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Only brief notes today, because work fried my brain, but I had to note a couple of things.

Spoilers here )

Okay, that wasn't actually brief after all :-)

Wednesday Reading Meme

Apr. 26th, 2017 03:39 pm
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What I Just Finished Reading

Arkady & Boris Strugatsky, Roadside Picnic (tr. Olena Bormashenko): The Strugatsky brothers have been on my to-read list for a long time, and this seems to be the only book of theirs in print in English; I think I would have preferred Monday Begins on Saturday. Anyway, if you want bleak Soviet SF about a world where the aliens came but didn't care about us and left their trash behind, I've got a book for you right here. It's about a group of "stalkers" who go into the Zone to pilfer said alien trash, an avocation which is occasionally deadly. And also, you know, what is intelligence, what is humanity, etc etc. And a lot of drinking. Really a lot of drinking. It was good, and the translation read very fluently, but I think maybe next time I'd like a book with more people and fewer faceless lonely murderous voids of existence.

What I'm Reading Now

Black Panther #13, Infamous Iron Man #7, Mighty Captain Marvel #4, Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur #18, Ultimates 2 #6, X-Men Blue #2, X-Men Gold #2 )

What I'm Reading Next

Dunno.

Reading Wednesday

Apr. 26th, 2017 01:24 pm
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What did you just finish?
Rusty Puppy by Joe Lansdale. The twelfth book in the thriller/mystery/action series Hap & Leonard, this one picks up immediately where the previous one left off – which is good, since that previous one ended on a hell of a cliffhanger, with Hap seemingly in the middle of dying. Well, he's all better now and while I didn't particularly expect the series to kill off its narrator and co-protagonist, I really could have used some more resolution to that particular plot development.

Ah, well. I don't read these books for their subtle plotting, I read them because the banter between Hap and Leonard never fails to make me laugh. For example:
"You do look cool in that fedora.” [Hap said to Leonard]
“Like I value your opinion.”
“But you do.”
“Do not.”
“Do.”
“So you like it?” he said.
“Stylish, brother. You found something that works for you. I know how hard that must be for you.”
“You’re still searching, though,” Leonard said. “Your daughter doing okay?”
“Yep.”
“That’s working out?”
“Except she and Brett [Hap's girlfriend] have the colds from hell. I think it might be flu. Brett actually asked that I stay at the office tonight. They are seriously infectious. And I don’t want that shit they got.”
“But you don’t mind sharing their germs with me?”
“I don’t have a single symptom,” I said. “And I’m keeping it that way. I’m actually kind of enjoying being on my own at the office. Well, there’s Buffy [the dog]. It’s nice for a change of pace. Me and Buffy can play checkers until late at night. She hasn’t quite got chess down yet.”
“You can stay at my place, asshole.”
“I’m fine at the office. John and you might get back together, and I’d rather not hear you fucking behind the wall. I can’t enjoy that. I keep thinking something is in the wrong hole.”
“Long as I’ve known you, you are still bothered by it?”
“Not the gay, just the act. I don’t want to hear it going on.”
“That’s the same.”
“How do you feel about heterosexuality?”
“Nothing against it, but it makes me kind of go eeew.”
“Now you get it.”
“I’m going to tell Brett you referred to her equipment as a hole.”
“I was just speaking in a general way.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Please don’t,” I said.
“I’ll consider on it,” he said.


In this book, they investigate the murder of Jamar, a young man supposedly beaten to death in a drug deal gone wrong, but whose mother swears that something more is going on. The plot expands to include a conspiracy of crooked cops, the sexual harassment of Jamar's sister, an illegal boxing ring, an abandoned sawmill, a bunch of incompetent hitmen, Leonard's new boyfriend, a sleazy lawyer, and a deliciously creepy explanation for the phrase 'rusty puppy'. There's a slender feel to all of it, like much of it is only there to provide a setup for the fanservice-y climax wherein Hap and Leonard are forced to publically fight each other to the death. But since I quite enjoy a bit of well-done fanservice, that's not really a criticism.

