hedda62: (time travel)
Update:

1) This video is the best thing ever.

2) Blog posts chez moi: the long one about race in my books, and the TAF outtake with Bernard as Sam Gamgee.

3) I'm doing some of the transcription on the Bulletin (see last post) now that my sister's done enough scanning for there to be work for two. The original text is typed on onionskin and sometimes a bit fuzzy; it comes through well enough in the PDFs that it can be copied into Word without excessive error, but there's still plenty to be fixed as one goes through. My favorite so far: COlllllUilications Officer.

My grandfather was a halfway decent writer. Here's an excerpt from what I transcribed yesterday:

I envy you these long September days. I will always associate this time of year with going back to school, end of summer, smell of new football jerseys, yellow leaves, goldenrod in the hedgerows, warm McIntosh apples, overripe, under the trees, and dusty country roads. It is the time of new departures, not fresh and intoxicated like Spring, but rather a change from old to new things, with the challenge of new problems, and the faint nostalgia of old ways changing. A quiet, thoughtful time of the year. This year, of all years, I would love to be home with you, but it looks more and more as if it were not going to be so.

4) I just want to note how grateful I am for the wonderful thing that is "Orphan Black." *shakes head endlessly over Tatiana Maslany*

5) Not so thrilled with "Hannibal" this season - art for artiness's sake just doesn't grab me. May just give up and not wait for there to be plot.

6) But we are finally watching "Leverage"! It is so fun, in a nostalgic summer-bingeing sort of way. Though we can't really binge, but occasionally there's been more than one episode at a time.

7) Also have watched (see 2 above) "The Book of Negroes," which I really liked. It made me want to say something about the power of - not cliches, but reiteration of the things everyone's heard before but that really need to be said, like the (slightly contrived but still good) scene where Aminata ends up in the same room as George Washington and asks him outright how he can believe in liberty and still own slaves. I had the same feeling on the day I wrote the post, hearing Anne Frank's words for the umpteenth time and still getting emotional over them. But most of the series is far from mere reiteration - it may not be a unique story but it's told with the cadence of a storyteller, grippingly. (Sort of research-relevant for me, or enough that I could get away with saying so.)

That's all for now. It's stinking hot here - we were almost the hottest place in the country yesterday, and I was outside all morning, yay.
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(Earworm mondegreens are the worst. Although sometimes of narrative interest.)

Things that have happened:

1) Got to have lunch yesterday (as in, fairly hurried consumption of packaged hummus platters, with conversation, with only four other people) with a famous-in-my-world person I've admired for a long time. Who turns out to be simultaneously just as cool as I thought and a bit of a self-centered obsessive, but this is the way things go (perhaps someone will say that about me someday) and I will be floating on the experience for several days, I'm sure.

2) My sister has been posting online a scanned, translated-to-digital-text version of what's known in our family as the Bulletin, WWII letters that were compiled, edited, and sent out as a collection to the far-flung family by my great-grandmother. I read it all as a teenager, but it's much more interesting to revisit now, with a better sense of what it must have been like. The parents back on the farm in central Massachusetts, my great-grandfather commuting to Washington (wartime job as Executive Secretary of the National Apple Institute!), the three sons and son-in-law going off into the Navy (they all survived, despite my grandfather's ship being sunk), the daughter and daughters-in-law having babies and growing vegetables and generally coping. It's all very ordinary and yet has that "can't believe this shit is happening to us" aura fighting with relentless chin-up positivity. It's also fascinating to read with the writer brain in full gear, because it has that epistolary narrative feel and yet it is so very much not a novel: the arcs are not constructed, the foreshadowing is not intentional, the little cultural and historical notes are not placed for illumination, the characters aren't introduced, even the letter snippets are not arranged within the larger newsletter for any kind of effect, and of course often the news arrives out of sync. I could do so much better, you know? And yet it's real, and it has great resonance for me because I remember the players, but also because I get to know them better as their individual voices sing out from their letters. (I have to admit, too, that fanfic-brain occasionally steps in to comment on what offstage action someone might invent for these characters. Not that I think it would be likely to become a favorite source (did I mention the lack of narrative arc?) but I did laugh when one of the great-uncles mentioned a visit from a friend called "Bucky.") It's also fun to have it emerge a bit at a time as my sister gets around to the editing - very much the serial WIP! And of course a work-in-progress was exactly what it was, since none of them knew what the ending would be. Stiff-upper-lip New Englanders, but the tension must have been incredible.

