Title: You'll Be Back (from Hamilton by Lin-Manuel Miranda, sung by Jonathan Groff)
Fandom: BBC Sherlock
Characters and/or pairings: Sherlock/Moriarty
Warnings, kinks & contents: Slash, canonical violence
Notes: I blame shadowfireflame, who first said "hey, have you heard about Hamilton"? and clevermanka, who followed up with, "I love this song, check it out". After two listens I thought: a) "this song is awesome" and b) "this is totally a Sheriarty vid, isn't it?". And so it came to pass :)
Summary: The madness of King Jim.
Also at: youtube / tumblr / AO3.
Title: You'll Be Back (from Hamilton by Lin-Manuel Miranda, sung by Jonathan Groff)
spacefem put up a good post about how to speak to an audience that can, I think, also apply to the written word.
An angel of the dueSouth fandom uploaded a crap ton of screen caps that I'll be making good use of in my various fanart pieces.
Today's Tumblr collection is Tuesday, October 27: Gas Masks. That wraps up the Vaguely Creepy October collections.
I would like something different this year. Instead of a love story about two people, or even a non-love story about two people, I want a story about the internal life of one of the women of due South (I picked Frannie, Elaine, and Thatcher). I want to hear about her hopes, peeves, pleasures, and other aspects of her world and her own self that have put her in her current place in the world. I want this to be an exploration of character, so you don't even have to worry about a plot! It can be an exchange between her and one of the other two women, or it can be an internal monologue. I didn't choose any relationships but if you want to ship, say, Elaine and Frannie in order to fill my request, that's fine but certainly not necessary for me.
I have a working phone now. Thanks, mckitterick! You're amazing. Now I need to spend a weekend learning how to use it. In the meantime, it's super pretty.
This morning was a tired morning, but it's nearly 11:30 now and I'm functional. I haven't had the stamina to stand at my desk yet, but I've taken two ten-minute walks. Okay!
I'm going to help miischelle vend at this event in October. I'll cannibalize Pit Girl for a generic Hunter costume. I'm tempted to make a statement costume of A Dead Woman On Supernatural, but I assume everyone attending is, you know, still a fan of the show, so I'll reign back my personal feelings about its Issues.
I had a good time at this con and if the money (and time) are available, I'll probably go next year. Did I mention more than a couple due South people? None of them are in the fandom any longer, but it's nice to talk about the show with new people who have fannish perspectives on the show.
My shuttle driver to the airport was fantastic. If you're in an area serviced by the SuperShuttle people, I can at least say the Vegas representatives of the franchise are pretty great. And I sailed through security, which was...unusual. I even got pulled aside, not for additional screening, but into the TSA pre-check line since things were backing up at the x-ray machine. I just had to walk through a metal detector. NICE. Maybe they won't search my luggage!
I tell you one thing, though, I'm done with seeing this side of 4:00am for a while. Also, I'm going to lock myself in the house next weekend and not see anybody for at least 24 hours.
* A group of people who just automatically assumed we wouldn't be playing for points. MY PEOPLE.
Also the WiFi is faster than our connection at home. Which, granted, is not hard to achieve, but still. And there is someone here who used to be in the due South fandom! She even wrote fic for it (but never migrated anything over to AO3).
Not kidding, I teared up a little bit when mckitterick and I walked in the house last night. The house smelled a little stale, but man, so good to be home. I-70 from KC to Indianapolis is terrible. It was bad when I used to do it regularly ten years ago, but it's only gotten worse. Two construction zones in every state, standstill traffic on the interstate there and back, and even more semi-trucks than there used to be. Ugh. Just awful. Seriously reconsidering driving the Chevelle out there when it's done. I think that would just be miserable and nerve-wracking.
Had a good time while we were there, at least! The Dream Cars exhibit at the IMA was beautiful. Then on Saturday we went to the Indy 500 museum. mckitterick did the full tour with Daddy the day before while I hung out a bit with Mommy. They have a program where you can drive around the track, but they also have one where you can drive around a smaller inner track in a super car (not an Indycar or stock car). I want to do it (because they had at least a Ferrari and a Lamborghini that we saw), but I can't find the option on their website.
