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I used to have a fic index, but I seem to have misplaced it in the move, and I haven't had much use for it anyway, recently. My fic can be found under the "my fic" tag. I think you'll find that most of my tags are self-explanatory like that. If you want a handy list with summaries and sorted things, the best I can do right now is to refer you to the Archive of our Own where all the things which are my own are in fact archived.
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belated holiday cheer
Have not watched the teen wolf movie, and will not, but:
Holland Roden is also in a Christmas movie with Tyler Hynes called "Time for Him to Come Home for Christmas" and they have maybe the fanficiest storyline Hallmark has ever produced, and I'm including the ones where there is secret royalty. It's delightful. (It's also a Mysteries channel movie, so there's more genuine angst than the main channel movies have. Still good, though.)
Also delightful, belatedly: Haul Out the Holly, starring Lacy Chabert and Wes Brown, with maybe the best supporting cast of wacky neighbors ever assembled for a made-for-tv film.
Holland Roden is also in a Christmas movie with Tyler Hynes called "Time for Him to Come Home for Christmas" and they have maybe the fanficiest storyline Hallmark has ever produced, and I'm including the ones where there is secret royalty. It's delightful. (It's also a Mysteries channel movie, so there's more genuine angst than the main channel movies have. Still good, though.)
Also delightful, belatedly: Haul Out the Holly, starring Lacy Chabert and Wes Brown, with maybe the best supporting cast of wacky neighbors ever assembled for a made-for-tv film.
I don't know where the hell else I would post this
so every week for the past few years, I've had a Tuesday morning coffee meeting with a coworker. It's usually maybe fifteen minutes of work conversation sprinkled into over an hour of anything else - my mom, who he knows; our church, which we've both belonged to since the 90s; his family, which is extensive; the latest documentary thing he watched on netflix or HBO or the podcast clip rattling around my brain; whatever the fuck is currently going most obviously wrong in the news, the world, the country, or politics.
We live in a ~progressive~ town, he's fairly liberal but occasionally agrees with a good-faith republican idea. He's almost 20 years older than I am, grew up Catholic but left it ages ago.
Anyway, over the weekend he and his wife dropped his youngest, lacrosse-playing, son off at college. At a very artsy, majority female, fairly diverse school. Something like 35% of the undergraduate population is "LGB...T...plus...(in a slightly hushed tone) Queer self-identifying," he said. Although now that I'm thinking about it again, he might've said that was the composition of the incoming class, not the total population. Anyway. It's a school one of my best friends attended, over twenty years ago. I know it pretty well. I don't think the school has changed all that much (except for the men's lacrosse team, which was definitely not a thing back then) but the world around it had a ton of catching up to do.
Anyway. I've been thinking about it all afternoon. It honestly might be the first time he's said the word queer out loud, as a polite, kind, white man, rapidly approaching retirement age.
We live in a ~progressive~ town, he's fairly liberal but occasionally agrees with a good-faith republican idea. He's almost 20 years older than I am, grew up Catholic but left it ages ago.
Anyway, over the weekend he and his wife dropped his youngest, lacrosse-playing, son off at college. At a very artsy, majority female, fairly diverse school. Something like 35% of the undergraduate population is "LGB...T...plus...(in a slightly hushed tone) Queer self-identifying," he said. Although now that I'm thinking about it again, he might've said that was the composition of the incoming class, not the total population. Anyway. It's a school one of my best friends attended, over twenty years ago. I know it pretty well. I don't think the school has changed all that much (except for the men's lacrosse team, which was definitely not a thing back then) but the world around it had a ton of catching up to do.
Anyway. I've been thinking about it all afternoon. It honestly might be the first time he's said the word queer out loud, as a polite, kind, white man, rapidly approaching retirement age.
still not here, but I can acknowledge I ought to be!
dreamwidth is currently trending on twitter because of this whole Elon Musk purchase situation, which. lol, and also congrats?
in related...that dude... news, I guess, the spacex-powered launch to the ISS later this week features someone I once met, briefly. Look up Jess Watkins, she's neato.
in related...that dude... news, I guess, the spacex-powered launch to the ISS later this week features someone I once met, briefly. Look up Jess Watkins, she's neato.
still upright and mostly functioning. wooooo, Christmas
I had a mostly inconsequential hardware failure...several? months ago, which took out the default way I checked my fannish email. So, I haven't logged in to it since, because no one ever tries to contact me there, and just. My brain is full, y'all. Everything continues to be a lot.
