Ahoy there, Internets! Check me out, taking a break from my tightly-packed schedule of work, school, cartoons, panic, and way too much sleep to actually come say hi to you. Did you miss me :D?

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Currently I'm trying to decide whether to write for polybigbang; luckily I found out about it reasonably soon and have till next weekend to sort this out. I had an OT3 fic I was thinking of writing anyway; the problem is that it would be set in a historical era that wasn't exactly known for coping well with diversity of any sort. Doing the fic right would involve an insane amount of difficulty-- in terms both of having to do a ton of research (I have eleven library books out just to help me decide whether to write it) and of having to write at least ten thousand words about how incredibly shitty people can be to other people. The fic would probably get written sooner or later, and I think I could pull it off; the question is whether I'm able and willing to get a draft of it finished in the next two and a half months.

So yeah! That's fun. Kind of. In a really depressing but oddly exciting way.

In the meantime, I'm still creaking away at a fic split between the 1970s and the 19mumbles, researching this potential polybigbang set in the 1950s, working on classical Greek costuming for a final for school, probably apping to butwhatwemake which is set in 2018, pondering returning to a couple of original things which are set in (entirely separate) far futures, and rereading Cryptonomicon, which is split between the 1940s and 1990s and has a trilogy of prequels set around the turn of the 18th century. I don't actually know how many separate time periods I can deal with intelligently at one time, but I guess I'm going to find out. Halp.

In conclusion: DO WANT.

This week, another great of entertainment has passed away.

Mollie Sugden was an immeasurable talent, and will be sorely missed. To honor her, let us all join together in tribute. This tribute is simple, and, I hope, a fitting farewell.

Hold your pussy.

You don't have to hold it for very long (although you are more than welcome to), but hold it close, and hold it tight. Do not let it go. Feel your pussy's warmth, and let it know just how much you treasure it. Do not be afraid to show your pussy affection in whatever manner comes to mind - you can stroke it, pet it, massage it or gently scratch it. Whatever makes your pussy happiest. Share this moment of intimacy with your pussy, and never forget the love you feel for it.

Let us all hold our pussies, firmly and lovingly, in memory of Mollie Sugden.

Please copy this into your journal if you want to join in on holding your pussy for Mollie.

Today I returned a pair of shoes I'd bought and then decided were hideously ugly, bought two more pairs (for the same price) that are not hideously ugly, picked up Lemony Snicket's Unauthorized Autobiography and some actual useful domestic items, and came home. Successful shopping trips! They're a wonderful thing.

And then I actually opened the book I'd bought. DDDDDDD:

( cut for a couple of scans and some flail )

Even the book I'm actually reading right now is talking about metamathematics and how some mathematical propositions have been proven unproveable, so we can't ever know whether they're true or not. So between that and all the fourth-wall warping going around, I'm not feeling too well right now. I think I might go lie down and quietly read something nice and soothing, like say a Stephen King novel.

So apparently Transformers 2 fails horribly. In every conceivable way.

This upsets me because I enjoyed the first one a lot, and was ecstatic that there was going to be a sequel. It upsets me because in my experience Orci and Kurtzmann are generally a little less faily than the average, not miles more, and because I was really rather fond of Bob Orci in particular for the way he interacted with Star Trek fandom before that movie came out. It upsets me because part of this movie was filmed in my hometown, which is generally known as That Place With The Failed Steel Plant and doesn't generally get this kind of visibility and really doesn't need its reputation tainted with even more fail.

It upsets me even more because fucking nobody who is writing any movie set anywhere at all should think this is acceptable or funny or anything but disgusting. I feel so sick about this. What the hell.

In other depressing news: warning!wank. Lots of people in fandom are faily victim-blaming idiots; the rest of us are unsurprised. And I continue to be the youngest and only female employee in my department, and someone grabbed my ass on the train home from work yesterday, and I think I've been pretty good (by my standards) at being upbeat and rolling with it lately but god it is so tiring being a woman, sometimes.

In better news! That project that the lurkers keep pestering me about in email was supposed to be done today, and was; however the professor wasn't around to grade things, so instead we got a friendly helpful subsitute professor and an extension to Thursday. So that will get finished (again) tomorrow, and there will be photographs, and you will all be impressed or else.

In the meantime, please enjoy ( my so-called notes from yesterday's staff meeting. )

Yesterday was payday, so I'm going to go out and get some dinner now. People had better stop sucking by the time I get back or I will-- idk, I will find something to turn around, okay.

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Eventually there will be actual content again, it's just that this week and maybe the next are looking to be pretty hectic with work and school and fandom and moving things.

An undiscovered gem of literary criticism for you, flist!

