OK, my dear Hobbit Posse, the tickets for RotK in September went on sale this past Saturday, and the center front orchestra seats are already sold out for Saturday night 9/11. We can still get side front orchestra seats, but I wouldn't wait past tomorrow to try to get those.
We can get much better seats for Friday night 9/10--they've only sold through the first 2 rows of center front orchestra, and row CC is still open, which may actually be a little too close, so we have a little more time to get tickets if choosing Friday--I'm keeping my eye on it.
So I'm emailing with some folks right now about who can't make Friday or Saturday. Let me know your preferences here, so we can make plans for getting tickets together or near each other on the same night. Info on the performance is here. There will probably be tickets available close to the concert date, as I got tickets the last 2 years much closer to the date, but you just wouldn't be sitting with us and as close.
The guest apartment in my building is available for rent that weekend if a few folks are coming from out of town and we need it.
Author: Bitterfig
Title: Inconstant Rose
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Morgana/Guinevere (Gwen)
Summary: Morgana and Gwen go to a nearby kingdom to visit Morgana’s dearest childhood friend, Roshannon. Morgana is distressed to discover that their bond is no longer what it once was.
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 1335
Rating: PG
Warnings: a bit of angst, a bit of sexual content highly romanticized.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator
( Inconstant Rose )
Scott is sick. He went to UHS after throwing up at work and was told that it's too soon to know what's wrong. We might still be lucky and have it be a rapidly passing stomach bug. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.
That probably means no Daisies tonight. I can't see dragging Scott out for the transportation. I wish, once again, that I could drive.
Illness in the house leaves me worried about my Yuletide fic (among all the other worries). I do at least have a completed draft. It's unbeta'd as of yet, but it's my third draft. I mainly worry that I'll be too sick to post when the archive finally does open. Well, that, and I worry about coming up with a title.
Illness in the house also has me fretting about the busy second half of the week. Cordelia is heavily invested in our plans coming to fruition. I hate the thought of disappointing her (and of having all three of us stuck in the house with no relief for five days!). Currently, we plan to have Thanksgiving with Scott's parents. Cordelia will spend Thursday night with her cousins. Friday is the family birthday party for our niece, and Scott and I will go up after he gets off work to attend and to retrieve Cordelia. Saturday is a potluck at ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
jss's place.
Author: Bitterfig
Title: The One Who Picks Up the Pieces
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Peter/Nathan
Summary: Set a couple years before the series begins. In an effort to please his family, Peter is attending law school. Desperately unhappy, he increasingly turns to alcohol for relief. Nathan discovers this and intervenes.
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 1584
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Incest. Alcohol abuse, some sexual content.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator
( The One Who Picks Up the Pieces )
I did hear back from the mods, which I didn't expect. Basically, the problem was my tone. Oh, and the mod who actually suspended me and deleted my posts didn't read far enough back--or ahead--to notice that the thread had been and continued to be way off-topic.
I honestly didn't realize that TWoP had a long history of being faily. It's a shame, because I really liked the SGU snark, as well as the recaps of Flash Forward. Oh, well.
Found on DW's Metafandom comm, An entry about naming muses and nicknaming fics, I have decided to open a discussion about the subject here on IJ.
Do y'all name your muses? Do you have nicknames for your fics?
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amusedI had to start again, because the stand mike wasn't working. It'd be fine if I had a desk, but with it on my lap in the back bedroom, I get echoes, and it picks up the ambient noise every time I shift position.
So I started...and realized quickly that the mike that connects to the jack on my laptop apparently picks up the broadcasts from the Catholic radio station whose tower is about a block away. While there's a certain irony in having the Catholic station ruining my attempt to record the NC-17 slash, I'm getting down to the wire here, and this is not helping.
Fortunately, I don't pick the station up after sundown, which still gives me a fair chunk of recording time. I've also ordered a USB headset mike that should get here on Wednesday. I kind of wish there were an adapter so I could use the jack mike at work, because my headset is crap.
So I am using this one because it is fun. :3 :3 ;3
Dear Muses,
Now that I'm starting on the Zero Princess Saga/Void Space Saga/Whatever the hell you want to call this series, Do not, I repeat, DO NOT, turn this into Viceroyverse done Kairi/Rinoa Style.
