Oops. July happened. Got eaten alive by Russian (it ends this week; that went by super fast! but also THANK YOU SMALL GODS I AM READY TO SAY ДО СВЕДАНЯ TO THIS GROUP), am slowly emerging, will make a post soon featuring writing feels and future Canadian travelogues and how being able to watch Globe productions on my computer is great and also ( Read more... )

I am no longer a student of political theory. I do not think it is physically possible to be happier than I am that I am no longer a student of political theory. I went to get pudding with yon_lougawou after my final and kept grinning manically about it. I am no longer a student of political theory! Hobbes can eat me, basically.

Meanwhile I have been mostly ( Read more... )

Making a proper entry (what is life? baby don't hurt me, don't hurt me no more) (fairly accurate, honestly, as it's the midst of finals ALSO SORRY BUT I'M GOING TO TALK YOUR EAR OFF ABOUT THE LAST EP OF THAT FAIRYTALE SHOW, LOLLLLL HELP), but til then? A meme. I quite like this one.

Tell me about a story I haven't written, and I'll give you between ( Read more... )

If I made Cinderella, the audience would immediately be looking for a body in the coach.
- Alfred Hitchcock

When I write a story, what do you immediately look for?

Predictability blog, etc.

Guess what, tomorrow A Dance With Dragons is in my life and I die. Wait no-this has a fair chance of being the book in which I won't die, for reasons of lackoLannisters. Which doesn't mean I'm not going to tear through it and relish every bit; it just means I'm less apt to forget to breathe. Which is, I think, a form of objective good.

Guess what, I ( Read more... )

Was up until 4 writing about Russian spies, fucked up reservations in Paris, sun currently trying to melt an inappropriately black dress into skin, feel like am going to die. Not in a bad mood, per se, just on the brink of physical collapse. Would sell soul for a Bellini even now in the afternoon, am procuring more coffee instead, have broken shame ( Read more... )

I'm compiling books like a bandit for a rec/not-rec list, as I've been reading a ridiculous amount these days. Went jaunting through paranormal YA today and fear I've reawoken the savage dodgy-demonology beast; and just as I thought I'd calmed it! Fuck. (Might've had an epiphany, though. Might've run down a flight of stone steps very dramatically ( Read more... )

So. Read House of M, had a mild nervous breakdown of amazing at 3 in the morning, and have since caught up with the world of comics re. the kids I care about. Am I good or am I good? ( EVERYTHING THAT MATTERS IS MAXIMOFFS. )

Oh sweet Jesus I just saw the worst production of Streetcar Named Desire: deconstructed and experimental and set in Blanche's psyche and EXTRAORDINARILY OBVIOUS IN ALL POSSIBLE WAYS. Awkward nontouching giggly pseudosaucy tango between Blanche and Mitch with Blanche purring "Whitmannnnn...Poe" into his face and flicking him with a red carnation?  ( Read more... )

Stealing from all over the flist!

Pick  six of my icons and/or six of my interests and I will talk about them. Then put this on your journal and do the same!

Do this while I write up my fic commentaries. (No, I didn't forget about that meme. I've just been flaky and talking about Lannisters all the time! Ramblier post will be up tomorrow. Ramblier- ( Read more... )