Sadly, Mommy's understanding of "I want to go thrifting" meant "I want to hit the two Goodwills closest to you in the two hours we have before you have to get back to the house to start dinner." *sadface* At least that let me get a nap in?
Really not sure I'm up to making that drive again, though, ever, under any circumstances.
I've admired this artist's plushies for ages and she's having a sale right now. I'm gonna order a Fraser/RayK pair.
Because I can't put up a post without some reference to physical self-care, have some tips on keeping your thoracic spine healthy with foam-rolling (beware of annoying auto-load video).
I would very much like a print of this guy's artwork.
I spent some glorious time making my mermaid self.
Either my swelling issues are out of control (again), or I've been putting on some major weight in the past couple weeks. I'm not letting myself get too worried about it yet, but when I return from Con*Strict I'm going to start a food journal to make sure I'm not mindlessly eating. Since my movement is going to be restricted until my labrum heals (I'm not even supposed to walk too much for godssake), I can't afford to be taking in calories I'm not burning.
Speaking of my health, I mentioned to my mom about my menstrual issues (she was a nurse) and she said she'd be shocked if I didn't have uterine fibroids from the symptoms I listed. So that's...depressing but not surprising. Tomorrow I'll make an appointment with my PCP to talk about that. But that's also an after-Con*Strict thing because I don't feel like (psychologically and emotionally) dealing with it before and also the chances of my getting an appointment before Thursday are slim to none.
Today I have to do all the things I usually do on the weekends (grocery shopping, food prep, laundry), color my roots, put the jerky for my trip in the dehydrator, and I'd like to make at least one more tee shirt tank dress. We'll see. I also have to not exhaust myself. My energy levels in Indy were pretty low.
Also I am never going to catch up on my tumblr dash and I am okay with that. Paging through what I could, I made peace with the fact that this was the year Tom Hiddleston and Channing Tatum were both at San Diego Comic Con. I'm telling myself it's just as well I went last year. If I'd gone this year I'd have been motivated to make An Agenda instead of letting myself float along with a whatever-happens-happens attitude.
I know, I know, I know I link to Breaking Muscle all the time but oh my god you guys, I want to do this 90 day program so hard.
Either I misplaced my box of fandom calling cards or I gave them all away. In any case, I wanted to get more for Con*Strict. I ordered them late Friday evening and they're already done this morning. Local folks, I can't recommend Minuteman Press enough. I didn't even have to call them. You can do all your ordering online! So great, and $40 for 250 cards (full color with bleed).
I finished my badge for Con*Strict last night! It was coming together pretty well, so I decided to go ahead and make it double-sided so that when it flips over (as lanyard badges inevitably do), it'll still show the relevant information. One side is Mad Max themed and the other is Sherlock. I'll try to remember to bring it to work to scan tomorrow so I can post a picture of it.
Found on the Toast Link Roundup, here's a great Kids These Days article.
"Screen Addiction is a generational complaint, and generational complaints, taken individually, are rarely what they claim to be. They are fresh expressions of horrible and timeless anxieties. They are a tried and true form of advanced-age self-care. They apply to all children except your kids, who are mere victims of their degraded peers. They apply to the Snapchats and the sexting, but not to those Facetime conversations with your grandniece, who is too young to text and Twitter, or to turn away, and who is therefore perfect.
The grandparent who is persuaded that screens are not destroying human interaction, but are instead new tools for enabling fresh and flawed and modes of human interaction, is left facing a grimmer reality. Your grandchildren don’t look up from their phones because the experiences and friendships they enjoy there seem more interesting than what’s in front of them (you). Those experiences, from the outside, seem insultingly lame: text notifications, Emoji, selfies of other bratty little kids you’ve never met. But they’re urgent and real. What’s different is that they’re also right here, always, even when you thought you had an attentional claim."
And my favorite is the closing bit:
" A new technology can be enriching and exciting for one group of people and create alienation for another; you don’t have to think the world is doomed to recognize that the present can be a little cruel."
