I keep having urges to start sweaters which, oh god, no, self. If you really want to work on an endless yarn project why not get back to the Celestarium? Which I might do tonight along with some Prison Break, but still, oh hell no. Work down the queue. Especially the five plus two projects for the boy as a softer yarn experiment seven things you have in the pipe. No sweaters right now. Please. Don't be ridiculous. You only have two hands and they can only be used so much and besides it's craft fair season, you're going to be tired as hell.
There, now the two boyfriend ones have also been added to my queue so I remember what the hell I was meaning to do after I finished things here.
(Only 4k. But the punch line was done, albeit somewhat clumsily, and the poor bastard is getting turned into a recurring character and introduced to so much anime.)
Stuff is happening in the comics world that, apart from making me glad I no longer collect from the Big Two, is reminding me how fucked up my body image was as a teen pretty much solely due to comics. I thought I should be all cool looking like the X-kids in the comics, and these were really ... sexy teenagers. I had issues. I hated how I looked because I didn't look like them. Granted, this had about as much effect on my life and my eating habits as it does now (hah my sense of physical self and esteem thereof is utterly disconnected from my eating habits) but still. And even more so when a teenager and full of emotions! and hormones! and other things like that! And I just. Nngh. Can we not do that to teens these days. I know we didn't used to think about such things but we are now, and can we not.
Plus side, this is making me want to draw my Nerd Girls, which I might actually do this time. We'll see how well this ends up, I don't entirely trust it. Or my drawing ability, heh. But this time I have the ability to look for references, so hopefully it'll turn out well.
Deutschkind introduced me to Sakamichi no Apollon the other night. That was... weird, but also kind of cute and full of jazz, which made me happy. And then we all introduced ourselves to Shannara, which turned into a huge snarkfest because the only one of us who had read the books had done so ages ago and so none of us had any idea what was going on. We came out of it deciding that Manu Bennett and John Rhys Davies had been lovers, should totally kiss, Will is a goober who should not be the protag, Chosen One and wosserwhoever the other girl is, the blonde, are lesbian bondage girlfriends, and the rest of the men are by and large almost interchangeable. Or at least we couldn't distinguish them one from the other. Still, I'm actually looking forward to Thursday snarkwatching of it. I don't think I'll read the books because the parts that probably translate to text don't interest me, but everyone is very pretty and very active which is encouraging me to be active and practice capoeira at home, which is good, and I'm developing an unreasonable fixation on Manu Bennett. Sadly I've also already seen all of Spartacus, all of his chunk of Arrow, and I think Shannara is the only major thing that's left. Sadface. Manu Bennett be in more things I can access.
I call this a laundry basket. Keiki and Humuhumu claim they are in a boat.
They are sitting in a
That oblong of white plastic contains multitudes. Do not constraint its identity as above.
Spotted in the street this evening: somebody walking their ferret. Awwww, cute ferret. Aaaargh, ferret-walking hipsters taking over the neighbourhood.
I don't think I have ever managed to be fashionably late to any event unless there was a transport crisis.
Book launch held in turn of the century hall of institution for educating the lower orders, now embedded within a post-92 university. A dado (?dado; or would it count as above the dado?) of murals illustrating (I presume) great episodes from English history of some relevance to the location. The only one I could make the slightest guess at was the one with, surely that must be EIR? The one with a cat in the corner did not otherwise recall Dick Whittington.
As a result of the foregoing, I may have revived a 'Research This' Thing I have been thinking about for several years now, which impinges upon the general ballpark of my scholarly interests, but Not [Quite] My Period and probably requiring getting up to speed on a load of peripheral matters for that reason. On another paw, for Other Reasons it has a certain relevance.
Which I appreciate figuring out now rather than in a month when finals are looming.
So, in undergrad I did mostly humanities courses, which required a lot of reading and analyzing the material. I've been trying to use that way of thinking for school now, but I realized today that that's not quite what I need to focus on. Memorizing and analyzing the cases is not the point right now. The point is understanding how the cases come to their conclusions and the rules of law that I'm going to have to know about. So if I skim a case in order to understand how it fits in to the theme we're discussing, that's okay. I don't need to spend hours just reading the cases.
I'm hoping this thought will help me keep on track with the big picture of what I need to know for school instead of memorizing the details. Because wow have I missed a lot of details...