It only just occurred to me now that, in addition to all the missed notifications of fic that's been posted, that I've also missed any comment notifications. Because I also have only logged into ao3 like twice since summer.
Anyway, merry Christmas to those celebrating, happy yuletide to everyone else. I am off to the church for probably ten hours so we can live stream all four of our Christmas Eve services, and do so with a competence that meets my minimal standards.
It only just occurred to me now that, in addition to all the missed notifications of fic that's been posted, that I've also missed any comment notifications. Because I also have only logged into ao3 like twice since summer.
Anyway, merry Christmas to those celebrating, happy yuletide to everyone else. I am off to the church for probably ten hours so we can live stream all four of our Christmas Eve services, and do so with a competence that meets my minimal standards.
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I'm sort of poking at a fic idea (having failed at WIP amnestying the stuff I thought about last month, because I couldn't stop shifting around the existing words) but I am, like. Mildly terrified of fandom right now?
It'd be for the dominant ship for a big fandom on a currently-popular thing, and I made the mistake of reading some of the comments people are leaving on fic on ao3, and just. I can't with that, y'all.
Also? This thing where you can see people's ao3 user ID # on their profiles is just making me feel very, very old, but also it was sort of fun to hop around to the profiles of people who were in, like, a Stargate fandom when it launched to see what their number is. Or people who I remember from yuletide.
Also x2 in the feeling old division, there was a tweet going around that was some version of where did you discover fic/fandom: LJ/ff.net...idk, Wattpad, tumblr, ao3? And for me it was LJ, but like. yahoo groups? listservs? Anyway. old. grumpy. I'm fine, this is all fine.
My parents are both covid-vaccinated now, which is great, and which they both handled much better than my dumbass cat handled being deposited into the no-contact vestibule at the vet's office for his annual checkup today. "We just kept him wrapped in a towel the whole time," the vet said. "It was fine."
It'd be for the dominant ship for a big fandom on a currently-popular thing, and I made the mistake of reading some of the comments people are leaving on fic on ao3, and just. I can't with that, y'all.
Also? This thing where you can see people's ao3 user ID # on their profiles is just making me feel very, very old, but also it was sort of fun to hop around to the profiles of people who were in, like, a Stargate fandom when it launched to see what their number is. Or people who I remember from yuletide.
Also x2 in the feeling old division, there was a tweet going around that was some version of where did you discover fic/fandom: LJ/ff.net...idk, Wattpad, tumblr, ao3? And for me it was LJ, but like. yahoo groups? listservs? Anyway. old. grumpy. I'm fine, this is all fine.
My parents are both covid-vaccinated now, which is great, and which they both handled much better than my dumbass cat handled being deposited into the no-contact vestibule at the vet's office for his annual checkup today. "We just kept him wrapped in a towel the whole time," the vet said. "It was fine."
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I have told myself literally every day for the past month and change, "OMG just go post anything. Literally anything." And yet I have failed to do so. A couple minutes ago, I clicked through to take a silly quiz and the first question is "pick your favorite season" and I honestly have no idea. Did I know the answer to that question this time last year? Or at any point previously? I have no idea.
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I'm thinking about WIP amnesty-ing some fic tomorrow. There's a couple stories that I've been telling myself the same handful of bits of for many years now, and they haven't evolved, and I haven't added to them, and they're just never going to be more than they are at this rate.
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We had a hurricane last summer, and my little neighborhood, which includes a gas station and about 14 restaurants and a couple hundred residences and a train station and the intersection of a state highway and I-95 lost power for SIX AND A HALF DAYS which is still bonkers to me. And then, because #2020 I kept forgetting that was a thing that had happened.
Prior to that, I had sort of settled into manageable pandemic mode. I was making gradual progress on decluttering from my decade in this house, and even some of the boxes that had moved here with me and gotten shoved into a closet or the garage, never to be considered. And then I spent most of that one weird bad week worrying about a COVID spike because of thousands upon thousands of people who'd changed their patterns to cope with days of no electricity with, like, kids to feed and care for and entertain. Oh, honey. Wow was that week not the problem.
I've still accomplished some things, but not the housecleaning things, and it's not the same as those stories I'm never going to finish telling, but there's a mode there of busy hands and meandering thoughts that I think I could get back to with so very, very little effort.
