matches coming

Mar. 26th, 2017 07:34 pm
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[community profile] fkficfest matches will start emailing as soon as I post this.

I'm sorry; it really did take this long. I went to mass and a movie this weekend, and I read the newspapers and did weekly chores, but I didn't paint or hunt pokemon or read novels or watch TV. I just moved "reader" and "writer" slips of paper around on my table for hours on end.

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Mar. 26th, 2017 09:44 pm
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So I tried an experiment to see if it was possible to make a Howl's Moving Castle book vid using Howl's Moving Castle movie footage. Results: ???

(Results mostly that I need to get better at figuring out how to change targeted colors in Adobe Premiere, let's just pretend it's fine.)

Title: In Which Sophie Expresses Her Feelings In The Absence Of Weedkiller
Music: "You're A Cad," The Bird and the Bee

Download link


Mar. 27th, 2017 01:23 am
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Posted by kidmarathon

{American Horror Story}
-Running Away With the Circus?Baby_Fangirl Misty Day/Cordelia Foxx **Off LJ Links**

{Devil Wears Prada}
- Some Kind of Miracle by pure_ecstasy6 - Miranda/Andy .
-Chapter 12-13 of Infidelityemeraldorchids Miranda/Andy **Off LJ Links**
-Chapter 6 of Double Trouble IIITheRealJLRules Miranda/Andy, Emily/Serena **Off LJ Links**

-Eighteen Months is a Long Timejustkindawriting Alex Danvers/Maggie Sawyer **Off LJ Links**
-"The things I haven't told you" "Won't ever stop us"nicky0074 Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor **Off LJ Links**
- Chapter 6 of Even Heroes Have the Right to Bleed by geekgrrllurking -Kara Danvers/Alex Danvers .

- darker than the bottom of the ocean by doctorkaitlyn -Bedelia Du Maurier/Freddie Lounds .
-Chapter 12 of NaturalMolly G Alana/Margot. **Off LJ Links**

{Holby City}
-Chapter 83 of Life After UkraineGolddevil Serena Campbell/Bernie Wolfe **Off LJ Links**

{Hunger Games}
-Dance With Me, BrainlessOwnedByHarleyQuinn OwnedByHarleyQuinn **Off LJ Links**

{Joss Verse}
-A Walk On The Wild Sidesteeleye Faith/Willow **Off LJ Links**
- Differential by brutti_ma_buoni - Jheira/Anne (Chanterelle).
-finding my reprievekwritten Cordelia Chase/Jheira **Off LJ Links**
-Chapter 11 of ON OCCASIONMad_Hamlet Willow/Buffy **Off LJ Links**
-Chapter 12 of She Who Was My LoveForgotten Conscience Faith/Buffy, Willow/Glory
-Chapter 2 of Prom Queen No Morelesbian_killers Buffy/Faith **Off LJ Links**

{Once Upon A Time}
- Thong Trouble by reinadefuego -Emma/Regina .

{Matthew Reilly}
- Douglas Adams Was Right by reinadefuego -Elizabeth Gant/Gena Newman .

- Fruition by doctorkaitlyn - Betty/Veronica, Josie/Cheryl .

{RPF Sports}
-Perfectthundercatsarego Tobin Heath/Christen Press **Off LJ Links**
-I Have What You NeedKHL92391 Ashlyn Harris/Ally Kreiger *Off LJ Links**

- Grooming by punk4life1315 -Isabelle/Lydia .

- In The Present by katleept - Kitty/Rachel.
- A New Level of Intimacy by katleept -Kitty/Rachel .

and then it was march

Mar. 26th, 2017 07:14 pm
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I'd always heard people say that time seems to move faster as one gets older.  Looks like that's true.  I'm not saying that it's a good or a bad thing - it just is.

Life continues, with all of its manifest miscellany.  This week, that involves being sick (for the second weekend in a month, which doesn't seem fair) and also being flat-out gleeful about the demise of the AHCA on Friday.  We'll see what comes next, but I will take victories wherever I find them right now, and that was a nice one.  No question.

Work also continues, though it feels slightly less frenetic than all of last year and half of the year before.  I'm sure there will be a small avalanche of things to come in the near future, but right now, in this moment, I'm enjoying the few minutes of breathing space.  I'm also actively contemplating a few options for fairly significant change within the next year or so.  It's time.  Probably past time, to be honest, but that's okay.

My dad's 80th birthday is coming up next month.  My sister came up with the idea of doing a big get-together for him; I'm helping, but I'm not going to be traveling there for it.  I'm okay with that, I think. Frankly, until I got her on the phone to talk about it, I was certain that he was going to hate the very idea of such a celebration - he usually does, or at least he has for about the last four decades.  She convinced me that it was different this time, and the ideas she has are sound ones, and she's taking on the majority of the planning, so -- fine.  I hope it goes well, and I'll help as I can.  If circumstances were different, I might try to move heaven and earth to be there. Maybe.  But as it turns out, I have several sets of plans of my own for that week and weekend, involving multiple people and multiple events, and I ... don't want to.  I feel a little weird about saying that, but -- it's true. And so, I'm going to make a quiet stand of my own against long-established social obligation, as it were.  Not that anyone will notice but me, but right now, that's what matters.