Speaking of, I also loved the new character of an eight-year-old girl who becomes involved in the mystery (warning for various language issues):
The little girl came over. “You think you’re bad, don’t you?” She said this to Leonard.
“Baby girl, I don’t think, I know I’m bad.”
“Them boys hold grudges,” she said.
“Do they now? Well, that’s going to worry me for days. Who the hell are you? ”
“Reba. I was named after a white lady that sings.”
“Yeah?” Leonard said.
“Mama liked that cracker shit. I don’t. I like me some real music. I mainly go by Little Woman.”
“You just made that up,” Leonard said.
“Startin’ now, then.”
“I like Reba,” Leonard said. “I mean the singer, if that’s who you’re talking about. You I don’t like at all, you little snot-nosed pile of rat shit.”
“Leonard,” I said. “Kid.”
“This ain’t no kid. That there is a fucking four-hundred-year-old midget vampire.”
“Fuck you,” Reba said.
“Fuck you too,” Leonard said.
“You ain’t black at all?”
“What the fuck color am I? This look like shoe polish to you?”
“Uncle Tom is your color.”
“Yeah, well, you want to stay in the goddamn projects and wear your own shower cap and house shoes and whine about the Man keeping you down, you go on and do it. Me, I spit in the Man’s fucking face, tell him it’s face wash, and he’s got to like it.”
“I hope you get et up by a tiger,” she said, walking away.
“Not likely,” Leonard said.
“Leonard, really? You’re going to pick a fight with a kid?”
“She started it. Ancient midget-ass motherfucking vampire.” He yelled out to her then. “I hope your fucking tricycle has a flat.”
She kept walking away, and without looking back, she stuck her hand up in a fist, extended her middle finger.


I suspect (and sincerely hope) that she will become a recurring character, which makes me very happy. Though really I want Leonard to adopt her so they become a mean angry kick-ass family of crime solvers.

It's not a deep book, but sometimes deep is not what I want. For funny, light-hearted entertainment, you could hardly do better.
I read this as an ARC via NetGalley.


Mr. Potter by Jamaica Kincaid. A hard book to review, mainly because it doesn't really have a plot and barely has characters and it isn't even entirely clear as to which genre it belongs – memoir or novel – though the one thing it is closer to than anything else is poetry.

Let me demonstrate with the opening paragraph:
And that day, the sun was in its usual place, up above and in the middle of the sky, and it shone in its usual way so harshly bright, making even the shadows pale, making even the shadows seek shelter; that day the sun was in its usual place, up above and in the middle of the sky, but Mr. Potter did not note this, so accustomed was he to this, the sun in its usual place, up above and in the middle of the sky; if the sun had not been in its usual place, that would have made a great big change in Mr. Potter's day, it would have meant rain, however briefly such a thing, rain, might fall, but it would have changed Mr. Potter's day, so used was he to the sun in its usual place, way up above and in the middle of the sky. Mr. Potter breathed in his normal way, his heart was beating in its normal way, up and down underneath the covering of his black skin, up and down underneath his white knitted cotton vest next to his very black skin, up and down underneath his plainly woven white cotton shirt that was on top of the knitted cotton vest which lay next to his skin; so his heart breathed in its normal way. And he put on his trousers and in the pocket of his trousers he placed a white handkerchief; and all this was as normal as the way his heart beat; all this, his putting on his clothes in just that way, as normal as the way his heart beat, the heart beating normally and the clothes reassuring to Mr. Potter and to things beyond Mr. Potter, things that did not know they needed such reassurance.

The entire book goes on this way, full of repetitions and a focus on oddly specific little details while the larger picture is left vague, only gestured at rather than depicted. Certain phrases occur over and over again throughout the book until they take on the feeling of a chorus or chant: a line drawn through him; Mr. Potter was my father, my father's name was Mr. Potter; Mr. Potter was born in nineteen hundred and twenty-two and he died in nineteen hundred and ninety-two; Mr. Potter could not read and Mr. Potter could not write. The story, such as it is, is about Roderick Potter, a poor chauffeur on Antigua: his parents (his father who never acknowledged him and his mother who committed suicide when he was young), the man who owns the car Mr. Potter drives (from Lebanon, with his own tragic history of exile), one of his customers (Dr. Weizenger, about whose past we never learn more than that he is fleeing Prague in the 1940s, but really, what more is there to say than that? – to say someone is fleeing Prague in the 1940s is to say exactly what they're fleeing from), Mr. Potter's own many illegitimate children, one of whom grows up to be a writer and becomes the narrator of this book. More than a story, it's a lyrical observation of colonialism, racism, poverty, sexism and broken families, tragedies carried down the generations, all the general global and individual ills of every life, and the ability – or the lack of it – to recognize and articulate such problems. And, most of all, whose voice will be heard doing so.

