So I have finally saved up enough money to 1) afford Comicon 2)afford Vividcon, and 3) buy myself a pair of MBT's (state of the art ergonomic sneakers) without going broke!

It's a relief to have some real walking shoes. I usually walk home after kung-fu lessons, and it's 1.6 miles on hard cement with a fairly steep downhill incline—that's a lot of shock for my joints to have to absorb. And that's not to mention all the walking I do going to class/running errands around downtown San Francisco on a regular basis.

The shoes are supposed to help take strain off your back as you walk. I do hope this proves to be true, as I have the tensest back muscles in creation. I once had a professional masseuse give me a poorly concealed horrified look.


I decided to celebrate my financial solvency with pie. Mmmmmm pie.

And a beautiful boy.

No, not like that. I just took him with me when I went for pie. I'm courting. Or something.

[to recap for those of you not on my music filter, I have a new jamming partner/friend—a fellow sculpture major at my art school]

It was his birthday, so I had a legitimate platonic excuse to purchase food for him. Apparently birthdays make him depressed. Who knows why. Maybe he's sekritly a sterotypical woman with "oh noes! one year older!" angst. It would explain the hair (by which I mean his long, flowing raven locks that he conditions with Paul Mitchell conditioner). Although I suppose the linebacker shoulders and slim manhips contradict that theory.

Oh God, he's so pretty. And single! And not gay! It's like he's a tulpa Lisa Kleypas willed into existence.


Oh, and I'm posting this instant messenger conversation here for posterity:
lierdumoa: you know I had the strangest dream last night that I was Marissa Cooper
permetaform: x.x
lierdumoa: and also Satan's granddaughter
permetaform: ...XD
lierdumoa: and I was running all over the countryside to get to this satan worshipping convent
after leaving Ryan Atwood at the beach to take the fall for killing his dead brother
whom I may or may not have drowned
permetaform: that's a...special dream
lierdumoa: it was kind of awesome
permetaform: llllllllllllllllllllol!
wow, special typo
tho appropriate
lierdumoa: the running was fun
it was, like, running with superpowers
so it felt more like flying than running
permetaform: well, satan's granddaughter an all that
yeah
lol
lierdumoa: superpowers included
permetaform: superpowers of EEEEEville

I mentioned I've been counting calories and doing health crap and such. I'm sure most of you don't care.

So I'm making a filter.

The filter will work like this. Once a week, I'll post a (rather exhaustive) list of the food I ate and its calories, along with a weekly average and [here is the part that might actually make this filter worth reading] one or two recipes for meals I prepared that I found to be particularly tasty.

If you want to be on this filter, leave a comment in this post.

I also have a music filter for music I write (I sing, play keyboard, and hopefully will be learning some guitar soon). I haven't posted much in it for a while, but I recently got a new jamming partner and finally figured out how to record things in garageband, so there should be more things to post over the course of the summer. Comment also if you'd like to be on that filter.


In other news.

If you like wearing belts, New York & Company is selling some nice ones for cheap: here.


I'll try to come up with something fannish to post soon. Sadly, for now it seems y'all are stuck with my RL blather.

So I've decided this summer shall be the summer of health.

I bought ingredients for making myself health smoothies. Soy milk, raw chocolate powder, raw organic honey, acai powder, icha inchi oil (high in omega-3's), etc. Other esoteric health nut stuff.

I am apparently allergic to one of these ingredients. I will be running experiments over the next few days to figure out precisely which one. I'm hoping it's the oil, because it tastes kind of nasty.

I missed a ton of kung fu classes due to finals, the flu, and my two week visit out of the country, so I'm doing 3 classes a week for the forseeable future to make up time (regularly 2 a week).

I've also been counting calories, which satisfies some deeply OCD portion of my psyche. I bought a scale, but I don't really have a specific weight goal in mind. I plan to stop losing weight when I reach the point where I can look at my stomach in the mirror and count individual abdominal muscles. I've always wanted sculpted abs, and now seems like a good time to try for them. The kung-fu is already improving my muscle definition.