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I'm thinking about WIP amnesty-ing some fic tomorrow. There's a couple stories that I've been telling myself the same handful of bits of for many years now, and they haven't evolved, and I haven't added to them, and they're just never going to be more than they are at this rate.
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We had a hurricane last summer, and my little neighborhood, which includes a gas station and about 14 restaurants and a couple hundred residences and a train station and the intersection of a state highway and I-95 lost power for SIX AND A HALF DAYS which is still bonkers to me. And then, because #2020 I kept forgetting that was a thing that had happened.
Prior to that, I had sort of settled into manageable pandemic mode. I was making gradual progress on decluttering from my decade in this house, and even some of the boxes that had moved here with me and gotten shoved into a closet or the garage, never to be considered. And then I spent most of that one weird bad week worrying about a COVID spike because of thousands upon thousands of people who'd changed their patterns to cope with days of no electricity with, like, kids to feed and care for and entertain. Oh, honey. Wow was that week not the problem.
I've still accomplished some things, but not the housecleaning things, and it's not the same as those stories I'm never going to finish telling, but there's a mode there of busy hands and meandering thoughts that I think I could get back to with so very, very little effort.
so, yesterday...
I resolved that I was going to try to do a few things at least once a week this year. One of them was post to this journal.
Yikes. But hi. Hope y'all are bearing up under *waves hands* all this. I'll be back later.
Yikes. But hi. Hope y'all are bearing up under *waves hands* all this. I'll be back later.
fic! also it is cold here but I don't want to talk about it!
In the past week, I have accomplished at least 85% of the things I was supposed to, and for the first time in a year and a half actually finished a thing that I started writing. (This thing I started and finished in an afternoon. The last thing, I started and finished in the middle of the night. I think the moral of this story is if I have the urge to write, I need to actually do it, right then.)
only light can do that. only love can do that. (1652 words) by healingmirth
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Shameless (US)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich
Characters: Ian Gallagher, Mickey Milkovich
Additional Tags: Gallavich Advent Calendar, Winter, substandard housing, Canon-Typical Homophobic Language, canon-typical references to violence
Summary:
(I have spent 3? maybe 4? weeks total in Chicago in my whole life, and the most enduring memory I have from any of that time is that the cop cars look like taxis and the taxis look like cop cars. AND YET I managed to screw up the color of cop cars' lights for this and not notice until many hours later, by which point I just decided to roll with it. I have made AUs of stupider things. Shameless has 100% messed up stupider things.)
only light can do that. only love can do that. (1652 words) by healingmirth
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Shameless (US)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich
Characters: Ian Gallagher, Mickey Milkovich
Additional Tags: Gallavich Advent Calendar, Winter, substandard housing, Canon-Typical Homophobic Language, canon-typical references to violence
Summary:
Red and blue lights flashed through the windows and off the ceiling, and Mickey closed his eyes, drew in a slow breath through his nose and let it out. When he opened his eyes again, the lights were still there.
(I have spent 3? maybe 4? weeks total in Chicago in my whole life, and the most enduring memory I have from any of that time is that the cop cars look like taxis and the taxis look like cop cars. AND YET I managed to screw up the color of cop cars' lights for this and not notice until many hours later, by which point I just decided to roll with it. I have made AUs of stupider things. Shameless has 100% messed up stupider things.)
it's just bad decision turtles all the way down
So, coming up on three weeks ago, I stumbled into a Shameless marathon on Showtime. Coming up on two weeks ago, having mostly forgotten about it, I stumbled into a Shameless marathon on Showtime. And then I found an edit of the entire Ian/Mickey storyline on YouTube. And then I spent ten days doing very little other than reading Shameless fic. Turns out there is quite a lot of it!
I have no idea if this is a more or less bad than what I'd been doing previously, which was endlessly refreshing politics twitter and looking at pictures of cats on instagram.
( spoilers for, I guess, all past seasons and the current promo material? )
So if anyone wants Shameless recs, ask and I can go back through my history, but also you can basically just sort by kudos - which I did, but then it turns out I skipped some some of it because it seemed from the summaries like it was the sort of nonsense, ~uwu~ or any-two-guys or whatever bland variety AU, stuff that picks up a ton of cross-fandom clicks if its long and internally consistent. And then it turned out most of it was actually still deeply character-based, awesome, dense, rich, hot storytelling.
All this fic reading is sort of making me want to do yuletide, or, more feasibly, poke at some of my abandoned WiP longfic ideas to maybe do a thing for the Shousetsu Bang*Bang year-end issue.