Please. I don't care how well it works, I don't care that it works on a multitude of levels. I don't care if it'd be cute (and about a quarter as creepy as Quistis/Kairi is!). I don't care if it makes a lot more sense than any other Kairi pairing in existence, Sora/Kairi included. But the Nonsense of Sora/Kairi is another show rant. Aaaanyway, no one would read it.
Even if it is a really good idea--
No. No. If you try and steer it in that direction, and we know that the one-sided Rinoa/Kairi in Braceletverse is enough, I will turn this brain around and write...umm...
I WILL MAKE US WRITE MPREG. SORA/KAIRI MPREG. HOW DO YOU LIKE THEM APPLES!?
No love,
Jordi.
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hungryWritten for femslash100.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.
Author: Bitterfig
Title: A Ray of Sunlight
Fandom: Historical
Pairing: Anne of Cleves/Katherine Howard
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Challenge #215: Light
( A Ray of Sunlight )
Author: Bitterfig
Title: Diamond In the Sky
Fandom: Runaways
Pairing: Nico/Karolina
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Challenge #215: Light
( Diamond In the Sky )
Author: Bitterfig
Title: Ready to Shine
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Monica/Camille
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Challenge #215: Light
( Ready to Shine )
Author: Bitterfig
Title: Jewel and Star
Fandom: Firefly/Serenity
Pairing: Kaylee/Inara
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG
Challenge #215: Light
( Jewel and Star )
1. I feel behind on fandom stuff, not least my f-lists. If you feel neglected, you're not imagining it.
2. Hello, sexism. And yet I'm totally tempted to install o_O
3. I don't need to run a ½-marathon - it's much more fun to read about ilanarama's marathons!
4. Without being able to say something intelligent about it, I'm extremely fascinated by the fact that I share virtual culture with people whose meatspace culture I don't share. Case in point: 100 Greatest Internet Videos In 3 Minutes. The music is obnoxious as hell, and I don't know all the clips. But the ones I do know are part of an internet culture I share with people from all over the world, but who's not a part of my meatspace culture. Know what I mean? Well, I'm fascinated.
5. I'm also endlessly fascinated with people who can do things with their bodies that I could never hope to do. Point: http://www.collegehumor.com/video:19036
6. Pollz! Poll #4614
Open to: All, results viewable to: All
Which impressed you most? (You get multiple choice, because I'm nice [and impressed] like that)
Drywall guy
2 (100.0%)
"Two receivers, two footballs" 1 (50.0%)
Ball machine guy 1 (50.0%)
Sign guy 0 (0.0%)
"One more time" 1 (50.0%)
Bell tower 2 (100.0%)
Car diver 1 (50.0%)
OT: Camping!fic?
According to my count of ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small}
announcements announcements [sic], InsaneJournal has had seven account sales in 2009 (the seventh was just announced).
I find that troubling, but am strangely adverse to mentioning it - because, I guess, I still feel grateful squeaky was so welcoming to us LJ refugees in 2007. At any rate, I get the impression IJ economics are either unstable, or squeaky wants a bigger personal profit out of the site. Which I can't say I blame him for; we all would like to be paid for our work. But I am questionable about the future of IJ.
The focus isn't very sharp in these pics, but the colors are so vivid I figured I'd show them to you anyway. We started on the east end of the lake, and we're going along the northern shore and are nearing the west end now. Across the lake from this picnic shelter you can sort of make out the opening of the south branch or fork of the lake.
( Following the kaleidoscope on the southern shore . . . )
Okay, I should have known better. But I was enjoying the SGU thread on TWoP, with all of the lovely snark. And I appreciated the fact that most of the posters seemed to get why having sex in someone else's body was skeevy, and why it's problematic that the black guy in SGU is yet another Angry Black Man.
( Seriously--I should have known better. )
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irritated1. Write down the names of 10 characters.
2. Write a fic of fifteen words or less for every prompt, using the characters determined by the numbers. Do NOT read the prompts before you do step 1.