The diet/exercise regimen is going really well so far. I'm at the point where my stomach's gotten used to smaller food portions, so I get full faster and I'm less inclined to overeat. I'm cooking for myself more, which I love to do. I'm only taking one class this summer, so I have more time to spend in the kitchen.

Speaking of cooking, here's a recipe for anyone who's interested:


Healthy French Toast (yes, you read that right)

1 large egg
1 1/2 tbsp whole milk
1/4 tsp garam masala*
2 slices Oroweat Whole Grain & Flax Bread
1 tbsp hazelnut oil**
5 large strawberries (fresh! they're in season now!)
1 tbsp water

Put the egg, milk, and garam masala in a bowl and mix thoroughly.

Pour hazelnut oil into a pan and set on a low heat.

Cut your strawberries into slices between 1/8 and 1/4 inch thick.

Dip bread slices in egg mixture until the entire surface of your bread is covered. You should have some egg mixture left over when you're done, which you can either save for later or throw away. (NOTE: cutting the crusts off your bread is a good way to drop a few calories; save them and make homemade croutons!). Flip bread slices over once they start to brown on the bottom.

Once both sides of bread are toasted, set them aside. Use a paper towel to wipe any excess oil out of the pan, then drop in your strawberry slices, along with your tbsp of water. Let the fruit simmer at low heat until it caramelizes. You'll have a delicious hot syrupy topping to pour over your toast without needing any syrup.

*Garam masala is a spice mixture that includes cardamum, nutmeg, mace, star anise, coriander, etc. I mainly use it when I'm cooking Indian food. Any Whole Foods should have it in their spice rack.

**Hazelnut oil isn't the healthiest oil out there, but it's cholesterol free, and a significant improvement on butter, not to mention deliciously fragrant. It's not the cheapest, but the price has gotten a lot more reasonable in recent years.

The calorie breakdown looks like this:

167 2 slices whole wheat bread with crusts removed (200 with crusts included)
67 egg + milk (you should end up only using about 3/4 of your egg mixture)
120 1 tbsp hazelnut oil
30 5 large strawberries

384 calories total


For a more filling meal, add a third slice of bread, use 2 tbsp of milk instead of 1 1/2, use an extra teaspoon of oil and add another strawberry.

250 3 slices whole wheat bread with crusts removed
94 egg + milk (this time you'll be using all)
160 1 1/3 tbsp hazelnut oil
36 6 large strawberries

540 calories total

The most hilarious thing happened on Saturday.

I was on the bus fairly close to home, talking to a friend. I decided to get off because the bus was too loud to hold a phone conversation and I was only about a mile away from my place. After walking for a while, a car came up behind me.

Obnoxious boy #1 yelled out the window that I was beautiful. I rolled my eyes, said a semi-sarcastic thanks and continued talking to my friend over the phone.

Obnoxious boy #2 asked me if my feet were tired (with the unspoken implication that he'll be willing to give me a ride, of course, pun intended). I said, "I'm good," and again went back to my conversation.

And then. A third voice arose. A female voice, saying "I am so sorry. I'm sooo sorry."

This I had to see. I turned towards the car so fast I almost gave myself whiplash, because what? These losers actually had a woman in the car with them? I saw this beautiful Asian girl in the front seat with the world's most wretchedly embarrassed expression on her face.

"It's okay," I told her, trying not to laugh. I figure she was trapped in the car with either her endearingly stupid male college friends or possibly her endearingly stupid male sibling and his friends.

This event, combined with the event which took place earlier on in the day, wherein a guy told me I had a cute laugh after I cackled gratingly into the phone during a separate phone conversation, leads me to conclude that my new hair cut has given me sex hair, and I look like a million bucks right now.


So. You know. WIN.

I managed to get almost all my clipping done while on vacation. Yay! I might actually finish my BSG vid in time after all! I probably won't be able to get it beta'd tho.

:(

I still need to clip most of season 3 and Razor. I've finished my audio editing and have a fairly solid idea of what needs to go where in the vid. This is one of the few vids I've made where I'm more worried that I'm going to run out of song than I am that I'll run out of footage.

I lost my flash drive in Trinidad, but it was time for an upgrade anyway. No great loss. I just picked up an 8 GB sandisk today. You know, after all the clothes shopping I've been doing, I'd forgotten what it feels like to walk out of a store and not feel robbed. With clothes shopping, one year later the same quality product is twice the price. With electronics, one year later the same price gets you twice the product.



