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|Friday, February 3rd, 2006|
|WIP Amnesty, woot!
So I usually can't bring myself to do wip_amnesty
, because YOU NEVER KNOW. I MIGHT finish them! I really might. And there are indeed still a lot that I'm hoarding for my own use, but the chances of me getting to this one in the next ten years are vanishingly small, so -- Go with God, little AU! You would have been lovely when you grew up!
the great unfinished AU
Chris/Justin, Lance/Nick, various other pairings
(note: I think some of the last scenes may not be ordered in the way I planned for them to be. It's hard to remember what I was up to, now, but I think I was in the middle of a lot of cutting and pasting)( the one where Chris owns a motorcycle shopCollapse )
|Thursday, January 19th, 2006|
|so maybe i should try watching the show, huh?
| You scored as Moya (from Farscape). You are surrounded by muppets. But that is okay because they are your friends and have shown many times that they can be trusted. Now if only you could stop being bothered about wormholes.|
Coming on December 1, 2005:
Your Ultimate Sci-Fi Profile: which sci-fi crew would you best fit in? The Sequel
Moya (from Farscape)
Serenity (from Firefly)
SG-1 (from Stargate)
Millennium Falcon (from Star Wars)
Galactica (from Battlestar: Galactica)
Nebuchadnezzar (from The Matrix)
Bebop (from Cowboy Bebop)
Enterprise D (from Star Trek)
Which sci-fi crew would you best fit in? v1.0
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|Tuesday, January 10th, 2006|
|time's fun when you're having rum
So it's back to school, and I feel like I'm cheating this semester, because I'm taking a creative writing workshop (that's not *school!* all they want me to do is *write!*) and two 20th century poetry classes, one on modern Irish poetry that is almost entirely Yeats and Heaney, and one on modern British poetry that is...Yeats, Heaney, and some other people. I even have to buy the same *books* for both classes, and I'm already plotting ways to write the same term paper for both. *g*
Me and Yeats are gonna be likethis
for a few weeks, here.
I have cannily noticed there are no female poets on either syllabus, and since my fourth class is Shakespeare, that means that for the first time possibly in my entire college career, *I* am the only woman writer I need to know anything about this semester. *g* I was quite startled that the British poetry class didn't have any women, but then as I ticked off Significant Modern Female Poets in my head, I couldn't think of any that weren't American, either. Of course, you've already got your Audens and your Eliots confusing the American/British issue, so you could bring in Gertrude Stein or H.D. on the same passport, I guess. But anyway.
Speaking of lesbian writers, hey, The L Word is back on! I'm way hyped about this season; 2nd was a huge leap better than 1st, and if "Labia Majora" is any indication, it's just going to keep making me happier and happier.( this kind of happy...Collapse )
|Tuesday, January 3rd, 2006|
|quick like bunny!
Can someone tell me in which Firefly episode Inara and Kaylee try to dress River up, and she hates it and gets agitated? I cannot for the LIFE of me seem to locate it, and I know I'm not making it up -- right?
*grumbles* When, o when, will holiday-gift-fic-season ever end??
|Friday, December 30th, 2005|
|2005 pop SeSa recs -- vol. 3, the Timbertrick edition
Gradually, Then Suddenly
If I'd written a story this year that I actually liked, I would have hoped it would be something like this one. *g* This is a lovely, airy dive-bomb through history, lighting gently on all the various phases of Chris and Justin's relationship, hook-ups, freak-outs, teasing, romance, bitching about losing their spark, the whole life cycle of a long relationship in grand swoops, telling exactly what it needs, no more and no less. This is one of those stories where nothing really happens, and yet you feel like it's been packed dense with drama and suspense and whatnot. Gorgeous.Reclaiming
If I just said There are fifteen moments Chris regrets in his life, and eleven of them belong to Justin
, would you go read it? Sure, you would! Because that's a brilliant line and you know it is. This is one of those stories that feels horribly sad and yet twists up at the last moment and makes you fantastically happy -- this pairing seems especially good for that kind of thing. There's not a note hit here that other writers haven't done many times, but the writing is just masterful, and it's always good to sit back and let someone who really knows how to write go for it -- reminds you that even if there are only, whatever, seven stories in the world, none of us are going to run out of things to read anytime soon, as long as people like this keep wanting to write for us.Rhymes With Moon
I just like this one because it's a textbook example of how to write a PWP. They pretty much just have sex on a beach, but it's so perfectly *them* that it wouldn't make sense as a story with any other couple. It's just charming and dorky and hot, a candy-kiss of a story.
