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It is totally

ninamazing's birthday, y'all, so everyone should rush her all at once and pounce and scream happy birthday. Just saying.

Turns out updating with random stuff is harder when you haven't posted in a month or more and just posting I WANT MORE FROM ELENA'S STORY PLEEEEEEEASE will mostly result in YOU'RE BACK AND NOT DEAD CONGRATS.

Life's fine, work's fine, my scrambly brains are scrambly but fine, and I'm applying to grad school for next year, which everyone says is an insane thing to do with your life but since it was made clear to me (after it was made clear to, like, everyone else I knew) that grad school was to be My Destiny when I was about eighteen, it's really more like about damn time I stopped fucking around with trying to get a master's in Wales or whatever with no money and started getting one that I actually can get.

Anyway. I'm around the internet, all day erry day, you know how to reach me.

I have lots of Thinky-Thoughts on Once Upon a Time, Nikita, The Vampire Diaries, Revenge, Elementary, Dexter, Natasha Romanoff, and Steve Rogers, so do let me know if you are interested and it would be worth my time to write them down.

And now, back to budgeting my non-existent money into a functional grocery list, since I have no food and haven't for awhile, because I, like Tony Stark and I think Sherlock Holmes and probably other people RDJ has played, believe that I can sustain myself on coffee alone.

I actually do a damn good job of it.

Dixie
November 15, 1997 - July 14, 2012

Laughing and a running hey, hey
Skipping and a jumping
In the misty morning fog with
Our hearts thumping and you
My brown eyed girl,
You, my brown eyed girl.

Current Mood: sad

I have been through a whirlwind of a week. A lot good, and a lot of stuff stirred up and dumped upside down. I'm still processing some of it. But I think I'm moving forward, even if I can't see the fruits of it yet.

I have seen so much discussion of that father who made a video of shooting up his daughter's laptop, and so much apologism for violence towards children. I am out of words. I am simply so, so saddened that so many people are unable to see the difference between loving discipline and invasive controlling domination of not only a child's actions but her emotions, through means violent enough to horribly kill nine people if used that way.

I also may have a recap of "Dangerous Liaisons" to write up at some time, but all of the anger at the refusal to recognize controlling, isolating behavior as part of the spectrum of violence and domination combined with watching Damon try to make Elena's decisions for her and use force if necessary to stop her in the episode hit such a wrong note for me, at exactly the wrong time. Seeing some opinions online that him doing that showed how much he loves her makes me want to scream just that much more.

Despite our disappointments and heartaches, we have gone along with the program and accepted without challenge and critique the notion that love can exist n a context of domination. A feminist movement and many heartaches later, more women than ever before now know that love and domination do not go together-- that if one is present, the other will be absent.

--bell hooks, Communion: The Female Search for Love

So perhaps tomorrow I will have the words and energy to post my thoughts. I am far behind on a life update.

I love you all, my friends.

Hope you all are going to have a lovely new year's eve. I made no plans, so it's really no different than any other night, but I MIGHT stay up past ten tonight! Woohoo! And watch a movie or something.

Been busy on the internets doing a rebranding project the last few days. If it weren't for fandom, I swear I would live like it was 1915. I can barely handle the technological fact that I have a dishwasher; now I have to find out about Klout scores? (Mine's 22, btw. I keep staring at it, hoping I can bump it up overnight. Since 'social media' is kinda listed as a proficiency on my new-and-improved resume.) I started a new blog and an about.me page and have been working on my portfolio website and everything. This work makes me HATE. EVERYTHING.

So, naturally, to keep from focusing too much on hating everything (sat next to a privileged douchebag annoying fuck while working at Starbucks the other day who happens to be a drug-addled multibillionaire heir to an oil company; did not stab him like I wanted to) I think about how Vampire Diaries is coming back soon and all the ~Feelings~ I have about so many characters.

Especially Jenna. And my conspiracy theories.

( Spoilers for s2 finale and a little of s3. )

What is it, like five days til this show comes back? And the remnants of my sanity return?

So I suppose this is a bad time to admit to the internets at large that my childhood was not really defined by Harry Potter. I was never waiting for my Hogwarts letter. I don't feel like I'm at the end of an era. I'll see the movie, but I'm not lining up tonight.