"The United Nations celebrated Wonder Woman's 75th birthday on Friday by naming the comic book character as its new Honorary Ambassador for the Empowerment of Woman and Girls, despite frustration from both inside and outside the world organization that the spot should go to a real — and less sexualized — woman."
Full story here.
Remember the letter-writer back in March who felt aimless and unsure about how to figure out a career path? Here’s the update.
I know it’s been a while since my post was published, but I thought I’d give everyone an update about my life.
First, thank you so much for your advice and for the advice of everyone who commented. It feels a little silly to me now, but I didn’t know that this angst was a common thing for so many people! Most of my friends are the sort who knew exactly what they wanted to do with their lives since they were in utero, and it was so refreshing to hear that not everyone has it all figured out, and that it’s OKAY not to have everything figured out. I have spent the last six months mostly trying to chill out.
As for my job, I took your advice and started asking people in my department if they needed assistance on projects or teams. No surprise here, they did! In the time since you posted my question I have learned so many different facets of library work from my regular admin duties, including things like library marketing, library instruction, patron services, cataloging, etc. and I decided that…I really like it. I also started talking to a few senior staff members about what made them decide to be librarians, what they think makes a good one, what they think of the field (the list goes on). I had some time to mull this all over while we waited for my fiances job offer to finalize, and I realized that I might actually already be on my career path (something about hindsight being 20/20).
So, I’ve found another paraprofessional job at a library in our new town and I’m putting my feelers out towards a MLIS program nearby (I’m considering Fall 2017). However, I’m still leaving my possibilities open, should some other job come along and sweep me off my feet.
Thanks again for the support and great advice! I felt much better about the whole situation after I read your post and all the comments.
In a first, mouse eggs grown from skin cells
Pets at work may help atmosphere - but bring their own risks
5,000 years ago, rodents were apparently considered food in part of Europe
In fume-choked Kochi, a solar rickshaw glides to the rescue
Monkeys are seen making stone flakes so humans are 'not unique' after all
How the World’s Biggest Costume Maker Cracked Halloween
The unexpected answer to the biggest mystery of the American Revolution
New room found at San Jose's Winchester Mystery House
Autism Speaks No Longer Seeking Cure (So they say. I'll reserve judgment.)
Scientists get their first look into how bacteria construct a slimy biofilm fortress
Trump? Clinton? Many young Americans prefer giant meteor, poll finds
Teaching Seventh Graders in a ‘Total Mess’ of an Election Season
Fearless teacher helps children of Albania's blood feuds
Kids Are Tiny, Judgmental Snobs When It Comes to Morality
The U.S. recess predicament: Extraordinary photos of what we can learn from play in other parts of the world
Success Spoils a U.S. Program to Round Up Wild Horses
Voter Suppression Is a Much Bigger Problem Than Voter Fraud
Interview With a Woman Who Recently Had an Abortion at 32 Weeks
When Mom is in prison
In Philippine drug war, a family struggles to stay safe
The white flight of Derek Black
A lot more kids killed in gun accidents than gov't says, study finds
In terms of the game itself, here are some newsbits that might be of interest:
• Nests have migrated again.
• Pokémon no longer spawn if you're going over 30mph. While this is meant to deter playing while driving, it also inadvertantly penalizes people who play while riding as passengers or take public transportation. I believe you can still spin pokestops, but please correct me if I'm wrong.
Aside from that...
How was your week in PokeGo?!
I'm still trying to recover from the cold/flu thing, so I haven't had much energy to do anything other than work.
Anyway, here are links to some of the interesting things I read on the web this week, sorted into various topic areas.
Links of the Week
Why I Was a Teenage Hoarder. “only some compulsive hoarding is comprised of the need to acquire; many hoarders are driven only by the need to retain.”
"They Were Taken Alive, We Want Them Back Alive!" (Artists for Empathy, Part 2).
This Week in Restoring Our Faith in Humanity
City says liens against Pulse nightclub property will be nixed.
This week in mildly unnerving
Hospital Ward Gripped by Mysterious Hallucinations Quarantined After Five Fall Ill.
This week in Comments, Trolls, and Wankers
A third of pro-Trump tweets are generated by bots.
Twitter's troll problem likely killed Disney's bid.
Anti-Semitic Posts, Many From Trump Supporters, Surge on Twitter.
This Week in Difficult to Classify
The white flight of Derek Black: one man's journey out of White Supremacy.