|2005 pop SeSa recs -- vol. 2
It's hookerfic, only not the normal kind. One of those Sex-in-the-City-esque AUs, which I don't always like, but I don't always dislike, either -- Justin's friends buy him a night with an upscale escort, and who's more luxury-goods than Lance Bass? Some of the dialogue felt slightly off, but some of it was *fantastic,* and Justin trying hard to be a respectful john, puzzling out the etiquette of the situation, was too perfect. About halfway through I started to sense there was a twist to this story, and I thought I had it figured out, but in fact I didn't, quite, so that was fun. The other guys have small but well-done roles: Chris was *irritating* and adorable, rather than the usual fan schtick of him being adorable and secretly smooth and brilliant, and JC was daffy without being, you know, stupid (It's usually best to ignore JC when he starts reminiscing; otherwise you end up talking about the mating habits of ticks or how many slices of Kraft cheese it would take to tile the living room floor
is on my ballot for best single line of this year's SeSa.)Imaginary Boyfriend
Ah, magical realism, how we've missed you! The perennial popslash theme of real vs. ideal, in a sweet little story where Chris wakes up one morning and Joey is his boyfriend, and it's just a little too good to be, well, real. Somehow, writing on this theme with Chris and Joey, the least idealized of the guys, makes it feel very fresh and interesting -- it's not about marketing and packaging and media standards and yadda yadda, but just about how you naturally tweak people in your head just a little tiny bit to make them better than they are, and what it feels like to realize you can stop doing that after all.A Sad Variety of Woe
I'm reccing this with some caveats, because I think it was written a little stiffly, and something about the style made it distancing when it should have been intimate and painful. The future-tense didn't help; you can't use two strongly distinctive tricks in one story, and the premise was already strong enough. This is an Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind
riff, and I loved it for looking at that issue of, what do you do when you know for sure that you've lived through something so remarkable that for the rest of your life, nothing else will really compare? I thought it was particularly interesting that Justin had done the same thing in a sense, putting this vast gap between his old and new lives, and even more interesting that his friends *assumed* his motives were the the same as Chris's, even when they weren't exactly. I particularly loved the semi-meta concept that they're saved by a fangirl who can't quite bear to let go of them; yay, fangirls! I think this story needs a rewrite with the help of a really experienced beta, and that if it got that, it would be fucking amazing. As it is, I like it anyway; it's definitely worth reading.Hard to Say I'm Sorry: A film about *NSync
From the genre of Phantom Fourth Album/Tour stories, and I can't sum it up better than Steve Fatone when he says "Justin Timberlake, former boyband member turned solo artist turned boyband member again turned amateur documentarian. Does he know what he's doing? No, but isn't he cute?"
A technically brilliant story, very entertaining with some nice, hot sex at the end, and my only complaint is that I think there was so much gold in the idea that *Justin,* of all people, has decided he needs to film this himself, that the story could really only get around to mining part of it. This is a nearly perfect road-fic/romance, and I'm probably being just difficult and picky to point out that it could have been a genius psychological investigation into Justin, too. How many brilliant stories was I expecting this author to turn out in one sitting? *g* It's great; there's nothing not to like, so read it. (I'm just saying, there's a really interesting remix lurking in there somewhere, too.)
