Canon Wars - Posts

I'm glad there's not much pervy fanfiction about me. What's alarming is that what does exist features strongly with me shagging a man possessed by a demon. A man who tried to kill me. With a large pair of scissors.

No, I wouldn't forgive him, and no, I wouldn't let him use them on me in a sexual way. What is wrong with some people? Besides, I sent him, so he's gone now. Thank God.

Boy, setting up a large company from scratch is just great, huh guys?

Clearly with all this free time I have, we need to work in an alien invasion or something. I'm getting close to two hours of sleep a night as it is, can't have that.

Why isn't anyone yellow?

I feel I am adjusting rather well to these new circumstances. It is fascinating that the world could seem to small and so enormous at the same time. It is overwhelming at times. One must live in the moment, but that can be difficult when it seems the future might bring anything at any moment. Actually, I feel quite anxious, at times. Woke up in a bit of a panic last night.

Anyone want to go flying?

GaiusGaiusGaius!

You know what's cool?

Concerts.

Are so fucking cool.

In other words, who wants to go see MSI with me because I just won a couple of tickets.

[Yeah, he's settling into this life REAL well.]

I am a blind man and cannot see. And yet, I can write on this board. In complete sentences, no less, and with many kinds of punctuation. Freaky stuff. Don't hurt your brain trying to figure it out.

Call me Vitruvius. You can call me that because it is my name.

Judging by the smell of coffee, I think I have found an Internet cafe. The people are speaking English. Any help beyond that would be hot.

I think there's been some sort of mistake. I'm not Pippa Middleton; I'm Bela Talbot Winchester. I don't particularly care what the bloody black suits say, I'm very real, and I'd like to know where my husband and children are right now.

I just finished watching every episode of Power Rangers.

It's so, so weird to see myself as a fictional character. Even weirder to see how they just... wrote Zack, Jason and me out. At least Jason got to come back. Lucky guy.

I kind of like being a cop. I just have to keep reminding myself that I'm supernaturally strong now so I don't get accused of roughing people up. Also because that'd be douchey.

How very dare my reputation precede me. Just because I'm a swarthy fellow, and flirtatious? That does not mean I'm flirting with a direction in mind!

Oh, man, now that I own everything Oprah's done, I think I might make the O network into something awesome. Maybe shows that all start with the letter O. Maybe I'll make Dr. Phil do everything standing on his head.

Something awesome!

I should probably feel worse about using magic at work, but I don't. Oh well.

Popping into another reality and finding out that I'm bloody fictional, generally means that it's never too late to kill myself with alcoholic poisoning.

Right. I'd best get started on that, immediately.

Augh, I saw the cutest baby while I was out getting veggies at the farmer's market today. Iiiii want another baby, thanks lady. Zelda, you're awesome and all, but you're not little anymore!

Also, making babies? Sort of awesome.

This is probably not a good idea.

I just had a great idea! I'm going to have a get-to-know-you picnic in Central Park tomorrow. Anyone who wants to come can, I'll have enough food for everyone.

Meet me by Strawberry Fields!

Gaius is here!!!

What is going on? Anyone I know here?