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Remixing
So, this is weird. I always have lots of angst about remixes, and it's usually because I can't find a story I can remix (I always do, it just takes me a while to find an angle). This year, it's been because my June was filled up with ficathons, and I knew I wouldn't have time to start looking at my remixee until July, which would be cutting it really close. So, June ficathons turned in, I turned to my remixees ficlist. And found a list of ten fics I could remix no problem, and four I really wanted to. And now I'm half done with the one I chose, and wondering if maybe I can do two remixes this year, because I've got some cool ideas I'd love to use. And I'm wondering wtf this is all about, because seriously--I'm never this far along at this point.

In other news, I've decided that "Question" by the Moody Blues would be a perfect song for a Doctor and Jack Harkness fanvid.

Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war?
'Cos when we stop and look around us,
There is nothing that we need,
In a world of persecution
That is burning in its greed.

Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door
Because the truth is hard to swallow
That's what the war of love is for

It's not the way that you say it
When you do those things to me
It's more the way that you mean it
When you tell me what will be

And when you stop and think about it
You won't believe it's true
That all the love you've been giving
Has all been meant for you.

I'm looking for someone to change my life,
I'm looking for a miracle in my life
And if you could see what it's done to me,
To lose the love I knew
Could safely lead me through.

Between the silence of the mountains,
And the crashing of the sea,
There lies a land I once lived in,
And she's waiting there for me,
But in the grey of the morning,
My mind becomes confused,
Between the dead and the sleeping,
And the road that I must choose.

I'm looking for someone to change my life,
I'm looking for a miracle in my life
And if you could see what it's done to me,
To lose the love I knew,
Could safely lead me to
The land that I once knew,
To learn as we grow old
The secrets of our soul.

It's not the way that you say it
When you do those things to me
It's more the way you really mean it
When you tell me what will be

Why do we never get an answer
When we're knocking at the door
With a thousand million questions
About hate and death and war?
'Cos when we stop and look around us,
There is nothing that we need,
In a world of persecution
That is burning in its greed.

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