My Level of Random is Randomly High
Okay, my posts are usually pretty disjointed and free-flowing (in the writing bizness we call that "disorganized") but this one may yet set a record. Hence the numbered list, and ocaisional interjections from the editor (me).
1. I got a lemur. That is possibly the BEST LJ gift ever. I mean...LEMUR! Thank you, Anon! You made my day/month/year.
Also, the lemur has creepy finger-like toes (or toe-like fingers) and disturbing yellow eyes. Careful! He wants to raise your child as a vessel of Lucifer!*
*It's possible I've been watching too much Supernatural.
2. The couple on the stupid home design show met in Italy, and now they want to decorate their house in "old" colours like brown (?) and a shade called "dusky" red. I hate them.
3. The Mountie never called me back. :-( Maybe it was the awkward sex. Or perhaps he sensed that my interest in him was entirely superficial, since I was mainly using him for fannish research purposes. And a ride on a motorcycle. /is horribly shallow
4. My new mission: take in as many free awesome Ottawa highlights as I can in the next month. Thus far I've been to the Museum of Western Civilization (oooh, look, an exhibit on the significance of the horse in human culture! Yawn!) and the Diefenbunker, which is AMAZING and definitely worth a trip if you're ever up in this neck of the woods. It's a huge bomb shelter designed and built in the 1960s as a bolthole for the Canadian government should nuclear bombs ever rain down. The Diefenbunker (har har) cost $60-something million in 1960s-dollars to build, and features four levels of living quarters, offices, meeting rooms, medical facilities, and there's even a dental clinic and big recreation room/cafeteria. I just...words cannot convey the crazy on display, people. You can practically smell the paranoia. The entire facility has been preserved filled with era-appropriate furniture and displays, so it's both creepy AND educational. I'm not sure whether it was the five-foot thick blast doors or the Prime Minister's private quarters (and wow, were they ever shitty) but more than anything else, visiting the bunker really helped drive home the cold-war mentality of, "Okay, if everything went to shit, how would we survive and run the country?" The Canadian government's answer was, apparently, ping pong.
5. Supernatural. Can I just say, wow, the fic is both GREAT and AWFUL? I'm going to do a recs post in a bit, but right now I'm reading a J2 story wherein Jensen is a very broken porn star, and Jared is the hunk and former!stripper who loves him. I feel so dirtybadwrong reading the fic, but it's...well, it's one of those really long stories that is schmoopy and sappy and there is a lot of angst and porn (along with some unfortunate dangling modifiers) and I feel vaguely guilty reading it, because a) it's RPS of the most explicit and potentially offensive kind (the boys are porn stars. Really kinky ones, too!) and b) it's, well, about J2 being porn stars! I would normally make fun of that kind of thing, but right now it's exactly what I want to be reading.
Also, this AR story, In Shadow, where John Winchester was arrested, Dean and Sam went to separate foster homes, and Dean went through Much Anguish And Suffering before being reunited with his brother. It's not Wincest, or underage fic, or anything of that nature, but it does feature some fairly brutal descriptions of sexual abuse/exploitation of a minor. The writing could maybe be a little stronger in places, but I admire the author's ability to treat the subject realistically and with some sense of the dimensions of that particular form of tragedy.
Writing-wise, I am unable to actually author anything in this fandom. I keep trying to do these really loooooong AUs and stories where Dean and Castiel have, like, tea. And debate metaphysics. There is no sex. Who would ever want to read those kind of stories? Even the show has more subtextual sexin' and dramatic tension.
6. I did buy a book to try and jump-start my own original fic. It promises some creative exercises to get the creative juices flowing. One exercise suggested I write about the time I first heard about sex, and another said to start a story with, "Two people come out of a building" and create a scene from there. Not bad ideas, really, but I can't seem to commit the mental energy to starting anything that doesn't involve blasphemous or vaguely illegal slash pairings.
7. The countdown to my internship is beginning, and right now I'm weighing my options. New York is still on the table, but the immigration issues might sink things before I even get a real offer. And the Blindness Organization of Power and Influence has made me a pretty good offer to live and work in northern Canada for 3 years. So...that's my choice. Greatest city in the world, or my old hometown in northern BC. I just. You ever feel like you're the butt of some cosmic joke? I worked so hard to get out of that place. I dreamed about it for years. I've always wanted to live somewhere amazing like New York, someplace that was much bigger than myself. And now...well, practically, the salary really isn't enough, and my family is in BC, and I know the territory, and they really need someone there with my skills and training. Think of all those poor blind Canadian kids! Who will help them if I'm off living my big-city dream and moving steadily into personal bankruptcy? Think of the children!
...so that's where I'm at right now. Well, at least now I have a LEMUR. *hugs lemur to self*
P.S: Does anyone wanna see pictures of the Diefenbunker? I got some pretty awesome snapshots. And a button (same one my grandma has had for years) that says, "You can't hug your children with nuclear arms." Ho-ho.