I don't understand why it's so difficult for parents to remove the technology when the presence of the technology is inappropriate to the situation. I understood when it was time to put down the book or the crayons or whatever. How is a tablet or phone different? That's not a rhetorical question. I honestly want to know. Is there a difference? How? Why?
I commented on The Toast that grandparents need to make themselves relevant and interesting. That's just courteous. I'm lucky. My dad's parents were fascinating people and I happily listened to their stories about throwing rocks at the National Guard when they came in to guard the scabs during a union strike. Or about how theirs was the first lunch counter in their city to seat Black people. Helping grandma in the kitchen and her telling stories about the people who bought her pies as she taught me how to make a good pie crust. I mean, I guess I didn't have the option of internet friends back then, but even today, if I had the choice to visit with them about their amazing adventures or scroll through my Tumblr dash, I probably wouldn't choose Tumblr. Old people need to get over the notion that they're deserving of time and attention just because they're old.
Tonight is my appointment with Dr. Jonah in KC. Tomorrow night is prep for Indy (making kale chips so we have a travel vegetable to go with the jerky so we don't have to stop somewhere for lunch), and also slicing up the jerky for Con*Strict (so it has four days to marinade before I put it in the dehydrator when I'm back from Indy). I'd like to make a couple more tops to take to Con*Strict. My first attempt at re-fashioning some thrift-store tees into a mini-dress was successful. I'd like to pack those instead of tops and skirts because I am all about minimal packing. Also because I need to leave enough room for my iPod speakers and yoga mat in my suitcase.
Also, this happened yesterday:
PT guy Tim gave me a fix that will alleviate a bit of the pressure on the shoulder in that pose, but it's still gonna be tender for a couple days. Typical.
For later reference: Pre-workout alignment exercises.
This evening I'm gonna break out my new serger knowledge and see if I can't re-fashion some of these thrift-store clothes that've been piling up in the sewing room. So excited! If I like the process and the results, I'm gonna open up an Etsy store for them. I did a lot of searches on Etsy and all the refashioned post-apocalyptic stuff is either costumey and so not really wearable for daily use (although gorgeous--and expensive) or just...shockingly amateur. This, for instance. Fucking brilliant idea. Terrible execution. I do like the D-ring strap shorts she's selling. But again, they don't look finished, somehow.
Speaking of finished, here's my self-insert fanart! It'll post on Tumblr tomorrow, but y'all get a sneak preview today. After looking at it for a while, I see a few places I'd like to add things. Maybe someday? But not now. Also, I need a better way to scan these babies. It's $10 a pop every time at FedEx/Kinko's and I think that's just fucking outrageous. If anyone local has access to something that will flat scan 14"x17" images, let me know.
Last night I made some food for a friend going through a rough time to save her and her husband the hassle of cooking for a few days. Caring for select individuals makes me feel good, and to be honest, cooking is probably the thing I'm best at (besides giving unflinching and often unwanted life advice). Making someone's life a little easier makes me feel necessary and appreciated, so win-win!
I have one more evening of solitude tonight while mckitterick wraps up his CSSF Summer activities. Hurray for getting one more night of puttering around the house with loud music and scented candles but also hurray for (starting tomorrow), getting laid on a regular basis again!
So despite getting not nearly enough sleep last night (ugh, 3am thunderstorms), and having a constant dull ache in my shoulder, I feel pretty good today. How's your day/weekend/life shaping up, friends?
Edited to add: HOLY SHIT MARRIAGE EQUALITY IN THE U.S.A.
I ate like so much crap this weekend and I feel so gross today that I am on a complete strict Whole30 style eating plan until I leave for Las Vegas. It was a very easy decision, let me tell you. Ugh. I feel hungover in my guts. Just ugh. So if anyone needs a solidarity sister for fixing up your eating habits, I'm here.
