wordplay: (Gleee - Kurt & Blaine in sunglasses)
I've fallen back into writing fic, in a way I never quite have before. I believe it is customary to lament the fact that I can't produce like this for something original and marketable, but the truth is that (a) I'm not that good a writer, anyway; and (b) god, I'm having a great time. Eventually it will stop being as fun, and then I will stop doing it, and it won't be a big deal; hobbies are awesome like that. In the meantime, I will turn out perfectly fine fic about a terrible show with incredibly lovable characters, and it will make me happy.

I've spent the last five days pounding out 11k words of fic that won't see the light of day for weeks, and cutting and pasting snippets of kisses and making out into chat windows with [livejournal.com profile] misscake (who gets excited and happy, because she is awesome like that) and [livejournal.com profile] darthfox (who rolls her eyes because SHE DOES NOT EVEN KNOW THESE KIDS, and then corrects my verb tenses, because she is awesome like that), and sending multiple drafts to [livejournal.com profile] r_becca because I realized I screwed something up minutes after I sent her the last draft, no really, and obsessing over google maps to write fanfiction for a television show that doesn't even worry about silly little details like which year of school its main characters are in.

IT IS AWESOME.

Anyway. I won't bore you with the Kurt/Blaine stuff, because if you wanted to find that you would have by now, I'm pretty sure. :) But I never did post about my Yuletide fic, so here it is. Fandom is Almost Famous, genre is futurefic, rating is Teen (mostly because it's about grownups), word count is 1863. I had so much fun writing this, because thinking about the specific way William Miller would age into his bitterness is pretty great.

Things

Jan. 5th, 2011 08:22 pm
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Things to be happy about:

+ I'm writing fic! And it's Kurt/Blaine (Glee) and it's sappy and occasionally pornographic and I'm having a grand time.
+ I'm going to London twice in the next two months, and it's all for theatre and hanging out. There will be an omg-I-want-to-see-you post coming soon.
+ It's a week into 2011! And we're all still here!

Things to be meh about:

+ work. Bad day. No energy left for frustration, just bad-fit fatigue. (Because this is not a bad job, it's just not working for me.)
+ Big Scary Project. The one that could get me out of bad-fit job, actually, and today there was a bump in the road. Let's all just hope it resolves itself, or you'll get a massive post of rage about how directors of research at big think tanks should already know a thing or two about important deadlines.

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I'm working on this scarf and it's pissing me off RIGHT OUT OF THE GATE. If you're a strong knitter, please read the mess behind the cut and see if you can figure out what I'm doing wrong or misunderstanding!

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It's exhausting, and if you actually clicked into that, I salute you.
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Being a mother on an academic calendar is hard for a lot of reasons, but a whole lot of them pertain to December. O wants a goose for Christmas dinner, and cooking is a goose is a Production I've never gone through before, so I have to figure that out. This is likely the last Christmas that A will believe in Santa, so I want to make it kind of extra awesome. This December has been just fucking BRUTALLY cold (today is no exception) and I have a zillion little things I need to finish (stockings to finish and mail to the California family; other packages to go out; a guitar stand for O; a new bike for A) and, just, December is hard even when I'm not working.

And we had a party on Saturday and then I had both a final and a research deadline today. Then Fox and Ellen and I ate chili, and then I sort of... couldn't move? It was seriously the best frito pie ever, and it totally hated my guts. Literally.

The point: I am awesome. And now there will be sleeping, and 2 days off because I've already exceeded my contractual hours for this pay period that doesn't end until Saturday. And maybe a manicure because my hands are doing that winter thing that involves hurting and being sadly sadly dry. First, though, I need to get past this stupid adrenalin surge that will. not. end. You know that thing that happens when you've been keyed up for a while and then the event is over and your body isn't quite done with that? I really hate that. But. Ben Folds is on my tv and, as Fox pointed out, he hits my competence kink AND my music kink AND my nerd kink. It's like the Carrie trifecta: hellooooooooooooo <3 <3 <3.

Also: you should tell me everything you know about cooking a goose. Thank you!
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I just wanted to let you guys know (esp those of you not on Twitter) that Annie has used this weekend to formally declare herself Hufflepuff and start demanding respect.

Sorry, I hadn't realized this was so big! )

I am def more Ravenclaw than Hufflepuff, but child-rearing will give anybody an appreciation for the 'Puff, so: I'm terribly proud of her.
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Somebody has nominated Cooks Illustrated. How is that supposed to work, exactly? Are we shipping the staff? Writing up a hilarious gen piece of what it means to work in the development kitchen? Anthropomorphizing the smug superiority of the All-Clad? What, exactly?