|2005 pop SeSa recs, vol. 1
The Earl of Rothinghamtonfordshire
This was a big, big winner for me. I expected it to be a crack-ficcy romance novel parody, a la those Harlequin stories they were doing over in Atlantis fandom last fall, but it's not! It's teenage Nick, deciding it can't be that hard to write a novel! Only he went to bus school, so, harder than you'd think. The story is just gold -- funny as hell, and able to jab the boys without seeming mean-spirited; Nick is dumb as a box of hammers and Justin is totally self-absorbed, but in *endearing* ways, not that kind of "look how superior we, the readers are" way. I particularly loved the Backstreet group meetings, because it's harder, in my experience, to find good BSB whole-group-tomfoolery than it is to find the same thing in NSync fandom, and this is *very* good. Almost every line in those scenes is entirely quotable, but this will have to stand in:"Look, Nick," Howie said, "the point of this whole meeting was not to tell you what we didn't like about your book --"
"It wasn't?" Kevin said.
"You all thought we were having a meeting to talk about what we didn't like in Nick's book?"
"I didn't know," Brian said. "I just go where I'm told."
AJ said, "I thought there was going to be food."
And if that doesn't make you want to read the story, well, Jed, I don't even want to know you.Perfect
struck me as very similar, and that's not a bad thing. They're both Howie/Nick stories set "currently," and although their plots have very little in common, they just have a similar sense of chronicling the ups and downs and peculiarities of daily life on tour, and as in the last rec, excellent, excellent use of BSB group dynamics. They're both nice, low-key love stories of the, "Hey, how come I didn't know I was in love with him?" variety, a genre I'm fond of, and patience is rewarded and happy endings abound, and even though I'm not keen on this pairing, I had fun reading both. They're also both quite long, which is often a negative for me, but I didn't mind so much this time, and I know lots of people love the long ones, so that's all roses. And I don't know if it was drawn from a real concert moment or not (with these guys, it's hard to say), but the image of Kevin with a thrown bra tied around his head will be with me forever (that one comes courtesy of "Perfect").A Cable Car Named Desire
is one you might really like or really not, depending on your tolerance for genre gimmicks. It's a hardboiled noir detective story set in post-War San Francisco, and the author absolutely has the sound of the genre down cold -- so if, like me, you enjoy the dames-and-gumshoes patter, it's fun to read, but it might grate on you if that's not your thing. There's some pretty solid history in it, actually, about the early years of such a creature as a gay community and its relationship to the war, and a nice use of early-Cold War stuff, although the plot gets increasingly rushed and perfunctory as it gets toward the end (don't they always, with these deadlined stories?). Actually, there were a couple of things about the end I wasn't too pleased with, but once again, if you're a noir fan, the fun of reading it should trump the pacing and other assorted problems. This story is one of those that you get in popslash where you can't help thinking that with the names changed, it'd make a nice short novel for some queer press somewhere -- particularly in this case, where the story really needed a bit more elbow room to put some suspense into the last act.Everything In Its Place
Really, the only thing wrong with this story is that when you read GSF, you expect more porn. This is as close as it gets to gen GSF, with the emphasis on the group dynamics and whatnot, and really, where's the freaking porn, guys? I've noticed overall this year is gennish, with a lot of sort of old-school kiss-in-the-last-reel endings. Not that there's anything wrong with that. Anyway, this is a sweet, funny story; it's not the first fic in the world to try a patch-job on recent history and reaffirm that, no! They still love each other -- just in, like, private -- where no one can see! But it's one of the most successful. Hell, the writer almost had me convinced, and I am vv bitter and cynical about this kind of thing. JC faking an ancient prophecy from a Chinese sage that says they have to have an orgy in order to save the world from destruction is pretty fucking priceless.
|who are you, boogaloo, we've seen ten of you just this morning
Back from my extended vacation to the hometown! Actually, I got back Tuesday night, but after a fourteen-hour drive (14! Why do I do this to myself? Next time I drive home, I'm making Mary come with me for that reason alone) I was in no shape to do anything, and then yesterday I woke up and found that my mild cold had turned into a GIANT, SOUL-SUCKING COLD FROM BEYOND THE VOID. So I did what any reasonable person would do -- I stayed in bed all day, ate a tin of Christmas cookies, and tried to convince people in chat that there is *too* a vv compelling reson to be a Teal'c/Daniel shipper. (It really all boils down to: candles.)