Edit/Update: I just spent an egregiously long time looking for classical cupid/putti images that I could paste my head on and found nothing I liked very much. Not to mention putti in poses that would fit face angles in my numerous selfies. So I might be scrapping this idea of the self-insert fanart thing. Maybe if I had more time to leisurely browse for images? But if I was gonna get it done for the weekend I'd need the images by the time I leave here today to start work on it as soon as I get home and at this point I'm pretty sure that's not going to happen.
I did find a high quality Fraser/RayK screencap to use if someone asks for fanart in that pairing for this year's dS Sekrit Santa.
This weekend: Food and packing prep for 221B Con and a serious sparring session with mckitterick to see if I can get some good ol' bruises going for the Moran cosplay. Did I mention I have a date to the MorMor party (MorMor=the ship name for Moriarty/Moran)? Eeeeeeeeeeeee! And she's so cute, y'all. SO CUTE!
Hope everyone has a great weekend. I'm outta here for the day.
Even if you aren't a due South fan, consider watching this one-minute clip of Leslie Nielsen delivering one of the best (if not the best, I mean how many can there be?) parodies of the St. Crispin's Day speech. One of my favorite things about due South (I mean, besides the stunningly beautiful people, the great acting, the charming and tightly-written plots, and the scarcity of problematic elements) is the way they inserted cultural references--sometimes blatantly, sometimes subtly, but always there. I'm sure I missed a lot of them, since it was a Canadian show and I'm not well-educated in Canadian culture or history, but there are so many that I was still constantly pleased and entertained by them. Due South, you guys. Such a good show. Side note: A friend of mine's write group used to study dS episodes for plot development because the writers always wrote an A plot and a B plot and pulled them seamlessly together at the end of the episode and it's an episodic show, so each one is its own contained 40 minute short story.
After reading article one and article two about the Seven Primal Movements (a sort of annoying term, IMO, but valid concept), I'm inspired to build some yoga sequences that incorporate all seven movements.
Shredded carrot ginger pancakes. I am so trying these (with coconut flour--we'll see if they stick together) with the oven baked jerk chicken this weekend.
I'm in a good place today. It's Wednesday, the week's almost half done, next week is Spring Break (so fewer people around and the office closes at 4pm), the leggings I ordered from Etsy arrived, and I slept almost all night last night.
ETA: And my day just got better when I saw on today's Link Roundup on The Toast not one, but two threads talking about shared hatred of Joss Whedon and his fake feminism. MY PEOPLE!
How are you lovelies doing?
Today's Tumbr is Tuesday, March 10: Due South, part...five? I don't remember. I really love due South, guys.
And that's all I can write for today because my work computer is infected with malware again and I can't stand all the flashing pop-ups telling me I need to update with some fishy-ass software. So until that's fixed...
I am so relieved that it's Friday I can't even tell you. So. Relieved. I've been going to bed at 9pm the past few nights and waking up just a bit before 7am. It's fantastic that I'm able to sleep that much, but I'll be happy when I don't need to sleep that much. We're boxing tomorrow, but I don't imagine I'll be doing much bag work, and sparring is out for a couple more weeks.
So much I want to do this weekend that I've put off for three weeks 'cos of the flu and recovering from the flu. Making a pair of commissioned bloomers, making some freeze-able food for some friends going through a rough patch, catching a movie (either Jupiter Ascending again or Kingsman for the first time), as well as all the normal weekend stuff--laundry, grocery shopping, food prep. All that while being conscious not to wear myself out and set myself back further with the healing process.
I'm also pulling together the final elements for the Sebastienne Moran cosplay I'm taking to 221B Con in April. I think it's gonna look pretty hot and scruffy (my favorite!). Wish my arms and shoulders were in the same shape they were this time last year but oh well (I can still sort of see my triceps when I flex them?). I'll be up to sparring with mckitterick by then, and maybe we can time a session so any arm bruises will be in fine form for the con. It would be so great if there were a Moriarty willing to take slashy pics with me. I feel like such a creeper, though, asking someone I don't know to do a suggestive photoshoot. I mean, how does one go about asking a near-stranger "Hey so I have this idea that involves us switching dominant/intimidating poses with each other because we all know Moriarty and Moran have a seriously fucked up relationship--wanna put that on film and share it with the entire internet?" One doesn't. At least not when one is me.