3) It has been chilly and rainy all week, which has slowed our deck construction significantly, along with any other outdoor activities (I shivered for three and a half hours out in the demo garden on Tuesday). I've been busy in other ways and haven't made as much writing progress as I should, but at least I feel like I'm getting in gear again, even if I stop to research things much more than I actually put words down. (Next fact to ascertain: would escaped South Carolina slaves joining the British Navy during the Revolution have been given surnames, chosen their own, or left with a single name? Stuff like that there.) I can't work at home with the banging and sawing going on, so I may end up a lonely Starbucks lover myself. When it's sunny and dry I can work in parks (no wifi, but fewer calories).

4) I've been called for federal grand jury service starting mid-July. If I'm empaneled, this could mean driving to the courthouse an hour away every Wednesday for eighteen months. In practice, probably somewhat less, and I have a high enough number that I may escape. If not, at least it will be interesting, I hope (please no police shootings). It does seem rather unfair considering that long day of trial jury service last July, but it's a different random selection, and I guess my number was up. Still: argh.

5) I should probably just do a massive media consumption catch-up post (I think I have been saying that for months now, though, so perhaps I'm less than truly interested). Of note in the TV world, aside from various season finales, we've watched (unusually for us) a couple of comedies: season one of "Silicon Valley," which I found more interesting than I thought I would, because it has a real business-oriented story to ground it, but I do feel the significant lack of female characters (I know this is a self-aware comment on the industry, but surely they could have remedied the problem somehow); and "The Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt," which is delightful on many levels, as long as I keep saying "comedy, comedy" to myself and don't expect deep psychological analysis. Speaking of earworms, though, OMG. They alive, dammit. (Also in cultural penetration news: the "fascinatin' transition" bit quoted in two speeches at the college graduation of son's girlfriend a couple of weeks ago.)

Onwards. Stuff.
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Random things:

In my continuing quest to convince others (and myself, if I could reacquire the fic-writing urge) that Rivers of London and Bryant & May are meant for crossovers, I note that not only does the latter involve a specialist London police unit that solves a mystery having to do with underground rivers, but (since I've now progressed from rereading the early series at random to reading the later books that didn't exist when I was doing the first read) also a crime apparently committed by Mr. Punch. I may manage, at some point, a conversation between Nightingale and Arthur Bryant on Waterloo Bridge; it's always tricky to reconcile magical and non-magical worlds, but Bryant is at least spectacularly open to the existence of supernatural forces. And he may not be aging backwards, but he doesn't appear to be doing it forwards either.

I wrote a short blog post on themes and moral imperatives in Time and Fevers (non-spoilery, unless you count George growing the fuck up as a spoiler) - and thanks to those who have written about and to me on enjoying Time for Tea! Slowly but surely getting somewhere…

Where I am just now is King of Prussia, Pennsylvania (yes that is a place), and I am apparently going to enjoy Chanticleer Pleasure Gardens in the rain later this morning (it's supposed to clear up for afternoon) before picking up Younger Son and friends at the Philly airport.

Much more weed-pulling in store this weekend, and buying of soft foods in preparation for Younger Son having his wisdom teeth out. Hopefully his having acquired strep throat (and amoxicillin) in Ghana will not interfere with the timing of the surgery, because he has to start work later in the week. (He was well into Time and Fevers last I heard, but his girlfriend (also on the trip) was just at the point in Time for Tea where George comes down with SPOILER EXCEPT FOR OBVIOUS IMPLICATION when he began running a fever. We made jokes, because you can't not. He missed the canopy walk and the Cape Coast Castle, but thank goodness for antibiotics.)

I managed not to blow up at fellow gardeners on Tuesday, but oh dear, it's nice to be admired and depended upon, but sometimes being in charge drives me nuts, especially when you have no office door to close but are just trying to get a few minutes to yourself to decide what needs to be done next, and are continually interrupted by people asking what you want them to do next. And then when I'd finally persuaded them to leave me alone a little, there was the one who came up and said, "Just go ahead, but say it out loud; I want to hear your thought process." NO NO NO. (I love them all dearly, but NO.) I guess I need to start trying to get there half an hour before everyone else (which is 7:30 a.m., which means leaving home at 7, while not forgetting half my stuff).

