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( Oct. 24th, 2014 02:38 pm)
So, I finally found out what the hell's been wrong with my knee. Apparently, when it first stared hurting (at the back of the knee)back in late September, that was because I'd strained my ACL. Then, when the pain shifted after about a week to the top and outside of my knee, it was because the weak ACL combined with the way I was sitting with my knees bent and feet tucked under me at work (because my desk is badly designed and has no space under it for my legs) pushed my kneecap out of alignment.

Apparently it's a common runner's injury and they can fix it with therapy/exercises. Joy. (But I do get bright blue tape around my knee to prove to my employers that I totally had a reason for that doctor's appointment - not that it's stopped anybody from sending me out to run errands/sending me running up and down the stairs at work repeatedly, but the sprained ankle I had a couple years ago didn't either)
Sometimes I wonder why I stay in fandom when nearly everything I like and enjoy is something good fans are supposed to sneer at and hate.

Then I remind myself to read this article again.

Never has tumblr (or the past 5+ years of LJ/DW fandom) been so perfectly summed up in a hundred words.
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( Jul. 15th, 2014 01:46 pm)
Once every couple of months I'll get a crushing, so-bad-it-literally makes-you-throw-up headache, usually centered in my forehead and temples. I wish I knew what caused them, so I could figure out how to avoid them (it's not caffeine withdrawal, not caused by my glasses prescription, not a sinus headache... possibly they're migraines?)

I also wish they didn't inevitably start at work, where "not continuing to spend the next few hours staring at an LCD computer screen" is not an option.
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( Jun. 19th, 2014 06:35 pm)
Ack, I forgot to post the discussions posts on not_brand_event yesterday! Con/vacations ruin my ability to tell time.
… is Rick Remender’s theme song, sung to the tune of the Monitor Lizard’s “I’m gonna eat somebody” song from Fern Gully

I’ve had no access to the internet since going home for Thanksgiving on the 27th. I do not know who Remender killed last Wednesday, and I’m afraid to find out.

I hope it was one of the X-men characters, because they tend to come back from the dead faster and more often. (Maybe it was Rogue, but it will turn out that it was actually Mystique-disguised-as-Rogue and that’s why Remender’s Rogue was always vaguely OOC, and also that Mystique didn’t just fake being Rogue but also faked her death for ‘reasons’ and is really still alive. Preferably ‘reasons’ involving one of her periodic horribly failtastic attempts to actually be some kind of parental figure to Rogue - I love it when Mystique tries to be Rogue’s mom and ends up just being utterly creepy and invasive and horrible but in a totally well-meaning way.)
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( Sep. 14th, 2013 10:52 pm)
So, my (a week late) new year's resolution this fall is to try and meet fannish obligations better.

Sorry, person whose fic I'm supposed to be betaing - I'll try to finish it this weekend.

Sorry, person whose ask I haven't answered - I'll do it tomorrow.
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( Sep. 10th, 2013 04:03 pm)
So, my sister was recently diagnosed with a GI condition that involves bleeding ulcers*, and until said ulcers heal, she has to eat a severely restricted diet of super-bland food.

This past weekend, she was at a sports-watching party of some kind (football, maybe? It wasn't related to the playoffs, because she doesn't watch baseball) and went into the kitchen to make her plain oatmeal that she'd brought with her. One of the other guests at the party saw her and she asked my sister what she was eating.

My sister: Oatmeal. I have this stomach condition with ulcers and stuff, and this is practically the only thing I can eat right now, until they heal.
Other guest: Oh my god, you're so lucky! You're going to lose so much weight!
My sister: *dead silence as she tries to think of a response that doesn't involve profanity*

(My suggestion for next time this happens is that she respond with, "Thanks, but I'd rather be fat and able to eat whatever I want without vomiting blood.")

*Luckily, she's in the military and therefore has access to reliable and affordable health care.
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( Aug. 15th, 2013 10:19 pm)
The months of purgatory that was our mortgage refinance is finally over! We closed on Tuesday.

(I swear to god, I spent longer being screwed around by Citibank than my mother spent being pregnant with me. And if not, it's only by about two weeks, because we started the refinance process in January.)
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( Aug. 5th, 2013 10:57 pm)
Fuck, I have to put Reassembled up on ff.net now, don't I?

It's 160,000 words! In ff.net's less-bad-than-it-was-but-still-annoying upload system. I don't waaaant to!