Or disappear back into the void again, which is far more likely. 2019, y'all. Not a fan.
I have no idea if this is a more or less bad than what I'd been doing previously, which was endlessly refreshing politics twitter and looking at pictures of cats on instagram.
( spoilers for, I guess, all past seasons and the current promo material? )
So if anyone wants Shameless recs, ask and I can go back through my history, but also you can basically just sort by kudos - which I did, but then it turns out I skipped some some of it because it seemed from the summaries like it was the sort of nonsense, ~uwu~ or any-two-guys or whatever bland variety AU, stuff that picks up a ton of cross-fandom clicks if its long and internally consistent. And then it turned out most of it was actually still deeply character-based, awesome, dense, rich, hot storytelling.
All this fic reading is sort of making me want to do yuletide, or, more feasibly, poke at some of my abandoned WiP longfic ideas to maybe do a thing for the Shousetsu Bang*Bang year-end issue.
Or disappear back into the void again, which is far more likely. 2019, y'all. Not a fan.
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a very Hallmark Winter: Winter Love Story
I forget what I was going to try to do next for this whole hallmark recap/review thing, but - this one's real good!
Cassie (Jen Lilley) is a writer who's just published a memoir, which she needs to promote. Her mother is a famous novelist and professor, her best friend owns a sweet coffee shop, and Cassie mostly has some realistic if frustrating issues believing in herself that drive much of the plot.
Elliott (Kevin McGarry) is a recently divorced author of a popular fantasy series, with good stage presence, self-deprecating charm, a great dog, and a fantastically supportive attitude towards Cassie, her writing, and her career.
Everyone's just really positive, and really helpful, and really nice, and fun. It's on again Sunday afternoon!
Oh, also! When Cassie visits her publisher's office early in the movie, the first book cover poster you see on the wall is Naomi Klein's book about the economic and political forces facing Puerto Rico post-Maria: The Battle For Paradise: Puerto Rico Takes on the Disaster Capitalists which is a great and bonkers piece of set design for a Hallmark movie.
(Also, I think the new Roswell on the CW might be great, help.)
Cassie (Jen Lilley) is a writer who's just published a memoir, which she needs to promote. Her mother is a famous novelist and professor, her best friend owns a sweet coffee shop, and Cassie mostly has some realistic if frustrating issues believing in herself that drive much of the plot.
Elliott (Kevin McGarry) is a recently divorced author of a popular fantasy series, with good stage presence, self-deprecating charm, a great dog, and a fantastically supportive attitude towards Cassie, her writing, and her career.
Everyone's just really positive, and really helpful, and really nice, and fun. It's on again Sunday afternoon!
Oh, also! When Cassie visits her publisher's office early in the movie, the first book cover poster you see on the wall is Naomi Klein's book about the economic and political forces facing Puerto Rico post-Maria: The Battle For Paradise: Puerto Rico Takes on the Disaster Capitalists which is a great and bonkers piece of set design for a Hallmark movie.
(Also, I think the new Roswell on the CW might be great, help.)
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victory?
I have finally taught the facebook and instagram algorithms that literally the only thing they should bother suggesting to me are cute cat pictures and videos. I could probably teach tumblr same, especially now, if I were willing to follow more cat stuff, but two out of three is acceptable.
It may have helped that I've been using Firefox Focus for all my mobile link-following off twitter and facebook for a couple months now. I'm still being chased by a couple of zombie ads from my amazon holiday shopping, but half of that stuff was pet-related too.
Also, the only thing YouTube is suggesting to me are Bon Appetit videos and Lin-Manuel Miranda, with an occasional swerve to one of the broadway-adjacent things that I've already watched 15 times. If you missed the Kennedy Center Honors on TV the other night- https://youtu.be/9QoRHMuiqMs - One Last Time only made me cry a little bit. Brb, watching that again for the rest of the afternoon.
It may have helped that I've been using Firefox Focus for all my mobile link-following off twitter and facebook for a couple months now. I'm still being chased by a couple of zombie ads from my amazon holiday shopping, but half of that stuff was pet-related too.