Lord Peter may be every woman's idea of the perfect man-- his lack of height, indeed, is his only drawback, if one does not prefer strong, silent men on principle-- and all women may secretly concede that they know of no man who could really love Harriet Vane. Nevertheless, men read the books too, and while, according to James Sandoe, "the Vane," as he calls her, makes many readers howl with rage, they don't stop reading on that account. . . . Suffice it to point out that if Miss Sayers was portraying herself in Harriet Vane (apart from the events of her early life, which is a different matter), she certainly went no distance at all to make the Vane attractive.

Heilbrun goes on to say that she wishes Harriet wouldn't join Peter at conventions, because it disrupts her ~*~experience~*~ and her ability to fantasize about him; also, Peter was totally lying when he said he loved-- wait, no, wrong fandom, sorry, moving on.

Wikipedia tells me that Carolyn Gold Heilbrun was a feminist academic and the first woman to gain tenure at Columbia University, which is pretty great, but this essay is the only thing I have to judge her opinions by. And my judgment is that she would not recognize a strong female character if that character hit her in the face with a cricket bat, and I will not be reading any of her fourteen mystery novels, thank you kindly.

Yesterday it was lovely and sunny and I went and had a picnic lunch in the park; today it was drizzly and cold and I got a hot chocolate and went used-book shopping at the book festival downtown. Both very pleasant afternoons! But ftlog, weather, it is June and you should make up your mind.

I got four books for myself and one for my mom, though! So not a bad haul for seven dollars. And I ran into my ex-boss three times, but that wasn't terribly surprising given the venue. Honestly, the Powell's tent traumatized me much worse with . . . whatever the hell new editions of the Series of Unfortunate Events they had, which were garish and hideous and made me weep into my cocoa. Helquist's cover art for the later books makes me do that anyway (what the fuck is with Sunny's hair DDDDDDDDD:) but at least the cover design used to be good :(

In slightly more important news, I'm moving next week! Down the hall into a bigger bedroom, anyway, which means I get all the fun of moving with none of the annoyance of actually having to pack. This is going to be fantastic.

Oh and, um, I've been coughing for two weeks now and I'm getting pretty sick of it. Otherwise life is fun and good but not really all that interesting. I'm way behind on movie posts and should probably do something about that.

Blaaaarrgh. I've been coughing for the last two days straight, except for this morning when I had the hiccups all the way through a three-hour class. Until a couple of hours ago, when I suddenly switched to sneezing. IT'S LIKE A PARTY IN MY SINUSES.

On the plus side I can eat again; on the minus side . . . constant sneezing. Plus, after two and a half weeks my ears finally popped and everything sounds WAY TOO LOUD now. God, I feel so disgusting right now.

Also, work was a mess today! Again. Oh, job, I want to love you but you make it so hard for me. So I'm just chilling now and watching Matthew Fox get beaten up, which is astonishingly comforting.

Ohhh, and! Ages and ages ago, caffienekitty wrote me fic in the Gen Battle about Rosencrantz and Guildenstern getting stuck in Middle-Earth. And then, suddenly, she wrote me a second part called Exeunt All, Pursued by Hobbits which is, naturally, about Merry and Pippin being Hamlet's BFFs. It is fantastic! Go read it.

! Three-day weekend, hooray! And then a really hectic four-day week. This thing where I'm actually operating on the same day-to-day schedule as the rest of the universe is weeeeeird.

@ So is the thing where I went out yesterday and spent a decent chunk of money on things to draw with. I am an actual paying committed art student aaaaaaaaaaaaaa

# ganymi is working on an RP comm that would be perfect for a character I thought up two years ago and never found a home for. I am actually tempted, despite not having RPed anything or wanted to in nearly a year, which means she is a terrible human being and I am never ever speaking to her again >:(

$ Three weeks until my roommate moves out and I can have her room! Which is bigger and has a closet what is this madness D: Though the moving-down-the-hall process should be interesting.

% Yes, I have seen Terminator, and a review will result eventually. I'm lazy, and also still sorting through what I want to say about it. I can assure you that my favorite pasttime of striding heroically around downtown Chicago with the TDK soundtrack on my headphones has suddenly gotten a lot weirder, thank you Mr. Bale.

^ So yeah, I was looking for a PB (not for actual RP purposes) for an older Link Larkin, right? and I ended up with Ian Somerhalder but I was :/-ing over his hair color. And then, and then, he turned out to be on a forthcoming TV show where he has black hair. Because I am just so awesome I can choose PBs based on what they will look like in the future.

( I could not resist adding pictures here )

Oh, and there's something in there somewhere about vampires, but I AM A GODDESS OF PB-HUNTING. I DEMAND WORSHIP. OR COFFEE.

I went to see Star Trek last night! Again. I intend to keep doing this until it leaves theaters or I get sick of it, which I expect to be never.

