let's make a meme

Because I'm trying to get my head in the game for Terminus.

Each of your fandoms (no longer need to be current) and what you learned from them. I'll do mine later. Gotta work work work.

Terminus programming schedule and other details

Once again, my programming schedule at Terminus:

Title: Muggle Reception in Religious Contexts
Time: Friday, August 8, 9:00 a.m.
Presentation length: 90 minutes

Title: Severus Snape, Gender and Heroism
Time: Friday, August 8, 4:00 p.m.
Presentation length: 25 minutes

Title: Using Acting Improvisation to Improve Your Writing
Time: Saturday, August 9, 9:00 a.m.
Presentation length: 90 minutes

Title: Facilis Descensus Averno
Time: Saturday, August 9, 8:00 p.m.
Presentation length: 50 minutes

Title: Meet the Author
Time: Saturday, August 9, 9:00 p.m.
Presentation length: 15 minutes

Title: A Duelling Society is a Polite Society: Correlations Between Magical Duelling and Muggle Swordsmanship
Time: Sunday, August 10, 11:00 a.m.
Presentation length: 50 minutes


* I will have books on-hand to sell at the conference. It is also possible that some of the stores in the vendor's room may have them, but I don't actually know.

* Please note that I have a critical business obligation immediately following my religion panel and will not be able to stick around and chatter afterwards, but otherwise am always open to folks schmoozing.

* I will probably not be cosplaying very much, because the meta gets too weird for me when doing those sorts of presentations, and I don't actually particularly feel like a broken-hearted 16-year-old boy these days. I will be wearing a fabulous black backless gown to the ball, and I will be donning the Jack drag at some point for something, but that needs to be coordinated with my other TW partners in crime. Realistically, as I have a bevy of blue and grey fabulousness these days and those clothes are killer comfortable, this may happen more than that.

* Please remember I am an introvert. That doesn't mean I'm shy. I'm actually incredibly gregarious and like being the center of attention. But it also _exhausts_ me. If I seem like I'm flagging or note that I have to escape, trust me, it's not personal. I just get worn down. Because if it is personal, oh trust me, you'll know.

* If you can't find me, check the pool, where I'll probably be lounging and frantically trying to complete my presentations.

* If you need to reach me at the con and do not have my number, use the paging function in my LJ profile and tell me who you are and your number and I'll call you back.

* My name is pronounced Ra-shell-lean. You may also call me RM. The only acceptable shortening of my name is Rach, but if you don't already know me in person, I'd appreciate you asking before you use it, because I am formal and weird like that.

Anything else anyone needs to know?

culinary exile and fictional food

The next piece in the Jack/Ianto thing Kali and I are wroking on will be posted before I leave for Terminus, I think (if not, the first day while I'm there -- we're close to done).

In writing it I've solidified a lurking feeling I've had about my writing recently, which is give me an alternate or non-earth-based world and I'll give you a cuisine. Seriously, this is my weird compulsion as a writer. I always want to know exactly what foods and flavours appeal to people. It's not like "Oh, I bet there's a thing that tastes like this." it's that I have to figure out an entire food logic of a place, and then a character's preference within such a place. I've done it for my novel project, and I've clearly just done it for Jack's past in our fics. If I cared to, and I don't, because I'm fucking lazy and it's weird, I could cook you weeks of menus around these ideas.

It's such a funny compulsion. I wonder if I would have done it pre-celiac disease or if it's a habit that comes out of my own culinary exile.

Perhaps funniest to me is how rarely it syncs with my own food habits and preferences. I suppose it's like that thing when I'm writing Narcissa Malfoy and I have to stop myself from buying peach-colored lingerie.

Regardless. Now I go make dinner.