feh

[rm]

Aside from whatever emotional balm I'm getting from the spate of Swordspoint fic I've been writing, it's a good exercise in that Alec (for all his nasty comments ) and Richard are the two least verbal characters ever. How do two people have a conversation about something complicated or serious when they almost never ever speak in sentences longer than five words? This is the problem of the current thing I am working on, which is somewhat ambitious. I am struggling. I think I have it mapped out well, and I think in looking at this nearly finished draft, the answer is to cut it apart and make it one of those moody backwards and forwards things. But I'm still feeling weird physically, and I very much doubt that will happen tonight, espeically with dance class and a screening tomorrow, the fact of fencing on Monday and my shoulders hurting right now from lifting weights yesterday.

All that AC stuff I was going to write? I can't, apparently, churn out craptastic nonfiction when I have a headache. Strings, which I'm so behind on working on, is also suffering a similar fate. In that case, not feeling well makes me too aware of my own flesh to write about anyone else's.

I'm going to go sit in the bath and hem a pair of pants.

Also, I'm going to take this class: http://community.livejournal.com/nyc_for_free/1167992.html

Clearly, this is my new thing, taking classes in various odd and not particularly modern arts.

Oh yeah, and that dude who played Doogie Howser is gay. Hardly a surprise really, but after the evil genius that was his performance in Starship Troopers, I'm sort of irrationally thrilled he's one of my tribe.

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[melebeth]

I ADORE Neil Patrick Harris. He's amazingly talented, and I'm thrilled that he's gay. My friend in Cabaret said he was the best Emcee they had, and when I saw him... wow. I felt guilty feeling that way about Doogie. And now, in "How I met your mother" he's such a delightfully misogynstic scumbag that you can't help but love him. Whoot!