I was going to close this entry by saying "I don't get it", but I fear that the above suggests that I probably do. I'm not sure how I feel about it, though; I'm often not so keen on the OMG WE ARE SO HILARIOUS AND FULL OF CRACK, AREN'T WE!? forced zaniness.
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Maybe I'm the last person to find out about The Yarn Spot in Wheaton, but in case I'm not: Georgia Ave and University, open 7 days, really nice people. Yay, I don't have to go to Bethesda today!
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Sometime in the last decade or so, there was a TV show about a group of friends that was written sort of non-linearly - the show kept flashing backward and forward to give you details about what people were doing when and it would always have the year in this white font at the bottom. I think there was a politican, and I'm sure there was marriage drama. It didn't do well and I'm not sure it made it even a season, but this came up when Marc and I were discussing ABC's "My Generation" and I can't even begin to remember a name and my googlefu is failing.

Any ideas?
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So I'm reading the Franzen book, even though I'm among the masses who find him irritating as hell, yadda yadda. We all know this story by now.

And I find that I am enjoying the hell out of this book. I never caught traction with The Corrections, but I think I was perfectly poised for Freedom; I told [livejournal.com profile] ellen_fremedon a few weeks ago that I was itching to read something modern and American and very keenly observed, some kind of of-the-moment Austenish thing, and this is pretty much hitting those buttons.

But mostly, I came over to talk about this here because, look:

"Serious fans always need to feel uniquely connected to the object of their fandom; they jealously guard those points of connection, however tiny or imaginary, that justify the feeling of uniqueness."

And god, don't we know it.
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I don't have to tell you not to ever do that facebook/twitter thing ever ever from here, do I? Oh good.

Also: epic hostage situation clusterfuck at the Discovery building, dinner rendezvous moved to my house. If things clear out by then we can caravan over or do takeout or something. Day was a mess before that; I'm just so urghish.

COME EAT AND DRINK AT MY HOUSE OMG THERE IS STRENGTH IN NUMBERS.
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THIS IS INCOMPLETE, BUT [livejournal.com profile] jumperkid RIGHTLY GOT TIRED OF WAITING, SO HERE IT IS IN ITS INCOMPLETE FORM FOR YOUR KNOWLEDGE AND EDIFICATION.

OK, so months ago my friend [livejournal.com profile] jumperkid asked for Weakerthans song recommendations and, well, y'all know how busy the last 4 months have been for me - I just never got it done. But I really want to, because I like pimping people in to them, and so here is a list, with brief commentary.

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(a) River Phoenix would have been 40 this week.

(b) I love this movie and have for so long. It is adorable.

(c) I totally want to write this for Yuletide this year.
wordplay: Drawing of boots on an autumnal background (Autumn boots)
So, I have this awesome green coat, and there's a photo of it here.

I LOVE this coat, and I HATE its buttons. And it has ***14*** of these hated buttons (6 on placket, 2 on pockets, 4 on cuffs, 2 on belt), plus an extra in case you didn't hate them enough. I think a large part of my issue is that the buttons are gold, which I generally tend to read as tacky and gaudy.

So, questions I have for you:

(1) Am I alone in thinking that silver/nickel finishes are just generally less gaudy and tacky than gold ones? I have no idea why I think that; part is because silver just looks better on me, and I think part is because I DEFINITELY have that strong preference and feeling for things like housewares, but I don't know how it translates to buttons.

(2) What do you think about silver buttons for this thing? Other ideas?

(3) How much am I going to hate my life after replacing 14 buttons? Will I even still want to wear this coat?

(4) This coat is made by, of all people, Le Tigre, which makes me feel like it's 1987. I didn't even know they were still in business. Is there anywhere in the world where Le Tigre is remotely still fashionable? I love this coat and don't really care, but the cognitive dissonance is large.
wordplay: Drawing of boots on an autumnal background (Autumn boots)
I came over to LJ for the lolz and look, it's a post!

Some things:

(a) Evidence suggests that I will never post properly about the Merlin interviews at Comic Con. It was awesome, they were awesome, I was shy. Colin is pocket sized (he's tall, but so thin, so you could fold him!), Tony Head is charming and srsly knows how to dress, and Johnny Capps was much more charming and friendly than fans have previously been led to believe. Colin signed a thing for me and we bonded over how hard it is to get fed in Pierrefonds; Tony gave me a v. sweet shoulder squeeze as he left the table and was very kind and was just generally wonderful; Johnny didn't kill me when I implied that S2 E1 was a bit crap. All was really good, with the possible exception that I almost froze to death in that room. I try not to think about it too much, it was that fantastic. <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

(b) But when I got back, I went to another tea day at [livejournal.com profile] evil_erato's house, which was lovely - [livejournal.com profile] kerryblaze came down to join the usual suspects, and there was much silliness and I think all of us really enjoyed the day. (Note to [livejournal.com profile] kaalee: the highlighter pencil I was talking about was Eye Bright by Benefit. Don't think of it as a concealer, think of it as a great browbone/inner corner highlighter. Love love love it.) Anyway, new catchphrase appears to be, "Quick, Bradley, take off your shirt!", to be used whenever you need a sudden distraction from how you (or, say, your Brilliant Ideas or Plotting or whatever) are a bit weak and paltry.