Don't think I've mentioned here how much I'm enjoying Orphan Black season 2, but I am. Having rewatched the first season recently, I can also echo others in saying there's a moment in each episode where I convince myself that each of the clones is actually played by a different actress, and my favorite moments are those in which one clone is pretending to be another one. It's also amusing that Alison is much better at being Sarah than Sarah is at being Alison. (Suburban soccer moms, whether they are in community theatre or not, are naturals at protective coloration.) The balance of humor and pathos continues to be perfect and delightful.

I have been listening to five albums of Vienna Teng on shuffle, pretty much constantly (well, no, but when it's the right time to listen to things). <3 <3 <3
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Things:

1) Wow, Hannibal finale, way to earn your content warnings. Also… what? What?!!! (I suspect the Hamlet-like bloodbath is by way of saying "hey, network, this is what you get for not renewing us till after we'd written it" but holy shit.)

2) I am, alas, not nearly so intrigued by Castle's Downton-Abbey-esque season finish. Because come on now.

3) Hoping to catch up on other things besides obsessive weed-pulling and powerpoint-polishing after I give the Big Talk this Thursday. It seems likely I'll be defaulting on Trope Bingo, though, because despite wanting to write something (probably the POI hiatus fic that all of us must write) I don't see it happening this week.

4) I've been listening to lots of Vienna Teng and picking out Waters of Time-related songs; have decided that "Antebellum" is totally Sam and Olivia's song, and "Nothing Without You" is Wilfrid and Beatrice's (despite their fervent arguments against the title). Or alternatively "Augustine." (And "Harbor" is - ideally at least - George and Olivia's, and I could go on, but I'll spare you. Funny that on the whole I tend to find the non-romantic-pairing songs first, though.)

5) Oh, and the POI hiatus fic may borrow a title from "Goodnight, New York."

6) The trip to Texas went well, and we got Younger Son packed off to Ghana via Albuquerque, and he's sending happy-sounding texts about fufu and power cuts. I pick him up in Philadelphia a week from Thursday.

I suppose I should do more weeding now. Or organize my resource list.
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My head is a bit scattered today (see below) but I must at least register the WOW at the Person of Interest finale. Talk about game-changers! I'll need to watch it again (next Tuesday will be the first opportunity, I think) but really: this is the show that hangs "procedural" out in the wind and lets the birds shit on it. When it's good it's very good, and even where things don't quite make sense the aura of drama carries it through. I'm hoping they don't give us a quick resolution back to routine next season; I'm not sure they could, really.

a few quick spoilery thoughts )

I also saw the finale of "Once Upon a Time," and there were lots of clever (and viciously painful) things happening, though I am still stuck with that impression of game-changers and near-immediate take-backs (though at least some of the deaths this season seem to have been permanent). I do like that the journey from "ethically challenged" (yes I am rereading the Rivers of London books) to purely good is a rocky one, with lots of temptations to power and revenge to trip over.

Off tomorrow for the long weekend and graduation in Houston, which should be easy enough to pack for and is for me and J, but P's itinerary is slightly more complicated (Houston-Albuquerque-(Denver)-Philadelphia-(London)-Accra, Ghana, over the next week) and he hasn't exactly been home much to organize for it, so I suspect today will be a hair-pulling festival of last-minute searching and shopping. Whee.
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I went for a walk first thing this morning (about 7 am) and saved shower, coffee, breakfast, and computer for afterwards, and will try to make that the pattern for the spring and summer. Walking or gardening, because oh my god I have so much outdoor work to do, and who knows how long spring will last.

On the book front, I need to waste some of this week's lovely weather forcing myself to get the TAF cover done, so I can order a proof. I did get the last formatting bits done while it was raining (and really I need to write down the steps to make the page numbers start at Chapter One in Word for Mac, because the help file is unnecessarily confusing and I always spend way too much time trying to follow instructions that don't make sense). Note for today: fix the paragraph I discovered where "apparently" occurs twice, and then stop worrying that there are more of those.