1. Eli Sunday (There Will Be Blood)
2. Rose Tyler (Dr. Who)
3. Claire Bennett (Heroes)
4. Gwen (Merlin)
5. Kozue (Revolutionary Girl Utena)
6. Tohma (Gravitation)
7. Major Henry West (28 Days Later)
8. Donny aka the Bear Jew (Inglourious Basterds)
9. Tara (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)
10. Sansa Stark (A Song of Ice and Fire)
( 15 Words Meme )
Author: Bitterfig
Title: Validation
Fandom: Heroes
Pairing: Peter/Claude
Summary: Set during season 1. There was more to Peter than Claude was willing to see.
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 1185
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, violence, elements of D/s.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.
( Validation )
Happy Birthday to ![[info - personal]](http://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mererid who loves birds and the sea. We're about half way down to the far end of the lake. The park around the lake is called Buddy Attick Park--kind of a hobbity name, don't you think? This has been a stressful week, so I'm just going to float along with these Canada geese here. And I'm having a mug of almond milk, with a shot of amaretto and rose water as a thunder storm passes over outside, and Saki is lounging on the ottoman in front of me keeping guard. The rain's picked up, falling louder on the windows, so Tuxie has just dashed into his bunker behind the futon for safety, and Moo just wandered by wondering if she should be worried.
( A time to reflect . . . )
Author: Bitterfig
Title: To Hell With the Right Thing
Fandom: Mad Men
Character: Salvatore “Sal” Romano
Summary: Sal reflects on his lifelong discretion and where it’s gotten him.
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 519
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Some sexual content. Spoilers for season 3.
Author’s Note: Set after the season 3 episode “In the Wee Small Hours”.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.
( To Hell With the Right Thing )
There've been a couple of parenting challenges recently. The first and more easily resolved was our discovery that one of the little boys at Cordelia's table in class had been saying unspecified mean things to her. That came out when I was asking her why she didn't eat her snacks any more. She told me that her tummy hurt too much at snack time.
When pressed, she didn't want to talk about the details. Scott and I both tried, but she still thinks that not talking about things makes them less real. The lack of information limited our options when we talked to her teachers. She's now sitting at another table as part of a larger reshuffle, but watching and trying to see what happens with the little boy is about all the teachers can do. They can't talk to him without more information from Cordelia or another witness.
The second challenge is longer term and thornier-- The school sent home a note asking parents to talk to their children about race and about not making unkind comments relating to race. Cordelia is aware of race in a very vague way but not as much as she could be. I haven't wanted to scare her, and I still have my own issues with early training that race was never to be spoken of.
I'm not entirely sure how to explain race in a way that's both accurate and makes sense to a six year old. I need to do it, though. She and one of her best buddies (the home schooled black boy who lives down the block) made plans for her to *buy* him. I was appalled and had to explain to her why I was appalled. Cordelia found the idea of slavery sufficiently terrible that she denied that it ever happened. She doesn't want reality to include misery or malice.
I think that the plan may have owed some confused connection to the fact that the little boy is adopted. Cordelia said he wanted not to have to listen to his parents. She also said she can't tell him that their 'plans have melted' even though they have. I think she's a bit worried that he'll bring it up again and expect her to do something I've told her is wrong.
At any rate, I want to do this right so as to help Cordelia be a good human being who treats other people well. I want to do it without unnecessary trauma to her (or to anyone else). I just have to guess what's necessary.
I have a rough draft of my Yuletide fic. It's crap and just barely long enough, but I know what to do for the first rewrite. After I do that, I'll be looking for beta readers. With luck, I'll have the dratted thing done quickly so that I don't fret about it. Of course, I finished the draft Tuesday and haven't done anything more since.
I'm marking time until next week. The PT says that the exercise I've been doing should start to help after two weeks, in other words, some time around Monday. I think things are a little better, but it's hard to tell. I might just be wishing for it.
Title: Entangled
Fandom: Inkheart
Pairing: Dustfinger/Silvertongue
Summary: For hours Dustfinger had lain awake on the narrow bed, surrounded by towering boxes of books, hoping for and dreading Silvertongue’s arrival.
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 885
Rating: R
Warnings: Sexual content
Author’s Note: Set early on in Inkheart at Elinor’s house before Capricorn’s men arrive.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.
( Entangled )
This was the most popular choice in the poll, and funny enough, I haven't encountered yet a person who didn't like it, even when initially sceptical towards oatmeal or apples. (Well, unless they have allergies, of course.) I'm going to use °C and metric measurements for the recipe, but converters are easy to find online and also it's not one of those where you have to be super accurate, so that shouldn't be a problem.