Ah got mah hair did. Relaxed and trimmed for only what worked out to be only $37 in US money. Some pictures were taken, but I have to wait for my cousin to post them since it was off his camera.

Trinidad was a lot of fun. I wish I'd had time to go to the beach more than once. I'd somehow forgotten that the country is predominantly black. Most of my family, at least my mom's side of it, is lighter skinned. It was a very interesting experience to be a minority because of how fair my skin is, instead of how dark.

The food was amazing. Practically everyone in my family is an excellent cook. Which works out to be a ton of people. One of my aunts made this amazing crab and dumpling curry with coconut that I really want the recipe for. One of my uncles made cow heel, which I'd never had before, but it was succulent and delicious. I ate pasteles and callaloo and a few different kinds of curry and roti and Maracas Beach's famous bake and shark sandwich and a million other things I can't remember off the top of my head, but they were all delicious.

Sadly, I did not get to see my favorite uncle, but there was plenty of other family to make up for it. Probably the highlight of the trip was when my cousin (the one with the camera) and his ex girlfriend (with whom he is friendly because they have a child together) took me to watch the Trinidad & Tobago vs. Mexico football match (in a sports bar) and then clubbing and we danced into the wee hours of the morning.

I thankfully did not get eaten alive by mosquitos like I did the last time I visited. I got maybe 5 bites (as opposed to the 40+ I recieved last time—no, that is not an exaggeration).

It was good to be there, but it's good to be home. Oh, how I missed you, San Francisco weather.


The Proposal comes out in 6 Days!!!

Does it make me a bad fan that I'm more excited for this movie than any of the genre films that came out this summer? Not that I didn't love me some Star Trek, but oh my God, it's a Devil Wears Prada fanfic come to life! Now with added genderswap! And Betty White!


Note: Yes, I do rememer I said I was going to post a vid review. It's still going to happen. Probably later this week.

So. I'm leave the country Wed. to visit family. I'll be back in the Bay Area by the 16th.

I wrote an in depth vid analysis for keewick's vid—32. Yes, from last year's VVC. Yes, it took me nine months to finish. I blame classes for eating my life. It's over 2000 words of shameless gushing so I figured I should probably have a friend look it over for the sake of my dignity before posting it. Will probably have it up sometime before Wed.

I'm trying to make a BSG vid that spans the entire BSG series. I know all the scenes I want to vid. Unfortunately I don't remember which episodes their in. Hell, some of them I'm not even sure what season their in. Seasons 1 and 2 kind of blur together in my head. I'm seriously considering just going on vidding with a post full of extremely obnoxious questions like, "which episode had the whole Kara torturing Leoben and then putting her hand to the glass as he flew off into space." Then again, making a post like that would just give my whole vid away. I've yet to start clipping. It's due in a month so, suffice it to say, I make no promises.

I mean, there is a slim chance I'll pull it off. I made How Much Is That Geisha in the Window in, like, six days.

I'm also working on a Fight Club crack vid (somehow that phrasing seems redundant) which has a better chance of getting finished if only because I'm working with two hours of source and a two minute song.

And I might have an idea for an experimental vid, but I'll let that one be a surprise.


In RL:

I'm getting over the flu. 2nd time I've gotten sick this year. Less coughing than last time. More weird bowel movements, though.

I seriously need to stop buying clothes.

Seriously.


In conclusion:

I saw The Kills in concert last night. Alison Mosshart and Jamie Hince.

Oh god, so awesome. I had no idea what the band looked like, my only experience of them being a well loved bootlegged CD, and I can't tell you how the feminist in me cried for joy to see a mass of young girls swarming the floor to see a nearly six foot Amazon wearing non-revealing pants/boots/long sleeved (sequined!) jacket combo (and looking like sex on a stick) moan her way through one of the sexiest albums I've ever had the pleasure of stealing, rocking her hips to the beat like she was wearing an invisible strap-on and basically being a complete and utter goddess.

She looked like I imagine a young mistressace to have looked.