Also, the only thing YouTube is suggesting to me are Bon Appetit videos and Lin-Manuel Miranda, with an occasional swerve to one of the broadway-adjacent things that I've already watched 15 times. If you missed the Kennedy Center Honors on TV the other night- https://youtu.be/9QoRHMuiqMs - One Last Time only made me cry a little bit. Brb, watching that again for the rest of the afternoon.
three things make some avoidance
I still have very many christmas movies wholly unwatched on my DVR. And three watched ones saved as private entries because I'm still looking at whether I care about finding a consistent review format or voice. They replay so often that, had I actually posted any of them in a timely manner, some of y'all could have caught a replay of a good one. Maybe next year, if I keep poking at it.
My annual new years cold, the one I catch from everyone bringing fun new germs to town for Christmas, arrived a little early, so I was out flat with it yesterday, but will probably be fine tomorrow.
I read one Yuletide story - Mathnet! - on Christmas day and it was great, and I haven't been back to the archive since. Whoops.
My annual new years cold, the one I catch from everyone bringing fun new germs to town for Christmas, arrived a little early, so I was out flat with it yesterday, but will probably be fine tomorrow.
I read one Yuletide story - Mathnet! - on Christmas day and it was great, and I haven't been back to the archive since. Whoops.
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a very Hallmark Christmas: A Veteran's Christmas
Grace Garland (yes, really) is a Marine just off active duty in Afghanistan who's going to be an engineer of some sort in Cincinnati. She misses her search-and-rescue (and also explosive detection? sure.) dog. Named Christmas.
Joe Petersen is a small-town judge who lives on a farm with his dog, Justice. She crashes her new-used car into his fence because something on the car broke. Again, sure. Whatever. Non-threateningly handsome.
If this were airing on Lifetime, it would fully be a coin flip whether the dude whose farm she crashes into is going to be the love of her life or a serial killer. I get that you're a badass marine and also have just conked your head, lady, but yikes.
I would have had more to say about movies before actual Christmas if I hadn't been cringe-watching this one in 8 minute increments for the past week. What we have here is two people plus extended family who talk to everyone with depth and openness in a way that is probably great for maintaining healthy relationships, but personally makes me want to flee.
( this one's short )
I fully only stuck with this because once I realized where it was going, I hoped the last 20 minutes would be good. The last 20 minutes were good! I genuinely believe that all these very nice characters will be very happy for the rest of their fictional lives.
Joe Petersen is a small-town judge who lives on a farm with his dog, Justice. She crashes her new-used car into his fence because something on the car broke. Again, sure. Whatever. Non-threateningly handsome.
If this were airing on Lifetime, it would fully be a coin flip whether the dude whose farm she crashes into is going to be the love of her life or a serial killer. I get that you're a badass marine and also have just conked your head, lady, but yikes.
I would have had more to say about movies before actual Christmas if I hadn't been cringe-watching this one in 8 minute increments for the past week. What we have here is two people plus extended family who talk to everyone with depth and openness in a way that is probably great for maintaining healthy relationships, but personally makes me want to flee.
( this one's short )
I fully only stuck with this because once I realized where it was going, I hoped the last 20 minutes would be good. The last 20 minutes were good! I genuinely believe that all these very nice characters will be very happy for the rest of their fictional lives.
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a very Hallmark Christmas: Homegrown Christmas
Maddie loves shoes and somehow made a company out of that. Having sold the company and found herself completely rudderless, she is back home for Christmas, where she will (*gasp*) inevitably run into her high school sweetheart.
Carter is a woodworker/furniture shop manager who has made his home in the town where he and Maddie grew up, and is working for Maddie's family's business. The only things I like about him are his work ethic and his appropriate level of disregard for how important this imperiled high school dance is.
This, friends, is the point where Homegrown Christmas broke me. It leads into a cute idea about a thing Maddie used to do as a kid which they IMMEDIATELY step all over. I can not get over how clumsy this movie is. How it is simultaneously over-written and under-written, sometimes within the space of 30 seconds.
Just. Y'all. Y'all. This movie is Not Good.
( Read more... )
the verdict: 1 out of 5 candy canes. Maybe 1 out of 10 candy canes.
Candy canes instead of stars or snowflakes or everything else most of you voted for because I could sharpen it a point to poke the writer in the forehead if I ever meet them.
Carter is a woodworker/furniture shop manager who has made his home in the town where he and Maddie grew up, and is working for Maddie's family's business. The only things I like about him are his work ethic and his appropriate level of disregard for how important this imperiled high school dance is.
Aw, I love Christmas lights. The way they blink in a pattern.
