brain can shut down as your thumbs and instincts do the work, letting unimportant thoughts filter through you. And then, after that the important thoughts go too, but those were usually the thoughts that made him angry, so Arthur didn’t mind so much. He didn’t mind losing some important thoughts sometimes if it meant he could get some peace and quiet up in there.

I spent a fair amount of last weekend forcing Monty Python on my boyfriend, and in turn he forced the Marx brothers on me. Fun was had by all! Harpo Marx is a fox. I'm such a sucker for the people who don't say a lot, but say a lot. So, I am wondering two things:
1) is there Marx brothers fic?
2) how would it go if Karl were the fifth Marx brother? He would be a hell of a lot more interesting than Zeppo, that's for sure.

One of my final assignments is a statistical analysis on the feeling of belonging in a church congregation or, as I like to say, a statistical analysis on whether God loves you.

The flist has been freaking out over finals season, and here's my heavy, dramatic sigh about it: sometimes I don't know whether I want the semester to end or to be restarted.

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Oh, ugh, Call of Duty. ZOMBIE GAMES FREAK ME OUT. ESPECIALLY WHEN THEY'RE NAZIS.

I would not want to meet a Nazi zombie in a dark alley, that is sure.

Haha both my brothers are complete Call of Duty addicts, and I can so picture Arthur loving that game. I cannot wait to see more of this story!

XD My boyfriend and his friends are Call of Duty addicts. All my knowledge of Nazi zombies comes from them.

so, even though I have no time to write fic, it makes me feel really happy anyway that you have time to write fic and that you write delightful things like this :DDD oh video games! I love your characterization.

Karl would make a GREAT Marx brother, if the anecdotes from this biography you're reading are anything to go by.

<3 He probably would! His shtick would be his beard. He and Groucho have facial-hair-offs.

...well, now I know what my ex did when I broke up with him.

If you find Marx brothers fic, remember to share. Also, have you read The Groucho Letters?

*peers upwards* This Karl Marx biography you're reading wouldn't be the Francis Wheen one, would it?

I've never read The Groucho Letters, though I did read a few pages on his autobiography on Google books. Ya, it's the Francis Wheen one, which I first discovered on Google Books too.

Ahaha, I read that when I was fifteen and going through my property is theft phase! I can't remember any of it! Except that there was a Victorian personality quiz meme at the back, which made me imagine that all these Victorian intellectuals probably played 'which classical poet are you?' type games amongst each other, and got into very slow flame wars when they didn't like the results. (Well, I know they had flame wars, at the very least.)

It's pretty entertaining for a biography. The Victorian personality quiz is adorable. I went OH KARL so many times.

*makes note to reread*

I have immense amounts of respect for Wheen. Plus he is just so, so funny. I only realised recently, but he used to write the St Albion Parish News for Private Eye (it was a satirical spoof parish newsletter with Tony Blair as a trendy vicar. Er. Does the US contain such a creature as the trendy vicar? But I'm sure it must).

I've never heard of Wheen before, or a trendy vicar. As far as flanderized religious personages go, I think the US mostly recognizes the fire-and-brimstone apocalyptic preacher (whether in his own church, or standing on a crate in the subway), and also the Pope (in Star Wars emperor form). Are trendy vicars anything like Edward Norton's character from Keeping The Faith?

Aw. For some reason this is adorable, or I am just in a weird mood?

Perhaps both?

Well, the weird mood bit was true, but the adorable as well!

Yay!