sundries

[rm]

I'm having one of those periodic things I have where I want to knit. I'm a pretty lousy knitter. I can do a scarf, but that's about it. But in posting all those LJ small businesses yesterday, a bit of yarn jumped out at me.

Anyway, this led to the following horrific observation on Twitter: @racheline_m: Why hasn't someone made a 456 knitting pattern yet? Everyone wants a knit, vomiting, 3-headed turkey, don't they?

Which then led to the horrifying personal observation -- you guys know I live on the 4/5/6 train, yeah?

Okay, the White House gate crashers? met the President. I really, really, will be deeply, deeply annoyed if these people aren't in a world of trouble. Free passes on this sort of thing will just encourage more of it, and in our reality TV world, people will always rise to the challenge of self-promotional asshattery.

The houses of NYC.

Last night we went to see A Streetcar Named Desire. It was an exceptional and very funny production and the director tried to bring as much ambiguity to it as possible (maybe everyone is crazy, maybe everyone in a liar), but at the end of the day, it's still a weird play trapped in the moment of its creation and that moment's conception of sexuality and insanity. Still, it was a fine, fine thing, and it's interesting to me, the degree to which I can now recognize which performers came out of NIDA and which didn't, by very specific performance ticks. And, of course, being a mostly NIDA alum production, spectacular and intelligent sets.

I've just been linked to this: GDL (blond! and with Stephen Fry, and I think a chick that was in Spooks). It was good for a giggle early this morning, although it suffers more than a bit if you're lacking various England/Wales contexts.

I hope everyone is having fun at Chicago Tardis. Can I be right in that I'm not hearing eight billion pounds of squeeing out of it due to the lack of Torchwood boys as guests? People, squee anyway, some of us do still care.

bodlon points out the Frenzy of Fail that is this article about a transwoman over at the Boston Herald.

Oh my god our cruise is in five or so weeks and I still need to: find the right shoes for my tux (which will be here in a couple of weeks), buy a suit bag, double-check on my gluten-free food stuff for the trip, make sure Patty and I have all the wardrobe stuff we need (like post-swimming coverups), order various cruise extras (from our excursions to random luxury things for the room for our departure), and on and on and on. I can't believe we were originally booked on something department December 10th. Man, I am so glad this isn't happening until January.

OMG, tux! Also am excited to see the swatches that Seyta is sending me for the new shirts I'm ordering. I love my shirts from Duchess a ridiculous, ridiculous amount. I may have to go with a dark blue one too, since I lost my dark blue one from Uniqlo, and I do absolutely need one in that color for cosplay at Gallifrey One anyway.

Okay, I really need to stop being depressed about NaNo, and just go back to writing my book without the collective frenzy and get that damn werewolf story done. Just do it. Blah.

Plants vs. Zombies music video. I blame Patty.

Wanting to Want. A six page article in The New York Times about female sexual desire? This can't end well. Actually, I'm still only on the first page. With the raisins. WHUT? you ask. Yeah, just... have fun.

Yet another article claiming that Sarah Palin's biggest obstacle is gender, and that women don't like her because they're jealous ... or something. Maybe women don't like her because fewer women go for anti-choice, anti-gay politics AND because women can't believe this is the level of discourse they have to keep looking at this thing on. Aaaaargh. I'd argue women can't let Sarah Palin go, because men won't let them.

Anatomy of the Tauntaun sleeping bag.

Comments

[eumelia.livejournal.com]

re: GDL -- because of this Kali and I are now writing AU-Ianto!rentboy fic.
OMG, I could kiss you both! Yes! This is the best thing I could have read now, after the most sex-negative discussion I'd had with a fellow-feminist in a long time.
Prostitution = Evil! BDSM = Evil! ARRRRGH! I was this close to smacking that young woman!

[rm.livejournal.com]

Jack Harkness gets sick of shooing rent boy Ianto Jones away from the
door of the tourist office (a less discrete location for a blow job
than the kid might think) and hires him for Torchwood. After a bit
of pygmalion-like transformation into a useful office creature, a
Torchwood gig comes up in which Ianto's former profession would make
the perfect cover to infiltrate a crime syndicate trading in alien
weapons. There's just one problem, Ianto Jones doesn't have a lot of
scruples, but the last thing he's willing to sign up for is having
Jack Harkness as his pimp.

pre-S1 AU: no Gwen, no Lisa, a whole lot of Suzie.

[eumelia.livejournal.com]

Ooooooh, intriguing! Have you begun to outline it already? Scenes in your heads? All that :)

Oh hey, what about EtGB? Your poly-fic? Is that on the back burner at the mo?

[rm.livejournal.com]

Everything's on the back-burner in the sense that Kali's life is very chaotic right now (as far as that goes, EtGB is still very much on the front burner), but she's sort of coming out of it, so that's still the prime fic. This is going to be something pretty short, so may get done sooner. If life stops being fucktacular, hopefully we'll have SOMETHING to post before the new year.

[darthhellokitty.livejournal.com]

Oh, THAT'S something to look forward to.

[missdeanna.livejournal.com]

That sounds really awesome.

[aviv-b.livejournal.com]

Yes, please!

[bodlon.livejournal.com]

Okay. That's epic. I seriously can't wait to see this. But, you know, that's my usual opinion when you and Kali get up to fannish shenanigans.

Also, we need to have a chat at some point about out of control AU epics, because I've got one going in the background that might just kill me.

[rm.livejournal.com]

Hopefully it won't be epic. We've convinced ourselves it's just four chapters and that we'll finish it before we post it, but who knows!

And yeah, email away. Man, we're all working on Way Too Much Stuff.

[bodlon.livejournal.com]

We really are. I'd start waving a white flag at my muse, but better too much than nothing.