Voices From Wells Fargo: ‘I Thought I Was Having a Heart Attack’.
News for queers and our allies:
The most important gay rights case since marriage equality was won.
LBGT Students Are Not Safe at School.
New survey finds more U.S. cities protecting LGBTQ rights.
MICHELLE VISAGE HELPS GAY TEEN FIND SHELTER AFTER HE WAS KICKED OUT OF PARENTS’ HOUSE.
Hillary Clinton: “It is important that we not reverse marriage equality”.
Thousands of Men to Be Pardoned for Gay Sex, Once a Crime in Britain.
The Gay Film That Survived the Nazis Is Premiering in NYC.
5 Ways to Deal With a Psychopath.
A possible ninth planet may be the reason for a tilt in our solar system.
Radio galaxies: the mysterious, secretive “beasts” of the Universe.
Biggest map of giant voids and clusters in the universe solves major cosmological puzzle.
'Extremely rare' ancient swordfish fossils unearthed in outback Queensland.
Science Fiction, Fantasy and Speculation!
Mary W. Shelley: Life After the Monster.
GeekGirlCon Seattle 2016.
This week in Writing
Ann Leckie: On Blacklisting.
This Week in Tech
Samsung Issues Takedown On Video Of Grand Theft Auto 5 Mod Turning Galaxy Note 7 Into A Weapon.
Samsung sets up airport kiosks for last-minute Galaxy Note 7 exchanges.
7 LESSONS FROM SAMSUNG’S GALAXY NOTE 7 CRISIS.
This Week in Inclusion
There were enough women outlaws in the old west to justify an entire nonfiction comic series.
This week in Topics Most People Can't Be Rational About
First criminal case filed from Washington state's two year old background check law.
Culture war news:
After Pulse, coalition wants to drive change on gun laws.
GOP State Lawmakers Sign Brief Opposing Same-Sex Benefits.
Outrageous! Felony Charges Given to Journalist Filming Anti-Pipeline Protest.
How Trump Took Hate Groups Mainstream.
Louisiana attorney general wins court victory in fight against gay rights order.
Memo For The NY Times - The US Has Inequality, Not Child Poverty.
‘Calm down, dear’: how bishops talk down to gay people – by leading bishop.
Hyperpartisan Facebook Pages Are Publishing False And Misleading Information At An Alarming Rate.
This Week Regarding the Lying Liar:
Burning Down the House.
How Trump's Casino Bankruptcies Screwed His Workers out of Millions in Retirement Saving.
Trump Incorrectly Blames Clinton Campaign For Rally Violence.
Hillary Clinton’s 3 debate performances left the Trump campaign in ruins.
This week in Politics:
‘Rigged?’ Western PA Republican circulates fake meme about online voting in PA.
Miami Herald recommends Patrick Murphy for U.S. Senate.
Inequality Defines the American Election.
Why Was There No LGBT Question in the Debates?
RNC Warns Against Poll Watching, Citing Decades-Old Court Decree.
The American Public Overwhelmingly Sides with Clinton over Trump on Immigration Policy and Politics.
This Week in Racism
How Interracial Romance 'Loving' Became the Most Relevant Movie This Election Season. Ruth Negga and Joel Edgerton star in the true-life story of Richard and Mildred Loving, a Virginia couple arrested in 1958 for marrying.
New report details Trump-inspired surge in anti-Semitism.
This Week in Hate Crimes
'Walking while trans' can be a death sentence in the U.S..
This Week in Misogyny
The silver lining of Trump's misogyny? More men are decrying his ways.
'I refuse to be victimized anymore': Former WA first lady on sexual harassment.
2016’S MANIFEST MISOGYNY.
Think It’s #NotAllMen? These 4 Facts Prove You’re Just Plain Wrong.
Bhumibol, a King of the People, Leaves Them to the Generals.
Things I wrote:
Amazing and heart-wrenching: Cracked explains this election so accurately it hurts.
Judging or policing, or maybe just taking note.
False dichotomies: talking weather, mostly.
Trust the reader to keep up.
Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2 Sneak Peek:
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BAD HOMBRES, NASTY WOMEN (ft. "Weird Al" Yankovic):
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Cher: I Got You Bae:
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Pretty sure I'm doomed. And that this does mean I need to get as much done NOW as possible to keep myself surviving the winter. (Use the humidifier at night, save spoons for getting ready for bed, eat well, try to get to school from 10am-5pm so that I have long stretches of time to focus on assignments...)
