Kath

Gilmore Girls fic rec!

Fri, 10 Feb 2012 14:15:49 GMT

The Best Of It - Part 1 of ?
Synopsis: Paris outs herself and Rory during a televised argument with Michele Bachmann. Peskiest of all is the fact that Paris and Rory aren't actually dating. A documentary crew wants to make Paris And Rory: Love In Stars Hollow anyway. Meanwhile, Rory goes slowly and quietly nuts. (And doesn't like Paris like that -- why would you even suggest such a thing?? Not that ... anyone did.)

“Now, now, now,” Taylor says. “Not so fast. There are serious potential repercussions here that need to be addressed. Such as: what if the Tea Party declares war on Stars Hollow?”

“Then it’s a good thing we’ve got such a valiant troop of Revolutionary War re-enactors!” Rory says as perkily as she can.

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"You better be goddamn happy."

Tue, 24 Jan 2012 03:57:37 GMT

I just showed Melancholia to my family. I wanted to do it before the Oscar nominations came out, before it was snubbed and my dad was able to dismiss it as an unimportant film. Which sounds overly specific, I know, but I can predict his words pretty well. Also, those damn Oscar snubbinations.

My tenses did something strange in that paragraph, didn't they?

Anyway, they watched it. My dad was very unsettled by it, as I thought he might be. His mother's been mentally ill his whole life. He says the only character he was able to relate to was the little boy. I almost feel bad for showing it to him.

To me, every moment of Kirsten Dunst's performance feels so truthful. I'm embarrassed to say how much I relate to it, because I'm afraid it might make people think of me as an unstable basketcase. So that was a weird post-movie discussion.

So now we're watching Wipeout to cheer ourselves up. It's working... a little.

By the way, I'm only putting movies on my list that I haven't seen before, so:

2012 Movies
#3: 2012-01-21 - Drones (long-awaited and amusing)
#4: 2012-01-21 - Goodbye Solo (slow to start, but worth it for the great performance by Souleymane Sy Savane)

2012 Books
#3: 2012-01-17 to 2012-01-19 - True Grit, Charles Portis

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Book talk

Fri, 20 Jan 2012 00:57:06 GMT

Happy Buffy's Birthday, everyone!

It's a little freakish how much I've been enjoying winter so far. I even shoveled. On purpose.

I finished Stephen King's Desperation a few days ago and now every Canesten commercial I see fills me with revulsion. It was truly his most viscerally grotesque book, and I say that having read most, but not all of his books - it can only be tied in grossness, never surpassed. And I have read some disgusting shit!

I found it reasonably compelling, and the kid at its centre was endlessly fascinating as a character. The end felt rushed, though, and almost forcibly expels the reader from the inner journey of one of its main characters, whose thoughts and POV have been prevalent all along. That was odd.

It was no 11.22.63 or Under The Dome, both of which I read in the past couple of months.

Despite my lukewarm review, Desperation's companion book, The Regulators, is in my virtual to-read pile for sometime later this year. I've never read a Bachman book before, so that should be interesting.

Right now I'm nearly done with Charles Portis's True Grit, which is a fantastic read, although a bit redundant if you've seen the Cohen brothers movie. They stayed so close to the book it's almost uncomfortable. I've seen the movie 4 times and I can almost anticipate the end of the sentence I'm reading when I turn the page.

I expect I'll be adding that one to the list tomorrow. But for now:

2012 Books:
#2: 2012-01-06 to 2012-01-16 - Desperation, Stephen King

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Introduction to traditional Quebecois cuisine.

Sun, 08 Jan 2012 22:16:09 GMT

Went to the yearly get-together at my uncle's house last night. He usually makes delicious spaghetti sauce, but in the last few years he seems to have concluded that we're sick of his spaghetti, because, you know, we have it once a year and all. So he's gotten creative. Yesterday's meal was provided by his girlfriend, who is a dyed-in-the-wool Saguenay/Lac St-Jean Quebecoise.

She made cipaille, which is like the Quebec meat pie you hear typically about, except with about 900% more weird gamey meat, and a strange ulcerous hole in the top. I'm not a big meat-eater, and I came home feeling so sick I was convinced we were all about to have a super fun night of food poisoning. Turns out I was the only one who felt sick, and the pill I took to deal with that (at 11 o'clock last night) is still making me feel totally stoned 18 hours later.