I don't think I'll regret it.  I don't.  And I'm going to Skype in, so there's that.  Three cheers for technology.

Anyway.  I took a break from doing stuff to do this, and I should probably get back to the other for the moment.  It's all part of changing old habits and developing new ones.

HC Bingo March Amnesty Challenge

Mar. 26th, 2017 01:51 pm
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This time, we have to do a recs challenge. I got the prompts job-related trauma, depression, and stalkers. I decided to add some self-recs there as well just because I found some stuff in there that might fit the prompt.

Recs under cut. )

Logan and Maxida Marak

Mar. 26th, 2017 09:19 pm
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This time of year is kind of like New Year's for auditors. I've actually been talking about my new year's resolutions at work, even though it's March. Um...happy Nowruz?

One of them is to actually post. I still write LJ posts, my head. And never get around to actually typing them. I also want to put more of my photo albums into photo books, and I love adding email and lj posts for flavor, so I'm falling down a nostalgia hole that's reminding me that I do enjoy reading my own posts, at least, even if no one else does. So!

Two random things make a post.

1) Saw Logan. A++. spoilers )

2) I am continuously on a new music discovery voyage, and man, I found something incredible. Maxida Marak and the Downhill Bluegrass Band. Marak is a Sami singer (the indigenous people of northern Sweden). The collaboration with the bluegrass band seems to be a one-off, which is a shame, because the album "Mountain Songs and Other Stories" is flawless. It includes fantistic covers of "Darling Corey" and "You'll Never Leave Harlan Alive," as well as traditional Sami songs with bluegrass arrangements. If you are a fan of bluegrass at all, check it out.
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It's been a long week. Have some seventy-three-year-old escapism. It worked for me.

I watched On Approval (1944) because it was on TCM and I had Clive Brook on the brain after rewatching Josef von Sternberg's Underworld (1927) last week; I am recommending it because it turned out to be one of the funniest and oddest movies I have seen of its era, Busby Berkeley and the Archers included. I can make it sound relatively normal if I describe it as an acrid comedy of misalliance in the tradition of Noël Coward and Oscar Wilde, all good lines and bad behavior—when a rich, exacting widow engages her titled but impoverished suitor for a month of platonic trial marriage in a remote cottage in the Highlands, the cross-purpose arrivals of their respective best friends throw the experiment hopelessly awry and everybody gets, if not what they wanted when they arrived, then at least what they deserve by the time they leave. You will get a much more accurate idea of the experience of actually watching this thing if I mention up front the parodic use of stock footage, the fallible, interactive narrator, the surrealist dream sequences, and the rampant fourth-wall-breaking. The film opens with a deafening montage of ripped-from-the-newsreels warfare—dogfights, depth charges, incendiaries, anti-aircraft guns, all of which the doughty newsreader's tones of Gaumont's own E.V.H. Emmett survey more in sorrow than in anger. Nostalgically, he attempts to encourage the narrative back to the halcyon tranquility of the pre-war years, only to discover a riot of jitterbugging teenagers zooming around on motorcycles, mashing in the back seats of motorcars, and littering in the parks; in order to get away from this "age of speed and noise so much like war you hardly notice the difference," he's forced to hopscotch back over World War I and the Edwardians before relaxing at last into fulsome praise of the late Victorian era, its gentility, its restraint, and especially its gender roles. "Women were women and they didn't forget it!" However much the narrator may blather on about the virtues of the shy, modest Victorian maiden as opposed to that deadly assertive creature the modern girl, however, the camera is slyly on the side of the women, showing them smiling stiffly at the fatuous attentions of their menfolk and gritting their teeth through afternoons of needlepoint and piano. The film's very premise puts the lie to the submissive myth of the angel in the house, as the narrator will discover when he follows some of the ladies to a night out at the theater. They are going to see the "terribly daring" new play On Approval; in the pages of the program a sharp-eyed viewer may discern photographs of the film's principals in character. The narrator perks up: "Perhaps we're going to find out just why they were called the Naughty Nineties." If he has a hat, you hope he's hanging on to it. He has no idea what he's in for.