One lovely day this weekend disappeared to a drive to Allentown, to watch our son performing in drag (he was the Bearded Lady in a play about a circus, and he was fabulous. Little red number I could never have carried off, and four-inch heels. It's hard to learn to walk from the hips, though).

I finished Checkmate, and so have gotten through all the Lymond books twice, and of course I have Thoughts, but they are too scattered to cohere just now. The gist, though:

1) Most of the plot elements really are quite compelling if you pay sufficient sustained attention, but there are still places I don't know WTF is going on, and I think that's okay, because surface understanding still provides a thematic through-line. If I read them again I'll get the Companion(s).

2) It would be worth making detailed notes on POV choices, but naturally I didn't do that. But there are implications to hardly ever letting your hero dictate the narrative. Which quite possibly relate to the chess metaphor: another aspect it would be worth making notes on. But also to the way not talking about things directs the plot.

3) Archie is my favorite. Because obviously, second to gardeners I like elephant-keepers.

4) Wow, Marthe's advice to Philippa is incredibly problematic.

5) I think Austin Grey is unfairly twisted by plot purposes, but I'm not sure.

But on to other things, and I'll let all this mull itself over in the back of my head.

rad

Mar. 5th, 2014 08:04 am
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Ooh, it's been a while. Today is Younger Son's 20th birthday, and we are hosting his girlfriend and her parents for several days starting this evening, so I don't (and haven't had) a lot of time, but wanted to let you all know I wasn't dead. Hi.

a) That was a great episode of Person of Interest last night. In fact, I believe the word you are looking for is "awesome."

b) YS enticed us into starting Hannibal, which I was trying to avoid, because what do I need with another fandom or even just another cunningly-plotted TV show. It kind of makes me want to cook vegetarian. Which coincidentally I have to do a lot of this week, so.

c) Things on the shopping list: chocolate, tofu, lotus root. Our lives grow more interesting daily.

d) Six more inches of snow happened Monday. This can be it as far as I'm concerned.

e) On the weekend we watched "Thor: The Dark World." I fell asleep, predictably. In between appreciating Hiddleston, of course. We did realize that we missed a major opportunity not naming our (big, ginger; small, black) cats Thor and Loki, but I suspect it's been done.

Have to go roast sweet potatoes and clean the kitchen now. Talk amongst yourselves.
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I'm just going to finish up the posting meme today, since it's almost the end of the month. It's been a lot of fun, made me write something here almost every day and think about it, and I've got a source for stuff to develop later into essays on writing if I feel like it, so thank you!

[personal profile] wendylove wanted to know whether my kids know about fanfiction, and… I guess? I mean, they're adults now, so for all I know they are writing it themselves and it wouldn't be my business. I think they both know I write it, or that I have written it, but it's not really something we share, though the fannish culture is part of the household in a broad sense - we discuss things we've read and seen, and propose alternate endings, and stuff like that - and I wouldn't cringe if they read my fic. But fandom and fanfic as I approach them are my space that I can retreat to, and I like it that way.

[personal profile] philomytha asks about my favo(u)rite Shakespeare play, and oh, that word again, however you spell it. I will give you several, while acknowledging that this is hardly an exclusive list of plays that could be my favorite on any given day. But one thing I like about Shakespeare is his ability to get away with odd structures and mishmashes of comedy and tragedy, so:

The Winter's Tale, because it has this perfect Greek tragedy of a first half (I could say "first act" because that's how it's performed these days, but I am a nitpicker, so no) followed by a rollicking comedy and a fairy tale romance of a finish, and it's all absurd and still somehow works.

Romeo and Juliet, which starts out with a tidy comedy structure that ends in marriage very early, as if the playwright had forgotten he needed to fill several hours, or, more relevantly, the characters didn't understand conflict and narrative and just plowed ahead with their adolescent desires, and then the whole thing tips and falls headlong into disaster. And the fault is shared among just about everybody in the cast: so many little points of decision. I saw a brilliant commedia dell'arte version where in the last scene, as Friar Laurence is telling the story again for everyone's benefit, he said "meantime I writ to Romeo" and pulled the letter out of his pocket to demonstrate, and then gave it the most delightful and awful double-take of horror, oh shit I forgot to mail it - and that's the play. (Even if the actual plot was different.)