On that note, how do you feel about the following?

There is a certain bathroom at my office where someone keeps leaving religious leaflets and postcards with honest-to-Hades handwritten bible verses on the back. Not just on the counter, but on the mirrors and in the stalls tucked into the toilet paper dispensers. Now, I am about one postcard away from pulling out a red Sharpie and scribbling, "This is inappropriate - people are trying to masturbate in here!" underneath the bible quotes.

Good idea, or totally inadvisable? Help me out here - I've lost all perspective.

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100% more posts than last year!

Thu, 05 Jan 2012 03:25:44 GMT

Mission already accomplished! Yaaaay.

2012 is starting out very well, with lots of shoes. I received 2 pairs of Fluevogs today from the Man Himself (Ida Clarks in black and beige, and vegan Raquels in orange corduroy that I got on sale) and I've got another one coming from a very fortuitous eBay win (Lovers in a discontinued burgundy/beige). Yes, I know that sounds completely insane, but, well, I've always been a collector. After this, I'll have a pair for each day of the week, so that'll be convenient, right?

Anyway, ( meet my dog Ramona )

Annnd... here's the start of my 2012 Book & Movie Cultural Extravaganza!

Movies
#1: 2012-01-02 - Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part 1
#2: 2012-01-03 - Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part 2

Books
#1: 2012-01-03 to 2012-01-04 - The Lathe of Heaven, Ursula K. Le Guin

As the last person to see the Potter films, I have very little in the way of a review. The Le Guin book is awesome, as was to be expected. Stephen King's Desperation is next!

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You wake up a failure every day.

Thu, 04 Nov 2010 13:13:56 GMT

You guys, I am banned from checking my flist until I finish my NaNoWriMo words for the day and go shopping. This is because, due to NaNoWriMo and the total shake-up to my schedule while waiting for the new job to start, I FORGOT YESTERDAY WAS NEW COMIC BOOK DAY. D:

The store called me at seven last night to tell me my holds were in, and I was like, "It's WEDNESDAY???" They laughed at me. Whoops!

And well, it's not that I don't trust you guys to cut your cutables, it's that I don't trust me not to click them. *whimpers*

Meanwhile, NaNoWriMo (that hated awful-sounding acronym) is going pretty well. I've been keeping almost-a-whole-day ahead the whole time, and my goal for today is to break that "almost" and carry around a full day's buffer.

I partly credit the awful NaNo stats page for my good progress. I have no idea what moron thought it would be a good idea to tell people who were ahead in their word goals that they were having an "unsuccessful day" just because they'd only added 500 words today to their bank of 12,000 from yesterday. Not to mention the fact that it tells you first thing in the morning that you're having an unsuccessful day so far! Congrats, it's 7am and you've done nothing yet, failure!

( Deeper into stats. )
All this to say that, um, the annoying stats issue has actually fuelled my rage and caused me to do well. But not in any way that makes me want to keep the stats the way they are. Negative feedback? Seriously? In the least negative program this side of... damn, I can't think of anything more positive and encourage-y than NaNoWriMo was before this year. I'm sure even Up With People had its seedy underbelly.

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Hallowmeme!

Sat, 30 Oct 2010 20:38:29 GMT

As seen all over my flist:

All of you fanficcers out there, I want you to post a link to your most Halloween-ish story. Note, the story doesn't need to be about Halloween, or even take place at Halloween. Just the story that you think best fits the Halloween spirit.

Some ground rules:

1. It must be complete. No WiPs allowed.

2. Do NOT post just a link. Post all header information, such as title, fandom, pairing, trigger warnings, etc. (See below for an example.)

3. All fandoms welcome.

4. All pairings welcome.

5. All genres welcome. For example: If you think the story you've written that best fits the Halloween spirit scares the pants off people, fantastic! If you think the story you've written that best fits the Halloween spirit is a straight-up laugh-fest, fantastic!

