I just realized that I don't have an area here for any non-DW fics I might write. I'm going to have to take care of that soon.
In the mean time, here's a little bit of something that I've been playing around with in my head for a few months, and which I've started slowly putting down in text. I'll be honest -- this is all that's written so far, and I may never get past this point with all the other things on my plate. But I thought I'd throw it out and see if it intrigues anyone. It has a title, but I don't want to reveal it at the moment. I will say that it is a post-HBP Harry Potter story.
Enjoy.
-- Bob

...that was mentioned some time back.
I can't find it in any of the threads I've searched, so
I suspect it vanished in a forum crash.
The fic in question had an organization known as
T.I.C.K.L.E., and either they or some other group
of bad guys were trying to get Harry and Hermione
together.
That's all I can remember. Any assistance will be
greatly appreciated.
-z

She asks me why,
I'm just a hairy guy.
She asks me why,
I'm just a hairy guy.
I'm hairy noon and night,
Hair that's a fright.
I'm hairy high and low,
Don't ask me why, don't know.
It's not for lack of bread, like the Grateful Dead, darlin',
Give me a head with hair,
Long beautiful hair,
Shining, gleaming, steaming, flaxen, waxen,
Give me down to there hair,
Shoulder length or longer,
Here, baby, there, momma, ev'rywhere, daddy, daddy,
Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair.
Flow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my hair.
I let it fly in the breeze and get caught in the trees,
Give a home to the fleas in my hair,
A home for fleas (yeah)
A hive for bees (yeah)
A nest for birds,
There ain't no words for the beauty, the splendor,
The wonder of my
Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair.
Flow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my hair.
I want it long, straight, curly, fuzzy,
Snaggy, shaggy, ratty, matty,
Oily, greasy, fleecy, shining,
Gleaming, steaming, flaxen, waxen,
Knotted, polka dotted, twisted, beaded, braided,
Powdered, flowered and confettied,
Bangled, tangled, spangled and spaghettied.
Oh say, can you see my eyes?
If you can then my hair's too short.
Down to here, down to there,
Down to there, down to where it stops by itself.
They'll be ga ga at the go go when they see me in my toga,
My toga made of blond, brilliantined, biblical hair.
My hair like Jesus wore it,
Hallelujah, I adore it,
Hallelujah; Mary loved her son, why don't my mother love me?
Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair.
Flow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my
Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair.
Flow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my
Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair.
Flow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my hair.
Hair that's a fright.
I'm hairy high and low,
Don't ask me why, don't know.
It's not for lack of bread, like the Grateful Dead, darlin',
Give me a head with hair,
Long beautiful hair,
Shining, gleaming, steaming, flaxen, waxen,
Give me down to there hair,
Shoulder length or longer,
Here, baby, there, momma, ev'rywhere, daddy, daddy,
Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair.
Flow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my hair.
I let it fly in the breeze and get caught in the trees,
Give a home to the fleas in my hair,
A home for fleas (yeah)
A hive for bees (yeah)
A nest for birds,
There ain't no words for the beauty, the splendor,
The wonder of my
Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair.
Flow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my hair.
I want it long, straight, curly, fuzzy,
Snaggy, shaggy, ratty, matty,
Oily, greasy, fleecy, shining,
Gleaming, steaming, flaxen, waxen,
Knotted, polka dotted, twisted, beaded, braided,
Powdered, flowered and confettied,
Bangled, tangled, spangled and spaghettied.
Oh say, can you see my eyes?
If you can then my hair's too short.
Down to here, down to there,
Down to there, down to where it stops by itself.
They'll be ga ga at the go go when they see me in my toga,
My toga made of blond, brilliantined, biblical hair.
My hair like Jesus wore it,
Hallelujah, I adore it,
Hallelujah; Mary loved her son, why don't my mother love me?
Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair.
Flow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my
Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair.
Flow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my
Hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair, hair.
Flow it, show it, long as God can grow it, my hair.
Hair, from the musical Hair
Another "utility" song, this one grows a full head of hair (shoulder length or longer) on everyone in the area of effect.
This is most useful for people recovering from chemotherapy, of course.
It also has the combat effect of (a) making helmets no longer fit properly, and (b) obscuring everyone's vision. ("Oh say, can you see my eyes? If you can then my hair's too short.") It also pisses off anyone who thinks men shouldn't wear their hair longer than a crewcut, as they suddenly have at least a shoulder-length bob...
-Rob Kelk
--
Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."

- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012

This just won't leave me alone. I came up with it while making dog biscuits today:
Hermione as a closet Counter-Strike junkie. I can just see her standing over a Death Eater's corpse and saying "J00 D34d, F00."
If someone wants to take this and run with it, be my guest. I do, however, reserve the right to use it myself some day.
-W, who has way too much time to think."Ah, great. More androids." "We're not androids, we're the Knight Sabers!" "Huh. Frederick's of Hollywood has a line of power armor out. Who knew?"Falling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in holes

Waiting for the sunset to come, people going home

Jump out from behind them and shoot them in the head

Now everybody dancing the dance of the dead

Good morning, Starshine,
The earth says hello.
You twinkle above us,
We twinkle below.
Good morning, Starshine,
You lead us along.
My love and me as we sing
Our early morning singing song.
Gliddy gloop gloopy
Nibby nabby noopy
La la la lo lo
Sabba sibby sabba
Nooby abba nabba
Le le lo lo
Dooby ooby walla
Nooby abba naba
Early morning singing song
Good morning, Starshine,
The earth says hello.
You twinkle above us,
We twinkle below.
Good morning, Starshine,
You lead us along.
My love and me as we sing
Our early morning singing song.
Gliddy gloop gloopy
Nibby nabby noopy
La la la lo lo
Sabba sibby sabba
Nooby abba nabba
Le le lo lo
Dooby ooby walla
Nooby abba naba
Early morning singing song
Good morning, Starshine,
There's love in your skies,
Reflecting the sunlight
In my lover's eyes.
Good morning, Starshine,
So happy to be
My love and me as we sing
Our early morning singing song...
Gliddy gloop gloopy
Nibby nabby noopy
La la la lo lo
Sabba sibby sabba
Nooby abba nabba
Le le lo lo
Dooby ooby walla
Nooby abba naba
Early morning singing song
Singing a song
Humming a song
Singing a song
Loving a song
Laughing a song
Singing a song
Sing the song
Song song song sing
Sing sing sing sing song
-- Donovan, Good Morning, Starshine (from the musical Hair)

-- Bob
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It's a "magical" land. I think "magical" is ancient Greek for "pain in the butt". -- Bun-Bun, Sluggy Freelance, 11/9/03

This made me laugh out lout multiple time. Contains profanity and innuedo, though not in the song.*********
There's no need to hear, I can shout you.