Love's Labour's Lost has a similarly weird structure; I'm not sure it's on my favorites list because it's not Shakespeare's best writing (though it's a nice study as an early play, because you can see him trying things out that he reuses in later works), but the ending is fascinating. Comedy comedy comedy we're all getting married now except not. Because the princess has to go back to work, basically.

And of course Twelfth Night - you all expected me to say this - because the characters are so great and the language so beautiful, and because of Malvolio. I love that in the midst of all the happiness and romance at the end there's this justified threat of revenge from the sorry guy going off in a huff. And that all the romances are a bit creepy and sudden, as if the lovers are being manipulated by someone with a pen and a piece of paper who got tired of them.

In other news, I have a cold again. Bleh. That'll teach me to attend public events.
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Yesterday went: walk around Trexler Park twice, muffin and smoothie (no coffee because driving between insufficient rest stops, daaaark chocolate instead), three hours behind the wheel singing music about time and birds, collapse at home with sciatica and a slight migraine, post Tom Lehrer lyrics and Brett Cullen snaps (it was his birthday too!), discover that [livejournal.com profile] penwiper26 sent me a "Person of Interest" button yay, pick up hubby from Metro, unwrap all the Navajo jewelry he got me in Arizona, go out for Thai food, talk about the kids who both started classes that day. Then came home and:

a) read lovely story [personal profile] philomytha wrote me about Simon and Alys.

b) (not unrelatedly) watched first two episodes of "Orange is the New Black." Which I like (especially Kate Mulgrew, OMG) not least for the way it moved through the slightly-itchy "our perspective character is the pretty blonde white girl DUH" into a complete self-awareness of that trope ("I've only spoken to white people!"). And I think I'll keep liking it. But wow, what a year for shows featuring women - "Orphan Black" and I can count "The Good Wife" since I only started watching it this year. And PoI achieving something close to parity.

Speaking of which, [community profile] pofinterest_chat is active and chatting about PoI!

And now my coffee is done so I must pack plants into the car and go off to the garden. TTFN.
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So somehow (I suppose via my usual effort to distinguish myself through eccentricity) I've been Tumblr-blogging a series of posts in what I call the Lost Clothing Database, which is not about lost clothing but about clothing on "Lost." It started with Ben Linus's striped shirts, and it's still mostly him, but other characters have been making appearances, and, well, if you are into "Lost" at all, check it out, or since it's minimally spoilery, you can look even if you just want to browse through pretty and occasionally bloody screencaps of Michael Emerson, analysis to emerge later or perhaps not.

Tomorrow is packing for back to college day, compressed into one actual twenty-four-hour period by Younger Son's work and social schedule. Well, I suppose we will make it there on Sunday without leaving too many necessary belongings behind, and there is always the mail and I'll be driving back up in October if not sooner. I'm returning on Monday, which is my birthday, and then picking up hubby who has been driving with Older Son and his possessions from Oakland to Houston so he can go back to college, or post-college, or whatever a second bachelor's degree counts as. And then we are going out to dinner somewhere and I don't suppose I'll care much where as long as someone else does the cooking.

And then I have to plant many brassicas and write another fic and start final editing of my book which I was supposed to do this month but oh well. That sort of thing always takes less time than I think it will, unlike so many other tasks in life. And then a weekend in Charlottesville for Michael Emerson's birthday for the Monticello harvest festival and maybe some wine-tasting and stuff. It will be a busy fall. So... gather ye screencaps while ye may, I suppose.

*waves*

Oct. 17th, 2012 11:36 am
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Home again, after many hours on the road (but only three today). We have no hot water here, but such is life.

Longwood Gardens was/were beautiful (though not... whimsical enough, I guess, to really thrill me) and I had a great time road-tripping with the kid, hearing about his college experience, and subjecting him to my iPhone playlists. (He knew about my sorry taste for Bob Dylan and the amount of Nat King Cole and Ella Fitzgerald that would end up in any collection, and he could have predicted I'd glomp onto Florence + The Machine, but I did shock him by including a Lady Gaga song. He is now echoing me in creating themed playlists (which is the only way I can decide what goes into one) and has asked for all the Simon and Garfunkel and Fats Waller.) Yesterday was the really long day, coming from New Hampshire down to Pennsylvania (seven six (can't count) states total!), and I was kind of glad to get the news about the water, because it completely justified the Allentown hotel room.