It's a tough call between scary and Halloween-themed, but since I'm pretty sure I've linked to my SPN Halloween gen/humour story a million times, here's the one I consider my creepiest instead:

Crooked Legs
Supernatural, gen, 1635 words.
Summary: Sam goes through some changes.

Happy reading! Muahahaha!

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sitcoms, how do they work?

Sat, 30 Oct 2010 20:13:07 GMT

I keep having thinky thoughts about that controversial Marie Claire article, despite the fact that the controversy is *so over* that the backlash has already come and gone. So I don't really want to talk about the article itself. Its very publication is going to go down as one of the great mind-boggling mysteries of the modern age, but the outrage is long over.

( So I'll address the article's subject, instead. )

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ooh!

Mon, 18 Oct 2010 20:02:23 GMT

I just got offered a job! Way better pay and better benefits, so it's a total no-brainer. Plus, I have a feeling it'll be easier than what I do now, which is so often frustratingly vague. I'm gonna go from working all by myself to working in a cubicle hive, so that's a bit scary. And probably no more slacking and reading fic at work, which is a daunting thing. Still, it's not like my downtime here is oh so productive - I actually have been far less creative here with all this free time than I was when I worked 11 hour days at Blockbuster without having the chance to sit down. So, this downtime I have so much of here? Meaningless, really.

Anyway, I'd be insane not to take it!

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you can't see me, but I'm doing the cabbage patch.

Mon, 18 Oct 2010 13:00:20 GMT

I'm writing a novel-length fic for NaNoWriMo! I decided it might be a good idea to participate in some way, the better to stomp this awful block I've been wrestling with since last November's epic fail, but I knew that 50,000 original words was not the way to go right now, after a year of cluelessness.

So I spent all weekend thinking up a list of hilariously bad ideas (omg so bad), and finally hit on one that didn't make me roll my eyes five minutes into planning it! Yay! In fact, I started typing out a few thoughts and before I knew it, I had 2 single-spaced pages and had followed the basic plotline all the way to the end.

o___O

And then I info-dumped all over donnagirl and arabella_hope (hey, are you still spice on DW, by the way? Because that makes us too adorable for words, I'm just sayin'...) which is a sure sign of commitment on my part. Or so my track record would indicate. Also a good sign: having two weeks before I'm technically allowed to start isn't frustrating me the way it normally would. I actually am psyched that I get to plan in deeper detail between now and then.

It's got all kinds of themes I love crammed into it, which helps. Like robots! Yay, robots! Not that I'll be spilling much of it here until it's all the way done (actually, if all goes well I'm hoping to post it as a big bang next spring). I just wanted to spew a little bit of my overly earnest excitement at you.

Yaaaay.

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all I need is a great folk song.

Tue, 12 Oct 2010 03:00:49 GMT

First of all: Dear Dreamwidth, whyfor do you log me out every time I step away from the computer? I really love being logged into you. I don't know why you feel the need to reject me this way. *giant fake sob*

Second, a ficlet:

I listen to bands that don't even exist yet
Scott Pilgrim, gen, 750 words, originally posted here at The Bechdel Test Comment Ficathon for the prompt "Ramona & Kim, Halloween".

( so very very )

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I also wrote this one (Buffy season 8, Satsu and Faith) although I'm not that happy with it, so I probably won't be reposting it anywhere.

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And a happy Coming Out Day to us all!

Mon, 11 Oct 2010 18:37:51 GMT

I'm queer. I mostly like girls, but sometimes I like boys, and sometimes I like people who are neither, or both.

Now this is a holiday I can feel good about, as opposed to the incoherent muddle that is Thanksgiving, which we never seem to celebrate anyway.

...

We're having a comment party at penny_lane_42's LJ and everyone who likes to write or read about ladies is invited! All fandoms welcome :)

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Went to Geek Night at a local revue theatre yesterday. They were showing The Shining with what had to have been an original 1980 print - you should have seen the light damage and wear & tear on this thing. It had entirely forgotten the meaning of the word black. (Unfortunately, it hadn't forgotten the meaning of the N-word, which I'd forgotten was spoken multiple times in one scene. Even though it's being said by a crazed homicidal ghost and could probably be explained away as the character's word choice, not the filmmaker's, there's still something deeply uncomfortable about watching that scene nowadays. Just goes to show you how much the world has changed.)

