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In case this isn't clear: You don't fuck with my family. Not my partner. Not my creative collaborators. Not my friends. Not my ex-lovers (because while there are a few who can happily stay way the hell away over there, I don't actually wish bad things upon them). My ability and willingness to make your life unpleasant in completely legal ways is higher than you might suspect. God, I am pissed off at people's shit this week!

With three minutes to spare, I did get those two essays done. Not my best work in the sense of the magic I do with cadence, but clear, entertaining stories with emotional points on topics not previously addressed. I can live with it. I AM A GOD OF ADEQUACY.

Some luxury travel mag came in the mail last night probably because of the cruise we've registered for. It contained: a good feature on NYC with some restaurants I now want to try (yay), a feature on Wales (oh god, I really want to fucking go now, but god help me for wanting to stay in this hip little place with entirely white furniture and awesome textures in fucking Penarth), and a piece on luxury camping which yielded one vacation idea for Patty and I, and one plotbunny.

Gotta get groceries tonight. And do laundry. And deal with the dry cleaning. Food and fabric are both infinite.

Patty sent me pictures of a mass stingray migration yesterday. It's been all over the net, so you've probably seen it, but I fucking love rays, and she remembered that and I was tickled.

Today I am doing work about Tibet.

I am loving the cracktastic AfterElton Torchwood episode summaries.

Interesting movie thing maybe going on for me.

I really thought I was going to be crazy into ST:Reboot fic, as I thought the movie was so sexy and great and loving towards the original and fannish sentiment. However, I find I do not care. I am slightly sad.

Privatization might be next for USPS. It's worked well in other countries, but I'm not sure it would here. In fact, I think it would probably suck. http://naamah-darling.livejournal.com/410499.html

I can deal with people disagreeing about how to achieve universal access to health services, but I can't deal with the people who think that healthcare, the basic medical maintenance of our existence, isn't somehow a basic right. If we say people with more money have more right to health and normal life-expectancy we're getting into some very scary territory. I hate my tax burden, but am glad to pay more, both so my neighbor can get care, and also so that I am not complicit in a serious of illogical and amoral decisions about who is worthy and what has the best ROI. Of course, there are a hundred other things wrong with our healthcare system too, like a focus on non-critical drugs for non-critical ailments that produce lots of side effects and have no efficacy. The whole thing is such a fucking mess and makes me very, very angry.

Being female, I like to say sometimes I was never mine, and this is what I mean: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/louise-marie-roth/is-a-woman-in-labor-a-per_b_242307.html More infor here via

browneyedgirl65.

When does whatever the big Doctor Who/Torchwood news we're expecting come out of Comic Con? I'm actually sort of tense about it, because there's one thing I'm really hoping it's not, as it will send me off into a deep-end of professional crazy I'm not in the mood for.

I tripped over some stuff yesterday and fucked my knee up but good.

I am having thinky thoughts lately about the current state of the fencing thing (and there's an essay that I have to write relatedly), various BDSM stuff and my crappy disease. All unrelated to each other. Whether I get around to posting any of it is another matter entirely.

I've been eating scads of garlic bread lately. Granted, it's sort of lame celiac garlic bread that involve gluten-free toast topped with vegetable oil butter-like spread, garlic powder, oregano and paprika, but it's still pretty good.

FUCKING SQUIRRELS ripped off more vegetables. FUCKING SQUIRRELS.

Still have a cold, but kinda sorta almost feel human.

I was really hoping my new suit would be here in time for WriterCon, but unless I hear from Seyta today, I'm pretty sure that's not happening.

Looks like the Taco Bell chihuahua died.

Apparently the Save Ianto Jones thing has now made the media. I am charmed by this, even as my feelings are mixed. I'm sorry he had to go, but he was always going to have to go, and I do feel the character, who was so much a kid who thought he was ready to die finding reasons to live (and still not being less about the ready to die thing), got to do everything he needed to, although not everything he wanted to and knew it. And yeah, part of me would love to have him back -- Ianto was the most organically and serendipitiously written character on Torchwood -- everyone admits his arc was never what anyone intended, but I also think his death served the larger narrative about Jack that took place not just in CoE, but across Torchwood thus far and, particularly, what we learn about Jack's future in Doctor Who. Also, writers write what they write for a reason. Sometimes those are reasons of craft; sometimes those are reasons of personal neurotic fixation; usually it's a combination of the two. The idea of anyone petitioning or lobbying to change the stories I need to tell freaks me the fuck out, so the whole petition thing, aside from being, I think, futile, makes me slightly uncomfortable. But I am also so charmed! It makes me feel so good as someone who is crazy about fictions in every possible way to see someone who's real in a different way than you or me so loved. And man, what a fucking kick this crazy ass shit must be for GDL. I'm tickled. I'm also feeling bad for the wave of misery that's going to be showing up tonight with the American broadcast.

Something I've never seen a good writer in Torchwood fandom tackle is Ianto's first time with Jack, if this whole being into men thing is actually news to him (as he claims to his sister, but canon tells us Ianto is a lying liar who lies). I've seen shitty writers do it as a way to address their own experiences of losing their virginity, but seriously? Not relevant and the "sex isn't meaningful unless there's penetration" shit is annoying. I'd like to see a writer do it well, with all that weird, awkward, scary first time stuff, but write it still recognizing that Ianto is a goddamn adult - one who is sexual, determined and compulsive and, my god, has Jack's fucking attention. Someone? ANYONE? If there's an awesome story I've missed somewhere, please let me know.