1. I got a lemur. That is possibly the BEST LJ gift ever. I mean...LEMUR! Thank you, Anon! You made my day/month/year.
Also, the lemur has creepy finger-like toes (or toe-like fingers) and disturbing yellow eyes. Careful! He wants to raise your child as a vessel of Lucifer!*
*It's possible I've been watching too much Supernatural.
2. The couple on the stupid home design show met in Italy, and now they want to decorate their house in "old" colours like brown (?) and a shade called "dusky" red. I hate them.
3. The Mountie never called me back. :-( Maybe it was the awkward sex. Or perhaps he sensed that my interest in him was entirely superficial, since I was mainly using him for fannish research purposes. And a ride on a motorcycle. /is horribly shallow
4. My new mission: take in as many free awesome Ottawa highlights as I can in the next month. Thus far I've been to the Museum of Western Civilization (oooh, look, an exhibit on the significance of the horse in human culture! Yawn!) and the Diefenbunker, which is AMAZING and definitely worth a trip if you're ever up in this neck of the woods. It's a huge bomb shelter designed and built in the 1960s as a bolthole for the Canadian government should nuclear bombs ever rain down. The Diefenbunker (har har) cost $60-something million in 1960s-dollars to build, and features four levels of living quarters, offices, meeting rooms, medical facilities, and there's even a dental clinic and big recreation room/cafeteria. I just...words cannot convey the crazy on display, people. You can practically smell the paranoia. The entire facility has been preserved filled with era-appropriate furniture and displays, so it's both creepy AND educational. I'm not sure whether it was the five-foot thick blast doors or the Prime Minister's private quarters (and wow, were they ever shitty) but more than anything else, visiting the bunker really helped drive home the cold-war mentality of, "Okay, if everything went to shit, how would we survive and run the country?" The Canadian government's answer was, apparently, ping pong.
5. Supernatural. Can I just say, wow, the fic is both GREAT and AWFUL? I'm going to do a recs post in a bit, but right now I'm reading a J2 story wherein Jensen is a very broken porn star, and Jared is the hunk and former!stripper who loves him. I feel so dirtybadwrong reading the fic, but it's...well, it's one of those really long stories that is schmoopy and sappy and there is a lot of angst and porn (along with some unfortunate dangling modifiers) and I feel vaguely guilty reading it, because a) it's RPS of the most explicit and potentially offensive kind (the boys are porn stars. Really kinky ones, too!) and b) it's, well, about J2 being porn stars! I would normally make fun of that kind of thing, but right now it's exactly what I want to be reading.
Also, this AR story, In Shadow, where John Winchester was arrested, Dean and Sam went to separate foster homes, and Dean went through Much Anguish And Suffering before being reunited with his brother. It's not Wincest, or underage fic, or anything of that nature, but it does feature some fairly brutal descriptions of sexual abuse/exploitation of a minor. The writing could maybe be a little stronger in places, but I admire the author's ability to treat the subject realistically and with some sense of the dimensions of that particular form of tragedy.
Writing-wise, I am unable to actually author anything in this fandom. I keep trying to do these really loooooong AUs and stories where Dean and Castiel have, like, tea. And debate metaphysics. There is no sex. Who would ever want to read those kind of stories? Even the show has more subtextual sexin' and dramatic tension.
6. I did buy a book to try and jump-start my own original fic. It promises some creative exercises to get the creative juices flowing. One exercise suggested I write about the time I first heard about sex, and another said to start a story with, "Two people come out of a building" and create a scene from there. Not bad ideas, really, but I can't seem to commit the mental energy to starting anything that doesn't involve blasphemous or vaguely illegal slash pairings.
7. The countdown to my internship is beginning, and right now I'm weighing my options. New York is still on the table, but the immigration issues might sink things before I even get a real offer. And the Blindness Organization of Power and Influence has made me a pretty good offer to live and work in northern Canada for 3 years. So...that's my choice. Greatest city in the world, or my old hometown in northern BC. I just. You ever feel like you're the butt of some cosmic joke? I worked so hard to get out of that place. I dreamed about it for years. I've always wanted to live somewhere amazing like New York, someplace that was much bigger than myself. And now...well, practically, the salary really isn't enough, and my family is in BC, and I know the territory, and they really need someone there with my skills and training. Think of all those poor blind Canadian kids! Who will help them if I'm off living my big-city dream and moving steadily into personal bankruptcy? Think of the children!
...so that's where I'm at right now. Well, at least now I have a LEMUR. *hugs lemur to self*
P.S: Does anyone wanna see pictures of the Diefenbunker? I got some pretty awesome snapshots. And a button (same one my grandma has had for years) that says, "You can't hug your children with nuclear arms." Ho-ho.