Anyway, they do trivia contests for prizes on Geek Nights. Which means it's essentially "give Kath some prizes" night when you consider they're asking horror movie questions. I stopped after one prize, because I'm not that much of a dork, but yeah, I think Geek Night will be a thing from now on, if only for the cool prizes.

How do you like my new shower curtain?

It's way better than the flowered one I last used. I have vowed not to warn anyone ahead of time when they come to visit. Muahaha.

So, yeah. If you need someone to out-geek all your horror geeks, call me. Seriously, it's kind of my thing.

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In an emergency, you will hear one of two bell tones.

Wed, 06 Oct 2010 13:39:57 GMT

First (and foremost!): Happy birthday to coalitiongirl! I hope it's a good day :)

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Well, I have not gotten my wimpy self to do anything yet re: whedonland. *cowers*

If you've been considering getting into Chew but haven't gotten around to it yet, this month might be a good time to catch up with the first 14 issues! Because next month's issue will be finishing off the third arc, and it'll have extra pages and a fancy tri-fold poster cover, and you'll totally want that, right? Besides, where else can you get your monthly fix of cannibalism and gay cyborgs? May I direct you once again to my (only slightly out-of-date) introductory post? :D

Oh, and on the subject of awesome things:

Awww, local boys make good and play human Pong! ♥

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heigh ho.

Mon, 04 Oct 2010 15:54:47 GMT

Ugh. I have an icky throat almost-sick thing going on today, and the backs of my thighs are killing me from ripping up turf all day Saturday. Being doubled over for hours: I don't recommend it. Also, there were worms that bite and are unkillable!

Stupid hot tub. What good are you if Future!me hasn't time traveled back to say hi and offer Present!me a trip to next month and a nice relaxing soak?

I really will just keep making that same joke over and over. Sorry!

In other bad comedy news, my dad and I had this conversation yesterday:

Dad: "Aw, man, I meant to mow the lawn this weekend, but now I won't have the time."
Me: "You know if you think about it in terms of averages, we did mow the lawn. I mean, we mowed half the lawn a whole lot, and the rest not at all."
Dad: *stare*

Well, I thought it was funny, but maybe only because I was severely exhausted from ripping up a huge patch of turf with my bare hands.

Sometime this week, I have to message someone at whedonland and see what my status is there. I am thinking "shunned" is a good guess. I'm also thinking, "But I kept posting to you long after I stopped posting anywhere else!" isn't going to make a good counter-argument to the shunning. It's been months, and I totally defaulted on the giftgiving thing, and I don't even know if I got a gift myself (crap, did I get a gift? I'm scared to look.) I really need to make it up to... someone. Anyone? Everyone? Is there such a thing as landcomm community service? /o\

Oh, and: Otis sends in an elevator expert to tell us all what to do if we are stuck in an elevator with the devil. Thank goodness they got an expert's advice on this pressing issue!

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it's all gushy: a post of pimping.

Fri, 01 Oct 2010 18:15:21 GMT

Is it just me, or is How I Met Your Mother suddenly back in major gear this season? It seems like they realized they were floundering aimlessly and decided to get their shit together again. Sort of like the way LOST recovered from Bai Ling et al in its last couple of seasons. I am hopeful! And wondering if they have an end-date set. Is that why they're suddenly so much better at telling stories that don't suck?

And is everyone watching the brilliant Raising Hope? Two episodes in and it's already among my top five shows to watch this season. Oh, and bonus: my longstanding crush on Martha Plimpton is finally getting out for some exercise! Which is great, because I just saw her a couple of weeks ago in an AWFUL, AWFUL movie at the Toronto film festival, so the crush was in danger of being torpedoed by association. Anyway, the show is awesome; I never stop laughing.

(I wish the baby had gotten to keep the name Princess Beyonce, though!)

Which brings me to: ( I went to the film festival for my birthday and it was pretty damn cool! )

Oh, also, Eli Roth was totes stalking me. I almost mowed him over twice while leaving theatres because he was hanging around outside the exit on a collision course with me. And there was much quiet squeeing while walking away.

