sundries

It is snowing. Again. It is supposed to snow intermittently for the next four days. I have never seen anything like this winter. It is, I think, starting to ping some strange post-apocalyptic childhood fear in me. I keep thinking about nuclear war and Twelve Monkeys.

Am overwhelmed with news lately. Such a busy couple of news weeks, and I'm working like 3pm - 2am right now covering an event in Europe. So I'm tired and AWOL from the rest of life.

Am completely annoyed by a mailing list I'm on, which was never clear if it was about bisexuality as an academic topic or bisexual academics. But that's not the worst of it. The worst of it is a whole lot of people not knowing their own history (to say "queer" was never a political or activist word and has no radical history is just incorrect) or people not realizing how nasty and privileged the stuff coming out of their mouths is (assertions that one would NEVER choose to use the word "queer" in a given town because it's just too confrontational and lesbian, gay or bisexual would be much safer -- well that's nice, but for some people queer is the only word that makes accurate sense). Why? WHY haven't I unsubscribed? It's not like it's suddenly going to get interesting.

Need something to write about for LfT. Am afraid my inspiration for the week has all been blown on that RPF thing which was a very challenging write. The thing is, I like writing stuff that challenging and complex. I'm toying with something about fencing and about mystery schools, but I'm not sure the post can be written without dirty laundry -- which I'm not necessarily opposed to, it just requires appropriate consideration and timing, all of which I"m a little low on right now.

Yay, edible cups are fully funded. Still can't get over the random commentor who, without being specific, posted on Kickstarter that this project is run by "terrible people." I don't know the edible cup people, but if you don't actually spell out your issues this looks like more sour graps and people being resentful of people, especially female people, who do stuff. AND I AM SO SICK OF IT.

Totally behind on White Collar due to weird work hours. See lots of squeeing about subtext. Which says to me the show that's doing really interesting stuff about human relationships still can't decide what it's doing about human relationships. Also, Peter having a Kojak moment with a lollypop, does not queer content make, thanks.

There's a TW friending meme going on right now that I haven't decided whether or not to participate in yet because my relationship with LJ and the fandom feels so fucked up in my own head.

I've only skimmed this fic from cthonus so far because of my wacky schedule, but it's compelling and creepy. Although you have to buy into just how long Jack holds on to loss for it to work. Meanwhile, I only skimmed the thing and it's still walking around with me, so I'm pretty sure it works. I think this cycles up to the beginning of this post -- there's a certain quiet, narrative, despair to this time of year, combined with Patty being away and my whole Jack thing, stories like this can't not get a hold of me right now.