I was kind of disappointed, though, that the audience was so much less involved than when I went at midnight on the 8th; I mean, I expected that, but there was such a feeling of community at the midnight show. People laughed and cheered and applauded for things. Hardly anyone even laughed at things when I went last night; certainly no one cheered or applauded, not even for ( casting spoiler ) And I really missed that.

So I thought about actually going and looking into organized Star Trek fandom for the first time, the kind of fandom with fic and shipping and so on. Because I haven't really gotten into a fandom in ages and I don't really remember what being properly in a fandom feels like, and everyone else is getting into it these days and so on. And then I remembered that Trek fandom involves the kind of person who was all over the message boards a year ago when photos of filming at Starfleet Academy leaked, going "The girl cadets' skirts are all two inches too long! This movie will be an abomination! I'm not going!" (This isn't a generalization; I remember a specific person saying that he would not be seeing the movie because the uniform skirts appeared the wrong length in a couple of photos taken from a significant distance away.) Trek fandom, including the kind with fic and shipping and so on, includes the kind of people who go "Yeah, sure, the decision to cast a Korean as Sulu needs examining, but I think it's even worse that Kirk's eyes were the wrong color and Spock's earlobes aren't attached." (This, too, was a specific LJ comment I've seen, and incidentally I don't find John Cho's casting problematic but I think it's a substantially more worthy topic of discussion than Zach Quinto's earlobes.) That's what Trek fandom has the reputation for being like, and if it's going to continue being like that-- well, I've been a fan for eighteen years without involving myself much in the community and I can happily go right on doing it.

On the other hand, last night I really just had the sudden urge to be insanely geeky about everything. It was probably because I was at a geek movie prefaced by the trailers for half a dozen more geek movies, but I had this sudden rush of wanting to check out all the canons for everything ever, and just sit around the rest of my life watching things and reading things. Unfortunately this isn't really possible, so I decided to do the next best thing while I'm deciding what to do about Star Trek fandom, and the next best thing is that once I finish a draft of this fic I'm sick of kicking myself over I'm going to go straight through and watch all the TV shows. And all the movies, except that supposed tenth one that doesn't really exist because I won't let it.

You see what I did there? I came up with an astonishingly epic procrastination method five days before I start school. And then found a way to put that off. Self-sabotage harder, self, honestly.

So, yeah, going to watch a horrifying quantity of Star Trek over the next few months and possibly post about it, until I get sick of it (hopefully not) or until I run out, at which point I will then go running to the library for piles of tie-in novels. And when I run out of those it will be 2011 and the next movie will be coming out. I AM A GENIUS.

I also expect to be spending a ton of time on buses and trains, because I live right between school and work but have a decently sized commute to each, so I've got me a ton of Deadpool PDFs and I'm hunting down used copies of all the Series of Unfortunate Events books. I plan to be very, very geeky this summer. >:D

nai_is_not is a shining, brilliant example of everything that humanity should be and TODAY IS HER 21ST BIRTHDAY.

EVERYONE GO WORSHIP HER, AS IS HER DUE.

Off now to a viewing party with kisonecat-- see you all later! And you should go worship him a little too, as he is now a Doctor Of Mathematics, how badass is that?

I don't know what happened, but for days I couldn't sleep-- I kept waking up like every hour. And now I've got a similar but opposite problem, namely that when I wake up in the morning I blink and boom, I've slept another hour. What the god, body, stop this.

Speaking of my body hating me, ( I had a pretty epically shitty Monday. )

So apparently Star Trek's sheer awesome gave me JJ Abrams burnout; I was going through Lost at a completely absurd rate, but I've taken a couple of days off to catch up on assorted British shows instead.

On the one hand, this means I probably won't be caught up on Lost in time for the seaso finale on Wednesday-- sad but true. On the other hand, I somehow managed to forget how ridiculously in love I am with Primeval and The Sarah Jane Adventures, so I'm pretty happy all around. I even finally watched "Journey's End" so I could catch up on the Doctor Who specials, which were also a lot of fun, but ;___________;

The one problem I have is that my ears have felt all stuffed up for the last couple of days; it sounds like I've got earplugs in-- probably is my fault for sleeping with plugs in every night-- and my computer sounds muffled even when turned all the way up, which can't be making my roommates happy. Grargh, body, why do you hate me >:(

Oh, oh, oh. Oh my holy fucking god you guys they did it. They did it and they got everything right that needed to be right and oh, they fucking nailed it.

I keep thinking I'm going to wake up and find out it hasn't happened yet or it actually sucked, because I literally cannot believe that a movie this amazing happened to a canon I love this much. Oh, my heart.

I need to see this one or ten more times and write a coherent review of it and marry JJ Abrams and Bob Orci and Michael Giacchino and also the entire cast, not necessarily in that order, but right now I'm too busy being literally dizzy with happiness so I'll get back to you on that.

Holy shit. *_______________*

ETA: Okay, I lied, flist, talk to me. I want to talk about this movie so goddamn much and I'm not going to wait to be coherent about it.