I really need a plan for the rest of the semester, and I'm not sure how to go about doing that. Oh well, it's only my first semester, I've been out of school for a few years, and I didn't have a plan for school when I was in undergrad, either. As long as I survive this semester, that's what really matters to me.
xkcd is a web comic with a minimalistic style and exceptionally wide-ranging content. Its comics tend to be just a few panels with a gag built in, and often with a computer, science or nerdy theme (and sometimes they are really obscure, I'd be surprised if there was anyone out there who has "got" every xkcd joke without some googling) however there are many many exceptions to that format from comics where the gag is only apparent from the "alt text" that pops up when you hover your mouse over the comic image to comics that are stories, games or serious infographics.
A representative sample:
Probably my favourite straight gag comic
Movie Narrative Charts:
An infographic showing the interactions of groups of people over time in several popular blockbuster movies
Time - Time was an animated story that updated slowly over nearly 6 months. I'm fairly sure when this first appeared I saw only the first frame, assumed it was an xkcd joke I didn't get and moved on, only to discover later that it was telling a story. The link her goes not to xkcd (which now only displays the final few frames of the animation) but to a separate site which lets you play the animation at the speed of your choice.
Hoverboard: Hoverboard appears to be a fairly simple, collect the coins game. By the time this appeared I was fairly wise to some of the tricks xkcd plays and so realised it was possible to escape from the initial simple space into a much larger world. It must be said I explored it a little and then moved on, but G. saw me doing it and she explored the whole game thoroughly managing to collect all but one of the coins.
He used to be frighteningly thin, but I know someone else is feeding him.
Been too long since I posted anything, but I thought I should share this since the artist I commissioned recently finished it, and I an desperate to get some feed back on my writing/story telling skills.
Be warn, there are a few grammar errors, but what do you expect from a low budget fan-commissioned comic?
( Fan comic under the cut )
The Aberfan disaster was the catastrophic collapse of a colliery spoil tip in the Welsh village of Aberfan, near Merthyr Tydfil, that killed 116 children and 28 adults on 21 October 1966. The collapse was caused by the build-up of water in the accumulated rock and shale tip, which suddenly slid downhill in the form of slurry.[...]
More than 1.4 million cubic feet (40,000 cu metres) of debris covered a section of the village in minutes. The classrooms at Pantglas Junior School were immediately inundated; young children and teachers died from impact or suffocation. Many noted the poignancy of the situation: if the disaster had struck a few minutes earlier, the children would not have been in their classrooms, and if it had struck a few hours later, they would have left for the half-term holiday.
A reader writes:
My boss and I have a standing weekly check-in where she is supposed to call my cell phone (she works remotely). Occasionally, she will just not call in to the meeting. At first I would ask to reschedule, but after this happening several times I eventually accepted that she just will sometimes not make it for that meeting. She didn’t call in this past week but the next day emailed me saying I needed to be better about keeping our check-in. I apologized and asked if maybe the time scheduled on our calendars just wasn’t a good/convenient time for her. She said it was and that she had called me at the scheduled time and left me a voicemail.
Except that she didn’t. At least I’m almost positive she didn’t. I don’t have any missed calls or voicemails from her and I sat by my phone the entire time. I also sit next to the sales phone so if she couldn’t reach my cell, she would typically dial that but that didn’t ring or receive any messages. I haven’t responded to her last email since I’m not sure if mentioning I didn’t receive a voicemail would come across as accusatory. Do I respond at all? If so, what should I say? Am I being crazy? Is there some way she could have recorded a message and I just wouldn’t have received it?
I answer this question — and four others — over at Inc. today, where I’m revisiting letters that have been buried in the archives here from years ago (and sometimes updating/expanding my answers to them). You can read it here.
Other questions I’m answering there today include:
- My boss has one foot out the door and is constantly complaining
- Can my employer require me to use English when talking to coworkers?
- I loaned a coworker money and she won’t pay me back
- Can I bring notes into a job interview?
It's been ages since I've been to Whedonesque (it does still exist, right?) but the old schadenfreude-loving Buffy fan in me wants to make some popcorn and go see if anyone's posted the interview there yet... ;)
And just yesterday I was feeling all nostalgic for the good old times
eta After I posted this, I though: "Damn, it's been ages since I watched Buffy, I should really rewatch it" and then I remembered that I just rewatched it last year...
