sundries + top 5 fannish things, pt. 2

Since I'm on a set tomorrow, I got my lip and eyebrows waxed. I hate it, or something, although it's better, now that I realize I look better as a man or a woman when I am well-groomed. But I used to get a lot more waxing done a lot more often, which made it easier. I would just let it go. Now I brace for the pain and it makes it worse. My face is swollen, but should be fine by the morning.

JC Penny's sucks. They have some cool looking cheap women's business clothes, but their smallest size is 4, which fits me like an 8 or a 10 at any other New York City shop. Super irritating. I am 36-years-old and I don't want to be looking for clothes next to the shitty prom dresses in Juniors. To get that taste of that out of my mouth, I popped down to their boys department, but no dress shirts or ties. The whole thing was made of fail.

I stopped in St. Patrick's today and sat for a while, for the first time in ages. That was good. It's just a thing, and one I should note in advance that I am disinclined to explain.

I did wind up buying a dress at H&M that's very much a Mad Men, secretary getting fucked over the desk dress. Which means it's clingy and demure and retro. And no jokes! NO JOKES! Unless you're really funny. Okay? Feh.

I've not committed new RPS yet, but shy_anon has. SG/JB/GDL. It's exceptionally well-done. And for the person who asked, no, I wouldn't give a crap if someone wrote RPS about me, since it wouldn't actually be about me. I might only care if it was a veiled rape threat or something, but since the people who threaten to rape me (hi, the Internet sucks) are usually never veiled about it, don't really care!

spiderine is probably best known in Torchwood fandom for A Close and Holy Darkness. I will confess that when I first read it, despite being really fucking kinky and recognizing the technical skill of the series, it did nothing for me. And then I read it again last night. Hot damn. And not just hot, but lovely, gentle, romantic -- in its way, because seriously, if you don't know it, let me say, this story is pretty hardcore in some ways (although the actual sex isn't that outre). So apparently when I read it the first time, I was just in one of those phases where any and all references to BDSM made me think about how blindingly inadequate I find most people. So, shit yeah, you should read that, assuming you haven't already.

Torchwood people, this is made of smiles: http://kittypretzels15.deviantart.com/art/Pairing-Meme-Fffff-132443573
Found via the TWU crew.

FYI, Jack, although human, is not from Earth, hence why I consider him an alien. I realize this is a legitimate subject for debate. I note it here instead of in comments, or else I'd have to say the same thing like ten times!

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The trailer for The Imaginarium of Dr. Parnassus is out. It looks great. It's also a bit pang-y to watch, both because of the Heath Ledger factor (oh, oh, will I ever see his work and not think of that stupid night in sushi-e in Sydney?) and because anyone still reeling from Torchwood Children of Earth -- well, just trust me, it'll fuck with your shit.

Since all of the above is super-shallow, I feel a little weird noting here that I feel kinda strange about the helicopter/small plan crash over the Hudson yesterday. The small plane, in from somewhere else, took off from Teteroboro, which is where I took flying lessons. When I first started flying lessons, I commented to my instructor that maybe I'd check out the helicopter school on the other side of the airport too, 'cause that seemed cool, and he was like "No. Helicopters are how people die. This shit, it's about as risky as riding a motorcycle; that shit? is just stupid." It's stayed with me. And so has the photos of yesterday's crash, which makes it fairly obvious that in the small plane at least, death was not instant. *shudder*