I think I liked it, overall, though it's a weird book to grapple with. It's a very good example of a very particular thing, but if a 150 page prose poem about the narrator's unknown harsh-but-suffering father doesn't sound appealing, I don't think the actual experience of Mr. Potter will change your mind.


Mount TBR update: 14!

What are you currently reading?
Blood & Beauty by Sarah Dunant. A novel about the Borgias from my favorite melodramatic historical fiction author!

wednesday reads 'n things

Apr. 26th, 2017 12:45 pm
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[personal profile] isis
What I've recently finished reading: Er, I haven't actually finished anything recently. Which is a bit embarrassing because it's been two weeks since my last books post. But I've been reading fanfiction, including an original fic which I'm going to count as a book; and also, playing Ruzzle (a phone wordgame akin to Boggle) and Witcher 3 and watching some more Black Sails (four eps left in the last season), and I was on a vacation for four days mountain biking with my husband and another couple and didn't manage to read anything because we spent the evenings talking and drinking and playing bocce. /excuses

What I'm currently reading: Lots of things!

Grace of Kings by Ken Liu - my current audiobook, of which my opinion goes from two-star to four-star and back again pretty much every listening session. After my grumbling to [personal profile] ambyr that he just fridged another potentially excellent female character, the next bit I listened to...introduced a fabulous female character and gave her what looks like a starring role! After a really solid scene which sounded very much like an ending...I realized I was only 3/4 through the book.

The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins - I am at the point where I'm sort of hatereading it just because it's there. All the characters are awful, which I realize is the point, but I don't care for books like that.

The Course of Honour by [archiveofourown.org profile] Avoliot - original m/m arranged marriage in SPAAAACE fic. The arranged marriage bit is kind of dubious to me (dynastic marriages require the capability of making offspring!) but the story is entertaining and reasonably well-written, with interesting world-building and a solid non-romance plot (which is what sold me on it). I am not a romance fan, but I love relationships as b-plot to adventure/action/mystery/thriller stuff. (I found this because people were discussing it in a Books thread on ffa, and it sounded interesting enough to suspend my no-WIP rule.)

What I'm reading next: More fanfiction. (I'm reading a Witcher WIP right now, another exception to my rule, not really anything I'd give an unqualified rec to, but it's time travel, which is my bulletproof trope. Also I have promised two people I'd beta-read their fic, and I should be getting those soon.) I should get back to my collected Hugo-nominated short stories (spoiler alert: I haven't really liked the ones I've read, which is more about me not liking pro short stories in general than about the quality of the stories). I also have Catherynne Valente's Deathless on my phone, courtesy of a recent Tor books monthly giveaway, and I've been wanting to read it after a friend recommended it on my review of The Bear and the Nightingale as another Russian-mythology-inspired work.

Speaking of fanfic, I have my NoFM assignment and am pleased, though I have too many general ideas right now and not enough specific ones. I've also started writing another Witcher fic about totally minor characters nobody will be interested in, and have been poking at an abandoned WIP in another fandom that I might try to resurrect. Nothing like an assignment with a due date to make me want to write other things...

WisCon schedule / review

Apr. 26th, 2017 11:04 am
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My day began with two excellent things. The first: Charles Payseur's in-depth review of the latest Mithila Review, which includes my poem "family (a form somehow must)."

The second: My finalized WisCon schedule!

This Genre Kills Fascists
Sat, 1:00–2:15 pm
Capitol B
Gwynne Garfinkle (moderator), ANONYMOUS, Alexis Lothian, Victor J. Raymond
Let's dig into the history, the present, and the future of genre fiction as resistance texts. The uses of genre conventions to speak out in ways that would be dangerous if stated baldly in a realist or non-fiction text, the power of imagining a way forward, the issuing of warnings, the rallying cries. The epitaphs and the freedom songs. The voices that endure and the voices that are needed.