- It's Friday. I have rarely been so glad to see the end of a work week arrive.
- I'm writing this from the coffee shop down the street from my house. In theory, I officially have the right to work from home on Fridays now (agreed in my annual review, before everything else flew apart). At the same time, I also need to be at the university on Fridays for a separate project. Right now I'm trying to do a morning-afternoon split; if the lead at the U. approves, I'm going to keep that up, I think.
- Mom has successfully been transferred to the skilled nursing facility for rehab following her hip replacement on Monday. Yay!
- I started the process of filing a new claim with her LTC insurance company only to have them tell me that they couldn't do an official assessment and move forward in the determination process until she was back at home, AND that the benefit only covers care in the home, not help with things like going to church or to doctor's appointments. As I know that this is a BS interpretation of a specific policy line (because it wasn't an issue before), I told them we'd be discussing again once we got to that point, finished the paperwork, and hung up with plans, because...
- ...as of January 1, I am enrolled in my workplace's legal consultation program. Unlimited amount of lawyer access, for under $10/month. I will be working with them to file appropriate things, early and often. Maybe it's starting from a confrontational place, but that's okay. Being professional and polite hasn't worked with this company in the past. Now I will be professional, polite, and litigious.
- Homeowner's insurance will pay for brick repair. Yay! Now I just have to confirm with a contractor.
- Neighbor's roofing guy may be overstating amount of roof damage. Also, his proposed solution for part of things may actually not be compliant with city code, according to contractor consultant I've been speaking with. This will be interesting.
- Successfully submitted my grant application on Monday. Yay!
- Have a shopping trip scheduled with a style consultant for tomorrow. Possibly yay? We'll see how it goes.
- I desperately need a nap. Or an entire day to do nothing. Maybe Sunday.
When the cleaning lady came, Scott and I went into the bedroom with our laptops. We had the door open and were watching The Daily Show, but the cleaning lady ended up not telling us when she was ready to leave, so I didn’t get a chance to pay her. I don’t like that.
Scott and Cordelia ended up going out to buy some new ink cartridges for the printer because Cordelia needed to print something in color for her homework. I have no idea what kids who don’t have color printers— or printers at all— are supposed to do.
Then I remember that the overhead fluorescents are not actually over head but off to one side. I don't notice because I'm right up next to the big window, and normally the ambient sun makes up the balance. But between the autumn cloud-cover and the later sunrises, it's suddenly a bit of an issue.
Sunreturn may have a solid physical meaning for me this year, in addition to the symbolic.
Lots of good cloud on the mountains this morning. I'm going to miss the view from the tower after we move. Worth it, though.
"I did not anticipate this." Regine glared at the notes in front of her as if they were personally responsible for her current predicament.
"You should have." Laurel Valerian was pulling no punches today. "It's what you wanted, after all."
"This - this violence is not what I wanted!" Regine frowned at the notes again. They'd had no fewer than four instances where students had come far too close to being expelled - and in one case, the only reason that nobody had been expelled had been that the boy hadn't been trying to kill anyone. He'd left them hung upside-down in full view of a camera, but the story his victim was telling was that the boy had held a knife to their throat and whispered "If I wanted you dead, you'd be gone."
The other instances, Luke, Agmund, or Shou had caught before it had turned into murder. That one, nobody had noticed until it was done - and that worried Regine.
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Other students mentioned:
Adorlee is Magnolia's oldest, by Mike. Mags lives at the Ranch, with Boom (mostly with Howard), raising her children and Shiva's (Shiva vanished in the war) (Shiva is also Magnolia's half-sister, and her crew).
Eryk is Shiva's oldest son (by Ty).
Kishmish is Shiva's youngest daughter (by Nikita)
Viðrou is Cynara's and Leo's son, the second child for both of them.
cy'ree is "my students, those I Mentor."
sa' is "daughter of the mother." Yes. Mother.
Think that's everyone.
===I just did my first reading over Skype...and it went very well. Very minor signal glitches due to internet weather...but not a real problem!
===So...I suppose I need to get the space more set up for regular online readings...
The Voluspa is basically the Norse version of the Christian Genesis; explaining the creation of the Universe, Earth, Life and then Humanity. If you're interested in stuff that your Ancestors probably could relate to, check it out;>!
