Remix, and other sundries

Remix reveal, darlings! I can hereby declare that I wrote "Ways of Not Speaking (the Poetry in Motion Remix)", a remix of "Secrets, Lies and Guiness Pies", by gunderpants. And of course, likethesun2 was absolutely right. I promised a ficlet, and a ficlet she shall have.

It's been a good remix year, I think. I signed up because I haven't written a fic off my own bat since November 2006, and this is beginning to get to me; I mean, yes, depression fucked my brain up for three months, more or less, but I've been much better for almost three months since, and I want to write, I can write, I think, I just don't know why I haven't been able to. This way I haven't written anything truly original, but Remix kicked my arse into writing something. And that's good. I no longer hate the story as much as I did, but I can still see the bits in it which would have been better if I hadn't, er, written three quarters of it two hours before it was due. Even given that, the reason I had such difficulty with it is that well, I've already written this story. Remus, Tonks and Harry coping with Sirius's death - I did that with "Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds", and I guess the challenge, here, was not writing the original story again but not writing Lucy... again either. Which I couldn't do, because gunderpants' characterisation of Remus is not like mine, and it was great fun, getting him down. (Fanfiction of fanfiction, in a way.)

And so. And so, and so. In other news, I have so much work to do right now it sucks beyond the telling of it. I just can't be bothered, which is never a good sign (neither is not being able to write, come to think of it) but I can't, and thus, it is all staying resolutely undone. I would much rather play cricket and go to OULES. jacinthsong and I have been cast as, I believe, Guard #1 and Guard #2, but Maria outdoes us both as the feminine subconscious to foulds's Sherlock Holmes. I have this sense that Jon and Maria would make very good masculine and feminine sides of the same person. At least, this is what I was trying to explain to the assembled masses at the pub yesterday - we were celebrating me_ves_y_sufres's not-birthday, with fannish talk, the not-revelatory-for-anyone revelation that foreverdirt writes gay porn and, later, a prolonged argument that led to vampire_kitten proving right there and then, in the pub, that 0.999... = 1 - with a quite stunning lack of success.

Cricket on the Master's Field and then OULES, yes! I guess, in the meantime, I should go and attempt to read something about... what is it? Why we still need a language of thought and cannot all be happy bouncy intentional realists. My Mind tutor, I feel the need to point out, resembles no one so much as Sam Vimes - kuteki, who appeared like the Ghost of Christmas Past in last week's tute, agrees - and thus I am rather scared of him. Hence maybe doing some work is a good idea.

I'm unsure on the etiquette of re-posting my remix in my journal. Right now I think not; maybe later for the sake of completion.

Back to thoughts on mind, yes.