Anyway, the trip was good! Staying out as late as my 20-year-old sister makes me feel young *g* -- particularly when I could then get up and do things before one in the afternoon, unlike my 20-year-old sister. My father's church has this nifty movie theater on the third floor, with actual movie seats and a popcorn machine and surround-sound, so kind of the geek highlight of my week was taking my shiny new copy of Serenity up to the church with my family and hylomorph
to see it on the big screen once again. shoesbaby
would have been there, except for the part about being a loser with other friends to go visit -- and by the way, y'all, I'm still not convinced there's such a person as "Katrina." You just got that name out of the newspaper, didn't you?
In less cheerful news, my father and sister continue to hate each other, but I really think it's the kind of thing that will be self-correcting once they don't actually have to live together. My grandmother is, you know, barely there anymore -- she has a particularly severe form of dementia that may or may not be Alzheimer's depending on which doctor you're asking -- and I was really happy that I went there in October, because at that point she had no short-term memory, but it was still obviously her you were talking to. You just had the same conversation over and over in about eight minute intervals, because that's how long it takes her to forget what's been said. But at this point, I mean, she's just not...I mean, there's really no earth logic there at all. But given that she also has emphysema and no one expected her to live this long at all, I was treating the October visit in my mind like it was the last time I'd see her -- so in a way, I was very well-prepared to feel like I wasn't seeing her now, either, if that makes any sense. They're selling her house in March, and we're in the process of picking it over and taking the things we need or want for family reasons, and I got the only thing I've been saying all along I wanted to lay sole claim to, which is an old ceramic butter churn that sat, all my life, next to the step up from my grandparents' den into their kitchen. When I was young, my grandfather (who died right after I turned nine) used to hide candy and toys and whatnot in it, and as soon as I'd come over to visit, he'd make a big fuss over how I had to go check the churn, because I was the official churn-checker (I was the only grandchild at the time) and I had Important Work to do before I started goofing around. He made it sound like a very significant job. *g* Anyway, that was the thing I wanted, and I have it now.
Now I'm home again, and due to the overlapping nature of our family vacations, I am still without Mary -- it's going to be like two weeks by the time everything is said and done, which is far longer than we've been separated since, uh, the year 2002. It's weird! I mean, it serves its purpose, since I have two more stories that need to get finished in the next few days, so I really shouldn't be lollygagging around letting Mary entertain me, but that's pragmatism, pah.
Okay, enough silly personal stuff. I have pretty much given up on my usual holiday project of reading all the DWNOGA stories all the way through, but I'm at least touching all of them and giving them a page or two's chance to win me over -- because you never know, with Secret Santa stories! I'll kick out a few recs, but like I said, I'm still in holiday-fic-writing mode and I've probably overlooked a ton; this is a very non-scientific survey this year.
|Friday, December 16th, 2005|
|it's that time of year again
-- My Atlantis holiday story is done!
-- My finals are over!
-- I have downloaded Grace Under Pressure and am preparing to watch!
-- My popslash holiday story is not done, and in fact sucks and is ruining my life!
-- I am ruining Christmas with my inexplicable desire to spread joy over the course of an *entire holiday season* rather than welding it specifically to an ahistorical and politically selected date!
-- I am out of money, and my new student loan check has yet to come in! Begging loans from my parents is zero fun!
-- I am thirty years old, in spite of the fact that I am convinced that I am LYING every time I say it. I checked my driver's licence twice and grilled my mother thoroughly, and it does appear to be true. Am baffled by this. Some of those years may or may not have been stolen from me and lived by somebody else; still checking into that. Still hope to be as hot as Marg Helgenberger or Kylie Minogue when I grow up, but as of this morning, few if any signs of that. Nonetheless, I remain reasonably mellow about this event.
|Friday, December 9th, 2005|
|time to quit ignoring homework and start ignoring finals!