Fanfic, Retcon, and Zombies, Oh My!
Sat, 9:00-10:15 pm
University B
Carrie Pruett (moderator), Gwynne Garfinkle, KJ, Victoria Janssen
Let's talk about what happens in the murky territories where fanfic meets original works. Do writings that use original works in the public domain—modern-day Sherlock Holmes characters, zombies in Jane Austen's worlds—count as fanfic? When a series gets unwieldy or unpopular, it can be rebooted or rewritten with different parameters: maybe a character comes back to life, changes gender, or gets a new backstory. Are there differences between retcon and fix-it fic, other than who owns the copyright?


Personal Demons
Sun, 10:00-11:15 am
Conference 4
Carol Anne Douglas, Gwynne Garfinkle, Cath Schaff-Stump , LaShawn M. Wanak
What haunts us, what scares us, what makes us tick. Works that deal with metaphorical and actual demons.


When the Monster Isn't the Monster
Sun, 4:00-5:15 pm
University C
William Paimon (moderator), Gwynne Garfinkle, Leigh Hellmann
Science fiction and horror have always displayed a unique ability to play with allegory and metaphor by making monsters. Sometimes, though, the monster is more than just a flesh and blood (or protoplasm) villain to be defeated. As these genres have had a resurgence over the past few years, high concept genre work has undergone something of a renaissance. From big screen successes like The Babadook, It Follows, and The Witch, to television like Jessica Jones and Mr. Robot, science fiction and horror are finding commercial and critical success by having something to say again. Let's talk about what we loved in works with horrors that are more than meet the eye, note where they fell flat, and share hidden gems we might not have run into yet.
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Sweden, Eva Ström, 'Dödssynder åtrår ni mig ännu?'


Dödssynder åtrår ni mig ännu?
Vrede vill du blomma i mig?
Vill du driva blodet till mina kinder
och få mitt hjärta att accelerera.
Avundets korta sting,
vill du träffa mig,
låta mig fåfängt få rasa
efter ett annat liv.
Jag vill känna högmodet och gå
med högmodets vadderade ncacke,
jag vill känna den beska älskogens söta sting i min kropp,
och vila en stund på smickrarnas ockersålda mattor.
Jag vill känna hur slugheten får min hjärna att arbeta
och hur omåttligheten griper tag i mig i ett vällustigt begär.
Dödssynder åtrår ni mig?
Kan ni ännu verka i mig?

Deadly Sins, Do You Still Want Me?

Deadly sins, do you still want me?
Wrath, do you want to bloom in me?
Want to drive blood into my cheek
and make my heart accelerate.
Envy, short sting
do you want to smack me,
churn in me—vain rampages
after my next lonely life.
I want to feel pride and run
with pride’s stiff neck,
I want to feel the bitter sweet sting of sex in my body
and rest in the moment on flattery’s shaggy carpet.
I want to feel how cunning works in my brain
and how excess grips me and touches me with desire.
Deadly sins, do you still want me?
Can you still work in me?


More information: https://qarrtsiluni.com/2011/02/15/three-swedish-poems-by-eva-strom-and-johanna-ekstrom/
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I am so behind on my tv shows that I just...continue to fall behind because I didn't watch anything last night either. *hands* I also put aside various books and comics I was reading in order to start a Raven Cycle reread, since it's the right time of year, but I've also often been too tired to focus on reading on the commute. I'm sure once we see the sun again for more than a couple hours once a week, this will start to go away, but right now all I want to do is curl up in bed under the covers. So no Wednesday reading meme either.

What I did do last night was make some more lip balm, this time a variation on this recipe, substituting mango butter for coconut oil, and a tablespoon each of castor oil and apricot kernel oil for the sweet almond oil, and two drops each of the essential oils, plus 1/2 tsp of vitamin E oil, 1/2 tsp of zinc oxide for sunscreen purposes, and 1 tsp of rose gold mica powder to make it a lovely pink. Which makes for a nice, rich lip balm. As in that recipe post, I also used slidey lip tins though they are super tiny - the amount of lip balm this recipe made filled all ten tins I bought plus four chapstick tubes. I guess because I originally bought 1 oz tins, I'm used to only getting like four or five tins worth of stuff each time, but it goes a lot farther when your tins are smaller.

I also bought a bunch of these adorable daisy pots but I haven't filled them yet. I'm excited to try, though.