What you need:
- oatmeal (I buy the 1 kg package which lasts for several meals)
- 2 to 3 apples
- sugar
- cinnamon
- a bar of butter (I use the 250 g bars -- you'll definitely need less than a pound)
- vanilla ice cream
and a greased baking pan, casserole dish, or similar (if it's fireproof and somewhat flat it'll work).
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Serve fresh out of the oven, in small bowls, with some ice cream on top. Makes for a nice hot-cold contrast. Oh, and you eat the cake with spoons.
Additional info:
- Makes you feel full extremely quickly. I've had huge people who are big eaters laugh in my face when I served them the "tiny" dish, only to see them declare defeat after their second bowl.
- The dough can be kept in the fridge to use it up later, and also works great as a muesli breakfast substitute.
You can't really mess up this one. Trust me.
Author: Bitterfig
Title: Unlucky
Fandom: Inkheart
Pairing: Mo/Dustfinger
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 200
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Author’s Note: Written for slashthedrabble prompt #230: Curse.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.
Unlucky
Mo never thought of his ability to read people and things out of books as a talent or a power. To him it was a curse. A curse that had cost him his wife and made him a hunted man, forever running to stay one step ahead of Capricorn.
Dustfinger was, even more than Mo, the victim of this curse, trapped in a strange world, away from all familiar things. Mo would have given anything to put things right, to read the fire-eater back home but he couldn’t. He read aloud from Inkheart until his throat was raw and he was so exhausted the words danced on the page.
Nothing happened. Dustfinger was still there.
“Use your powers, Silvertongue,” Dustfinger pleaded. “Send me back where I belong.”
“I’ve tried,” Mo croaked in his ruined voice, then he broke down. He wept for his lost wife, for his motherless child, for Dustfinger, displaced from all he knew and loved because of Mo.
Dustfinger took Mo in his arms, gently stroking his dark hair.
“I thought you were a powerful sorcerer who’d done this to me,” Dustfinger finally said. “You’re not, are you? You’re just as lost and unlucky as I am.”
From the Nov 18 Writer's Block prompt:
What (if any) books would you ban from a high school library? Are there certain subjects that you feel are inappropriate for teenagers regardless of literary merit?O_O
Looking up to the tree tops and seeing blue sky between brightly colored leaves is one of the joys of life.
( Bright stuff by the water. . . )
I got hired by Tim Horton's.
No, I did not move to Canada. Canada? Who's that?
But I did get hired. To the second place I applied to.
I start on Friday.
OMG OMG OMG.
Now, fast food is not my ideal employment situation. However, not being broke is my ideal situation!
BE EXCITED WITH ME, GUYS!
I HAVE GOOD NEWS!!!!
Also I kinda quit Nanowrimo. But that's not important! I have a job now.
OMG OMG YAY!Author: Bitterfig
Title: Father Figures
Fandom: Torchwood/Dr. Who
Character: Jack Harkness with mentions of the Doctor 9-11, Rose and team Torchwood.
Summary: Father figures tend to let their children down.
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 228
Rating: PG
Warning: Spoilers for Torchwood Season 2 and Children of Earth.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.
( Father Figures )
Author: Bitterfig
Title: Copperhead
Fandom: Crossover Revolutionary Girl Utena/Kill Bill
Pairing: Juri Arisugawa/Elle Driver
Summary: If the girl wanted to surrender her ego, to learn to live without pride, Elle was more than willing to accommodate her.
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Violence, suggested sex.
Author’s Note: Written for slashtheimage prompt #27.
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.
From the path, we're looking at a little peninsula that juts out from the place we started round the lake. The bright sea green color on the water is a layer of algae covering this shallow, still part of the lake.
( And a little further . . . )
Click to embiggen.
HAND OVR TEH KAMRA KORD NOW N NOBU-D GETZ HERT!!! K?
Saki: Yeah, you better do what Tuxie says, or he's gonna fuck up your face good!
Moo: Mmmmmmmm, box. I love my box. Yeahhhhh.