How do those writers who spam their fics to ever comm ever have the time and patience to do it?
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( Jul. 29th, 2013 04:34 pm)
The blueberry jelly set, and does indeed taste very faintly of ginger (clearly more ginger slices are required next time), but there are little gritty bits of congealed pectin screwing up the texture, which means that unlike my horrible cherry fail1jam, it's edible, but it's not good enough for me to give jars of it away to people.

That's failed jam attempt #2 with Pomona's Universal Pectin, which I'm officially never buying again despite the fact that it's the only kind of pectin any store in Brooklyn Heights carries (clearly nobody here actually makes jam; I probably could only find Ball jars because hipsters like to buy them to drink out of them as part of their Rural Poverty Chic faux-slumming thing). From now on, I'm ordering Sure-Jell off amazon or something, regardless of how annoying the process is and how long it takes.
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( Jun. 4th, 2013 04:14 pm)
I hate Citibank mortgage almost as much as I hate Matt Fraction. Hate. Hate hate hate. I especially hate the way they send a dozen copies of every unimportant document, but only a single copy of all the important ones. And the way they keep sending all their email communications to a nonexistant gmail address because they keep transposing two of the letters in seanchai's last name.

Also, two of the residents in the Manhattan condo the company I work for manages have been discovered secretly renting out their apartments on a weekly/nightly basis like hotel rooms, and are now offended and angry at the fact that the condo board is insisting that they stop (because the building's rules explicitly ban you from doing that). One of them's actually a tenant who leased the apartment for a year and was renting it out under the table every weekend without his landlord's knowledge. He even posted rental advertisements on craigslist!(for the un-initiated: NYC zoning rules and housing department/rental laws make a big distinction between monthly or yearly leases and renting places out by the day/week. So do mortage lenders and apartment building insurance policies - weekly/daily rental means they consider you a hotel and charge you higher insurance premiums, for one).
Generally, when I read either romance novels or fic, I tend to skim over the sex scenes. But every once in a while, a particular line will jump out at me and force me to pat attention, like the following one from one of Juliana Stone's older novels that made me re-read the entire page trying to figure out what exactly the guy was doing to the woman:

cut for NC-17-rated details )
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( Nov. 7th, 2012 11:28 am)
One of the architects my boss occasionally hires as a consultant was arrested for siphoning gas out of a UPS truck.

New Jersey: Where apparently even the Princeton graduate upper-middle-class professionals are petty thieves. (Maybe especially them? I can just imagine the guy's thought process. "I'm an upper-middle-class middle-aged white guy! I own my own architecture firm! I shouldn't have to wait in line for my ration of gasoline.")
...okay, not quite A/B/O, but there is going into heat and knotting.

So, several weeks ago, I was scrolling through the Brooklyn Public Library ebooks section looking for SF/F books I hadn't read yet, and came across a paranormal romance novel about a part-wolf super soldier who'd been genetically created in a lab, and the evil scientist's daughter who falls in love with him. Since I like super soldiers (obviously, or I wouldn't write Captain America slash fic), I checked it out. A couple chapters in, the first sex scene came up, and I thought to myself "If I were reading a slash fanfic about a part-wolf character, I know what would be coming up next, but this is a published romance novel, so it'll never happen here."

And then, lo, there was knotting. And more, so much more )

Anyway, to sum up:

Lora Leigh's Breed series contains: het knotting, mating heats, people's kisses canonically tasting like honey and chocolate, het anal, and spanking.

I know this is relevant to someone out there's interests.
This Thursday I twisted my ankle again on the stairs at work. At least it's not sprained like last time I fell on the stairs at work (and I don't have a con to go to in costume in three days, the way I did when I twisted it on the step down from street level in to the St. Mark's comics store).

Just like last time, however (when for reasons that don't need exploring at this juncture I was running as fast as I could down the stairs in the converted brownstone the office is in), it's entirely my own fault. I was reading Sandman Slim on my fold-y book nook as I left work, and missed the last step.

The swelling's almost gone away now, though, and it doesn't really hurt anymore.

In only partially unrelated news, I recommend Sandman Slim to any of you guys who liked Harry Connolly's Twenty Palaces series or Caitlin Kittredge's Black London books.
You've already done the "deliberately write all of your recipients' squicks just because they asked you not to" method? Think getting into flame wars over Hetalia on the yuletide comm is so last year? Can't figure out what the most effective way to deliberately screw up the tags on your AO3 account to give AO3 tag wranglers extra work during December would be?

Why not try anonymously flaming someone's Dear Santa/Yulegoat/Etc. letter?

And then ranting on anon memes about how terrible their requests are.