I did not watch any debates, I'm afraid, having spent the first night working on the Simon story and last night reading (would have been working on the Simon story if I hadn't had a headache and the free wifi had actually worked, because as I said I need a thesaurus for this one). I am going to try to make a considerable advance on it this afternoon. I may be in the home stretch.

Last night's dinner (in a homey little Allentown cafe) included both battered and deep-fried pickles (awesome) and eggplant fries (awesomer). I think I need lots of greens tonight. We also consumed moose stew on this trip (delicious). Patrick somehow did this despite being sorta-kinda vegetarian. There are exceptions for moose, apparently. And sushi.

Really not feeling too tired. Can't complain. But perhaps I will just mention, things that I had before hyperthyroidism that went away during the height of it and have now returned: migraines. Mild tinnitus. Hot flashes. Not that I would trade them for tremors and high blood pressure and complete exhaustion, thank you, although the migraines are a tough sell. Oh well, at least I'm used to them?

We had a frost while I was gone, I think. Must harvest sweet potatoes.
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That's my new slogan as of now. Oh, Mozzie, how are you so adorable.

Am back. Enjoyed my time in Emeryville and Oakland IKEA-fying an apartment (which is, technically, in East Oakland, but it's in a Vietnamese neighborhood near Chinatown and quite close to the lake, so I think reasonably okay), and in Berkeley climbing steps and drinking coffee out of glasses and noting a parrot dining in a restaurant, and in San Francisco getting my hair blown the heck away, and not so much enjoying the part where we got stuck in traffic waiting for the Bay Bridge to reopen after an accident (immediately after observing a tractor-trailer car-carrier get stuck on one of those hilly city streets where it absolutely should not have been. The rear wheels were in the air and I don't know how they resolved it. It was a trafficky kind of evening). Also there was modern art and a vineyard tour. In the same place. And food, and cool plants. And much of the GPS lady.

I did not leave my heart in San Francisco, but my husband left my shoes in San Diego.

Working on the bubble fic edits. It will be far longer when I'm done, naturally.
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I am off soon to catch a plane to San Francisco for a long weekend, coincidentally the weekend that Lois Bujold will be in Washington for the National Book Festival.

Oh. Well. I did see her there in... whatever year that was in the oughts.

Otherwise, I am pleased to be going, pleased that my son finally has an apartment we can help him move into, still residually pleased about Gregor and his bubble (I may attempt to edit that into something I can post on AO3, when I get back).

If I can stand reading other people's stories on my phone screen, I will do that, and if not, you'll hear from me next week.
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The Kid is installed at college, in a ridiculously tiny room with a football-playing roommate and hopefully a functioning internet connection. The last thing I heard as I left was the carillon playing "Gaudeamus Igitur" (from a building that's a replica of Tom Tower at Oxford), so, just perfect. I really didn't cry at all.

When the older one went off (by plane) four years ago, I was supposed to accompany him, but we had been back just days from Peru and in the time-honored fashion I caught a nasty stomach bug and had diarrhea for a month, especially on the day of the flight, so my husband had to go instead (at great expense, since of course we couldn't just switch my nicely-priced flight over to his name, but had to cancel and rebook). I'm glad I got to be the dropping-off parent this time.

I got a college-logo-emblazoned mug and a pair of fuzzy socks for my birthday. :) We're having the neighbors over for dinner Sunday; that's about all the fuss I can take.

Tomorrow: replacing broken cell phone charger; shopping; vacuuming; hopefully some time with the Betans; not missing The Kid too much.

*I know, I know. But it is a little Grey Havensy, even if I know I'll see him in October.
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Okay, I have a Betan Survey captain who's allergic to Beta, a Pilot Officer who's in love with wormholes, an exobiologist in love with the Pilot Officer, and a hermaphrodite engineer who thinks it's Dorothy Parker. And Tumnus the Faun. Now all I have to do is write the thing.

I also have a John/Sherlock + cat sequel to "Improbability" yanking at me, along with a plot bunny for a Lewis/Sherlock crossover (not going to call it Lewlock, you can't make me), an essay about "Life Born of Fire," some thoughts about writing tics, and a rediscovered old fic to edit. And George is constantly whining at me to leave all these other people alone and get back to work on him (I wonder why the others elect George to do the nagging, and then I think about it and stop wondering). Darling boy, I am building you an audience.