On Approval was Brook's last major work in film—he would appear in a handful of TV parts in the '50's and an all-star-cast cameo in 1963—and it is a hell of a swan song as such. He not only directed but co-produced the film with Sydney Box, co-wrote the screenplay with Terence Young, and co-starred with Roland Culver, Googie Withers, and Beatrice Lillie.1 The cast are uniformly excellent and look like they are having a blast, performing their archetypes at just the right pitches of satire or relatability. Lillie's Maria Wislack is a diamond-cut distillation of imperious, icy snippiness who can give as good as she gets with acid-tongued roués like Brook's George, ninth tenth Duke of Bristol, but has perhaps a little more difficulty judging the effect on her tender-hearted intended; that's Culver's Richard Halton, who has the weak-chinned good-sportingness of a Freddy Eynsford-Hill and trims his moustache to the strains of "Ta-ra-ra-boom-de-ay" and has trouble telling whisky from soda, though he can distinguish the color of a woman's eyes. Withers doesn't bother pretending to an American accent as Helen Hale, the pickle magnate's daughter who's renting Bristol House for the duration of the London season; she starts out luminously attentive to her rakish, penniless host, who seems to her the height of British sophistication, but there's steel under her sweetness and those dewy eyes can conceal amused resolve as well as suppressed tears. Brook himself as George reminded me unexpectedly of Alan Rickman, with whom he shares a saturnine deadpan and the ability to say flamboyantly cynical things while barely opening his mouth, as if the object of his insults were hardly worth the enunciation. He could go toe-to-toe with Lord Henry Wotton for world-weary epigrams and has a habit of interesting himself unstoppably in the affairs of his friends, especially when they don't want him to. He does not get all the best lines. It is only partly his fault that everyone ends up at Maria's cottage near Kyle of Lochalsh with no servants willing to wait on them and only a dinghy to get them on or off the island, after which the Highland weather promptly goes down the drain in solidarity with the help and the quartet's interactions take on the ominous chemistry of vinegar and baking soda. I was prepared for the movie to go all sorts of places after the prologue and generally it did, but I did not expect it to give me flashforwards to Bruce Robinson's Withnail & I (1987)—as the rain plinks merrily through the fifteen different leaks in the roof and they only have fourteen pots and bowls to catch it in, George buttoned to the chin in an extraordinary plaid overcoat slumps against the kitchen wall and moans, "My stomach is cold, my head is hot, my arteries are hardening—only alcohol will get me on the train." I had just time to think "I must have some booze. I demand to have some booze!" before Richard replied briskly and unsympathetically, "Nonsense. Never again will I raise a finger. Besides, you shouldn't have drunk all the cooking sherry," and then we had to pause the film so that I could explain to [ profile] derspatchel that I was laughing because George was just lucky they didn't have Ronsonol lying around in the 1890's. I also admit that while I watched this movie for Brook, I didn't expect to see quite as much of him as I did thanks to one scene which finds him indolently knees-up in a too-small bathtub with only some suds and a well-placed sponge to preserve the innocence of the British Board of Film Censors. God knows how this picture was even released in the U.S. Nine-tenths of the itchy, twangy tension in this film would dissolve at once if anyone just had sex, but the platonic terms of the trial—and the laws of comedy—preclude it, so everyone sublimates furiously into dialogue as fast and sharp and innuendo-riding as screwball. Or, in Helen's case, just murmurs sweetly into Richard's ear: "Tell her to go to Hell."

As with Charles Laughton and The Night of the Hunter (1955), I can't believe Brook never directed anything else. He has an incredible sense of what works on film and how far he can push the theatricality of both the action and the camerawork. I named Wilde and Coward as influences, but more than anything else On Approval made me think of movies from the 1960's when Richard Lester was throwing every cinematographic absurdity at the screen that would stick. It's not enough to reflect the increasing claustrophobia and dissatisfaction of the passing weeks in the characters' dialogue or manner; we get a hectic montage of creaking oarlocks, clattering dishes, and Maria striking over and over the opening chords of a song that goes "I'm just seventeen and I've never been—" until we're afraid to find out just what she's never. All two-person conversations are cross-cut with their opposite numbers, breaking down apparent lines of alliance or showing up supposed matches to devastating contrast. A pair of intercut nightmares include a talking moose head and a balletic passage in hilariously pretentious slo-mo which then undercranks itself à la Benny Hill to catch up. The narrator is behind the eight-ball to the last, mixing up the details of his characters' lives and receiving from them the amusement he deserves:

"Tell me, Duke, how did you lose your money?"
"Yes, I know; I mean your big money."
"Big women!"