Ah, winter again. The sore throat, the sudden, stricken recognition of one's dire poverty, the good movies finally being released, the profound questioning of one's career choices as term papers are handed in, the
liberal conspiracy against Christmas
I always want to say to those people: "I've been a certified, self-proclaimed liberal for nearly thirty years now, and I practice a non-Christian religion. If there were such a conspiracy, I really think they would have cc'ed me the memo
." Really, if I don't know anything about the conspiracy, how well-organized can it be?
Also, I found this....
LITERATURE! - You have a story...oh yes, you do!
You are not quite sure what it is, but it
burns! It burns to be poured onto the page!
Write! Write I say! And thrill us with your
unique view of the world. YOU are your own
inspiration! What Kind of Novel Should I Write? brought to you by Quizilla
sort of unhelpful. I mean, can y'all be a little more *specific*? It's like those teen magazines that always told you to be yourself, and you were like, "Bitch, if I knew how to do that, I wouldn't have bought this magazine."
|Wednesday, November 30th, 2005|
|my first angel
I could do a post about Thanksgiving (so, so much vodka) or about last week's VMars (how can Duncan be so screwed up and yet so boring at the same time? mamma's gonna need some things from RadioShack, bwah! Logan/Eli -- nobody can try to have you killed like your ex-boyfriend, know what I mean?) or the way that my love of X-Files has finally paid off for me by making me look both smart and interesting in front of my 3000 professor (thanks, Darrin Morgan!) -- but no, there is no time for that. This post will be all about Rent.( By which I mean, seriously, alllll about RentCollapse )
|Wednesday, November 23rd, 2005|
|the non-spoiler spoiler post
Aquarium, "The Hive" : OMG, Rodney!
HP & Goblet of Fire: Alan Rickman totally pwns that franchise, even when he's barely in the film. When I read the books, I still have no particular attachment to Snape, but OMG, ALAN! You are hysterically funny and weirdly hot and I adore you way beyond the bounds of anything reasonable.
Rome: Dammit. Nice going, Vorenus.
The best sitcom you're not watching right now is Out of Practice, aka the Stockard & Henry Show. How much do I love the both of them? I am also, of course, not unswayed by the fact that one of the characters is a lesbian (the very fine Paula Marshall, whom Sorkinites will remember as Jenny the Adult Film Actress from Sports Night), but mostly? Stockard Channing and Henry Winkler are awesome and wonderful as a divorced couple who seem to be bickering for old times' sake, but who mostly understand each other too well not to appreciate each other. I realize that if you're watching the Aly & Neil Patrick show at 8:30, then you have to survive Two and a Half Men to get to Out of Practice, but you should. It's cool, I think, to have a sitcom that isn't about raising children or about single people and their wacky search for love. Out of Practice is a family sitcom, but the three kids are grown professionals, so it's a lot about the relationships you have with your parents as adults, and the way you see them as real people rather than just as Mom and Dad. Also, Regina should totally steal more of Oliver's girlfriends; she should do so at *every* opportunity. And hang onto the jewelry he gave to them, hee.
Progress Reports on My Holiday Stories (edited for content):
SGA - I think I can handle this one. I told Mary my concept and she kind of rolled her eyes and implied that it sounded out of character to her, which I guess should have me worried, but what the hell. No guts, no glory. We can't let canon push us around, now, can we? Also, I don't think it's going to turn out as smutty as I had originally imagined, which is unlike me.
popslash - I've got *nothing.* I'm literally clueless. The best I can say is that Mary and I have an eight-hour car ride tonight to Virginia for Thanksgiving, and maybe between us we'll come up with something.
