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2010-06-25 07:20 pm

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So, I've been diving in to Sherlock Holmes fic - experiencing rapture of the deep, really. Most of the stories I've read so far are incredible - I must have found a picky rec-page, because this level of quality is surely unusual.

Then today, my iPod plays "Famous Blue Raincoat" by Leonard Cohen for me and I start semi-consciously filking it for H/W.... hilarious! "Sincerely, M. Morstan," indeed!

Okay, okay... I can't help myself. Here goes:

It's four in the morning, the end of December
I'm writing you now though you won't get the letter
London is cold, but we like where we're living
There's music on Baker Street all through the evening
I hear that you've finished your work deep in Switzerland
You've died for nothing now and he's kept all the records

And John came in with a lock of your hair
He said that you gave it to him
That night that you planned to go clear
But you never went clear

Ah, the last time he saw you you looked so much older
Your famous wool cape coat was torn at the shoulder
He's been to the station to meet every train
And he came home having gone there in vain
You treated my husband to a flake of your life
and when he came home, I was nobody's wife
Well I've seen you there with a pipe in your teeth
One more thin gypsy thief
And now John's far away - you've all his regard
And what can I tell you, his brother, my killer?
What can i possibly say?
You know I don't miss you, will never forgive you
I'm glad that you have gone away
If you ever come by here, for John, on your knees
While your enemy's sleeping, and her man is free...
No thanks for the trouble you put in his eyes
I know that it's there for good, while I'm by his side

And John came in with a lock of your hair
He said that you gave it to him
The night that you planned to go clear

M. Morstan
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2010-06-19 01:52 pm

Tony Hayward, you have cost Hufflepuff 1,000,000 points. Detention every day til the end of time.

From Gail Collins' column in the NYT: "This week, Barton became the star of another hearing, which was convened to grill Tony Hayward, the chief executive of BP. The rosy-cheeked Englishman had the kind of dopey sullenness you might find in an underachieving student at the Hogwarts detention room."

LOL... [livejournal.com profile] alaana_fair should start a new meme: Which Harry Potter Character is This Evildoing CEO?

In other news, my house got broken into, my purse and my husband's laptop stolen. BLAH doesn't cover it. AARGH doesn't cover it. Frantically closing down and reopening two checking accounts, two credit cards, getting my house and business re-keyed by locksmiths, getting new I.D., having no debit cards for a week, losing all my nice, new makeup (purchased for my wedding), my awesome sunglasses, FUCKING HELL. What a nightmare. This is all made only slightly better by the fact that the stupid thief has been apprehended - he tried to cash a forged check at my bank, and the eagle-eyed teller sensed that something was off. The cops came within minutes and took him into custody.

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2010-05-12 11:24 pm


Also, I've been reading [livejournal.com profile] candle_beck 's Sherlock Holmes stories. Hot diggety damn, she's (he's?) good. Highly recommend if you are into Holmes/Watson even in theory.
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2010-03-16 11:30 am

Randomly gacked book list

Meme stolen from Bryoneybrynn:

I've bolded the ones that i've read. I start out really strong, but peter out towards the end. Too much H/D in my life, I guess....

1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen
2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien
3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte
4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling
5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee
6 The Bible (well, enough of it to get the gist)(and also, the dirty parts, repeatedly)
7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte
8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell
9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman
10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens
11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott

12 Tess of the D’Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy
13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller
14 Complete Works of Shakespeare Most, but not all

15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier
16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien
17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulk
18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger
19 The Time Traveler’s Wife - Audrey Niffenegger (this is a classic????)
20 Middlemarch - George Eliot
21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell
22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald
23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens
24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy
25 The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams (okay, I LOVED this as a 15 year old, but a classic?)
26 Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh (nope, but I saw the movie. What a pointless load of drivel.)
27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky
28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck (will never forget the last scene. I expect to revisit it every time I nurse.)
29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll (My favorite book of childhood. Memorized nearly all the poems, and can still recite many of them)
30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame

31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy
32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens
33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis
34 Emma - Jane Austen

35 Persuasion - Jane Austen
36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis How is this different from 33?
37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini
38 Captain Corelli’s Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres
39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden
40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne
41 Animal Farm - George Orwell

42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown (I second Bryoney -what is this doing on a classics list???)
43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving
45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins
46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery
47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy
48 The Handmaid’s Tale - Margaret Atwood
49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding
50 Atonement - Ian McEwan
51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel
52 Dune - Frank Herbert
53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons
54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen
55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth
56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon
57 A Tale of Two Cities - Charles Dickens (oh Sydney Carton! I swoon!)
58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley

59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night - Mark Haddon
60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck
62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov
63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt
64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold
65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas
66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac
67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy
68 Bridget Jones’s Diary - Helen Fielding
69 Midnight’s Children - Salman Rushdie
70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville
(okay, i only read it for the gay scene at the beginning, but I got halfway through and I think I 'get' it)
71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens
72 Dracula - Bram Stoker
73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett
74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson
75 Ulysses - James Joyce
76 The Inferno – Dante
77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome
78 Germinal - Emile Zola
79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray
80 Possession - AS Byatt
81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens
82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell YAYYY The best modern novel!
83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker
84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro
85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert
86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry
87 Charlotte’s Web - EB White
88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Albom - (second bryoney- for real?)
89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton
91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad
92 The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery
93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks
94 Watership Down - Richard Adams
95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole -- I tried, I really did. But the blowhard protagonist reminded me too much of an ex)
96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute
97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas
98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare
99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl

100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo
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2010-03-15 08:43 pm

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My fiance has a crush on Robert Pattinson.


Of all the men for my darling man to be fascinated by, I would NOT have picked Mr. Sparkly-Can't-Act-His-Way-Out-of-a-Paper-Bag, but in all honesty I'm somewhat tickled by this.

Plus I'm laughing my ass off.

I'll probably stop laughing later tonight, while sitting through Remember Me. I never thought I'd have to reluctantly accompany my manly boyfriend to a chick flick.
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2009-12-07 12:06 pm

Holidays, fandom, posting, etc.

Thank you, Romaine, for the gift! That was incredibly sweet, considering how inactive I've been in fandom for the last... long... while. I've never really felt a part of fandom, mostly because I don't know how to do the work it takes to make LJ friends, but your gift made me feel included, and warm and fuzzy to boot!

Also, I had to post to tell of the AMAZING thing that happened last night. I was bartending a private party at a venue I'm closely connected with, and they had my friend do karaoke for them. A fellow with a british accent came to the bar and I started a tab for him, noticing that his last name was Froud. "No relation to Brian Froud?" I asked whimsically. Brian Froud was the genius behind the design of The Dark Crystal and Labyrinth, as well as many other things. He said, "He's my father, actually."

Well, I gushed. I LOVED The Dark Crystal as a kid. Hell, I love it now. I've watched it as recently as 6 months ago. Nevertheless, I felt bad gushing about this person's father, so I forcibly stopped myself and let him enjoy his beverage.

Later, though, he was lingering at the bar, looking in the songbook for songs to sing, and I couldn't help it. I said "I'm going to be one of those people and ask you about your dad." He smiled, and it looked genuine, so I continued. "He designed Labyrinth, right?" He said, "Yes, he did. And you know the little baby in Labyrinth?"

THAT WAS HIM. TOBY WAS ACROSS THE BAR FROM ME. I SERVED TOBY A DRINK! Several, actually, and when he was nice and drunk, I and my KJ got him to take pictures with him.

And then he sang "Magic Dance," making the night complete.