This, friends, is the point where Homegrown Christmas broke me. It leads into a cute idea about a thing Maddie used to do as a kid which they IMMEDIATELY step all over. I can not get over how clumsy this movie is. How it is simultaneously over-written and under-written, sometimes within the space of 30 seconds.
Just. Y'all. Y'all. This movie is Not Good.
( Read more... )
the verdict: 1 out of 5 candy canes. Maybe 1 out of 10 candy canes.
Candy canes instead of stars or snowflakes or everything else most of you voted for because I could sharpen it a point to poke the writer in the forehead if I ever meet them.
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help.
Poll #20987 help: I keep drafting hallmark movie reviews and then stashing them because the format seems incomplete
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: All, participants: 11
which Christmas symbol should I use to rate these hallmark movies?
View Answers
trees
2 (18.2%)
snowflakes
5 (45.5%)
candles
0 (0.0%)
wreaths
2 (18.2%)
bells
1 (9.1%)
stockings
0 (0.0%)
other
1 (9.1%)
other:
palate cleanser
Am I back? Dunno!
Am I profoundly embarrassed at how I haven't checked my flist in about 18-24 months? Yup!
(I've peeked in from time to time to check on people, I miss knowing what's up with y'all, but then I'd get halfway to commenting and think, "but there's like a year of posts that I missed, what if [tragedy] what if [feud] what if [what if]" and I'd chicken out.)
Am I posting this so as to give myself a free pass to come back sometime tonight and talk about the PROFOUNDLY TERRIBLE Hallmark Christmas movie that I just watched, in a separate post? You betcha!
(I haven't been on tumblr much more than I've been here, so I'm not returning from there so much as returning from the void, but I guess that's happening too? Condolences, those of you whose fannish experience just got upended, again.)
Am I profoundly embarrassed at how I haven't checked my flist in about 18-24 months? Yup!
(I've peeked in from time to time to check on people, I miss knowing what's up with y'all, but then I'd get halfway to commenting and think, "but there's like a year of posts that I missed, what if [tragedy] what if [feud] what if [what if]" and I'd chicken out.)
Am I posting this so as to give myself a free pass to come back sometime tonight and talk about the PROFOUNDLY TERRIBLE Hallmark Christmas movie that I just watched, in a separate post? You betcha!
(I haven't been on tumblr much more than I've been here, so I'm not returning from there so much as returning from the void, but I guess that's happening too? Condolences, those of you whose fannish experience just got upended, again.)
I just think about this a lot
So once, when I was in college, I got an email from a sort-of-friend, a guy I was on good terms with, socially, but who was much more popular, and I am sure was a lot more well-liked than I was, in his general good-natured attitude and sense of humor.
And the email said, more or less in its entirety, something like "see, she writes just like she talks."
As he explained later, I think also via email - I no longer remember for sure, but I like to think I would have said something more if it had been in person - he'd accidentally replied to me, when what he'd intended to do was forward the message to a friend from home.
It had to have been about some House business - either the year he was President and I was the RA for the hall we both lived in, or the year I was Treasurer and he was on Ath Team. I wasn't in the habit of sending chatty emails to friends, then or now.
And I think it might have been meant as a sort of compliment? If we had talked about "authenticity" then, this would have been a place for it. At worst, it was merely an accurate description and a mild complaint, which I'm also fine with. I don't remember the content of the email now, but I remember that I scanned back through what I'd written and thought, "yup. I do."
But I'm curious, and I've never asked. Either he doesn't remember, and wouldn't be able to tell me one way or the other, or it was the sort of mortifying minor mistake that you hope, when you make it, is only mortifying to you and that the other party immediately forgets.
It's been a weird summer. Vague plans for a first date in limbo for *checks calendar* three months now. Mild injury, unexpected travel, figuring out how best to support other people through their loss (a pet, a job, a parent, all suddenly and unexpected).
I thought I was going to spend the summer jogging and checking twitter for our most recent national tire fire. Only one of those has happened, and it's not the one good for my health.
And the email said, more or less in its entirety, something like "see, she writes just like she talks."
As he explained later, I think also via email - I no longer remember for sure, but I like to think I would have said something more if it had been in person - he'd accidentally replied to me, when what he'd intended to do was forward the message to a friend from home.
It had to have been about some House business - either the year he was President and I was the RA for the hall we both lived in, or the year I was Treasurer and he was on Ath Team. I wasn't in the habit of sending chatty emails to friends, then or now.