General public: 30 Jan 2017
The notification email says the show will open "at the end of 2017" which seems to me to give them rather more wiggle room than "October 2017"
I am still ridiculously excited though.
The Rocky Horror Picture Show isn’t a movie to me. For me, it’s the feeling of moist rice sticking to the soles of my pantyhosed feet. It’s remembering not to wipe away that crustiness around my eyes because that’s mascara, you dolt, you need to look pretty for the audience. It’s eating french fries and gravy at three in the morning with a bunch of wasted-out weirdos down at the Athena Diner, wondering who I’m going home with that night.
I was Frank. I was the first Frank. And let me tell you, in the town of Norwalk, Connecticut – a place that didn’t have a single nightclub – that was an honor.
Because there was a single art house cinema in Norwalk, and it was a rattletrap organization called the Sono Cinema – headed by a stubborn man with no head for money and a frantic love for beautiful films. Brian would book the theater with the obscure foreign films he liked, and on a good night you’d get five people showing up. Sometimes he ran out of popcorn.
But he’d been told that running the Rocky Horror Picture Show at midnight was a money-maker, and though Brian loathed the idea of “popular” cinema, he realized he needed some cash. So he ran it once, and filled the theater, but…
Nobody was doing anything.
He realized there was supposed to be shouting, and audience participation, but this was in the days before YouTube and online tutorials. The Rocky Horror was a purely hand-me-down tradition: you could only learn the rituals of flinging rice and wet newspapers by going to a raucous show and being taught.
What he had was an audience of virgins.
So he asked around. He needed someone stupid enough to dress up in women’s clothing, who would rouse an audience on, who would be shameless.
I wasn’t sure if I could be shameless before a theater full of people, but I was the only one who volunteered. I’d seen a few shows, had the tape soundtrack.
And so there was a pit crew at my house at 9:00 on a Saturday. The Rocky Horror lovers in town wanted this to work – it was a lot easier than driving an hour up to the other show in New Haven – and so I had four people in my room making me look pretty.
My mother had no idea what was going on. “Hey, mom, do you have a fake pearl necklace I can borrow?” I asked. “Crap – do you have any mascara? Oh, yeah, could I borrow some pantyhose?”
She stormed into my room, holding a set of L’eggs at arm’s length, and deposited it in my lap. “Here,” she said curtly. “This is the last thing you ask for. And I don’t want to know what you’re doing.”
And I drove to the Sono, and there was a crowd that I remember as being like a rock star audience but was probably fifty wasted college kids – and I sauntered in, flipping effortlessly to working the room, and when the show started I got up to the front of the stage in a bustierre and silk underwear and yelled, “ALL RIGHT, PEOPLE, HERE’S HOW THIS GOES. WHO BROUGHT THEIR SQUIRT GUNS?”
I became a star. Or at least a star in Norwalk, Connecticut.
I was The Rocky Horror Guy.
And there were other Rocky Horror people, a great cast of folks who I came to love, and they were also vital – but I was the person introducing the audience to the show on Fridays and Saturdays, and so I became the face of the Rocky Horror.
(…Which Brian fucking hated. He hated the gaudiness of the show, he hated the cleanup, he hated the freaks showing up all the time because this wasn’t cinema, it was spectacle, but the money let him play Un Chien Andalou again, so he let me do what I wanted.)
And to me, the Rocky Horror is barely a film. It’s a backdrop. The Rocky Horror Picture Show is a flickering blue light where I run up and down the aisles, scoping the cutest girls in the show so I can be sure to plop onto their laps at the appropriate show moment when Frank falls.
The Rocky Horror Picture Show is a set of crowded bathrooms where we put on makeup and come out to each other, that first time I really understood how complex sexuality was as I saw the straight guy with the broomhandle mustache who wasn’t a woman but this was the only place he would wear a dress, and guys going gay for a weekend to see how it felt, and women switching roles in the show as they tried on butchiness and femme to see how it felt.
The Rocky Horror Picture Show is a parking lot, where we’d all gather at 10:30 and start drinking lavishly, noting the old crew and welcoming the newcomers, we loved fresh blood because they were either folks travelling from distant Rocky shows to see ours – and they had new lines to shout at the screen, their rituals blending with ours – or they were people who’d never been here before and oh God you gotta see this it’s so wonderful have a hug this is your community fit in.