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volume one in the brutal honesty chronicles.

Wed, 29 Sep 2010 14:29:31 GMT

As promised (or threatened) to donnagirl and arabella_hope, this is going to be a Big Emo Post of Doom (tm). It may be that in title only - I'm not sure, I haven't written it yet, but here goes:

I have been soooo absent. Up until August, I was reading but not posting. I felt mute (for various reasons, a large one of which I will confess in this post). Gradually, I even stopped reading my flist, which is something I had never done, ever, in the eight years I'd had my journal. And I *missed* it! I missed you guys so much! I missed posting, I missed having a blog, I missed comments (omg I missed commenting SO MUCH). But I just couldn't bring myself to check my flist. I was... going through some shit.

When I was in the second grade, I had this best friend. She now works in my building and I do printing for her on a regular basis. She's never acknowledged that she knows me, or that we ever watched Spaceballs on Betamax a million times in her hippie dad's shag-carpeted basement swing den. I'm pretty sure this is because we had a sort of violent bff break-up. I don't remember what caused the break-up, but I do remember that the last thing she did in the friendship was accuse me of being emotionally stunted. I couldn't argue - I knew even then that it was true.

My issue with this journal basically boils down to embarrassment. A lot of it is completely irrational. I've felt embarrassed about what I like, what I don't like, who I know, what I do, what I don't do, what I have done, who I am, how I feel. It's this really generalized, crippling embarrassment. It might even border on shame - it's that powerful, and I'm able to direct it at virtually any area of my life. Apparently, I am nothing if not a master of self-sabotage.

Or at least, I have been. Welcome to my plan to snap the fuck out of it by discussing the very subjects that make me most avoidy, regardless of whether you know about them already. Actually, more power to me if you know about them already - do you know how many times I've just let my friends come to quiet conclusions about me instead of using my words? That is not cool. Even if the conclusions were right, that is just not rock and roll. And one of my more minor embarrassment issues is that I hate telling people things they already know, so if you already knew all of this, then I can consider it killing two birds with one stone. More homegrown therapy for me!

So here's my biggest stumbling block, laid bare for you.

( The history of my heart, cut to save your sanity. )

The most important thing is not to be mute anymore. I feel like this silence started during those months at the start of last year, when I lost my actual voice. It's like I got a taste of erasure, and it fit with how insignificant I felt inside, so when I got my voice back, I didn't use it. I just kept shutting up, literally and figuratively. Now I'm at this messy spilling point, just the natural end to a year or more of relative silence, I suppose. And I am so ready to yell.

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things to post about later

Fri, 23 Jul 2010 18:12:31 GMT

Hi! I'm not dead. I've actually been here the whole time. Well, not every minute of every day, but I haven't skipped over anything, so far as I know. Just not very talkative for the last... month. And a half.

o__O

Obviously, I have a backlog of post topics that I should probably get to. Such as:

- Bluesfest. The numbers are in - it's officially the biggest music festival in the world! Over 400,000 people went! And you still probably didn't hear anything about it, so I'll tell ya.

- So You Think You Can Dance, which is somehow full of extra fail and extra win at the same time this season. I have such hatred and glee, both.

- My continuing struggle with writer's block, which will make my whedonland Heart of Gold assignment freakin' difficult. How do you write funny Dollhouse fic? Anyone? Funny and Dollhouse just don't fit together in my brain.

And that's about all I can think of for the day. I saw people doing this Go to google and type "you know you're from [your state] when... and bold the ones that apply." meme, and I tried googling Gatineau (just one sad Facebook group about kids doing crack), Quebec (even fewer results) and Ottawa (most entries either incomprehensible to me or demeaning to Gatineau, where I actually live), so instead, I give you:

( You know you're from Toronto when (an ode to Kath's One True Hometown) )

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"in the foster home, my hair was my room"

Tue, 08 Jun 2010 18:48:06 GMT

You guys, I am so stupidly sick at work. I don't even know how I managed to get here, although I definitely remember there were cold sweats involved. Sorry, commuter buddies. Ew.