She did a cover of "I Put a Spell on You (And Now You're MIIIIIIIINE)." Seriously. Who does that?!?

And chainsmoked through the entire show.

And Hince was, like, her perfect musical soulmate. Hephaestion to her Emperor Alexander, only the fucking was a lot more metaphorical, in this case.

I was lucky enough to have arrived early, so got to be front and center. There was literally one person between me and the stage. At one point Alison Mosshart sat on the speaker at the edge of the stage, directly in front of me and leaned back over the crowd and one of my fingers briefly snagged on a tangle in her hair.

I got one of the posters that were being handed out at the end of the show. I think I shall have it mounted. On the wall, I mean. In a non-sexual way, I mean. Shut up, permetaform.

Sunday: I failed to make as much progress as I'd hoped on my completely insane bronze casting project that will most likely cause me to go flat broke because for some reason I decided bigger was better and forgot the small detail that bigger = more bronze to pay for = poverty.

Monday: I accidentally stabbed myself in the finger cutting cheese. I hit a vein. As in, that blue thing that wraps around the knuckle and is visible under the skin. On the bright side, I didn't hit an artery, so I didn't need stitches.

Tuesday: I ditched my animal sculpture class. Apparently I wasn't the only one, so I don't feel too bad about it.

Wednesday: I ditched my art history class because I couldn't stand another three hours of crusty old man failing to explain scientific concepts that aren't even relevant to the lesson he's supposed to be giving. He said, and I quote, "The speed of light is the only constant in the universe."

I ... WHAT?!? IT'S NOT EVEN A CONSTANT, LET ALONE THE ONLY ONE.

Thursday: I missed out on spending a fun night with fen to work on my bronze casting project, and ruined one of my favorite shirts with canola oil. Do not ask. I trudged home miserably only to discover I FORGOT MY KEYS and therefore could not get in my house.

I had to call up someone from the upstairs unit at one in the morning to let me in the building and then jimmy the lock to my unit with a nail file.

It was all very McGuyver.

Friday: I finished reading Merlin fandom.

No seriously.

I don't even know how that's possible. Clearly the fanfiction is too short. That, or I've ascended to a higher state of being, in which case I can only say that this new state of consciousness leaves much to be desired. For one thing, it needs more fic.

Saturday: I reopened the stab wound from Monday punching things at a kung-fu lesson.



But today is a new day, and this week is a new week, and when I opened up my e-mail this afternoon it was only to discover I AM COMING TO VIVIDCON, BITCHES.

ALL IS RIGHT WITH THE WORLD.

And on that note, I'm off to watch Michelle Rodriguez steal cars.

So I've been super busy with classes, which translates to me not having much time for any active fannish participation.

I'm still watching Supernatural and reading J2 RPS.

I am no longer into bandslash and due for a new layout, though y'all probably figured that out already.

I've just gotten into Leverage. When I finally get around to making my new lj layout, it'll have a Leverage theme.

I've also watched Merlin. Mainly because there's a pile of fic/vids/etc. for it and Leverage's fandom is tiny and unproductive. ::sadface::


I have a work in progress Supernatural vid, approx. halfway done. I have a million backburner vid ideas, including a Battlestar Galactica Kara Thrace vid I've wanted to make for ages but couldn't until the series was over, which it now is, yey! It's going to span the entire series. I have a fairly complete outline for it in my head, so if all goes well it will be my Vividcon premiere.

So technically I'm on the waitlist, but I'm only, like, #3, so I'm definitely coming.

So I've filled up almost half my timeline in Premiere. Well, assuming I don't decide to extend the intro, which I might do. I won't know until I've started putting clips down for it. I've finished the last verse+chorus, the second chorus, parts of the 2nd verse, and half the instrumental that falls between the first chorus and the second verse, which all adds up to just under a minute. The song is just over two minutes (again, assuming I don't decide to extend the intro).

I have two possible titles I'm trying to choose between for the vid. "No Rest for the Wicked" or "What Happens to a Dream Deferred?"


This week is field trip week. We're going to a horse farm for my animal sculpture class. We're going to the foundry for my bronze casting class. I <3 art school. Even though it means I have hardly any time for anything fannish.