When he was a stray kitten outside my building, following his mom Moo around, Tuxie Tinuviel Proudfoot didn't let anyone touch him, or even approach him. But the very first part of indoor life that called to him was the dangling chord on my old camera. It was more fascinating than any old snake, or worm, or delicious mouse tail, or twig he had ever seen, and he found that a toy made from artificial fibers, unalloyed by any touch of the natural world, was what he craved most. Toilet paper rollers, crumpled up pieces of foil, plastic bags, may be the found objects most other indoor cats love most, but for Tuxie, it's the toy specially made for cats that fills him with glee. And lasers are this boy's best friend. Still, a chord dangling from a camera maintains a special place in his furry little heart.
Do you know of any video games ("with nice graphics" would be a bonus) where there's a transformation sequence of a MALE character where the camera pans lovingly and repeatedly over the guy's ass and bare chest for what feels like ten minutes? And he wears, I dunno, a thong and a few strings of strategically placed floss to cover his nipples.
You don't have to guess why I'm asking.
1) For anyone looking to buy a laptop or netbook, you may be interested in the results of this study which indicated Asus and Toshiba are the most reliable models, but that regardless of brand, 1 in 3 laptops fails to last 3 years. I wish they'd also done a study on desktops which are presumably less vulnerable to accidents. Aside from the fact that these expensive purchases are exceedingly unreliable, what most made me blanch was the idea of the monumental amount of waste being generated by so many short-lived machines.
2) In more optimistic news, health care costs may go down if successful vaccines are developed, and apparently there are a lot of major ones in the pipeline.
"Among other possible vaccines out in the coming years: herpes simplex, rheumatoid arthritis and a better seasonal influenza vaccine. A malaria vaccine -- a development that would revolutionize public health around the globe if successful -- could be on the market in the next several years."
3) When looking at the tags being used so far at the AO3, I got the immediate mental image of the classic comedy/tragedy masks (Angst! Humor!). However, I was also quite struck by how many stories are apparently carrying the humor tag – far, far more than for some other stories we commonly see like an AU or crossover. It's not that we rarely see funny stories in fandoms, but I rarely see stories advertised as such (whereas, by comparison, people label their stuff "crackfic" quite often). So I just thought I'd throw the question out there: what percentage of what you read or write would you consider to be a humor story?
I've been busy and exhausted. Dunno why I'm so tired, I just am. I slept most of my two days off away. I meant to write. Heck I meant to get to the library to borrow some of my suggested reading. Instead I made a cake for my sister, slept, and started a knitting project (which does take hours for me cause I keep starting and restarting it until I have something halfway decent on the sticks).
Somewhere I found the energy for reading posts and internet games. I responded to a few, but meh. I'm in a mopey tired mood for no reason. Hopefully this week at work won't be as hard as last weeks but since we're swinging into Christmas season I don't hold out a lot of hope.
I feel like my brain has been fried.
I'm in good spirits.
I don't clain a religion, but I love Christmas and everything about it. Especially the music. In fact, I like the holiday so much that I can't imagine not celebrating it. I don't claim a religious affiliation, but Christmas is fun.
Which is why I understand, but won't agree at all, with those Atheists who insist that Real Atheists don't celebrate Christmas.
First and foremost, "Real" Atheists don't believe in any deities or supernatural things (though I know of some that believe in the possibility of, oh, aliens and parallel universes), that's it. Second, the holiday itself has become more secular than sacred, so I'm sure that celebrating Christmas is perfectly safe for even the strongest of Atheists.
amusedOne of the local radio stations is playing Christmas music nonstop.
This makes me happy. I'm not sure why.
happyIt's exciting to see contributions surging into the Archive of Our Own now that open beta has begun. I have hopes for the archive being a one-stop, highly searchable site for all kinds of fan content. LJ and its clones may be really good blogging/interaction sites but they're lousy for actually finding things. And unlike the Buffyverse, SPN fandom is not rife with archives.
Speaking of one-stop shops for fannish content, in case others weren't aware of it, Clicker.com is a search engine for finding places to see TV content online. Just type in the show you want to see and it'll show what episodes are available and where. You can also create playlists.
I was boggled today when I read this article about men, women and power at work. Funny how the entire thing is written to demonstrate how men are merely well meaning but baffled and women are always at fault for creating problems at work. Case in point:
"“Men often seem to think (heroically) that they should be masters at the conversation–that they should know the ‘right’ things to say.” His advice to men and women: “Be more curious about each other and their experiences."