Brook and Young adapted the screenplay from Frederick Lonsdale's 1926 stage hit of the same name; TCM tells me it was Brook's idea to translate the action from the Roaring Twenties to the Victorian era, on the theory that the racy premise would be even funnier in a more famously repressed age. I think not only was he right in terms of immediate payoff, the spoofing effect of a lavish period setting—costumes by Cecil Beaton—with a satirically modern sensibility is one of the reasons On Approval hasn't dated at all, because not many people were pulling that kind of stunt in 1944. You could double-feature it with Bryan Forbes' The Wrong Box (1966), is what I think I'm saying. I applauded the ending gag at home, in my own office, because I had never seen anything like it outside of the photography of Angus McBean. Plus the story remains both funny and clever about its battle-of-the-sexes tropes in ways that hold up in the era of third- and fourth-wave feminism, which I suspect is even more unusual than being visually ahead of one's time. I regret that I cannot point everyone toward instant gratification on YouTube, but it looks as though the film may be available on Blu-Ray and has streamed on Amazon in the past. Grab it if you see it in a library sale. This social experiment brought to you by my not at all straitlaced backers at Patreon.

1. Despite a five-decade career on stage, Lillie made only seven feature films, of which the best are considered the silent Exit Smiling (1926) and On Approval. One of the others is Thoroughly Modern Millie (1967), which is where I turned out to have seen her and about which I feel very awkward.

2. I've seen this kind of imploding narrator in one other movie from the '40's, Leslie Howard's The Gentle Sex (1943). If anyone knows of other examples, I'd love to hear about them.

Medical stuff

Mar. 26th, 2017 07:13 pm
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1. A couple of years ago, I developed a shrimp allergy exactly like my mother's: we eat the shrimp, the shrimp comes back up that night. Okay, fine, I won't eat shrimp. Similar to pistachios: 6 years ago, I was happily eating pistachios, until one day I ended up with a couple hives on my tongue, so no more pistachios. Annoying, but fine.

Then, twice this month, I've eaten at restaurants that serve shrimp, and ended up with a milder version of my shrimp symptoms. Once was when I was in Nashville. I can only figure I consumed trace amounts of shrimp. Probably not food poisoning: I've had food poisoning, twice, and it was waaay worse than my shrimp symptoms. And my 'ate at restaurants' symptoms were in turn milder than my shrimp symptoms. So I'm guessing that's what it was. Also, getting mild food poisoned at two different restaurants (one Mexican, one Indian) in one month has got to be pretty unlikely.

So now I can't eat at restaurants?! Or rather, I can, but it's Russian roulette with my digestive system. It's not like the pistachios, where if I keep eating them I expect it will get worse and worse until my throat swells up and I die. And I haven't had *any* issues with pistachio cross-contamination in 6 years, so until further notice, I'm not carrying an epipen or anything.

But now this shrimp allergy is starting to affect my ability to eat other things! It's one of those situation where I could probably tell the server I had food allergies, but they can't promise there'll be no cross-contamination (the first restaurant at which this happened actually had a sign saying they do their best but they can't make guarantees).

Anyway, I have a doctor's appointment on Thursday, and I may mention it, although I doubt they can do anything but test me and get confirmation.

The good news is that I have experimented with other shellfish and seem to be fine. It's just the shrimp.

2) I have a doctor's appointment on Thursday because my back has plateaued, and my attempts to compensate have been leading to problems with other muscles: shoulder, neck, upper arm, side, upper chest. I would like a referral to an orthopedist.

3) The most important medical news is, 6 months after I last took birth control, I can safely say I have had exactly zero migraines. Hallelujah, they were a side effect and not some random new form of torture my body decided to inflict on me once a month! I have been holding out on saying this with any kind of confidence in case my body decided we were going to go a couple months without one, as it often did. But I think we're safe.

No more migraines! Hysterectomies rule!

Check-In – Day 26

Mar. 26th, 2017 07:05 pm
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In the beginning, there was —

Well, this isn't the beginning, really. We've been at this for a while. Hello, hello! Good to be back as your host again for the last week of the month. What have you been doing?

— Thinking. Maybe a little, maybe a lot.
— Writing.
— Planning and / or researching.
— Editing.
— Sending things to the beta.
— Posting!
— Relaxing, taking a break, etc.
— Other stuff-ing. Look at the comment.

And a good question for a Sunday: What are you gearing up to do with your writing as the new week begins (and the end of the month approaches)? How are those goals looking at this point?

WiFi Range Extenders for free...

Mar. 26th, 2017 06:15 pm
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Hi guys!

I've got two perfectly good 4 port range extenders that are free to a new home if anyone would like to have them. Both of them work great, we just don't need them any more. They're wireless, we used them for adding in wired stuff like DVD players, our ROKU, the cable box, etc. They also extend your WIFI in your home if you have any dead spots, or poor signal, once you pair them with your existing router.

Here are their specs if you'd like to read up about them:

NETGEAR N600 Desktop WiFi Range Extender WN2500RP:

D-Link DAP-1522 Xtreme N Duo Wireless Bridge/Access Point:

Just let me know if you'd like to have one, or both of them. :)


Chapter 53: Complicate

Mar. 26th, 2017 01:35 pm
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 In which Ben recuperates after Ziost, and Yana/Snoke begins on the corruption thing again.


Disclaimer: I own nothing. 

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