So I'm, like, 1/3 of the way done with another Dean Winchester vid. It's going to have a lot of playing around with color, which is fun. I haven't really played around with color this much since two VividCon's ago (or three?). After my last Dean vid being all muddy and dark, it will be nice to make a vid that's bright and ... glaring? I mean, this is Dean we're talking about, so it's not going to be warm and uplifting.

Well, okay, it's going to be warm, in a sense. I think my exact words when describing it to permetaform were, "I want it to be hell colored."


I've been watching wistful_fever's Elemental a lot. Possibly too much considering the places my brain has been going to. I kind of want to use her music to make a horrendously spectacularly earnest Twilight LKBV. The song is "Stay" by Michelle Featherstone, though for the vid's sake I'd probably have to change the title to "Stalk."

I mean, there are actual shots in the movie Edward playing piano to go with the piano in the song. I could really stretch that out. That could be half the vid right there.

I figure either Fabella would get a kick out of it or I'd get stoned and exiled from the vidding community. Possibly both.



In other news:

Art school is kicking my ass. In a good way.

I started taking kung-fu lessons. Perhaps soon I might be able to kick back.

We made wax working tools for my bronze casting class by pounding steel rod into shapes more convenient for sculpting. Sharp edges for cutting curved surfaces for shaping, etc. It amuses me that this translates to me walking around with what are essentially a couple of shanks in my purse.



I have an echocardiogram next month because apparently my resting heartrate is 101 bpm. Which is weird. Since, you know, I eat pretty healthy and walk around a lot. Heart disease kind of runs in my family, though. So, like, cross your fingers for me or something. That would be cool.

:|

Also? It turns out I'm totally allergic to walnuts. I get a rash. On my face. Thankfully with my skin tone it doesn't show up to much, but still. It makes me sad, because walnut oil makes a bitchin' salad dressing, and smells amazing, and has omega-3 fatty acids, and is basically awesome.

And, well, since I went to the trouble of screencapping these:

( Ruby's BICEPS, OMG (and some partially nekkid Winchesters, you know, if you're into that sort of thing) )



I love my shows.

So I've started my latest vid project. SPN. Ruby. I'm having fun with the pitch shifter. It's this shiny tool that makes annoyingly high pitched singing voices less high pitched, and therefore less annoying. Just out of curiosity, I tried it on "Dirty Diana." And like magic, Michael Jackson became black again. And Shirley Temple turned into an eighth grade boy.

Yes, my music collection is large and varied. I know all the lyrics to "Hard Knock Life."




NEW SPN THIS WEEK. AM VERY EXCITED.




So I went to the movies last weekend. I think? I'm actually not sure what day of the week it was. I lose track when I'm not in class/working, which I'm not for the next two weeks.

My Top 10 Reasons Why The Twilight Movie Very Surprisingly Did Not Suck

#10 This movie is hilarious. I'm not just talking about myself, here. Apparently numerous theater patrons agree with me.

#9 The actors are good. The teenagers actually act/look like teenagers. The parents actually act/look like parents. The vampires actually act/look like eccentric rich people. I particularly liked Rathbone's performance. He somehow manages to have more personality than everyone else in the movie combined without any speaking lines whatsoever.

#8 The movie is well filmed/edited. It features one of the most effective montages I've seen in recent history.

#7 The music didn't suck! Only one ear bleeding song, and it didn't start up until the credits were rolling and I was able to escape the theater.

#6 There are lots of actors from racial minorities, and they have lots of dialogue. Which kind of makes up for all the Native Americans having exotically long, flowing, raven hair.

#5 The human boys with crushes on Bella are a lot less skeevy in the the movie than they are in the book. Which is to say, they accept rejection far more gracefully.

#4 The girl who has a fantastic rack is complimented on her fantastic rack by two other girls. The boys, meanwhile, are not actually onscreen enough to voice an opinion.

#3 It passes the Bechdel test.

#2 Only one female in the movie looks underfed, and she's not the lead.

#1 Although the movie features numerous deaths, there is only one kill shot. It is of a female vampire, who clearly has dance training, snapping the neck of a male sexual predator, in a ballet studio.