First, though, I have a kid going off to college tomorrow who needs help packing, and a lot of seedlings to transplant. So that's me settled.

"This wasn't just plain terrible, this was fancy terrible. This was terrible with raisins in it."
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My mother, who is active in politics in New Hampshire, was asked to be in a commercial for a gubernatorial candidate she supports. The result is here. She is one of the zombies in the crowd. Yes, zombies.

(The background on this is: all NH governors and candidates for governor are asked to sign a pledge saying they won't raise taxes or introduce any new taxes. Yes, American politics at its finest. And this candidate says the pledge-takers are zombies. I just say, BRRAAIIINNSSSS.)

Meanwhile, I am (oh help) working on two fics simultaneously, and enjoying the morning's cool weather (won't last, unfortunately).

ETA: I love writing characters like Hathaway, because I can just let loose with words. The trouble with warding off grief and remorse by means of industry was that he solved the case all too soon, through perseverance and logic and damnable luck: a thinking machine burrowing into the soft heart of malfeasance like a monstrous drill. Much too fun.

Yes, I am working on the Betans too. :)
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Am working on the Bujold ficathon story, which is coming along pretty well, though it has to involve mostly original characters, and why should picking names be the hardest part? Grr. Though I do seem to have invented the first Jewish Betan. I was a little slowed down by having a cold, but am feeling better today and should be able to pick up the pace.

Also am being teased by another "Lewis" story and trying to ignore that for now. This would be the post-"Life Born of Fire" full-of-angsty-shit tale, which means I'm doing things backward to everyone else, typically.

Speaking of "Lewis" (heh, like I never do that), I need to rec [personal profile] lamardeuse's vid set to "Here I Go Again," meant as an introduction to the series and so appropriate for most of you, ahem. Although I think her series 6 vid set to "One Fine Day" is even more adorable, and not spoilery. I have just watched it about six times. Oh dear God, Hathaway. *hugs*

ETA: Links to vid downloads can be found here and here.

You may have noticed me being a total fangirl for this show. This doesn't happen. Well, it seldom happens, and I am usually more intellectual about it. *laughs wildly*

The week that's starting a week from Friday may have something to do with my distracted state. Here's how it goes:

Friday 8/24: Drop younger son off at college.
Sunday 8/26: 50th birthday.
Wednesday 8/29: 25th wedding anniversary.
Friday 8/31: Older son goes off to spend nine months in San Francisco.

I think this would make anyone go "ack" and reach for the remote control.

Oh, and I have successfully pimped "Lewis" to penwiper26, who is getting her Netflix delivery any day now. She says she will not write fic for it. Of course, she said that about the Vorkosiverse, too. :)

*waves*

May. 15th, 2012 04:15 pm
hedda62: my cat asleep (Default)
Still here. It's been a month and a half, I think, which is nothing compared to some of my absences. I had a grumpy April and a... sneezy May, if we are doing Disney dwarves, though actually stuffy nose and migraines are the more common results of my allergies. A sleepy June would be nice, but I don't think it's going to happen.

So, working backwards: as of the weekend I am the mother of a college graduate, which, ack. It was a spectacularly damp commencement but they read the Houston weather right and the skies cleared in time, although it took much longer for the ground to stop being a lake. He will spend next year in San Francisco interning at SOM (Skidmore, Owings and Merrill, which, wow. And no, I don't think George had anything to do with it, heh. Another branch of the family) and then back to Rice for another year.

In a few more weeks I'll be the mother of another high school graduate, who is off to Muhlenberg College in Allentown PA in the late summer. Best undergraduate theatre program in the country. Not tops academically, which is just as well considering his recent grades. Ack. I will miss him greatly.

In the April downturn I managed to reread the entire Aubrey/Maturin series (except for Treason's Harbour which we no longer possess for some reason), and I am now rereading Len Deighton's Bernard Samson books. I have had more Thoughts about series fiction as a result but now is not the moment. Whether there will ever be a moment is up in the air. I am rather scattered in focus just now.

Have seen the finales of both Castle and Once Upon a Time, each of which was satisfying in its own way. Happy to discuss if anyone wants.

Otherwise am amazingly behind at everything. And must go wash dishes.

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