(c) And! AND! I am toying with a trip to London in the fall for theatre-y type things. I think this is symptomatic of travel withdrawal so I'm not sure how serious I am, but I have questions for people who know about things like London theatre schedules. I don't quite get how theatres there do their seasons and runs; here, things run mostly on a school yearish calendar, so that for big companies you know pretty much what's going to run for most of the year by late summer. The National Theatre has their July-October schedule up; should I wait another month or so to see what's going to be going on in November, both there and all over? And do theatre schedules go completely hinky in December to make room for panto, or do those run sort of in addition to usual drama runs? Many thanks in advance for any advice you may have on this one.

(d) Work is workish. Just started up a new project without having gone to the trouble of finishing the writeup on the previous one. Oops?

(e) The week after next, O and I are driving down to Alabama so he can go to Space Camp. My kid is going to Space Camp! How awesome is that?! I'm spending the week he's at camp with [livejournal.com profile] longtimegone, mostly writing and working on the afore-mentioned abandoned writeup but also hanging out. Those of you who are nearby, I'd love to see you!

I'm so ready for summer to be over. It's been insanely hot and so muggy and the daily thunderstorms seem worse than usual this year. Some day I will live somewhere that's not 95F and 100% humidity for months on end; my skin will age 10 years in a month, but it might be worth it. I've started making eyes at fall clothes (♥ ♥ ♥) but did just buy this dress, which I am COMPLETELY IN LOVE WITH. Anyway, in honor of that, have a seasonally inappropriate icon, with hope and affection.

Home!

Jul. 27th, 2010 12:05 am
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For any possible values of "home" that include "in a chain hotel 20 miles from my house, because that's where the electricity is". Right state, whatever.
wordplay: (Merlin)
I interviewed Tony Head, Colin Morgan, and Johnny Capps. And I didn't even die of awkward! So that's pretty great.

Once I get home I'll write up the articles and then post an LJ version of the day, but for now: squeeeeeee!

Con drop is going to be absolutely brutal.
wordplay: (Summer margarita)
So, yes, went to a big wedding, which was great. And we went to Belfast, where I was sick but everybody was so lovely - I was v fond of what we saw of the city - and did an Antrim coast drive thing, and then Edinburgh, which was Edinburghish, and we took a day trip to Glasgow, which I really liked, and I saw plays in London, which was fun. And then I came home, and went to a play that Solas Nua was doing and now I want to see all their stuff ever because I was impressed. And now we're in NYC and we saw a play that needed better editing and are mostly just hanging out and I have a GIANT blister on the ball of my foot and tonight we're going on a sailboat (big giant clipper ship yay!) to see fireworks. And then tomorrow, Marc turns 40omg and we're going home. And then Wednesday I leave for TX to pick up the kids, and I'm so looking forward to seeing them and dreading everything else about that trip. And then I'm home for a week, and then I'm off to San Diego for a week, where it will be mostly family time with Marc's family but also (I hope) a little bit of time at SDCC. And then? Then I am HOME, for most of the rest of the summer, where I will be writing my ass off in a mad hope to push out my paper from the study that we finished in the spring.

So this is why I'm not around much, and I'm writing this on an iPhone and the formatting keeps screwing up and, just, hi! Still reading, etc. So much is going on, but there is just no TIME.

ETA: right, the point of this post: happy 4th! Enjoy the holiday weekend, those of you who have one. The rest of you can use this time to work on your thank-god-we're-not-as-bad-as-the-Americans smugness, so I feel this is a win for everyone.
wordplay: (Rainy hearts)
I had an amazing time in London - it was a very quick stay but the wedding was fantastic and Alex and Lowell seemed so happy and the vows were beautiful and the company was very good and christ you can drink a lot of Pimm's without getting remotely drunk which is really dead useful. Had a great weekend and I kind of love everybody. It will likely embarrass them, but I will tell you anyway that one of my favorite recurring things of the last 24 hours is watching Alex and Lowell play and fidget with their rings, even when they're not fully aware that they're doing it. ♥ ♥ ♥ Newlyweds are always lovely, but especially so when you're very fond of them, so it's been very nice. ♥ ♥ ♥

Had post-wedding brunch this morning, said our goodbyes to pretty much everyone, saw John off on a train to Bristol, saw Seana off on a train to Bath, and Kristen and I are at Heathrow about to get on a plane to Belfast. I'm feeling very content with the time past and looking forward to the next little bit of travel.

Too many people from this weekend to namecheck before we board, but omg hi! *hugs*

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