Actually, everyone at my house is sick, and a giant drama queen. Yesterday my father decided that this felt WORSE THAN CANCER. Yes, he actually declared it like that. And considering he's a cancer survivor and I'm not, I don't really have any rebuttals for him, other than playing him a YouTube clip of Really??? with Seth and Amy over and over. But come on, a little perspective, please?

Meanwhile, I am dying. OK, not really. But I probably would have called in sick if I'd known the big job I was expecting at noon had been poached by another office! Bastards! Now I'm sitting here bored when I could be home having an Arrested Development marathon (I have never once watched that show while healthy) in my brand new red bedroom! OMG SO PRETTY.

Oh yeah, that's why I haven't been around much: we're in the middle of having the house painted right now, and so there's been a lot of unplugging and shuffling and lugging and reorganizing. It's my first time hiring a company to do it, and they sent one person. Her name is Vanessa, and she is painting OUR ENTIRE HOUSE. She's really good at it, and she's very nice, but I am still finding it quite odd. They had one guy come in for a few hours to do the ceilings, but apart from that, this one person has been painting quite steadily for a week now. She even came in on Saturday. My mom tried to feed her lunch.

Anyway, we've now got some nice sandy beige in our hallways and common spaces, and a silvery purple colour in the bathroom, and a seriously looks-like-it-was-born-there beautiful neutral pink on my parents' walls, and when I get home tonight, probably a yellow kitchen. And my room is a colour they call Rodeo red. I wanted something really rich and saturated because I've got a lot of paintings and prints that I love and want to accentuate. It got done yesterday and I LOVE it, but I was also too out of it to move any of my stuff back into the room last night, so I've been sleeping in there with just my blank, unadorned furniture crowded around my bed like an audience for going on 4 days now. It's been weird.

On a related note, sometime this weekend I had a dream that in order to stay asleep, I had to think all my thoughts in alphabetical order. Hm.

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would you describe the suspect as "raggedy"?

Wed, 02 Jun 2010 17:07:22 GMT

Let's just admit it. We've all been waiting with our little paws clasped for the inevitable Stephanie Ware-Ackles Crazycakes World Tour 2010 to hit the internet ever since Jensen and Danneel tied the knot. And it's been nearly three weeks! I was starting to give up hope. My pouty lip was starting to stick out.

Then her "daughter", a miss Bianca Ware-Padalecki, showed up and gave us 2 crazy wanks for the price of one.

I know, I know it's not nice to make fun of insane people. So I won't, I will just quote them a little:

seriously how on earth can somebody become jealous of that ugly unattractive bad teeth person,seriously Danneel Harris and Genevieve Cortese,i have a question for you.

I bet if Jared Padalecki and I weren’t married to eachother(but sad for you,we really are married in real life to eachother,since september 13,2008),he’d go find himself a woman who looks 100 million times better than your ugly tired out messed up sea urchin looking ass,you faggot ass mona lisa looking bitch.

OK, I'm laughing too hard to keep cutting-and-pasting.

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two things

Sun, 30 May 2010 20:50:50 GMT

Fabulous meta post by thefourthvine, on being part of an audience: I have loved books that featured all of those things - the dead girls, the joke rapes, the greasy Jews, the stereotyped lesbians who die at the end, the missing and evil and mute and stupid and refrigerated women. I have loved lots of books that make things I love or am or do or enjoy a joke, or a mark of evil, or nonexistent. And I still love a lot of those books. I just love them knowing I am trespassing a little, walking where I wasn't invited and am not welcome and am not supposed to be.

And a postsecret that I could easily have written:

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healthfulness, etc.

Sun, 30 May 2010 16:46:24 GMT

So, I have never, ever done a friends cut before. Actually, it's quite obvious from the huge tangled mess that is my LJ friends edit page (oh god, the dead comms and purged or duplicate LJs). This cut was motivated by a couple of things.

The first is that I suppose Dreamwidth's subscribe/give access to distinction has led me to feel differently about those people who have friended me silently and who I've friended back out of some blanket "if your journal has content, I'll mutually friend you" policy. Very few of these people have I ever interacted with. I am certain they're very nice people, but as far as mutual access goes, it's not strictly necessary, is it? I'm not going to be locking much of anything that (I assume) interests them about my journal anytime soon.