The Rocky Horror Picture Show is my own sexuality blossoming because I discovered that when you’re shameless you will find an audience, and so there were blowjobs in the back of the theater and women fucking me in hearses and sometimes taking someone’s hand and bringing them to the backstage (“Fuck the backstage!”) and discovering that someone else was already making out in there and God, were we all going to kiss each other eventually?
Probably. And we dated, and we broke up, and we cheated, and that was all right because Rocky Horror was the hub. We could be pissed at each other, but this was where we came and this was who we are and maybe I was aching because Bari and I had broken up again but there was the Time Warp and we could always dance to the Time Warp no matter how mad we were.
And people would say, “Oh, I saw Rocky Horror on VHS!” And I tried not to be snobbish, but… you gotta see it live, I’d whisper.
I did that for about four years. And eventually, the RHPS got encrusted – I ran a very loose show, where “fun” was more important than the details, and hell, if you’d seen the show three times and wanted to go nuts as Eddie roaming about the theater, well, does this jacket fit?
But eventually folks who were Very Concerned about the correct costuming wormed their way in, which led to a stage show that was about mimicking the movie perfectly, which led to a hierarchy where you had to train in the ways of Rocky Horror before you could be on stage, which created this barrier between the audience and the show that eventually strangled it.
At that point, I was more like the Rocky Horror godfather. I was an emeritus; I’d show up, do the intro, and then go hang out in the backstage or goof around in the lobby. And eventually it dissolved, along with the Sono Cinema itself.
And when people say, “Oh, Rocky Horror was on TV last night!”, well, I couldn’t watch. I’m sure it’s fine. But I’ve gone to see Rocky Horror in the theaters since, and I’ve discovered that I lied.
Because I go to see the Rocky Horror in the theaters, and it’s not Norwalk in 1989. It’s these other kids, people I don’t know, and for me Rocky Horror is walking into a room full of freaks and knowing every single one. For me, Rocky Horror is that community…
…and the community is gone.
It’s not a bad thing. Bright lights fade. I wasn’t going to be dressed as Frank forever, nor would I want to.
But there’s a film, and there’s a show, and there are remakes. They’re all good. I want you to love them.
Yet there’s no remaking that crappy theater. There’s no getting all my friends back in the same room with that same feeling of hope that tonight is gonna be awesome, we’re gonna cheer, we’re gonna make new friends, we’re gonna kiss in secret and nurture crushes and maybe touch a genital that we didn’t think we’d like except oh I kinda like that.
There’s no going back.
It’s never been the same. It’s been better. Rocky Horror catapulted me into new realms of bravery – I can give talks to rooms because shit, after you’ve faced down a hundred drunken frat boys, “giving a speech” is nothing. Rocky Horror taught me about sex, and fluidity, and tolerance. Rocky Horror taught me how to handle microfame, because I was a star for six hours a week and then I went back to work at the record shop.
All those have built me into something marvelous, and I’ve thought about going back to some theater and seeing if I could become a member of the crew again, but….
That’s trying to recreate a past.
I have a glorious future to head to.
The longing will kill you if you let it.
Whatever happened to Saturday night?
When you dressed up sharp and you felt alright
It don’t seem the same since cosmic light
Came into my life
Cross-posted from Ferrett's Real Blog.
Which makes me think of that meme that was recently resurrected on tumblr, where you give me a potential title and I tell you about the story I would write for it. We can try, anyway. It's a rainy Friday morning and the office is like a sauna. What else have we got to do?
Well, we can also do the wip roundup. Here's what's top of mind right now:
- Thing 1 and Thing 2, which proceed in fits and starts, though I think I finally figured out how to write Thing 1 and that solution also allowed me to figure out how to write around the problem I was having with Thing 2, so they'll be done? Eventually? I hope? I am excited about the potential number of tropes stuffed into Thing 2 at this point. There's already huddling for warmth, drunkenly crawling into the other person's bed, being mistaken for a couple, and pining. SO MUCH PINING. It's good for me, is what I'm saying. Which it has to be, since I think there's like two other people who will read it when it's done.
- Celestial Navigation, aka, Rey and Finn's epic space road trip! There was a slight snag in terms of canon doing something that made things difficult down the line, but I think I figured out an alternative. Mostly I am just amusing myself and soon there will be cuddling.