I mean, not that I don't like Harry Potter. (Well, actually the boy himself is rather bland to me and I've been over the Reluctant Hero trope for a really long time, but the world is okay, and I always wanted to see all the teachers' backstories, because I bet those are hilarious and awesome. But then, I just like professors.) But I didn't read the books until after the fifth one came out, and I was about to start college, so I guess I had just turned fifteen or so.

I spent my childhood looking for closets with Narnia in them, or at least a decent secret tunnel with murder mysteries stretching back to the Underground Railroad. I was in the library, looking for the book that would have the Wizard's Oath in it. I climbed over walls looking for secret gardens, and I gave serious consideration to running away from home, not because I was unhappy but because that's when adventures happen to kids. I found out all I could about Egypt and Mesopotamia and Vikings, so that maybe I could be an archaeologist and unearth interesting things, like those kids in the Cooper Kids Adventures. I read lots of history so that when I found a way to travel in time, I would know where I was and what to do. I read science books so that I would know how to make explosions (for diversions!) and see if there was a way to find and use tesseracts.

But I never sat at home waiting for my Hogwarts letter to arrive.

Obviously, I never found Narnia; I can see into the walled garden across from my apartment and it's just a mess of weeds; the closest I ever got to finding a secret tunnel was the laundry chute in a friend's house; I found a lot of good books but never the Wizard's Oath; I never became an archaeologist or an astrophysicist. But somewhere along the way, I learned what turns out to be a hell of a lot of history and science and literature and vocabulary. I learned how to keep looking for my dreams even when my particular closet does not contain Narnia, and now I'm involved with some really cool publications and applying to a PhD program. And I've learned that even if it's not any of the other worlds I was looking for, this world has a lot of interesting stuff in it.

(Yes, I'm aware I'm starting to sound like Sarah Jane Smith.)

I'm too old for Hogwarts now. I'm probably too old for Narnia. It's likely the window of opportunity has passed to say the Oath. The only thing left now is probably getting picked up by the Doctor. But now I'm in the habit of going out and looking to see what new worlds I can find. I just have to keep my eyes open and my feet moving.

I've been listening to rap music for the past day or so (specifically, Aesop Rock, check "None Shall Pass" out on YouTube, they're pretty good with the attention to assonance and rhythm in use of lyrics, which is what I look for in rap. If it doesn't pay attention to poetic devices I don't muchsee the point.) because it is cathartic and soothes my weary brow, I don't know why. Sometimes I can even get more work done while listening to it.

But I'm wondering, is there any Shakespeare commentary type rap out there? I would so listen to it, if there were.

If you think I'm just being weird, look at it this way: any mainstream rapper who can rap about bitches-n-hos and starting some violence can DEFINITELY manage a Hamlet POV. Just sayin'.

In other news, my life continues to explode. To-do lists are supposed to get shorter when you cross things off. LOL.

OMG I HAVE TO MAKE MY FIRST TABLE OF DATA FOR WORK AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M DOING AND IT’S ALL A CONFUSING MESS AND I’M DELETING THE P VALUES AND IF THIS THING DOESN’T MAKE ME LOSE MY MIND I’LL PROBABLY POST IT HERE IN MY TRIUMPH. I made miso soup for hot brain food and since it’s instant it doesn’t taste as good, but I am shivering and feel drunk (in a not good way) and have to MAKE A TABLE HOSHIT.

However, fic has helped me today, so thank you, flist. More Than Kisses, Letters Mingle Souls is amazing and has telegrams in it! It’s about Polly Plummer and Digory Kirke, years after Magician’s Nephew, and has women’s suffrage and scones in it and everybody should read it. Also

orange_crushed’s Sherlock fic Precipitation is also so beautiful and well-written, and features Sherlock smiling and Sherlock/John domestic tiems, which is pretty much my favorite part of that series.

I want to write Geoffrey/Ellen fic (Slings & Arrows, which EVERYONE should watch) about them putting on Much Ado About Nothing, but I literally cannot handle any more WIPs, I can’t even handle the few I have now. I HAVE TABLES, people. But in the play, I believe it’s Benedick that says to Beatrice, “Thou and I are too wise to woo peaceably,” which is Geoffrey and Ellen all over; other characters remark that “if they were but a week married, they would talk themselves mad.”

(So since I’m totally not writing that, does anyone know if there’s room between seasons two and three for a Much Ado production? I know Geoffrey announced the lineup for the season Macbeth was performed and I don’t think that was on it, but for s3, it would be easy to fit it in as a play that ran before Lear started. ) (Goddammit. This fic is WAY down on my list, all, this show is over and I have no date of expiration on writing it.)