Title: Greener
Fandom: Supernatural
Character: Castiel; gen
Rating: G
Summary: The grass, among other things. Coda to 4.10 "Heaven and Hell."
A/N: Spat this out the other night. Figured I might as well post it.


Lucifer's sin was pride.

Angels cannot feel, not the way humans do. They cannot feel lust or understand the self-destructiveness that motivates a glutton. Most sins, the simpler sins, begin with a sensation, a feeling, a drive, but pride, that begins with an idea. Pride is the idea that there is something good in an individual, something beautiful, that cannot be attributed to the creator, that indeed exists in spite of the creator. Pride is denying the truth—that all grace is God's grace. Pride is a lie, the very first lie, Lucifer's lie.

Castiel has always considered himself safe from such folly. Pride is not his sin. And so he fancies himself sinless enough, in spite of his misgivings, his doubt. He has faith. He is not alone in that faith. He has Uriel.

He cannot feel loneliness anyway.

And Uriel is a rock. He would never turn his back on God, not even for Castiel. Not in the way that Sam would turn his back on God for Dean, or Dean for Sam. Castiel watches as Dean presses his lips to the lips of a fallen one, loving her, even as he betrays her. It is enough to make Castiel

...

think.

God shared his grace with the angels and shared his love with humanity. The grass is always greener, or so the humans say.

And envy, like pride, begins with an idea.

I mentioned in my last post that the Avatar fandom has organized a letter writing campaign regarding the casting problem.

My first inclination was to write an earnest and impassioned letter to Paramount explaining how offended and hurt I was. There might have been something in there about the children, and how we ought to think of them. But then I remembered how well that worked out for the "No on Prop. 8" campaign. If I recall correctly, it went something like this:

gay marriage initiative: Prohibiting gay marriage is unfair and wrong!
state of California: CRY MOAR, FAGS.

I decided to try a different tactic.

To Ms. Kennedy and Mr. Marshall:

I am writing to express my concerns regarding your upcoming film adaptation, The Last Airbender. After hearing of director M. Night Shyamalan's casting choices, I am frankly surprised that Paramount would have the oversight to let the lead characters, all of whom are clearly coded as non-white in the original animated series, be represented by white actors.

I appreciate that your main concern is the monetary success of this venture, and thus I feel it should be brought to your attention that the casting of Caucasian actors has alienated your audience. The fanbase is outraged at what they consider to be blatant racism. The very first Google hit for "avatar casting" is a firm rebuke from an entertainment website. Four of the top ten news results brought up with the same search term reflect similar sentiments. The comment thread for Entertainment Weekly's Dec. 9 web article has been spammed with swastikas. This kind of publicity could easily prove damaging not only for the film, but for the reputation of your production company.

Of course, I am not a publicist, nor any kind of marketing expert. Still, it is clear to me from these casting choices that Mr. Shyamalan simply does not understand his audience or his subject matter on a very fundamental level. As a fan of the series, it is saddens me to see this crisis of miscommunication between fans and creators.

Avatar is a series celebrated for its cultural awareness, its social insight, and its ethnic diversity. If the film can be made to reflect these same qualities, I've no doubt it will be as wildly successful as the cartoon upon which it is based.

Thank you for your consideration.

Sincerely,
[my real name]
[signature]

I will be including printouts of the referenced webpages in my letter.


Again, for information on the letter writing campaign, refer here.

AVATAR HAS BEEN WHITEWASHED.

Pass it on.


In case you were wondering, why yes I did join ohnotheydidnt for the sole purpose of making this post.


ETA: Letter writing campaign organized HERE. It's not set in stone yet, guys!

My brain is a terrible place. I saw this news article and now all I can hear in my head is the voice of Maggie Gyllenhaal breathily moaning "I'm your secretary" while masturbating in an office bathroom.

Note: I'm kind of amazed at myself for being able to correctly spell her last name from memory.


I wrote the worst paper in the history Art History. Luckily my instructor took pity and gave us all an extra week.

I have the money to buy the ergonomic shoes I've been coveting. Only the shoes I have right now are pretty good, and I have a million other worthwhile things I could also be spending that money on. Or I could put it in my savings account. In any case, I need to get it out of my checking account before it all gets spent on overpriced food because I took the time to make myself a lunch only to forget it in my fridge for the second day in a row.