He was extremely nice. He's also a designer, of large puppets. In fact, he was working on Michael Jackson's stage show, when... well, we all know what happened. Anyway, he's in my town now, teaching puppet workshops! I'm going to attend one.

Oh, and finally: This makes me ONE DEGREE AWAY FROM DAVID BOWIE.
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2009-07-19 08:02 pm

The Complete Works of Maya, Lost to Most of Humanity

I just learned that Sarah Rees Brennan, formerly known as Maya and Mistful, has not only taken her fics down and requested that those who have downloaded her master fic file not share it with others, but she has reportedly deleted her own stories from her hard drive.

I felt sick to my stomach when I read this.

Her stories have meant so much to me, given me such joy, that I really cannot express the effect they've had on my life. Maybe that sounds weird, but it's no different to me than the effect H.G. Wells or Ursula Le Guin has had on me. Good authors, no matter their subject, illuminate life and what it means to be human, and I deeply feel that SRB has done this as well as many more established authors. To know that these stories, which she must love, are lost to her and lost to all that didn't get the pdf in time or who lack the network to track someone who has the file, just makes my heart hurt.

I know the reasons why she did she took the stories down from public view. They make a certain amount of sense professionally and legally. I still can't help but feel that violence has been done to some great works of art, that by permanently removing them from her world she has symbolically  repudiated and negated those works. In a way, it is an insult to her readership.

I'm not angry with her, by any means, but I do feel deep sadness and yes, somehow betrayed.

Just in case someone reads this and misunderstands, I do not dispute her right to do as she has done. I just needed to express how I feel about it.
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2009-04-01 07:18 pm

That's Mrs. Butler to you, my dear

I've never read Samuel Butler. Until now, that is. Why is that? I shall never know. What I do know is that he is my new dead literary soulmate.

From The Way Of All Flesh:

(I have underlined the part of the text that I brought to my lips and kissed.)

Nor yet did he know that ideas, no less than the living beings in whose
minds they arise, must be begotten by parents not very unlike themselves,
the most original still differing but slightly from the parents that have
given rise to them.  Life is like a fugue, everything must grow out of
the subject and there must be nothing new.  Nor, again, did he see how
hard it is to say where one idea ends and another begins, nor yet how
closely this is paralleled in the difficulty of saying where a life
begins or ends, or an action or indeed anything, there being an unity in
spite of infinite multitude, and an infinite multitude in spite of unity
Can you think of a better description of fanfiction? Unity in spite of infinite multitude, infinite multitude in spite of unity.

I would wax rhapsodic about this man at length, but I have a book to finish!

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2009-01-05 11:11 am

Of Goldfish and Rash Decisions

So, sadly, about a month ago we had a death in our little voluntary family: Googly-Eyed Pete went to meet the Great Goldfish in the Sky. This left poor Ginny Weasley quite bereft, so I knew I must get her another fishy little companion.

Yesterday, I was selecting said companion when I noticed a silvery little darling wriggling amongst the other gingers. Guess who is now cohabiting with Ginevra?

Welcome Draco Malfoy, the fish animagus! Now all I need is a black goldfish and we're all set for an EWE showdown, aquarium-style!

In other news, I rashly signed up for Beltane, because apparently the fear of deadlines and dissappointing other people is the only way I ever get anything written, these days. Wish me luck!
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2008-12-23 02:16 pm

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I really can't imagine a better holiday than the one I'm having right now - my boyfriend making the turkey and about to go wrap my presents, my tree decorated and, underneath it, presents to all my friends waiting for them to come over tonight, reading a promising hd_holidays story in front of the fire (The Great Divide), and outside my city is snowier than it has ever been at this time of year. Huzzah!

If anyone wants to help motivate me, I sat down and jotted off a few paragraphs of holiday H/D yesterday.

Here they are....  )

The most wonderful holiday gift right now would be a suggestion on what comes next...

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2008-12-10 01:58 pm

This is sick. And awesome. And sick.

