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1x07 was not a flawless episode, but it contained some of the smartest moves I've seen on television in a long time. The last time a show that effectively set up a relationship/central tension that could've fueled a season, then exploded it because there were more interesting things to do, I was watching The Wire.

Also, all my ethnic pride is clamoring for Saul to have a BAMF episode. Seriously.

I am genuinely excited by this show.

 Sidecar Comedy, an outfit co-masterminded by a guy I lived with in college, has made a rap out of the unquenchable ire that comes from watching nerdy things you loved unreasonably getting screwed up by the people who make money off of them 



I laughed my ass off. Also, I think this should be in every dictionary as the definition of "first world problems."

 If AO3 if an accurate indication, we have somehow gone through nearly ten years of Yuletide without anyone requesting Sappho. How on Earth did we all miss this? Somebody, please, tell me I'm wrong -- I did a tag search and couldn't find a single thing in the archive. 

Out of curiosity, if I decamped from my overly long hiatus and threw a queer* authors/poets throughout the ages challenge, would any of you be interested in participating?


* Yes, yes, wildly historically anachronistic term. It's Friday, I got a hyphen, two slashes, and several words in to trying to come up with a better one, and then my head started to hurt and I gave up. 

Does anyone reading this journal speak Farsi or Mandarin?

I've got the seeds of an original writing project that's going to use the occasional word or phrase in each of those languages. I'll be doing my own research (both lingual and cultural) as much as possible, but it'd be useful to be able to send over the occasional batch of sentences to make sure I've got appropriate words and names in context. Also, I'd really love to know whether I'm mentally pronouncing my characters' names right. *chagrin*

If I successfully turn this from idea to substance, I may post again in the future looking for Persian/Iranian or Han-Chinese cultural betas, but that's far off and offering up lingual spot-checks by no means volunteers you for any other duties. 

Thanks as always, internets!

Explanatory notes: ( No, that is really not its name. )

Why is this story (probably) abandoned? ( A couple reasons. )

What's the excerpt? ( This is from the middle of the 7,000 words I'd written, picking up directly after Castiel's slapped with the baseball bat of mortality (metaphorically speaking) in the middle of a job. )

Excerpt:

In the car, Dean thumbs the buttons of his cell phone and cranes his neck around as he throws the car into reverse. The passenger seat jostles and tilts under Castiel as they retreat off the grooved dirt road and make a hard turn to the south. Sam's taken the back, an aberration from their usual custom. Castiel can't determine if it's a gesture of consideration, or if Sam's trying to keep him in his line of sight.

"Rufus," Dean says. "Listen, we've got kind of a thing happening -- uh, I'm not real sure, but we were in the middle of a job and now we've gotta bail. Indiana -- there's a pissed-off pioneer mixing it up with the Culver Military Academy. Think some stupid kid must've raided a grave or something -- who knows, probably some kinda hazing ritual. Chamber of Commerce has the old graveyards on the historic register. I'm calling in that favor. What? Yeah, sure, whatever." He thumbs the phone off again and shoves it back into his pocket with an eye-roll. "Jackass. See if I come running to stop him from committing mass murder next time."

( Gee, Bobby, I dunno. I hear there's an apocalypse coming, might be good if when it gets here, our pet angel's not declawed.  )

 

Hi guys! I'm not dead, nor incapacitated, nor in the bottom of a hole. It's been several months of life where my energy has mostly gone into a number of relationships, new and old, of different kinds, more travel and visitors than is usual for me, lots of cooking, and my job, which I continue to love. Places my energy has not been mostly going:

1. Exercising.
2. Maintaining a clean house.
3. Half-completed home improvement tasks.
4. Visual art.
5. Writing.

I'm hoping to start turning things around on points #1-5, though I recognize the stupidity of trying to tackle all five full-throttle at once. Writing is definitely high on the list. As part of trying to get motivated on the WIP I do want to finish, as well as starting new projects, I'm declaring it Take Your WIP to Class Day, and I'm going to post chunks of stories that I think I'm probably not going to finish (or that will take massive rewriting to be viable due to excessive Jossing). These are pretty long excerpts, so I'm going to give them their own posts to lessen confusion, and trust that after hearing not word one from me for about six months, y'all won't fire me for a minor posting flurry. Plus, it's a great way to kill time at an airport (where I currently am) waiting for a delayed flight (which I'm currently doing). Previous time-killing activity was a strip club, buuuuuuut that's a different story entirely. 

Anyway, look for two or three posts to follow this one over the next few days. As those of you who've been reading this journal since my SGA days know, stated intention to abandon a WIP is not necessarily reliable (see, uh, all 30k-odd words of Unidentified). Cheerleading, affectionate jeering, and constructive criticism are always welcome.

If I could travel in time, I would go back, slap this comic onto the chest of so many people I've gotten into long debates with, and then just walk contentedly off.

I really just want to signal-boost this, because I love podfic. If you do, please go give the readers some love, because they are amazing and deserve it. (FYI that the DW version has different artists signing up, so remember to check both!) Also, for those who don't listen to podfic often or widely, here's an idea: go read the love threads as a way to find new podfic artists to check out at the Audiofic Archive!

My thread, should you want to find it, is here.


And to all you podficcers out there: I love you all. I have never felt closer to you all or more grateful to be in fandom than when I click on my iPod and you start murmuring to me over my headphones, telling me all your favorite stories. You've gotten me through hard days, made me burst out laughing or flush red in public places, made me linger over household chores, and filled my days with countless hours of gratitude and delight. Thank you all so much.

So, if you haven't caught on to this, one of my favorite things about betaing is that it means I get my hands on the good stuff FIRST. Yet again, this policy has worked out well for me. And thus I suggest you-all haul ass back to LJLand and go read A Passage That Sings, brand spankin' new Trek Reboot RPS by the ever-phenomenal dorkorific (who you may remember from other things like, uh, Shoebox Project). I spent most of the time reading this story alternately laughing in a very loud and unsubtle way, turned on, and cringing at the extent to which I may or may not identify with her Zach Quinto. On which note, her Zach Quinto, omg, is the best and the bitchiest thing ever, and I keep wanting to apologize to her Chris on his behalf. Also, Karl Urban and Simon Pegg getting into it over Kelis is worth the price of admission alone.