And I think it might have been meant as a sort of compliment? If we had talked about "authenticity" then, this would have been a place for it. At worst, it was merely an accurate description and a mild complaint, which I'm also fine with. I don't remember the content of the email now, but I remember that I scanned back through what I'd written and thought, "yup. I do."
But I'm curious, and I've never asked. Either he doesn't remember, and wouldn't be able to tell me one way or the other, or it was the sort of mortifying minor mistake that you hope, when you make it, is only mortifying to you and that the other party immediately forgets.
It's been a weird summer. Vague plans for a first date in limbo for *checks calendar* three months now. Mild injury, unexpected travel, figuring out how best to support other people through their loss (a pet, a job, a parent, all suddenly and unexpected).
I thought I was going to spend the summer jogging and checking twitter for our most recent national tire fire. Only one of those has happened, and it's not the one good for my health.
I don't know, y'all...
I didn't sign up for yuletide this year. It probably would have been good for me? Like, force myself to read and/or write some things that aren't twitter/news/screaming into the void about politics, but I also straight up forgot to nominate anything, and most of the stuff I would have requested were the niche unwritten fandoms from past years.
Might treat some people still, I hope. I haven't looked at any letters yet, but I noted five or six fandoms that seemed possible when I thought I might still pull it together. Or I could also figure out wth is going on with pinch hits this year, preferably before matching finishes in a hot second here.
Might treat some people still, I hope. I haven't looked at any letters yet, but I noted five or six fandoms that seemed possible when I thought I might still pull it together. Or I could also figure out wth is going on with pinch hits this year, preferably before matching finishes in a hot second here.
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This feels like a weird one, but journaling, eh?
I'm watching the Tony awards back because live hockey got dibs on my TV time from 8 until 11, and the first performance from a musical was "Welcome to the Rock" from Come From Away, a song I don't know from a musical I'm not sure I'd heard of until ten minutes ago.
And there's a line, a moment, about halfway through the song, "Oz! Turn. On. The radio." And I just started crying out of nowhere.
That's so central to my memory of 9/11. We were out on a construction site, and one of the contractors had one of those fancy DeWalt radio/chargers, and I can't be sure, but I think I might've been the first person on the site to hear the news.
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I'm watching the Tony awards back because live hockey got dibs on my TV time from 8 until 11, and the first performance from a musical was "Welcome to the Rock" from Come From Away, a song I don't know from a musical I'm not sure I'd heard of until ten minutes ago.
And there's a line, a moment, about halfway through the song, "Oz! Turn. On. The radio." And I just started crying out of nowhere.
That's so central to my memory of 9/11. We were out on a construction site, and one of the contractors had one of those fancy DeWalt radio/chargers, and I can't be sure, but I think I might've been the first person on the site to hear the news.
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in search of fictional things
My brain needs some new fictional escapes, I think. I have the vague sense that Black Sails is a thing that a few people around here liked? If I wanted to binge that, suggestions? I'm happy to pay to do so, but I can't quite figure out what way makes sense to do that.
I think I've also got the latest seasons of Lewis and Grantchester kicking around somewhere.
Anyway, Black Sails: I don't currently have a Starz subscription, but it looks like I can do that through Amazon Prime and they have all the seasons. Does that seem right?
I downloaded so much stuff from Amazon video and Netflix before traveling last week, only made it halfway through 13th before the cable news on someone else's screen distracted me, and haven't gotten back to any of it yet.
Also need to get my Hulu act together so I can talk Handmaid's Tale with friends who are watching, but I'm not sure that's a good direction for me right now.
Playing a lot of fetch with my disaster cat with the dodgy knees, which feels like an appropriate metaphor for everything. Great fun for everyone in the moment, maybe not such a good plan, long term.
I think I've also got the latest seasons of Lewis and Grantchester kicking around somewhere.
Anyway, Black Sails: I don't currently have a Starz subscription, but it looks like I can do that through Amazon Prime and they have all the seasons. Does that seem right?
I downloaded so much stuff from Amazon video and Netflix before traveling last week, only made it halfway through 13th before the cable news on someone else's screen distracted me, and haven't gotten back to any of it yet.
Also need to get my Hulu act together so I can talk Handmaid's Tale with friends who are watching, but I'm not sure that's a good direction for me right now.
Playing a lot of fetch with my disaster cat with the dodgy knees, which feels like an appropriate metaphor for everything. Great fun for everyone in the moment, maybe not such a good plan, long term.