It's heroic to be self-centered and domineering in a conversation! Who knew?
"Meanwhile, women’s tendency to be super-serious (as men perceive them, at least) compounds the workplace dysfunction. “Women can make anything a chore,” a former Microsoft executive told me. “They’re too serious and don’t seem to understand that work is a game.”"
It's wrong to be serious about serious matters! Now there's a rather fitting explanation for why our economy's in the state it's in. I look forward to the way men will turn unemployment into a game.
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I used to watch "The Equalizer" every week. I loved Edward Woodward's character, who was a morally grey character that wasn't typical for the 1980's. Even though he was old enough to be my grandfather, I thought he had an incredibly sexy voice.
Years later, I saw the younger version of him in the original Wicker Man Despite the ridiculous campiness of the whole thing, I couldn't help feeling sorry for his rigid, uptight, clueless character in the end.
He was a damn good actor, and he'll be missed.
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sadI'm not doing Yuletide this year. This year's deadline falls right when we'll be getting ready for our trip, and I didn't think I was going to have the bandwidth to deal with writing fic in a fandom I don't usually write in for a strict deadline. But I kind of miss being a part of all of the excitement.
On the other hand, my Podbang is going along pretty well. I HATE Audacity, I really do. It's not easy to use--why in the hell can't you record over something, or stop and start without creating a new track?--and it crashes a lot and doesn't autosave. I'm about halfway through with 4 hours of recording, although a lot of that will need to be edited. Although I have limited times I can record, because of my wacky schedule, I can take my machine to work and edit on my lunch hour.
Everyone's very excited about AO3, and while I'm glad to see that it's in open beta at last, my two attempts to upload have been exercises in frustration. I still don't understand the tagging system--and yes, I have read zvi's post--but for me, having tags for genre and communities and specific elements of a fic all lumped into one cloud make it difficult to know how to tag my fic, and how to search for something I want. While I'm glad that the Archive is RPF-friendly, the design and implementation don't work very well for RPF. And I really don't like the warnings options, because they don't leave enough flexibility for the authors or provide clear, straightforward warnings for the readers. I may try again later, but right now, it's not working for me.
Author: Bitterfig
Title: Iris, Messenger of the Gods
Fandom: Firefly/Serenity
Pairing: Inara/Saffron
Summary: Set post-Serenity. Inara was delighted to gain the attention of Ariel’s progressive new Prime Minister, the mysterious Iris.
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 860
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mild sexual content.
Author’s Note: Written for grdnofevrythng’s femslash porn battle for the prompt “Firefly, Inara/Saffron, trade secrets.”
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.
Author: Bitterfig
Title: Tarnished Gold
Fandom: Revolutionary Girl Utena
Pairing: Touga/Nanami
Summary: Years after they have parted, Nanami writes her Big Brother a letter.
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 434
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Incest, sexual content.
Author’s Note: Written for the porn_battle prompt “Revolutionary Girl Utena, Touga/Nanami, don't leave me a witch.”
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.
The fandom chat will begin at 7 pm UTC in the AIM chatroom "fandomchat". If you can't make it at 7 pm yet, you're welcome to join us later. And please remember, you are welcome even if we'd never even heard about each other. You should be able to join the chatroom yourself, but if you have trouble getting in, leave a comment here or something.I plan to be there, hope to see you :o)
Author: Bitterfig
Title: Fully Integrated
Fandom: Fight Club
Threesome: Marla/Narrator/Tyler
Rating: R
Warnings: Sex, language.
Word Count: 159
Author’s Note: Written for drabble_a_trois challenge #39: Crack
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.
Author: Bitterfig
Title: Away From the Mirror
Fandom: Dr. Who
Pairing: Rose/Donna
Summary: Set during the episode “Turn Left”, Rose helps Donna to deal with her fears.
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 670
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mild sexual content, disturbing imagery (the woman has a giant reality-warping beetle on her back).
Author’s Note: Written for grdnofevrythng’s femslash porn battle for the prompt “Doctor Who, Donna/Rose, looking glass."
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.