The anon meme rant by itself isn't that bad -- ranting about things that irritate you is what anon memes are for, after all -- but trolling people's journals because you don't like their yuletide requests is just uncalled for. I kind of want to apologize to those two poor fans on behalf of Marvel fandom, but since I don't know them and have never interacted with them, that would be creepy, so I'll just hope they aren't the recipient matched with the ranter and aren't going to get nasty author's notes on their yuletide gift to top off the troll experience.

You could ask what the heck Avengers fandom's doing in Yuletide to begin with, yeah, *cough*AstolatlikesThor/Loki*cough*, but that's something to take up with the mods, not the fans who request the "wrong" pairings/characters within the fandom in their letters.
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( May. 27th, 2011 05:39 pm)
My attempts to follow the asexuality vs. LGBT people debate on tumblr have taught me two things.

1) Cis-gendered people whose sexuality includes the preface "hetero" claiming to be queer annoys me.

2) Tumblr is the most unwieldy platform for online discussion in the history of the internet, including the comments sections of the New York Times (I was going to include the New York Post, but any advantages of being better designed for discussion than tumblr is are canceled out by the fact that NYP commenters often make 4chan look like a shining beacon of enlightenment). I eventually had the throw up my hands and give up following the discussion because it was impossible to keep track of who was replying to who when every reply came in the form of a brand new post, links to which appeared at the bottom of each separate post in an indiscriminate hodgepodge which included both replies to the post itself and replies to replies to tangential things posted elsewhere on tumblr that only indirectly referenced the rest of it, none of them arranged in chronological order.

I'm guessing tumblr was designed primarily for picspam, and not for actual blogging, since ever other blogging platform I've seen, no matter how clunky, has had some kind of commenting function.
In the spirit of epic_rants' Wall of Shame, here is the first line of a romance novel I am giving back to the library unfinished.

"Tall, blond-haired Lee Jackson, his handsome features set in rigid lines of self-control, his brown-eyed gaze hard and angry, stood beside his beloved sister Helene's coffin, staring down at her lifeless form."

And the first line of the third scene, the first to feature a significant female character:

"Do you really think it's all right, Aunt Blanche?" blonde-haired, brown-eyed Elizabeth Windsor asked her aunt as the maid helped her don the dark blue satin gown."

Neither of these characters are the leads, btw, whose hair and eyes I expect to hear about ad naseum. The obsessive noting of hair and eye color happens when every single character is introduced, to the point where I long for purple prose, because at least that would keep the descriptions from sticking out like sore thumbs. The actual male lead is not blond-haired, brown-eyed guy, but a different guy who does not show up until page 97. His name is "Blade Masters" (no, really) and we get to hear all about his hair and eye color, too. Also, there are twee street orphans whom the heroine mothers in order to show how good/nice/caring she is.

But wait, it gets worse. One the cover of the book are the words, "New York Times Best Selling Author."
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( Mar. 15th, 2010 12:10 pm)
So, there's a piece about Victorian Orientalism here.

I think all you really need to know about it is that is contains the following statement:

Orientalism may be premised on a terribly flawed approach, and many past Orientalist studies may lack terribly in both facts and analysis, but the concept is not steeped in bigotry

And is in response to criticisms of the use of the frankly silly sounding portmanteau "Victorientalism" (which seems redundant to me -- doesn't "Orientalism" automatically call to mind the Victorian and Edwardian eras?) to describe "a positive, transcultural blend" of, um, stuff.

Also, "past Orientalist studies" implies that there's such a thing as current Orientalist studies, which unless the writer is referring to historeography on the Victorian "orientalism" phenomenon itself, I kind of doubt. Surely people no longer use the word "Oriental" in actual real-world scholarship?

Somehow, coining that term and dedicated an entire magazine issue to it produced backlash. Gee, I can't imagine why. *headdesks forever*
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( Mar. 6th, 2010 06:50 pm)
For some reason, paragraph spacing on Tales of Suspense has died a strange and mysterious death -- but only on some pages and some stories. [personal profile] seanchai, being the one of us who actually understands these things, is looking into it.

Also, there were like twelve fics/fic chapters awaiting verification, which made me feel really bad (for going so long without checking - gah, I don't even want to think about how long those poor people had to wait for their fic to go up). All subimissions are verified now, as are the authors who sent them (verification, FYI, is basically a rubber stamp to keep out spambots. There are no SPaG, formatting, or subjective quality requirements for a story to be posted as there are on some other moderated sites, because that would mean we actually had to *read* every story and then pass potentially wanky judgment on it before clicking "yes, let it be posted" rather than just checking that it is in fact a story and not some kind of weird advertisement thing).


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