threesome - I just want to say, I got a really tough assignment here. You get four options, and two of mine were for fandoms that mean literally zero to me. So then I had these other two, which were fandoms I could hack, but one requested a character that's become prominent since I slacked off on watching the show, so I didn't feel comfortable with that, and I was left with one feasible option. Now, I have come up with a story that I really love, but here's my question:
What's the fan politics on villainous characters for gift fics? Because, okay, I'm writing Character X, right? And he is, canonically speaking, kind of a bastard, but he is a big woobie for the fandom (I don't think this is too spoilery, because God knows fandom loves their bastard/woobies all around the board). But in this story, he'd kind of end up being a bastard. Is that okay? I've done some research on my recipient, and she doesn't seem to be a Crazy Character X fan, but still, maybe that isn't how she likes her X, or maybe it's a little dark for a Christmas story (although unlike last year, I'm not planning to write anything where a title character takes a severe intestinal wound and dies slowly -- no need to thank me!)
I don't know, the thing is, I like dark stories. I'm better at them. And I like my Character X on the darker side, and not all woobified. Also, it would be an *awesome* story, if I can pull it together right. Also, I have no other ideas. But I don't want to ruin Christmas for my recipient or anything. And objectively speaking, though I love this story personally, I can see that it'll be one that people will either love or absolutely hate, depending on what baggage they have surrounding the characters and what they're looking for in a story like this. So, given that I'm writing it for someone I don't know well, should I try to come up with something different, something a little more festive and crowd-pleasing?
|Friday, November 18th, 2005|
|what do i want to be when i grow up, again?
For those people waiting with bated breath (pretty much just Mary, I think), the werewolf novel competition has reached the finals round, and I am not in it. Frankly, after waiting five months on this, I'm just as pleased to be let off the hook. Although I am sort of sad about these characters, because I liked them. And I used all my Good Fanfic Writer Mojo to tailor them specifically to the demands of WW canon, so they will be difficult if not impossible to reinvent as OCs. Hmph. If they'd only been more generic and interchangeable, dammit!
Anyway, I should still write a novel, man. I just don't know which one.
Also, Nabokov = crackfic. I'm saying.
|Thursday, November 17th, 2005|
|on the subject of girls, gen and ungen
( Veronica Mars spoilersCollapse ) jennyo
is doing a gen ficathon for female characters, the which you might look at signing up for. I myself have THREE HOLIDAY CHALLENGE STORIES going on (whose idea was that
?), so I think I'm going to refrain, but it should be cool. In the spirit of that, here are a handful of female-centric stories, slash and gen, that I think should be written. For what it's worth.
1) anything about Sara Sidle that doesn't involve her crush on Gil. I think we all know about her crush on Gil. The series played it to death, and then fandom reduced it to a fine powder. We GET it. She has a crush on Gil. OTOH, she appears to date more than anyone on the team except Warrick, back when he was a single guy, so we can surely assume that Thoughts of Gil do not necessarily rule her life.
2) A story about Lianne Mars. She's just an interesting, sad character to me -- Keith being about the coolest man in the world, he must have married a cool woman, and then there's surely a story there about her loss of control, and the tension between her alcoholism and her family life. I can totally understand why Veronica has kind of moved to a place of demonizing her mom by now, but I think there's probably a lot there for a good story.
3) Practical Magic incest. Okay, it wouldn't have
to be incest; I'd read any Practical Magic fic. But it should be incest, because hi, weird about each other. Why should Numb3rs fandom have all the fun? I once toyed with the idea of doing a Charmed/Practical Magic crossover, because, I mean, yes. Paige and Gilly? Yes.
4) post-show fic about Franny Vecchio. I know there is some, but there should be more
. This is also good crossover territory; you could add her to the cast of whatever police procedural you like. I think it would be interesting if, when push came to shove, Franny was too timid to be comfortable as a cop, but went into Crime Scene Investigation instead. As my cable package is always telling me, you can do it through community college. And sure, she's pretty scattered, but maybe she has suprising powers of concentration when she applies herself. I can see her being all, "I can tell the difference between 750 shades of berry lipstick at a glance -- tell me
I don't have an eye for detail!" Or not. I don't care, I just want to know what she does with her life -- instead of or in addition to having ninety babies.