( Star Trek )

Trailer report:

* The only one tonight I hadn’t seen before was G.I. Joe. I know nothing about G.I. Joe whatsoever, but Christopher Eccleston is in it, so I’m there.

( X-Men Origins: Wolverine )

Trailer report:
* Re Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen: OMG OMG OMG YOU GUYS. They bred Transformers with Kingdom of the Crystal Skull and FILMED PART OF IT IN MY HOMETOWN. I am so excited for this, regardless of the actual quality of the movie, that I might explode before I ever get to actually see it.
* I never saw the first Night at the Museum movie, because I was working as a museum guard at the time and a few of the pieces I was seeing daily wigged me out badly enough all on their own. Battle of the Smithsonian looks hilarious and amazing, though, and I think maybe it's time I caught up.
* I will be going to Terminator Salvation, of course. I am still kind of wary of a Terminator movie that's about John instead of Sarah, but if there are cyborgs involved I'm there.
* Did I mention that Pandorum looks awesome? It really does.
* Away We Go looks ~*~quirkily indie~*~ enough for about five movies. Um, no thanks.
* The commercial about Jack the Rapper was replaced a few weeks ago with one about a chimpanzee. I am still mourning that there will never actually be a kids' movie called Jack the Rapper.

Star Trek tomorrow night. Eeeeeeeeeeeee. Also coming soon: The Brothers Bloom and Up.

The Star Trek movie is currently rated 100% on RottenTomatoes. Which I figured meant three or four reviews so far, but no-- twenty-two critics loved it and none hated it, yet.

It'll probably go down, but eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee I am so excited for this. Three more days, Internet!

Good afternoon, Internet! I'm having a giant late breakfast of English muffins and bacon and fruit, the weather is gorgeous, and oh right, after five years I finally caved into watching Lost. I started last night and I'm already almost halfway done with the first season. This is bad.

On the other hand, I am suddenly and violently in love with this show. I am totally the very latest, but I don't particularly care, because so much love. *______________*

Incidentally, one of the several reasons I started (because everything is for fic purposes, these days) was to scope out Ian Somerhalder as a potential PB for an older Link Larkin, and so far his resemblance to Zac Efron is holding up okay. It seems I'm a sucker for guys with improbably mobile eyebrows :(

* I'm writing a fic-- you guys all knew that. And I'm determined to get it done and at least to beta, if not posted, by the time I start classes the 26th. Which I thought was doable! Until I decided I just had to be organized and make a checklist.
As it turns out, out of 24 scenes that ought to be in this fic, I've finished seven and written part of eight more. That's less than half the fic-- which I've already written 16K words of over three and a half months. So maybe I should stop shopping around for 70s fashion magazines and actually write the damn thing.

* Speaking of 70s magazines, I did go looking for some in O'Gara and Wilson today; I learned about the construction of the World Trade Center, and whether some guy named Jack Nicholson might turn out to be famous or not, and some shiny new thing banks were making called "credit cards." I was especially entertained by an article in a 1970 issue of Look that was written by a Soviet scientist about what the world would be like in 1991. He actually had some really perceptive, interesting things to say about the Information Age and the possibility of artificial intelligence; he also predicted the usual kinds of overly optimistic things, 3-D televisions and elevated sidewalks and entire suburbs of gardens outside cities.
And he thought poverty and class warfare would be extinct, which was hilariously naive of him and also kind of sad. Dear Soviets of forty years ago: I have some very bad news about what's going to happen to your country in 1991 :(

* I appear to be on a giant binge of Christian Bale movies lately. Yesterday was Newsies (again) and The Prestige and 3:10 to Yuma; I just started Equilibrium, and ganymi recommends American Psycho. I plan to keep this up until I run out of movies that aren't about Batman or until Public Enemies comes out, whichever happens first.

ETA: I have a Dreamwidth! I have no idea what I intend to do with it, if anything, but my username there is spintheiryarns if anyone's curious. I haven't been paying as much attention as I maybe should to the whole Dreamwidth fuss, or to who's who over there, but I guess I'll see what comes of it.

Listen up, friendslist! This is important.

The Star Trek movie comes out next Friday the 8th, as we know, but my movie theater is showing it as early as 7PM on Thursday the 7th. Thus: I am conflicted.

On the one hand, I could go at 7PM and see it sooner! On the other hand, I feel like the entire point of midnight showings is to see a movie as soon as humanly possible on the actual release date, and going the evening before would be cheating and therefore not as satisfying. So now I need a ticket and I'm not sure which time to buy for. I wish they'd done a 3AM showing instead, like with The Dark Knight, and made it easy.

Thoughts, Internet? Should I go as soon as possible, or Do It Right?

Movie night tonight: State of Play.

( Oh Paul Abbott, why. )