Over the top,
Nothin' standin' in my way, ooh
Nothin' anyone can say
Nothin' can stop me now
Gonna give it my best shot
Gonna make it over the top
So many people who
Sit and they laugh at fate
And then regret the chances
That they waste
I'm only human, too
Makin' the same mistakes
But give me half a chance
I'll show you what it takes
Across
The river deep, the mountain high
All that I want out of life's
On the other side
Over the top
Nothin' standin' in my way, ooh
Nothin' anyone can say
Nothin' can stop me now
Gonna give it my best shot
Gonna make it over the top
Some lucky people who
Reach out and touch a star
And never seem to think
They reach too far
One of the lucky few
That's who I wanna be
Makin' my dreams come true
Cause I believe in me
Success
Is nothin' but a state of mind
I know I'll never succeed
If I never try
Over the top
Nothin' standin' in my way, ooh
Nothin' anyone can say
Nothin' can stop me now
My heart keeps on tellin' me
Over and over
Gonna give it my best shot
Gonna make it over the top
I'm going over the top
Nothin' standin' in my way
On my way now
Nothin' anyone can say
Nothin gonna stop me now
Feel the fire burnin' hot
Feel it burnin'
Gonna give it my best shot
Gonna make it over the top
Gonna make it over the top
Over The Top, by Matsubara Miki, from the soundtrack to Dirty Pair: Project E.D.E.N.
I'm seeing two effects from this song. First, it cancels out any feelings that Doug can't do something, whether natural or imposed by a mind-controller. ("Nothin' standin' in my way, ... Nothin' anyone can say, Nothin' can stop me now")
Second, it gives Doug the magical equivalent of an adrenaline burst. In game terms, it gives him a +(something_noticeable_but_not_unbalancing) bonus to all rolls, as his improbability field goes "over the top".
These two together might be dangerous, if used in a situation where somebody needs to do something but Doug doesn't actually have the necessary skills... but it's a pretty-darned-useful combat song.
Of course, I'll Play for You transfers these bonuses from Doug to that song's target, instead.
(Bob, I'd appreciate a ruling on this one, since it's something that would come in handy during Blue Skies, Blue Water...)
-Rob Kelk
--
Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."

- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012

They were called Katyushas, but we called them Stalin's Organs
200 MM devastating fire
When streets hiss, and falling block, kisses desperate flesh
Stukas plunging, as skylines reform
Spreading madness, in the gun factory
Which had become something of a rallying point in the last few days
I can tell they fear us, by the way they fire
We infiltrate, we wade through hip-deep filth
And then we come at them from below
Now that your name has been changed, will any remember your name?
And why was I, so led away?
And what secret laid?
In the blood soaked block
On the fountain made...
Return, return, return
-GWAR, "Stalin's Organs"

Can see this one summoning up a Soviet BM-8 or BM-13 "Katyusha" rocket launcher, described in this Wikipedia article.
--The Twisted One
It's East European, it's West European/It's moving so fast it goes all the way 'round
--Shriekback "Fish Below the Ice"
"If you
wish to converse with me, define your
terms."

--Voltaire

Tinkering around with the idea of a megacrossover fic.. possibly one making use of Super Robot Wars as a launching point... Original Generation, though, to give it some sort of asemblance of a plot (I could do SRW Alpha, I suppose, but it already IS a megacrossover with a discrete plot.. and an end as of Alpha 3).
I've been trying to decide where to begin.. and finally was struck with the idea of sitting down and writing out character bios.. sort of as a writing exercise.. kinda like UF's BPGD.. Just so I have a grasp on the story's versions of various characters..

Has anyone else done this before? Idle curiosity...
- Grumpy Uncle Gearhead

Tried to save the trees
Bought a platsic bag
The bottom fell out
It was a piece of crap
Saw it on the tube
Bought it on the phone
Now you're home alone
It's a piece of crap
I tried to plug in it
I tried to turn it on
When I got it home
It was a piece of crap
Got it from a friend
On him you can depend
I found out in the end
It was a piece of crap
I'm trying to save the trees
I saw it on TV
They cut the forest down
To build a piece of crap
I went back to the store
They gave me four more
The guy told me at the door
It's a piece of crap
Piece of Crap, by Neil Young
Since this is a Neil Young song, the usual question gets revised to "What happens if Doug goofs and plays the song accidentally?" I'm thinking that every piece of technology in the area of effect that could malfunction would have a chance of malfunctioning.
In GURPS, that would be a roll against 18-(TL of the device); a failed roll means consult the appropriate Malfunction table. A catapault (TL2) would fail on 17 or 18, a Colt .45 (TL6) would fail on 13 or higher, a phaser (TL12) would fail on 7 or higher, and so on...
Anybody know of a song that Doug would be willing to play, that would give the same effect?
-Rob Kelk
--
Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."

- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012