Things
We were supposed to be going into town today for a heart thing for Emma, but she slept badly and hurt her neck, so we are going in tomorrow for a doctor's appointment and the heart thing has been moved to next week.
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I made date and banana and pecan loaf yesterday, because we have so many frozen bananas to use, it's ridiculous. When the prices were high the other year because of the cyclone, we got in the habit of buying a bunch whenever they were cheaper, and I hadn't realised how many were in the chest freezer until I dug through it last month. We won't take too long to use them now that I've moved them to a reachable place, but still. I do not have room for about a dozen and a half bananas in my prized freezer storage space.
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I think I have found a title, or at least, a source for a title for my genderswap fic. I had the hint of a line going through my head all morning, and I googled, and it's from Streets of Philadelphia by Bruce Springsteen, which is one of my favourite songs from the early nineties. I know the subject matter is different, but the tone is right; it's about loneliness and disenfranchisement, and there's a bunch of lines about body image that really work. There's also sort of a lament from the singer, asking a friend if they'll stick with them, or if they'll decide to go separate ways, and that works with the growing but tentative trust and friendship between Steve and Tony that threads through the story, so I'm happy. Hopefully the line I've got my eye on for the title will be ambiguous enough to not cause reader confusion, given that the song was written for the film Philadelphia, which is about a discrimination case centred on a gay man living with HIV/AIDS, not someone transgendered.
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The custom stylesheets for my fic and personal journals are borked. I've done some poking, and all I can figure is that the creator had decided to delete the CSS files from her server, or there's a problem with the file host. I've sent the creator a PM. No reply as yet, I'll give it a week. If I haven't heard by then, I might have to look for a new style, which really pisses me off, I liked the style I had. It was nice on my eyes, uncluttered and simple. Finding one I like as much is going to be a pain in the arse.
EDIT: Recs of the day:
if this is home by
Siria
Steve keeps waking up in the wrong place.
Quite literally, Steve falls asleep in 2013, and wakes up in 1948, apparently married to Peggy. And then he wakes up again in 2013. And so on. For a while, he thinks he's dreaming, and then, he's sure he isn't. There is science, two different Starks, and a gentlly written, if not strictly gentle, het pairing at the centre of it all that I really connected with.
The Last Love Song of Anthony E. Stark by
jibrailis
After contracting an Asgardian virus, Tony starts forgetting things. And people. And Steve.
The interest factor in the story for me came from the fact that it's told from Tony's perspective; you're seeing his attempts to make sense of the world around him as his coherence starts to fade. Even more confusing for him, is the fact that most of the story is based in Asgard - and not the shining cities, but vast tracts of wilderness and wilds, with scattered settlements, icy tundra and frightening foes. Furthermore, their guide is Loki, which adds an interesting element to the tension, given that he's trusted by none of the rest of them, and may well be undertaking the quest to further his own intricate machinations.
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I made date and banana and pecan loaf yesterday, because we have so many frozen bananas to use, it's ridiculous. When the prices were high the other year because of the cyclone, we got in the habit of buying a bunch whenever they were cheaper, and I hadn't realised how many were in the chest freezer until I dug through it last month. We won't take too long to use them now that I've moved them to a reachable place, but still. I do not have room for about a dozen and a half bananas in my prized freezer storage space.
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I think I have found a title, or at least, a source for a title for my genderswap fic. I had the hint of a line going through my head all morning, and I googled, and it's from Streets of Philadelphia by Bruce Springsteen, which is one of my favourite songs from the early nineties. I know the subject matter is different, but the tone is right; it's about loneliness and disenfranchisement, and there's a bunch of lines about body image that really work. There's also sort of a lament from the singer, asking a friend if they'll stick with them, or if they'll decide to go separate ways, and that works with the growing but tentative trust and friendship between Steve and Tony that threads through the story, so I'm happy. Hopefully the line I've got my eye on for the title will be ambiguous enough to not cause reader confusion, given that the song was written for the film Philadelphia, which is about a discrimination case centred on a gay man living with HIV/AIDS, not someone transgendered.
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The custom stylesheets for my fic and personal journals are borked. I've done some poking, and all I can figure is that the creator had decided to delete the CSS files from her server, or there's a problem with the file host. I've sent the creator a PM. No reply as yet, I'll give it a week. If I haven't heard by then, I might have to look for a new style, which really pisses me off, I liked the style I had. It was nice on my eyes, uncluttered and simple. Finding one I like as much is going to be a pain in the arse.
EDIT: Recs of the day:
if this is home by
Siria
Steve keeps waking up in the wrong place.
Quite literally, Steve falls asleep in 2013, and wakes up in 1948, apparently married to Peggy. And then he wakes up again in 2013. And so on. For a while, he thinks he's dreaming, and then, he's sure he isn't. There is science, two different Starks, and a gentlly written, if not strictly gentle, het pairing at the centre of it all that I really connected with.
The Last Love Song of Anthony E. Stark by
jibrailis
After contracting an Asgardian virus, Tony starts forgetting things. And people. And Steve.
The interest factor in the story for me came from the fact that it's told from Tony's perspective; you're seeing his attempts to make sense of the world around him as his coherence starts to fade. Even more confusing for him, is the fact that most of the story is based in Asgard - and not the shining cities, but vast tracts of wilderness and wilds, with scattered settlements, icy tundra and frightening foes. Furthermore, their guide is Loki, which adds an interesting element to the tension, given that he's trusted by none of the rest of them, and may well be undertaking the quest to further his own intricate machinations.
This entry was originally posted at http://iamshadow.dreamwidth.org/380495.html. Please comment there using OpenID.