I am also cutting some people who aren't strangers. Some of these are people I've known in person, some are people I've interacted with a great deal online at one time. Either we've drifted miles apart from each other without keeping any sort of a dialogue open, in which case I must say that I did enjoy our friendship, and I look forward to the reunion, if we ever have one, but that obviously we aren't cut out for day-to-day correspondence, and that's okay. You know where to find me if you need to. Or else all of our interaction revolved around one specific subject, to which I am unlikely to further contribute. Basically, I'm concerned that politeness and the prolific use of filtering is keeping me on your flist far beyond the expiration date of your interest in me. If you feel your interest in my journal goes beyond whatever main interest we once shared, then let me know, and I'll happily refriend. But if not, I'm happy with that, too.

Essentially, I've been feeling far too self-conscious about this journal for far too long. I've been feeling stuck, like walking against a current. I am not sure what led to it, but it's been hindering my online and creative life in lots of ways. Moving to Dreamwidth helped. I do believe that this, also, will help.

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I will eat all the leaves on this tree.

Fri, 28 May 2010 19:35:03 GMT

- I'm seeing Eddie Izzard tonight! I last saw him 2 or 3 years ago in Montreal, and he was awesome then (he stopped the show to catch a falling piece of confetti and make the world's tiniest paper airplane out of it!), but the crowd was kinda -__-. Montreal's that way, though, and I am expecting Ottawa to be awake for this shit tonight! Yay, I am psyched!

- This bag is waiting for me at home right now. Estimated delivery time of Monday, MY ASS! \o/ \o/ \o/

- These two tweets by Tom Lenk completely made my day yesterday. :D

- In spite of my continued writing confidence struggle and the various other things I'm working on, I fully intend on starting my LGBTfest fic this weekend. I chose a prompt that could apply to any fandom and then, for some reason, decided to use it for Freaks and Geeks. I was going to say I'd never written in anything like that fandom before, but that's not true, I have written Apatow-fic for Yuletide. Anyway, I am pretty excited about it :)

- I may be doing some flist maintenance this weekend. I have never really done a friends cut before. I was never much a fan of people who announce them. But I have some (very) longtime acquaintances I *never* interact with anymore. Most of the time I doubt they're even reading me, and yet their presence on the flist renders me pathologically self-conscious. Especially when it comes to personal change, which is, oh, kind of necessary. So, we'll see. (We'll always have Facebook and Twitter.)

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3 more things about LOST

Tue, 25 May 2010 13:47:15 GMT

1. zelda_zee wrote a fantastic coda to the final episode: Being Jacob, gen, 750 words. ♥

2. I can ask this without spoiler-cutting, I think, but the comments will definitely be off-limits to spoilerphobes:

Friends, how do we feel about Charlie with regards to ~~the finale~~ the entire last season?

3. It's Tuesday, and my icon is making me sad. DAMN YOU, BEN. I don't even like ham. *sobs* Can Tuesday be Coq au Vin day from now on?

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No man is an island.

Tue, 25 May 2010 02:19:41 GMT

I don't know how much I'm going to say about the LOST finale in this post. I have a lot to say, I think, but I've been leaving it in comments on other people's journals all day and I'm a little bit tired, now. I should have done it here first!

LOST brought me here to fandom and left me here to find my way, and I am ever so grateful that it did, and that I did. I met so many wonderful people through the show and the fandom around it, and I'm still friends with a surprising lot of them, despite mostly having moved away from it, fandom-wise, and have fond memories of lots of others. It gave me one of the best friends I've ever had in arabella_hope (happy birthday, babe!! ♥) and it got me writing things I was actually interested in, which four years of fiction workshops weren't able to do. Even if the things I was interested in were strange and unusual by most sane people's standards.

So, yes, LOST. It's over! And how many of us now believe Darlton's claim that they've always known how it would end? Let me know how you feel about this, because I'm really interested in what everyone thinks.

( LOST: The End - just a few thoughts and highlights )

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Fri, 21 May 2010 21:18:09 GMT

Reply to this post, and I will tell you my favorite icon of yours. Then post this to your own journal using your own favorite icon.

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