5) Ada/Ruby from Cold Mountain. Yes, I realize this is the second time I've suggested that people should write more Nicole Kidman slash. What, I'm gonna apologize for that? Write more Nicole Kidman slash!
6) post-series Hermione fic. Like I am with many clever, self-possessed adolescent girls in real life, I just get very squeaky and excited thinking about how cool she'll be as a grown-up. She should be a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.
7) JOSIE AND THE PUSSYCATS FIC. Guys, I've been looking for this for three years now. Seriously, we wants it! GSF, or really even gen. Seeing Rosario Dawson do the publicity rounds for Rent has reminded me how much I love that movie. Who's a rock star?
8) Kendall/Greenlee from All My Children. You'll get triple bonus points with marythefan
for this one. And seriously, the producers really couldn't be making it any easier for you if they tried. This must be them mollifying their Angry Lesbian Fanbase after Bianca fucked off to Europe. *g*
9) Donna Moss gen. (I keep wanting to call her "Donna Mars." My subconscious is rooting for a crossover?) Yes, I am actually a frustrated Josh/Donna shipper, but OTOH, they're doing this cool thing now where they're letting Donna have some personhood outside of Josh, and I think this is A) better for the Josh/Donna relationship, and B) cool. I'm down with the zeitgeist on this one. Let Donna Be Donna!
10) Rayanne/Sharon from My So-Called Life. Possibly futurefic. Hell, they live in Pittsburgh; there should be a QaF crossover. God knows QaF needs cooler lesbians. I really love the idea of Rayanne/Sharon, because they have a particular type of opposites-attract that I enjoy, that whole free-spirit/bundle-of-nerves that I tend to want to slash when it comes to female characters (Josie/Mel, Ruby/Ada, Faith/Buffy, Shane/Jenny -- oh, shut up, I don't want to hear about it -- Chloe/Lana, Lily/Veronica, Gillian/Sally, Tatum/Sidney. I betcha I would have liked Kennnedy/Willow if Kennedy hadn't sucked
.) Anyway, I can totally see Rayanne and Sharon in their 20s, and what kind of dykes they'd be -- Rayanne would be all tragically hip and "don't label me!" and Sharon would assiduously work at electing city councilors and defeating propositions and all like "I'm just like anyone else!" And they'd both be vaguely ashamed of each other, but also, should anyone dare to suggest that they should be vaguely ashamed of each other? They'd be OUTRAGED. Nobody else
gets to criticize their girl.
ETA: I can't believe I forgot this one!
11) Mae/Doris from A League of Their Own. Because they are so clearly married
. God, yes.
|Monday, November 14th, 2005|
|Friday, November 11th, 2005|
|wassail, unknown popslasher!
Dear Secret Santa:
So it's not been the best year for this fandom, but that was then and this is now! Can you feel that seasonal love in the air? It's the time of nostalgia and tradition and whatnot, and we have that working in our favor.
In other words: Don't panic. All I want for Christmas is some hot buttered rum and a little time spent with a boyband. However, I know that you may not be as zen as I am right now, because you're stressing about what kind of story to write. (I am not stressing about what kind of story to write -- I'm not sure why that is. I think I may be in denial.) So in the tradition of the SeSa, here are some things you might find useful to think about when stressing about what kind of story to write:
1) If you choose the NSync pairing, remember that I am bitter and depressed, so plis to not torture me any further. Cuteness and togetherness are good things. In terms of time period, your safest bet would probably be that 1998-2000 stretch when they were all together all the time and, you know, famous and whatnot. Those are happy years, in my head.
2) If you choose the Backstreet pairing, you probably have a lot greater latitude, because of how cute and happy they all are right this minute. Actually, because they're happy and together in RL, you can actually abuse them in fic rather more without traumatizing me permanently, so if you're the type (like me) who finds it easier to write restless angst, you might consider the BSB pairing more heavily. Of course, maybe you only write one fandom or the other, in which case you don't need help choosing a pairing, and I'm being of no use to you right now.