Alright. Time for more insta-miso and table editing.

EDIT: Oh, MAYBE my head feels funny because I found a discontinued-for-inefficacy headache pill in my purse and ate it this morning! It's always nice to remember these things.

Dragon*Con recaps woo!

Or, at least it is until I get bored and wander off to read/compile all my Humphrey Bogart movies into a playlist for later.

I went downtown to Dragon*Con on Saturday and Sunday, and it was my first time, and I had a lot of fun and I'm totally going back next year. I kinda even want to look into working, because I love being behind the scenes for things. Nina, maybe we both can write for the Daily Dragon next year? By that point I may even have my own Atlanta apartment with crash space for friends?

But back to this year's Con, which was great and I didn't expect to end with me hitchhiking in northern Atlanta at one o'clock in the morning. But we shall get to that later.

( ME'N MAH FRANS. )

( The panels. )

( SPECIAL REPORT: The Buffy and Angel Guest Extravaganza Panel. )

( And then it all ended in hitching a ride from Doraville after one am. )

(NOTE: Some of you have your pictures in here. For now this post is locked to my flist. hollywoodgrrl , ohviennaninamazing, do you mind if I make this post public?)

1) ANYBODY ELSE READY FOR TRUE BLOOD TO COME BACK? I am. But I keep seeing this main promotional image and thinking damn, Anna Paquin, must be awkward to have to pose like that with the boyfriend you have sex with anyway for all the world to see. You know? (Also, the pic is kinda hot. But I didn't say that. Because vampires = MOST OBVIOUS SEXUAL METAPHOR EVAR.)

2) In other news, I've been utterly devouring the Mary Russell series by Laurie R. King. Delightful new spin on Sherlock Holmes, as, years after his career on Baker Street, he meets a young woman in the Sussex downs that proves to be more than an equal in the business of deduction. The Beekeeper's Apprentice is the first, and wholly magnificent from beginning to end.

3) I keep seeing bumper stickers on people's cars that say '13.1' and I've even seen some for multiples like 26.2. Anybody know why this is and what this is about? (I also am very mildly curious who John Galt is or why a McCain/Palin sticker shows the owner in support of 'Mac 'n' Momma' but I suppose some things are just eternal mysteries.)

4) I miss research and Learning Things. So I'm thinking of starting a comm for short just-for-fun research projects- you know, the sort of topics you always felt like you wanted to take a look at while in class and never had the time? Still might not have the time, but would anybody have any interest in joining me? There used to be a real trend of Eccentrics and polymaths and people who were amateur experts in a host of topics and I think we should have a club and do that. Sound cool? (Serious Research Projects also invited to participate.) So let me know if you feel like watching or joining or doing that.

5) There's mint chocolate chip ice cream int he freezer and I am so going for it NOW. And I may start catching up on Ashes to Ashes tonight. WIN.

(My goal: to focus on happy things and keep my mind occupied and not on this failed job market or how my dreams of further education and moving to England are impossible. Check!)

Current Mood: recumbent
Current Music: Forest - Mirah

Okay, heard this on the radio the other day and immediately started shrieking and trying to lurch off the road. Thankfully, I failed, since it was during the traffic jam that happens before every class period on campus. I still got some interesting looks, though. I probably won't get around to finding it and making a fanvid. But I WANT to, which is what should count. (If anybody already has this song: *grabby hands*

The Boy With Two Hearts - by The Boy Least Likely To

Something grew out of nothing at all
The way things sometimes do
It grew so big that before I knew it
It had outgrown me and you
I am the boy with two hearts
I am the boy with two hearts
And there is only so far
I can be stretched before I come apart
I know I’m not much fun to be with
But you love me all the same
And some day hopefully I can just go back to being myself again
I am the boy with two hearts
I am the boy with two hearts
And there is only so far
I can be stretched before I come apart
I am the boy with two hearts
I am the boy with two hearts
And there is only so far
I can be stretched before I come apart

In other news, I am in the library studying/researching all day. I took off of work to I'd have enough time. I did at least an hour of editing!job work so I'd at least feel like I was making some money today. Bah. NEED MONEY GUYS. I need my stipend checks for the other editing jobs to come in, is what I need.