A discussion on Dreamwidth asked for the steps you take when updating -- what you use / pick / do, and in what order. The interesting part is how it made me view the update page more closely than usual and I consciously noticed all the things I don't use. On InsaneJournal, these are:
( Cut for those not interested )
As for updating, I more or less follow the modules in the way they are ordered from top to bottom, i.e. first the subject line and icon, then the entry text, checking it in the preview window, then adding tags, and posting it.
What annoys me a little is that I often have to look up my tags in a new tab, because there's neither an auto-complete feature nor a direct link (to the tags page) on the update page. It would save me some hassle.
What about you?
♣ I might participate in this Sunday's fandom chat again. I had issues with the first one, simply because chats in groups tend to make me feel overwhelmed and my energy drains quickly. But I like the idea in itself and I think I'm ready for a new try. The chat is being held via AIM and open for all, so if some of you would join me (us), that'd be nice.
♣ I feel tired. I have a light cold -- definitely not swine flu, as I don't have any other symptoms. I'm just sniffling and feeling a bit murky. Fighting it with lots of rest and cream cake. (^^) But it's making it hard to cook. I wanted to make noodles with a mushroom-broccoli cream sauce, actually, but instead I just fried the mushrooms together with some cheese. Definitely beats having no breakfast. Will buy new food later.
Other recipes I already tried in the last two weeks or so were the ones mentioned in my cooking poll -- nut-honey waffles with fried apples, noodles with meat-tomato sauce, baked bread with cheese cream... plus butter-vanilla cookies and a Moussaka. A Moussaka is basically a casserole with fried eggplants, minced meat with onions, a cheese-tomato sauce, and extra cheese on top. The recipe mentioned "skim[ming] the fat before serving", so I was, like, oh this is possibly going to be oily and stuff. I definitely wasn't prepared for skimming off a small dessert bowl of pure fat. And it was still really oily. It tasted fine, but the texture made me feel slightly sick. I think the problem was caused by a) the sauce and fried meat, b) the eggplants because these had to be fried in oil as well and they soaked it up like nobody's business. Next time I'm going to do it differently somehow.
♣ Upcoming: the recipe that won the poll (Apple-Oatmeal Cake With Vanilla Ice Cream) and another two issues of Nachbarschaftsschau (I'll start with a German edition first).
♣ I also might try to answer a number of old comments this weekend. Here's the explanatory post, just as a reminder (if needed).
Now we're on the path going around the lake and you can catch a glimpse of it through these trees. There's a wider opening where you can see more of the lake, but I like looking out between these ivy-covered trunks. Ivy and moss always add a more primal and mystical touch to the setting, as does the late afternoon sun. There's undoubtedly some hobbits hiding among the undergrowth, watching for Elves to pass by.
( Along the path . . . )
This is a bit complicated to explain.
My process of transitioning to my real gender has reached an important point -- now it's not just about gender presentation, therapy, or a bit of paperwork anymore, now it's also biological.
I've had times when I felt depressed, jealous, or oversensitive when I read about other people's transition process -- not because I disliked them or thought they didn't deserve it, let's be clear on that! -- it was because I couldn't move forward on my own journey and was powerless to do anything about it (laws, medical requirements, etc.), so I didn't feel like I could deal with the topic. Therefore I retreated (up to a certain point).
Now my position has changed, and I could make others feel just as bad as I did back then; a role reversal of sorts.
Fact is, I feel the need to write about my transitioning, and of course I have that right (it's my journal, after all). Additionally, it could be of interest to others, although not all of my situation here in Germany will be comparable to other countries and regions. So this journal will include more content that is not just about trans issues in general, but my personal changes, problems, and successes during transition. (Not sure yet whether I'm gonna file it under the "transgender" or "life / meatspace / socialising" tags, or create a new one.)
I'm going to use cuts and try to give at least vague hints about what's underneath, so people can decide for themselves if they want to read it. (Eta: I'm not going to create an extra filter for these posts, as I don't like extra anything, actually -- I'm very much a WYSIWYG journaler.)
If you are in a difficult situation yourself where you feel you have to defriend me or filter me off your reading list for a while to take care of yourself, I understand. I really do. All I'd like (if it's not too much of a bother) is a short message or comment -- private message, email, reply to this entry [comments are screened]--, so that I am informed. Don't feel bad about it. You can always come back later and I'll welcome you with open arms like no time had passed.