I am so tired right now I'm strongly considering giving up some of my culinary pretention and actually buying pre-grated parmesan because it's the only kind they cell at the corner store near my house and shopping anywhere that will sell me a decent block of Reggiano requires at least a mile and a half of walking.

On the other hand I haven't been to a Whole Foods in so long I'm starting to miss stinky French cheese like the deserts miss the rain. Not that I need to be buying any when I'm five pounds away from being able to sit down in my tight jeans without losing circulation.


Supposedly there should be a paycheck in the mailbox when I get home today.

::crosses fingers::

Speaking of fingers, I stabbed myself in one with a kitchen knife this morning. God only knows what I'll do to myself in welding class tomorrow. Wish me luck! Or a swift death!


I'm currently poking at notes for an original novel whose characters are in my head sekritly being played by Jared Padalecki and Tricia Helfer. I haven't decided if they're going to end up fucking in it yet, tho. I mean, they should. Because that would be hot. But if it's not working in the story I'm not going to try to force it. Nobody likes pasted on subtext. I've got Eartha Kitt in there too. Try to bend your brain around that one. See if you do a better job of it than I'm doing. Seriously, I have, like, no work done on this thing and it was supposed to be a nanowrimo project. I am so made of fail. Clearly I need to not quit my day job where I'm a part-time nudist.

Yeah, I basically had no reason for writing this post.


ETA: After seeing several interviews on youtube it has become clear to me that Robert Pattinson hates Edward even more than Kristen Kreuk hated Lana. Which is probably more hate than any single person can handle without exploding. Then again, Robert Pattinson kind of seems like he might be on the verge of doing just that.

And seriously, if he did explode? SPARKLY VAMPIRE CONFETTI FOR EVERYONE!!1!

Yesterday my ecorche instructor told us a heartwarming tale in which he had said to his graduate figure sculpture class, "Happy Thanksgiving," and a Chinese student, in heavily accented broken English, responded, "What is Sexgiving?"

...

The BEST HOLIDAY EVER, clearly.

So, uh, I've been buried under a mountain of schoolwork. But my school locked all us poor art students out of the building for the weekend, so we're all enjoying a compulsory hiatus from our finals panic.


In fannish news, I've finally properly outlined my woman!Dean fic, and thus have determined with greater certainty that I am approximately 1/3 of the way done. It was a headache trying to work out the timeline. The story jumps around a lot.


I want to make a Sam vid to Nine Inch Nails' "Hurt" (yes, the original, not the Johnny Cash cover) only I can't decide whether I have enough of an arc to make it now or whether I should wait until the series is over. Granted, considering the speed at which I typically vid, I probably won't get to finish it until the series is over anyway.

I have these very strong visuals in my head juxtaposing Sam and Dean shoving each other into walls with the Sam and Ruby sex scene, set to the thumping bassline of the chorus. Also, evil!Sam. Also, teary eyed!Sam. And flashback sequences of happy moments. Flashback sequences.

It's basically about Sam turning into a wreck over his inability to save Dean. A pathetic wreck. I already have an unofficial title for the vid. It's called "crying and masturbating."

I'm pretty sure the vid's not going to be an LKBV, but it feels like I'm making one anyway simply due to the sheer quantity of shameless self-indulgence that's going into it. But then, I'm sure I've said before that the best vidding experiences are the ones that leave you feeling like you just got away with murder.



Happy Sexgiving, everybody! Eat well!

Me: WE WON!
My Dad: WE WON!
Me: WE WON!
My Dad: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!
My Dad: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!
My Dad: I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!
Me: You know, I told my friends, I want Obama to win because it means my Dad will stop being a cynic for five minutes.
My Dad: A what?
Me: A CYNIC!
My Dad: WHAT?
Me: CYNIC!
My Dad: OH. A CYNIC.
Me: Okay, that's all I called about. Bye.
My Dad: Okay, bye.

This is the best publicity Kenya is ever going to get ever.

ETA: My dad is not hard of hearing. We both had tv's on really loud in the background.