Never Give a Compulsive a New Idea

Based on the highly-unscientific statistics of my f-list, do you think there would be any interest in an "Any companion, any era, any show Whoniverse-a-trois" ficathon? NOT to be set up now; that would only conflict with all the Christmas ones and 3_ships, but to be run during the post-holiday/between-show lull in February-ish?

Or to pull my brain out of the gutter long enough to breathe, a ficathon that just mandates crossovers between eras and/or shows? (I think I like that idea even better. Romana 1 and Ianto! Luke and Adric! Liz, Sarah Jane, and Ace!)

Dear Author

Dear author:

The fact that you couldn't get the chapters on your intricate politico-scientific-historical-conspiracy thriller to be longer than a page or two should have been your first clue that your plot was only half-baked.

Or maybe a quarter baked. Because the idea of hiding messages in DNA? Moderately interesting, in a *giggle*snort* way. But hiding messages about cycles that, by the time humanity (re)discovers DNA sequencing, will have repeated about four or five times? Um, hello? The reaction to The Great Big Fancy Coded Message shouldn't be "Le duh! We have been paying attention to recorded history, you know."

Signed,
Oh, please, is there anyone on this Earth who DOESN'T know that by now?




Dear Every Author Who Writes Conspiracy Thrillers, Ever:

Please to be knocking off the plots that hinge on the following premise: There is abstruse knowledge in the world. There is a hidden cabal that kills anyone getting close to the hidden knowledge. Therefore, the catalyst tells the protagonist "I have seven seconds left to live, so I'm going to pass on my abstruse knowledge in a crossword/sudoku/rebus/cross-stitch pattern/linguistic puzzle for you to figure out over the next 300 pages."

Because honestly? If you want to spike the wheels of hidden homicidal cabals, post the damn thing in plain English on your MySpace and watch them disappear in a puff of "Oh, god, I can't kill the whole Internet!" Or possibly laughter that they've been so crazy to believe whatever it was in the first place.

Special "Oh, PLEASE" award to plots based on the SuperSekrit Killer Klutzes deliberately posting codes and secrets just to prove they're unbreakable and then wetting their pants when somebody breaks it. (Yes, Bruce Willis movie who's name I've forgotten, I'm looking at you.) SuperSekrit things are not secret anymore when they've been in a major newspaper. Period. Even if you add the magic words "neener, neener, betcha can't figure this out."

Fic Rec - Someone finally wrote it!

ionlylurkhere has written me a 10/J/SJ fic! My preciousssss! Dynamic Equilibrium.

Just like a barbeque - sweet & spicy, with a little tiny bit of angst to balance.