In other news, writing continues to happen in fits and starts - work is too busy, evenings I'm too tired, etc. but I poke around here and there and hope to finish something every once in a while. And since I mentioned my wip list the other day, here it is:

- after he took from you everything he could steal, the utterly self-indulgent id-fic, featuring suitless Vader and lady!Obi-Wan having copious amounts of deeply unhealthy sex. With [personal profile] snacky's help, I've figured out an ending that doesn't include murder/suicide, so now I feel like I can keep writing it. *snerk*

- nobody move, nobody get hurt and the movement and the spin, aka, Thing One and Thing Two, which I might as well admit at this point are also AUs where Obi-Wan is a lady, but much kinder to both her and Anakin. Probably too kind. Ah well, we all write our own kinds of fix-its, and mine involve genderswap (cisswap?) and a lot of hilariously awkward teenage pining while Obi-Wan mostly pretends to be oblivious because she's not the socially awkward one. *hands* And then one day, when he's no longer her padawan, nor a teenager, maybe, she thinks to herself. Maybe. So, you know, two stories, two POVs, but the stories go together.

- Drive It Like You Stole It, the Han/Leia PWP that needs attention.

- Half-Truths and Hyperbole, the Obi-Wan/Satine Regency AU.

- Well Did You Ever?, the Obi-Wan/Satine Thin Man AU (with a special guest appearance by Anakin as Asta).

- Talking Points, Luke and Rey and trying not to make the same mistakes past generations did.

- how strangely my life is curved, aka, Ahsoka unfrozen in the future and Steve Rogersing her way through the Resistance.

- Night Five, Anakin/Ahsoka trope fic ("there's only one bed at the space hotel!") for [personal profile] silveronthetree.

- Someone else to catch this drift, the single dad Anakin AU which features both Anakin/Ahsoka and Anakin/Obi-Wan

- the Obi-Wan/Ventress frenemies-with-benefits one, fittingly titled Frenemies with Benefits

- the untitled story where Force ghost!Obi-Wan haunts Darth Vader and Darth Vader is just like, "I already have an Obi-Wan in my head criticizing everything I do! What fresh hell is this?" also for [personal profile] silveronthetree.

*blinks*

Okay, that is a lot more than I expected. I like having a list though. It makes me feel accountable. And also accomplished when I can take something off of it. And maybe I'll actually have something to post next week on May 4. Who knows? Anything could happen!

***

Today's poem:

Fire on the Cuyahoga
by Cheryl Snell

The river burned only a few times,
but nobody here forgets it.
You'd think they'd keep the place up a little better—
look at the candy wrappers, empty bottles, rubbers.
Who knows what else is dumped after dark?

Beauty is as beauty does, I suppose, and of course
all rivers should be beautiful, not necessarily
the untouched beauty of a head cheerleader
at her beginning of things—
but more like the worn kind of beauty she'll grow into,
after she runs off with her married man,
bringing back the three kids, one of them always sick,
and her working minimum wage at the KMart,
the new boyfriend with raw hands and grimy fingernails
out back building a barbeque pit, trying to start
the fire that will stun her into loving him.

***

My father-in-law

Apr. 26th, 2017 08:39 am
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[personal profile] happydork
My father-in-law passed away on Monday morning.

He was a kind man. Brilliant, playful, curious, funny, generous, loving — and kind. He loved to laugh and he loved to share, and his love for Amy shone out of him. He was so open to and enthusiastic about anything that made her happy — even if I hadn’t loved him for himself (and I did), I would have loved him for that.

I know he wanted to be remembered for who he was before the last few months of his life. The lively, silly, driven man who raced his small daughter down corridors (feinting the wrong way and giggling as she followed his misdirection), who trekked the world for charity, who took beautiful photographs, loved music, cooked and ate with gusto, and took great pleasure in so many things. But I’ll also remember how, at the end, he kept his kindness and kept his warmth. Every time we visited, I was struck again by how clearly he wanted Amy to feel welcome, to feel loved.

I was so lucky to have him in my life for the last few years. I'm far from the only one who'll be carrying him in my heart from now on.

I'm meming! I'm meming!

Apr. 26th, 2017 05:27 pm
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[personal profile] st_aurafina
I'm still trying to catch up on posting fic to my Dreamwidth. As I go, I'm trying to post to a comm or two as well, because that's where DW falls down a bit, I think - there aren't as many active comms as there were on LJ. Some really, really active ones! But not as many.