- I started a Star Wars/Firefly crossover which I thought was going to be about one thing but which so far seems to be about traumatized baby Jedi River instead. which. should not have been as surprising as it was considering, but. it's been a while since I wrote Firefly and I forgot. At least Mal hasn't tried to take everything over yet? Otoh, Firefly has always been like the easiest fandom for me to write in, voice and style-wise, so that's been kind of nice. And I think I even know how to bring it back around to a slightly revised version of the original idea.
- Yuletide! I have an idea? There will have to be source review, but something is percolating in the back of my mind. I probably won't seriously start thinking about it until mid-November though.
The moment a woman realizes she is pregnant, she takes maternity leave and goes and works on a farm, and then continues to work there for the next 6 months after the baby is born. Maternity leave would have new meaning. Many people currently interpret maternity leave as a drain on society while the mother sits at home on her ass (again, how other people interpret it, not me). Instead, it would mean a constant influx of workers into the farming industry while hopefully creating a healthier, less asthma-prone generation of newborns. The fathers could get a similar paternity leave, so as to keep the family unit together. More city folks living in the country for ~15 months at a time would encourage them to start pushing more money for education into these rural areas, since if they have more than one child they would be encouraged to bring the other kids along and start going to school there.
Hell, the rich could have their own "spa farms" in which they hang out around the animals, but get to keep their Louis Vuitton sneakers from touching the animal poo. Then they could still indulge in horse riding and croquet on the lawn, while baby gets to take fabulous pictures with other baby animals in the petting zoo.
I still love the idea of adding agriculture programs to schools, although that doesn't affect expecting moms and newborns. My old roller skating rink was turned into an agriculture center for Birdville ISD. As far as I can tell, they're done with the building renovation, although there's still lots of unused parking space that I wonder if they will do anything with.
After reading Pearl S. Buck's book The Good Earth back in 9th grade, and specifically the sections when the mother walked off the rice fields into the house to give birth only to resume her duties a little later in the day, I realized just how pampered and spoiled we really are, and I've always thought about our germophobic* hospital environments as ironically gross. (Man. I managed to turn that into a single sentence. I'm leaving it as it is instead of editing it down.)
*My computer dictionary recognized homophobic, xenophobic, agoraphobic, arachnophobia (although not arachnophobic), but it didn't recognize germophobic or germophobia. *Add to Dictionary*
“He’s your cousin.” Karen’s mother made the word sound positively scandalous.
“It’s not as if he’s my first cousin or something,” Karen countered tiredly. She’d already had this conversation with a sister, two cousins, and her mother’s aunt Betty. “To find a common ancestor — and only one of them, I might add - you have to go back up two family splits to a great-grandmother who married three times. Gerry down the street is more related to me than that.”
“But…” Her mother made a distressed noise. “You’re not supposed to… supposed to…”
And if it happens to inspire an EP, so much the better!
The Interactive Fiction Technology Foundation runs a yearly competition for interactive fiction called IFComp. Though it’s been flourishing for many years, I hadn’t heard about it before this year, and too late to be able to plan and execute a worthy submission. Still, nothing’s preventing me from browsing the 50-odd submissions and looking for something to catch my eye. As a novice to IF I’ve only had hands-on experience with a very few platforms for writing or playing it. IFComp, though, exposes a whole array of techniques and manipulations that I wasn’t previously familiar with. Needless to say, this affected my play experience significantly.
Eight characters, a number, and a happy ending – K.G. Orphanides
This was the first entry I played. Eight characters is a parser game, where commands can be entered in the text box or through navigation links. Some of the commands are helpfully explained in the in-universe manuals. Some are fairly intuitive, once you catch the trick of it – another effect of my being a novice player. I fussed for a long time over trying to open a simple chest before I learned to adjust to the game’s expectations.
Crossposted to hazelgold.net.
I arrived at Paignton (Queens Park) station on the Dartmouth Steam Railway just as the 1920 built GWR locomotive 4277, nicknamed Hercules, was pulling a carriage named Lady Chatterley out of the station.
Next up was the arrival of the 1950 built BR locomotive 7827, named Lydham Manor, billowing clouds like a chain-smoking dragon. The Manors don't sound quite as dramatic as the Hall Class but I admit I did make for the carriage immediately behind the loco, where I met another female steam enthusiast who was set on recording the engine noises. I didn't notice the name plate on the carriage, although I did spy a Demelza (Poldark presumably, although the website claims the coaches are named after staff members or their female relatives).
( 7 more small images of train and boat heaven in Devon. )