3) AUs. Okay, here's my thing about AUs, which I mention because they were so common last year that I expect a lot of people will be wanting to undertake them this year, too. Here's the thing. I like AUs, but I only like really crackheaded, flashy, bombastic AUs
. In other words, I don't like stories where they're college students or waiters or librarians or whatever, so much as I like stories where they're...rescuing French nobles from the guillotine, or demon hunters, or, I don't know, cancan dancers? If they're going to work in a coffee shop, at least locate that coffee shop on a Martian colony. What I'm saying is, if you are the kind of writer who digs AUs, that's cool, but I actually have a real life, and I prefer stories where something a little more entertaining than that goes on.
I realize these are not very specific, which is either the right thing to do, or kind of annoying, or maybe both. I like porn a really lot, but I don't absolutely require it in a good story. I like the use of minor characters for the sake of verissimilitude. That's all I've got for you this morning, I think. I'm sorry!
Anyway, I enjoy SeSa every year no matter what, so don't feel like you're somehow responsible for the quality of my holiday experience or anything like that. Just write a story, try not to kill yourself doing it, and enjoy everybody's contributions to the cause.
|these can't really be CSI spoilers, can they?
OMFG, Nicky, you look like an over-the-hill gay porn star with that tack-ass moustache. What *was* that thing before it died on your lip? For shame, Nicky! I know that you look, like, fifteen years old a lot of the time, and as you're probably twice that, it must be annoying, and perhaps you think the facial hair makes you look older. Trust me, older is only ONE of the things it makes you look. It's not worth it, man. All those neat scenes where you were arguing in Spanish and slinging guns around? One-tenth as neat as they would have been if you weren't wearing that godawful moustache
Also, heeeee, Greg, okay, I get it already! You're sleeping with Grissom! So you can be all snot-nosed and bratty and he'll take it calmly and even look like he still thinks you're kinda cute. So good for you! Because I like you bratty, too. And you totally need to take Grissom to the track with you and show him all about things he can't control. Yes.
You know who else I really liked for no very significant reasons? The hot hooker with the funny-looking rhinestone-studded glasses who was so fantastically mellow, all like, "Huh, SWAT team, that makes sense. I'll be on my way then." I guess that's Vegas for you.
And, not related to this but not incidentally:THANK YOU for those of you who contributed to my pregnancy folklore assignment. Not for the first time, I wonder how anybody ever gets an education without a good flist.
|Wednesday, November 9th, 2005|
|hey, anybody wanna help me with my homework?
I'm collecting folklore about pregnancy for a class project. Don't worry! You don't have to be pregnant for this.
I'm interested in any superstitions or customs or whatnot you've ever heard surrounding pregnancy: how to increase your chances of getting or not getting pregnant, how you can tell what sex your baby is going to be, etc. What does heavy vs. light morning sickness mean, carrying high vs. carrying low -- really, anything that someone once told you (folklore being technically defined basically as "that stuff that someone once told you") surrounding pregnancy.
The only info I need along with it is a) where you're from and b) if you can remember who told you this and under what circumstances. (In childhood, when you were pregnant, at a baby shower?)
No obligation to buy! I won't continue to bug you or anything; this is sheerly a collection project, not a series of interviews or anything complicated like that. Please and thank you! (Commenting to this post would be best, but you can e-mail me if you need to for some reason.)
|Friday, October 21st, 2005|
|Thursday, October 20th, 2005|
So my advisor says that I am entirely on track and shiny (she didn't say I was shiny, but how cool would that have been?) for graduating in the spring. I still have to take a Georgia Constitution test and get my AP scores in line so I can skip the reading/writing tests that I've been blowing off for a year and a half now, and get my transfer credit for Asian-American Women's History approved both toward my minor requirements and my A&S multicultural requirement -- oh, and also take some classes next semester and PASS ENGL 3K this semester (I got a D on that midterm, which...yay? passing?) -- and, obviously, navigate whatever brain-splattering last-minute bureaucratic traumas will inevitably pop up....
But all that being said, I should graduate in May.
Me and Veronica Mars *g*