Speaking of which, is there a place I could post my Black Tapes genfic? A general fandom genfic comm? I couldn't find a specific Black Tapes comm, but in searching, I did find that there's an option for DW to add that topic to your interests. (Which is awesome.) And then through that, I found [community profile] addme_fandom, which is like [community profile] addme, but fannish.



Meme with me? (as seen everywhere, probably because it's a good meme!)
Ask me:
1. the character I least understand
2. interactions I enjoyed the most
3. the character who scares me the most
4. the character who is mostly like me
5. hottest looks character
6. one thing I dislike about my fave character
7. one thing I like about my hated character
8. a quote or scene that haunts me
9. a character I wish died but didn’t
10. my ship that never sailed



Also, from [profile] yohijideranged, a music meme!

1. A song you like with a colour in the title.
I have three, because how do you choose these things?
Under this cut: Birdy, Lorde, David Bowie )

Youtube, why do you do that massive gap thing with your embeds? Why?

The rest of the topics )
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[personal profile] st_aurafina
Title: A Child's Path to Clarity
Fandom: The Black Tapes podcast
Rating: Teen
Words: 4672
Characters/Pairings: Richard Strand, Alex Reagan, Nic Silver
Warnings/Content: None
Notes: Written for Yuletide 2016. Thank you to [personal profile] lilacsigil for the beta

Summary: "Almost certainly," said Alex. "Is most definitely not certain."

Also at the Archive

The apocalypse didn't start right away. )

the last Sámi book says

Apr. 26th, 2017 06:49 am
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Finland, Niilas Holmberg

SEAINNIT JA MOSKKUS
Vuosttas sámegirjjis lohká
sápmelačča jurdda ii golgga
go leat seainnit ja moskkus oaivval
muhto vár’ alde jos livččii
čoahkkinbáiki

jurddarávdnján
buđđosan gavjjain
mo dat munges
fihttešin čorget

maŋimus sámegirjjis lohká
vári jurdda ii golgga
go leat seainnit ja moskkus oaivval
WALLS AND OVERCAST
The first Sámi book says
thought is slow for a Sámi
when surrounded by walls and overcast
but imagine having a meeting
on a high hill

my understanding
has gathered dust
how could I know
how to clean it

the last Sámi book says
thought is slow for a high hill
when surrounded by walls and overcast

(no subject)

Apr. 25th, 2017 08:26 pm
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[personal profile] jmtorres
i am now, occasionally (well on about two occasions in the last week), getting weird headaches, on the top of my head, left side? anyone know what that is? brain parasites? satellite signal-related cancer? --i jest, but i did wonder the other week when I was getting eight million face x-rays in re the umpteenth root canal if, should I outlive everything else that could go wrong with me, I'll die of jaw cancer. I mean, I still jest. But in that laughing in the dark kind of way.

ahahaha so

Apr. 25th, 2017 07:27 pm
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[personal profile] jmtorres
that thing i said the other day about having overcome my need for soulmate perfect song matches for vids, and being able to cut songs for my vids now?

I am currently gnawing my fingernails over IF I CUT THIS VERSE AM I GUTTING THE SONG? How about the haha no sarcastic stinger after the theoretically serious chorus? Am I destroying the song if I want to end it on "I love you" not "at least I think I do"? Am I doing the song 100% wrong in the first place if I am trying to decide if the girls verse is superfluous to my dudeslash ship?

(/o\ at least it's not two white dudes? only one of them is white? and like. I can think of parallel things I want to do with the ladies in the fandom for the "girls" verse like it's totally possible to read the separation of verses as divided rather than complementary, but like, am I ruining the song by reinterpreting it????)

in other news: juls has still not gotten the memo that vidding is almost always more about the fandom than the song?
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[personal profile] silveronthetree
where war is no more Chapter 1 of 3 (753 words) by silveronthetree
(Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008). General Audiences. Obi-Wan Kenobi/Satine Kryze, Luke Skywalker. AU. Satine lives AU)
Obi-Wan needs a disguise and Satine just wishes he would smile again.

AU where Satine survives and Obi-Wan goes on the run with her and Luke after Order 66.