Has anyone seen the ads for the new Palm Centro? If not, check this out:


And here's an image:

Alright. Now, I never ever EVER expected my brain to do this to me, but I find that I want to write a H/D crossover with The Santa Clause, in which Draco finds that he must take over the post of Old Saint Nick.

Kill me now.

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2008-08-28 11:51 pm

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I'm doing it. I'm making my first post in four months. It's like riding a bike... which I should really do more, actually.

I've been reading and commenting sporadically, but I've been AWOL from fandom for awhile, and from this journal for much longer. Suffice to say that, drunk and wide awake on the night of April 30th, I perhaps should not have clicked on the email from OkCupid that showed me new users I might like. I liked one of them all too fucking much.

These past few months have been disorienting and stressful. Someone fell in love with me, I with him, but it imploded, messily and quickly. The campaign I was working on also imploded, leaving me with the choice to be unemployed or to go to Colorado for six weeks. Because of the extremely fucked-up nature of the "relationship," I decided to go to Colorado. Durango, to be precise. Where the hell is Durango, you ask? I asked the same thing. Turns out, it's in southwest Colorado, it's very pretty and once I got over the fact that not everywhere in the world can be exactly like Portland Oregon, I warmed up to it nicely. I may post some pictures if I can ever figure out how to do that.

Then I was sent to Houston for a few weeks, and tonight is my last night here. It's been strange, living in nice hotels, driving brand new cars, expensing all my meals, conducting my business as I see fit. It's also been strange being sober. About a month ago, I decided to take a break from the booze. Alls I can say is, I don't miss the hangovers, the lack of ambition or the inability to focus. I do sort of miss the dionysian wild times, but at this point in my life, I've got a lot of them to look back on with a mixture of amusement, regret and mild horror. I think I'll be fine without it for a while.

I'm somehow not that excited to be going back to Portland. Portland now reminds me unbearably of my ex-lover, which is ironic because he's moving to New Mexico in about two weeks, and hates Portland.

Well, this post is not going to win any awards for entertainment value, for which I apologize. I have been thinking of writing again, which is a good sign, so in the next few weeks you may see some H/D from me.

And to all you terrific writers out there, thank you. You make me so happy. I'm particularly thinking of rickey_a and oldenuf2nb.
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2008-01-04 01:10 am

(no subject)

A bird has invaded my bathroom.

An aggressive, head-bobbing, bitey bird.

Alls I wanted to do was brush my teeth and go to bed.

I guess I'll just go to bed.

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2007-12-31 11:30 am

New Year felicitations, other nonsense

Recently, every time I read something that resonates with me, I feel my heart reaching out, some phantom part of my spirit straining to embrace the author.

I've just read one of George MacDonald's adult novels, Robert Falconer, about a Scottish boy who struggles with his belief in God, and his desperate need to believe combined with a native inability to do so. It reminded me so much of myself at 14 and 15- absolutely tortured with a desire to be close to a God that I wasn't really sure I could believe in.  I also just finished The Passionate Friends, by H.G. Wells, which deals with (what else?) a passionate love between childhood friends, thwarted by society. It's both a treatise on sex relations and the sex-based subjugation of women in society, and on the wider problem of selfish jealousy in humans. And it's so beautiful, written with such an open spirit and such vivid suffering and self-examination. Wells beat at the doors of conventional morality and paid the price for it, and I've done the same in my lifetime, the details of which I won't go into here.

But here's the thing- not only do these books reach me, they do so so intensely that I feel like I reach them, too- like part of me meets the author in the realm of shared, deeply affecting experience. I don't want to sound ridiculously mystical, but the feeling is like a communion. I wonder if that makes sense to anyone who might read this.

In other news, I hope everyone on my flist has a very happy New Year, and an enjoyable, non-disastrous New Year's Eve.
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2007-11-30 10:26 pm

When the saints come marching drunk

O hai thar. 

I'm a little bit tipsy, and a lot pissed off.

