betwixt and between
* Stuff from Tumblr, because I continually fail at realizing I'm not supposed to post in-depth anything there:
The practical magic of food safety and also condiments. I've been prattling on about food and food safety and 'best by/use by' dates a fair bit over there. I don't think I'm saying anything profound, but I also occasionally underestimate the degree of my food nerdism. I'm third-generation food service and between that and some of the oddities of my personal history, I've got a reasonable handle on what can be eaten versus what actually needs to get chucked. Which means my knowledge is occasionally esoteric because I have experience with government commercial food inspection regulations, a superb knowledge of ethnic ingredients, and also "we go to the supermarket twice a year and so this is what is in the house and there is no money to buy anything else; is this edible?" and yet giant gaps between that. Or why I have to ask people what actually is in pumpkin spice.
It started as a question about the RDJ stans and the fallout from CA:CW and ended up with me realizing a few paragraphs in that I was still very angry at the MCU. I want back into the MCU, I really do.
* Writing progress, which is Stargate right now for better or for worse. I have, THIRTEEN YEARS after starting, figured out how things shake out in the Milky Way vis-a-vis the Ori. I know! SG-1 Ladies are representing, Daniel's his usual self, there's a USS Jack O'Neill, and none of this is actually relevant to how I have to figure out what happens in Qui Habitat. Where there is a 5k words chunk of fic that moved from the end of QH21 to the end of QH23 and just got bumped again to QH25 because Cam Mitchell's got too much else to do. I've changed the introductory transitional paragraph three times.
I've been writing this story as-new since QH19 and it's essentially been a long string of OFCs being introduced and I don't think I'm necessarily over the ingrained Fear of the OFC that everyone my fannish generation has, for better or for worse, but it's part of a broader correction. Someone (I am sorry because you're probably reading this) mentioned in a story comment about how SGA fic used to be a bit of a sausage factory and the ladies were grossly underrepresented. I was as guilty of that as anyone with far less excuse -- I wasn't writing John/Rodney, I was writing genfic.... featuring an all-male cast of original characters. So now that I'm going back and have liberated myself from both S4-5 canon as well as the strictures I set for myself... bring on the badass dames. I sometimes wonder if I'm driving readers away with the OFC tidal wave, then I remember this story has six people reading it and they're probably ride-or-die at this point. :) Also posted at DW.
The practical magic of food safety and also condiments. I've been prattling on about food and food safety and 'best by/use by' dates a fair bit over there. I don't think I'm saying anything profound, but I also occasionally underestimate the degree of my food nerdism. I'm third-generation food service and between that and some of the oddities of my personal history, I've got a reasonable handle on what can be eaten versus what actually needs to get chucked. Which means my knowledge is occasionally esoteric because I have experience with government commercial food inspection regulations, a superb knowledge of ethnic ingredients, and also "we go to the supermarket twice a year and so this is what is in the house and there is no money to buy anything else; is this edible?" and yet giant gaps between that. Or why I have to ask people what actually is in pumpkin spice.
It started as a question about the RDJ stans and the fallout from CA:CW and ended up with me realizing a few paragraphs in that I was still very angry at the MCU. I want back into the MCU, I really do.
* Writing progress, which is Stargate right now for better or for worse. I have, THIRTEEN YEARS after starting, figured out how things shake out in the Milky Way vis-a-vis the Ori. I know! SG-1 Ladies are representing, Daniel's his usual self, there's a USS Jack O'Neill, and none of this is actually relevant to how I have to figure out what happens in Qui Habitat. Where there is a 5k words chunk of fic that moved from the end of QH21 to the end of QH23 and just got bumped again to QH25 because Cam Mitchell's got too much else to do. I've changed the introductory transitional paragraph three times.
I've been writing this story as-new since QH19 and it's essentially been a long string of OFCs being introduced and I don't think I'm necessarily over the ingrained Fear of the OFC that everyone my fannish generation has, for better or for worse, but it's part of a broader correction. Someone (I am sorry because you're probably reading this) mentioned in a story comment about how SGA fic used to be a bit of a sausage factory and the ladies were grossly underrepresented. I was as guilty of that as anyone with far less excuse -- I wasn't writing John/Rodney, I was writing genfic.... featuring an all-male cast of original characters. So now that I'm going back and have liberated myself from both S4-5 canon as well as the strictures I set for myself... bring on the badass dames. I sometimes wonder if I'm driving readers away with the OFC tidal wave, then I remember this story has six people reading it and they're probably ride-or-die at this point. :) Also posted at DW.