I posted a story that isn't for a fic exchange! I believe the last time I did that was back in 2012. It's technically my first wip, although I think this bit also works as a standalone.
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[personal profile] flamebyrd
I hadn't coded anything in a while... actually, that's not true. I coded a thing I hadn't posted here. So let's start with that instead.

AO3 Additional Filters
This is a userscript (and bookmarklet) to add author, date and wordcount filters to the sidebar on works listings. I basically wrote it because I was tired of losing my date filters when I changed the sort field.

And here's the one I was working on the last couple of days:

Dreamwidth HTML Buttons
This adds buttons to the beta Create Entries page that insert HTML for you.

Both of these are in beta and have only been tested in my own versions of Firefox and (briefly) in Chrome.

I'm running a WisCon Workshop!

Apr. 25th, 2017 01:36 pm
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Friends! I have been suckered into running a workshop at WisCon! If you are attending, please consider signing up! I promise it'll be a good conversation and not too much prep!

If you are a writer-type who usually does a Friday writer's workshop, never fear--since mine is on Sunday, there is no conflict with other workshops. Panels are another story. Here's the info:

How to Read Tiptree Winners as Models for Resistance — Sunday, 4-5:45pm

Resistance is so vital to our survival right now. Join this session to participate in a discussion of how stories — specifically, Tiptree-winning stories — can serve as a lens for how to enact resistance. Let’s keep each other alive. This session will accommodate 8 people.

There's plenty of room, and signups end today! Please check to make sure you're registered for WisCon, then email the coordinator at workshop@wiscon.net to reserve a spot.
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Because I was sad, L. invited me out for a drink after work (me, texting L upon entering the place and finding four long-haired bearded guys clustered around the end of the bar while Lynyrd Skynyrd played on the jukebox: "well, this certainly is a bar!" I didn't mean to be snobbish - it was absolutely my kind of hole in the wall place and it had $4 drafts for happy hour - but it was just so hilariously...not what I was expecting in the East Village.) and convinced me to attend a one-person show at The One Festival with her (mainly because it was only 45 minutes long and the subways were a mess).

However, upon getting to the theater, we discovered that there were two shows and the one we were there to see was the second one, so we saw two one-person shows.

The first, "Redemption," was a kind of Social Justice 101 on prison, the likes of which felt very earnest and well-intended but didn't really add anything new to that conversation. I mean, we're talking basically an afterschool special level of nuance. With one guy monologuing intensely at an audience of like 15 people for 45 minutes.

The second show, "What Would Cathy Do?", was about an actress (OR WAS SHE?) who went a little too method and got hooked on heroin. It was funny in a grim way, though again, not particularly new or revelatory, but the actress - Skye Wansey - was spectacular. So at the end, when we had to vote for one show or the other, we both voted for her.

Then we had a rather surreal taxi ride home, where the cab driver twice drove past my block and got huffy when I was like, no, I said 82nd, not 80th and 2nd! I mean, it is possible I messed it up once, and I will take the blame for that, but when he drove past my corner the first time, I paid close attention to make sure I was saying the right thing to direct him correctly on the second attempt, and he STILL drove past the corner again, and then got huffy when I was like, "Just let me out here!" so I could walk two blocks back to the street I actually live on. L. continued on in the cab and made it home without mishap.

Ah me. Still I was exhausted when I got home, which was probably a step up from being sad, and I had a nice time otherwise, so I'll take it.

***

Today's poem:

Act
by León Salvatierra
(Translated by Javier O. Huerta)

I'm going to say what love signifies
My grandfather said it was the desire of  the I for another I
And since then I began to search for you

My father said the number of  love was seven
Because creation lasted seven days
Seven days making love to its seven nights

I looked for you in each seven that ciphered my life
And I found you slipping away to other numbers

One confuses oneself with one's other self
When two bodies intertwine in bed, three loves
have been in my life, four it will be when you have left
five days that I cannot stand you, six kisses in La Paz Centro
seven years of not finding you, love, show me
from one to a thousand your nights

What is your philosophy of love
you ask me in bed: and I respond
It's not a flower but maybe it is a number. Here, I gift it to you
Hide it between your legs. At the count of two
Make sure that it does not fall: One
Open Sesame. Two
Loves have stepped into your kingdom.

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