I dreamed up an idea for a perfect romantic comedy script. I have the whole intro storyboarded in my head. Only I don't have time to write it! Also I suck at scripts. This may be a problem, but I love the concept. You all will see it if it ever goes anywhere. There is a boy! And a girl! And they love each other and don't know it! ORIGINAL, I KNOW.

Current Mood: hungry
Current Music: Eddi Reader- Candyfloss

LJ is reworked! Yes, my computer is dying and my external hard drive is on its last legs after a suicide attempt in Canada, but LJ, at the very least, has a new layout and I come, full of Christmas bounty, bringing a veritable cornucopeia of goodness.

FIRST OFF:

visionrevision

visionrevision writers are encouraged to gather, get to know each other, and be inspired by writing prompts. It keeps those writing juices flowing like a well-roasted turkey!

SECONDLY:

I wrote an essay/blogpost thing about Twilight (book version) and it was the most popular pseudo-18th-century paper in my Brit Lit class. I know all of you are just thrilled with Twilight, so I thought I'd link it here. Oh, those books are unbelievable.

Because the Only Thing Hotter than Sex With Edward Cullen Is a Horny Blind Man with No Coordination And a Frozen Glass Dildo.

Have fun.

(Ohgodohgod I'm actually writing Twilight fic. Only because the whole setup with a girl + bloodthirsty vampire is classic, yes? Meyers just has no powers of writing ever and it's obvious her editor's day job is snorting coke off dead cops' asses for the carnal enjoyment of strange giraffe-hybrid men and this comes through in the text so I'm just doing a bit of... revising. Of themes and such. Because exploring take a look at this fucked-up shit is faaaar more interesting than Twooo Wuv wins forever, you know? Oh, God, somebody wtih actual shame, stop me.)

LASTLY:

I hope everyone who celebrated Christmas had a good one, and can confidently look forward to next year, knowing that life has a decent probability of looking pretty much the same. That's a little questionable right now, in my family. But the world is a beautiful place.

(But my flist? Is of terrifying length. Hm.)

Current Mood: busy

The Bond||Margaret Surnaite

I am alive, life is life, this too shall pass and all that fun stuff. Thanks, y'all, for all your lovely text messages and facebook messages and concern. It helps.

I haven't checked my flist in over a week. I miss you all, I miss LJ in general, but until I get all my shit together and finished this semester I can't get caught up in LJ, which distracts me to an incredible degree. Anyway, let me know what's up wiht you guys! I sent you a poem on Facebook,

ninamazing , did you see that? And

fiareynne ... just keep on being so hot and secksay. Heee.

Expect occasional updates, and probably a revamping of my LJ when the semester ends. I have links to add, and my profile to update, and my master music list to update so you can get some new tunes, and more fun stuff, I'm sure.

I love you all!

PS: ALSO TRUE BLOOD FINALE. DISCUSS.

PPS: I also got a new car, thank God. 2002 silver Honda Accord. YAY.

Current Mood: productive

My Blogspot blog is now officially up and running, and I've discovered the editing options don't allow for strikethroughs which saddens my heart. I did finally choose a topic, and a very large amount of thanks to you who voted in the poll, that helped me a lot (sort of! What I ended up choosing wasn't Officially A Topic, but I think it will be appreciated by all and sundry.)

First post can be found here.

After discovering that my traditional Christmas reads are becoming too numerous to handle in addition to the pile of books I've been saving for Christmas break, I've come to the staggering conclusion that 1) I will need to let go of some traditions; and 2) I enjoy re-reading things far more than reading them the first time.

(What are some of my traditional books? I hear you ask. Maybe. A Christmas Carol, Charles Dickens; Hogfather, Terry Pratchett; at least one of The Chronicles of Narnia, C.S. Lewis; and a couple others. That's the reduced list. Jane Eyre is more of a summer tradition, as are Robin McKinley's books, and the Thursday Next series by Jasper Fforde.)

I love re-reading books. I love having a book for a certain time of the year, for a certain part of my life. I love seeing a book at the library that I first read when I was eight years old and probably too young for it, and I can pick it up now and have that delicious first line again. ("When I was nine years old, I hid under a table and heard my sister kill a king." -Quest for a Maid, Frances Mary Hendry) I love having books that become part of me- they carve out a place inside that will never be quite whole until I read that book again.

