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You know what I want to do? I want to write a grand, epic story about a battle between good and evil and how the shades of gray start showing up the farther you get into war, about the destruction of innocence and the perseverance of hope, about friendship and love and sacrifice and betrayal on multiple sides, about destiny and fate and free will and choice and being chosen and never having a choice at all.

*sigh*

whoever said I was a little bit OCD was probably right. but only a teeny tiny bit.

This organizing streak has really, really got to stop. I went through my pictures file and organized everything, and I just did my music, which sucked mightily, and if I ever feel really insane I'll organize the files within the files, and if someone doesn't stop me I'll do my documents, which, no kidding, has stuff from, like, middle school there. I feel I should just back away slowly now, only it's not going to happen.

Or I could, you know, clean my room, but where's the fun in that?

ETA: Oh, great, the fact that I just resorted my music means that when screwing around in iTunes (which I don't do very often, since I use Windows Media to listen to music, but my iPod's hooked up to iTunes), I have to go and find every single song. Jeez, Bedlam, aren't you supposed to be smart or something? *bashes head into wall*

ETA2: At least it's easy to find now. If I remember what playlist the music's from.

ETA3: And then I realize that some of this music is not actually in my music folder. God, at least everything's in Windows Media so I can check to see where it actually is.

ETA4: And then, of course, seeing as I have a 4GB iPod mini, I'm constantly having to delete stuff off it so I can put new stuff on, so I get to go through my library and go, "Oh, what don't I listen to? Ever?" and then it tells me that I don't have enough room, so I have to delete more music. *rolls eyes* I want an 80GB. Right now. *taps foot impatiently*

PotC fic: "The Old Man of the Sea" (2/2)

( and the landscape of merry and desperate drought )

PotC fic: "The Old Man of the Sea" (1/2)

Title: The Old Man of the Sea
Author: bedlamsbard
Fandom: Pirates of the Caribbean
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: James Norrington/Tia Dalma
Warnings: Violence
Recipient: thegiantkiller
Request: "What would the world look like if all the oceans suddenly dried up? Focus on Norrington and/or Tia Dalma; Jack, Will & Liz peripheral at most."
Summary: ”Tell them about the day the sea died,” Tia Dalma says firmly. Post-DMC, AU. Slight spoilers for AWE.
Author’s Notes: With thanks to limmenel and cupiscent, who, amazing people that they are, betaed for me. For the apocalyptothon

( and Ye take mine honor from me if Ye take away the sea )