That's it, I think.
Author: Bitterfig
Title: On The Veranda
Fandom: Crossover Mad Men/True Blood
Pairing: Betty Draper/Pam
Summary: Betty Draper had the perfect life. The woman offered her a way out…
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 598
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Some suggested sexuality and violence.
Author’s Note: Written for grdnofevrythng’s femslash porn battle for the prompt “X-over, True Blood/Mad Men, Pam/Betty Draper, "she was such a sad little human..."
Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Any illegal acts taking place within that fiction are NOT condoned by the author. Depictions of any questionable, illegal, or potentially illegal activity in said fiction does not mean that I condone, promote, support, participate in, or approve of said activity. I grasp the distinction between fiction and reality and trust that readers will do the same. I do not profit from the fan fiction I write, and all rights to the characters remain firmly in the hands of their creator.
Drat. Our scale in the basement is utterly broken. I knew Cordelia had, over the years, messed around with it a lot. I thought, though, that it would be a matter of resetting it. I was just down there and did my best, but it's still off by at least fifty pounds-- I mean, I'd love to think that I'd magically dropped fifty pounds in the last month with no effort and no noticeable side effects, but.... It's more than unlikely.
Basically, I think Cordelia fiddled with the dratted thing enough to break something. Does anybody out there know anything about scales like this? Is it hopeless and time to replace the scale? Can it be fixed by taking it apart and fitting pieces back together? (Assuming Scott has time to try it or I have skill.)
It's a big, durable thing that we bought with the idea that it would last forever. We forgot to think about monkey children. Neither Scott nor I have used it in the last couple of years (I've been too depressed over my weight). Now, I want to try to do a scheduled weigh in every week or maybe every month so that I can be aware if I start gaining again (Geodon can do that) or if I'm still losing (the spine clinic appointment surprised me with the news that I'd lost about seven pounds in the previous two months).
Cordelia has mastered tying her shoes. I'd been putting the whole process off as velcro shoes work perfectly well, but when we were looking at size 13 gym shoes last Sunday, there weren't any in stock with velcro. Cordelia was enthusiastic about learning to tie laces, so we bought a pair. The learning process took about three days. During that time, other kids helped her out at school.
I finished a rough draft of chapter 3 of Torsion. At this point, I'm definitely thinking of the chapters as stories in an arc. I may actually name them at some point (or I may not. It's trouble I don't have to take). I'm now poking around at a couple of other works in progress, trying to decide which to pursue. Not touching something for months seems to be a real barrier to coming back to it.
I suspect that I'm having SAD issues. This is weird because I never have before. I've always preferred staying inside with the curtains closed and haven't missed the sun at all. Right now, though, I find myself standing by the kitchen window because there's light there or opening the living room curtains in the afternoon when the sun shines through. This is absolutely new. Ah, well, at least the fix is simple if it is SAD. I have to ask my psychiatrist if I can borrow her light box again so that I can test it. Last year, it did me no good at all, but I think it might help this year.
My second PT appointment is this afternoon. I'll be missing my volunteer time in the library (and I feel bad about it), but that was the only time available this week. The pain levels haven't really decreased, unfortunately. I had a couple of hours in the middle of the day on Wednesday when I felt pretty good, but things went back to normal after that.
I suspect that the change in the Geodon dosage has made me more vulnerable to migraines. I'm desperately hoping that that's not the case. I would hate to have to choose between anxiety and migraines. There may be something about meds that tweak serotonin that make migraines more likely for me. Who knows? Of course, if that's the case, I'm largely screwed. Pretty much all anxiety meds affect serotonin to some degree (or so says the psychiatrist).
5x09 "The Real Ghostbusters" - A fan tricks Dean and Sam into attending a "Supernatural" fan convention.
After seeing what else they did re: integrating "funny" stabs at/parodies of fans and fandom into the show, I'm not going to watch this. Never mind that I fucking hate the fact they created that meta level on the show in the first place. It's giving me similar feelings like when Stephen King wrote himself into the Dark Tower series. Only with the added nauseous feeling that "uh-oh, these people think this is YOU".
Dammit, SPN.
(No, this is not a proper meta entry.)
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