When I first read a book, I read it so fast- I speed read naturally, and in a novel, I just want to know what happens, who lives, who gets together with who, and what really happened. (This confused the hell out of me the first time I read Robin McKinley's Rose Daughter- I couldn't figure it out: Is she inside the castle? Outside? Is there a castle at all? Where the hell's the Beast? Sweet pantheon, what is going on? But then on the third go-round I finally got it.) The second time I read the book, I discover what happened with the minor characters, what confusing parts of the plot I overlooked, and some of the jokes; I can start to appreciate the language at that point, because I already know what's happened.

The third re-reading, though... that one is the best. Finally I have a strong grasp on what's going on, I can cherish the style and language properly, I can appreciate the structure and devices... and that is when a book really becomes a piece of my heart: when it is as familiar and comforting as my favorite hoodie, and so new and sparkling and fantastic that I can be totally delighted with every page. When I'm not reading for mere information and plot anymore, but I can feel the love and despair of the characters, and truly experience the wiggles of suspense in my tummy, waiting for the next event.

I can't wait to finish reading Elizabeth Peters' Amelia Peabody series so I can begin reading those again, and falling in love with Amelia and Emerson and Ramses and Nefret again. I read Joann Sfar and Emmanuel Guibert's graphic novella The Professor's Daughter again tonight, and realized what an utter gem this book is- Victorians, and mummies, and kidnappings, and Egyptology, and Queen Victoria getting tossed in the Thames- all told through completely beautiful watercolor illustrations. I would absolutely adore the chance to read George Eliot's Middlemarch a second time; I had to read it quickly for school, but while the plot and narrative was extremely slow-paced, the characters and the quirky observations were so fascinating and wonderful.

I won't get to read all that I want to before school starts again. I probably won't read The Woman in White by Wilkie Collins, and the chances of me finishing Michael Cox's The Meaning of Night are fairly slim, as well. I don't think I'll be able to hold out much longer on Lord of the Silent, the next book in the Amelia Peabody series for me to read, even though I am trying to save them. (Which is a lie, actually. The only reason I'm not reading it is because if I do I will lose interest in all other things, and I want to get other things read, too. SO! COMPLICATED!)

But the next thing I'm picking up, for sure, is the first book in The Chronicles of Narnia- The Magician's Nephew. Narnia was not the first nor the last series of books to get into my heart and stay there, but they have been some of the longest-lasting. I think I was seven when I first read them, and Narnia, in the way of imagination and joy, has been home to me ever since. I love the books, and their little illustrations, and the colored map of Narnia on the inside cover. I love the radio plays I have of them, and how something in me just leaps when I hear the theme music, and Douglas Gresham (C.S. Lewis' stepson) do the introduction. The Magician's Nephew is going to be the one I read this time, because I want that world- that beautiful, new world, sung into place by Aslan, and the adventures necessary to get there.

Because I love going on a good adventure- on one of my favorite adventures.

"This is a story about something that happened long ago when your grandfather was a child. It is a very important story because it shows how all the comings and goings between our own world and Narnia first began. In those days Mr Sherlock Holmes was still living in Baker Street and the Bastables were looking for treasure in Lewisham Road. In those days if you were a boy you had to wear a stiff Eton collar every day, and schools were usually nastier than now. But meals were nicer; and as for sweets, I won't tell you how cheap and good they were, because it would only make your mouth water in vain. And in those days there lived in London a girl called Polly Plummer."

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how is it even november already
My Dixie Doodlebug.
(no subject)
should auld acquaintance be forgot
pick a star on the dark horizon, and follow the light.
if you never had a day a snow cone couldn't fix.
"What, my dear Lady Disdain! Are you yet living?"
what does it look like, this orbital ball, from the fringes of the milky way.
swinging tales from trees, we could gather what we need.
and there is only so far i can be stretched before i come apart.
BACK AND BETTER THAN FIVE HOURS AGO
it's been one of those days for a lot of days now, but i don't really care, i'll just be myself
first blogger entry
reading and re-reading

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Entries tagged with rl

how is it even november already

My Dixie Doodlebug.

(no subject)

should auld acquaintance be forgot

pick a star on the dark horizon, and follow the light.

if you never had a day a snow cone couldn't fix.

"What, my dear Lady Disdain! Are you yet living?"

what does it look like, this orbital ball, from the fringes of the milky way.

swinging tales from trees, we could gather what we need.

and there is only so far i can be stretched before i come apart.

BACK AND BETTER THAN FIVE HOURS AGO

it's been one of those days for a lot of days now, but i don't really care, i'll just be myself

first blogger entry

reading and re-reading