I went to visit a friend of mine who just moved to New Orleans. Let's just call him my ex-boyfriend.

Now, my ex-boyfriend has been lonely in the few months since he moved to NOLA and started getting his PhD in mathematics. He apparently met this interesting young woman with whom he's been hanging out, and recently they started making out and talking about 'seeing' each other. Fine, fine. All's well.

Except... well, she acts like a psycho. This was immediately apparent to me upon meeting her, and said impression was only hugely bolstered by tonight's shenanigans, in which she met us at the fancy restaurant at which we had dinner FUCKING WASTED, insulting the waitress and generally under the impression that the world would excuse her assholish behavior because she's coltishly adorable a la Natalie Portman.

I won't go into the whole sad story. Suffice to say, I pretty soon had my fill, which she could tell (she told my friend 'I think she hates me'- no, sweetheart, I don't hate you- I think you're obnoxious and irritating and I want to get as far away from you as possible as soon as possible, but 'hate' is reserved for those I respect or feel threatened by). So I left.


So far, NOLA is not impressing me. Though the architecture is lovely. And I hear John Goodman lives here.
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2007-11-23 01:33 pm

Last minute beta request

I'm finally about to finish a fic for an exchange (I might be a little bit late with it), and I need a beta!

Would any of you wonderful people have the time to beta my story in the next few hours? I will be done writing in about an hour, and would need it back with comments/edits before tomorrow.

If anyone is interested, just comment with your email addy and I'll send it to you asap.
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2007-11-13 07:34 pm

Gots myself a jobby job

After months of searching, with increasing desperation* and hopelessness**, I have landed myself a job, and a job that I'm interested in and qualified for, to boot!

I shall, at long last, be a union organizer! In the Pacific Northwest! I guess it's time to finally read "Sometimes a Great Notion."

I'll be working with nurses, which is great because I have tremendous respect and empathy for nurses, and if any group of working people on earth deserves a better deal than nurses, I don't know who they are. Previously, I was working at a union for construction workers, who are somewhat harder to have sympathy for, as a whole.

So... yay! Hopefully, this development will re-ignite my creative wellspring, which withered somewhat dramatically during my long employment drought.

* so desperate was I at points that I started a business plan for an escort service.
** so hopeless was I at points that I contemplated moving back to Chicago. !!
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2007-11-06 01:04 pm

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I've been AWOL from fandom for a while: putting on a play, looking for a job, being slightly depressed and uninspired. I'm still slightly depressed and uninspired, but I just read this column by Cary Tennis in response to a woman who says that she's addicted to Harry Potter fanfiction. It made me a little less depressed.

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2007-10-04 01:38 am

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Sometimes a girl just has to post to her livejournal. And here I am, the second drunk post of... less than a full week, but this time augmented by... possibly not entirely legal hallucinogens, and I've been watching Blackpool and drinking wine and maybe partaking in said not entirely legal hallucinogens, and smoking also, and DEAR GOD.



Z . O . M. G .


There. I said it. I meant it. I will say it every morning and every night.

ps- I've also had an idea for the best television serial ever.

I'm writing it.

It shall rule all the known galaxies.
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2007-09-28 09:06 pm

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For once, I'm not posting from my bedroom... I'm drunk, at a bar with daylightsparks and her friends. They're funny and gross, constantly making jokes about ladysauce and taints.

"I want a person of sugar."  - me, talking about my high school ex-boyfriend, who has a sugar momma, but I'm more egalitarian. I would take any person endowed  with sugar.

So, daylightsparks played Lust for Life on the jukebox, and I blurted out " I used this song in a story I wrote!" Then I realized her friends might not know that we're Harry Potter perverts, and I couldn't elaborate. Too bad. It made me nostalgic.

I'm about to arm-wrestle over whether Harry and the Potters have better lyrics than Draco and the Malfoys. I guess they're not such anti-HP people after all.



ps- I need to make out with someone.