I might put some sneak peek pics of me in the costume up before the con. It's always good to get a test run of a costume, even when it's not terribly involved. Also, if we take pics in the back yard, I can pose with my rifle.
That's all gonna go real well.
I assume everyone has seen this video of Sergei Polunin dancing to "Take Me to Church." I am, apparently, the only person on the planet who was...not all that impressed by it? His talent and ability are amazing, don't get me wrong, but I feel like the artistic interpretation is lacking/wrong/nonexistent. To my eye/mind, the mood swings of the choreography don't match the music and many of the overt emotional actions (like the head in hands motif, which is repeated a few times) seem cliched as performed. He's lovely, don't misunderstand, but...I'm not feeling the musical interpretation. Could be I just don't understand ballet, which is entirely possible. shanmonster, if you're reading this, I'd like to hear your thoughts.
Because of various allergies, I can't wear lipsticks, especially ones that can be chewed/licked off (for special events, I'll use the CoverGirl Outlast stuff, but only for a few hours and I have to concentrate on not licking or biting my lips). However, for my lovelies who can wear it, this stuff looks awesome. For those of you who don't/can't wear lipsticks but like/love/are obsessed by lip balms, this brand of (plain, uncolored, unflavored) balm is the shit. I found it locally at the Community Mercantile and oh my god it's amazing. AMAZING. I'm having a difficult time bringing myself to use any of my other balms (and I have a lot of them) instead of these. My favorite is the Purely Coconut which isn't listed on the Alaffia main website which makes me very nervous and I feel like maybe I should stock up now? I have a reputation for having my favorite anything (makeup, menu items, entire places of business) being discontinued.
Marvel's announcement of Civil War was the catalyst that began my disenchantment and triggered my emotional divorce from MCU. I mean, I'll still go see the movies (probably), but my psychological investment? Gone. This latest bullshit made me realize I'd done the right thing. Related to that, now that my investment in several fandoms (Marvel, Sherlock, Supernatural) has dramatically decreased in the past year, I think I'll start reading fashion blogs again. It's been a long time since I followed things like Fashion Week, or the seasonal designer shows. Just in time for New York Fashion Week!
In other news, I'm still not eating much/well. Three times this morning I've gone to my little fridge here at the office to look at my food options (zucchini spaghetti, chocolate chili, chicken soup, and squash curry) and every time my stomach rolls and cramps a bit and I just...ugh. I'm 90% sure it's psychological, but I just can't make myself eat. So much time and effort spent teaching myself not to eat when I'm not hungry, and of course this is the side effect.
Two besties came over last night. We ate, chat, and polished off a couple bottles that had gotten lost in the wine collection and were, miraculously, still good. I was pleased and relieved since one of them was a $40 bottle of Pineau des Charentes. We planned to watch a movie but, as often happens when we get together, spent five hours talking instead. The were gone by 10:45 and I was in bed and asleep by 11:15. Ahhhh.
New Year's resolutions were never my thing, although I think they're great when people use them as a tool to improve their lives. If you're making resolutions this year, I wish you all the best! And also, I'm nosy, so feel free to share them in the comments.
I suppose I can consider my Intentional Movement program a new resolution that I got a head-start on it last week.
Recently I've been incorporating a new style aesthetic into my wardrobe. It's a sort of post-apocalyptic look, but wearable. A little more thrift store punk and less Burning Man. In my head I think of it as "delicately grim." I made a Pinterest account to track ideas for it if you're curious. Because of that, I've been pondering another 365 photo project: taking a photo of my outfit every day. I'm worried I'll be exhausted of that by March, though. Maybe I can aim for three outfit photos a week or something? It would certainly motivate me to be more imaginative and daring with my combos. I'm always inspired by splix's fashion choices and combinations. It looks fun, but I don't have that varied of a wardrobe. Well, I can at least try it for a couple months and if I'm not enjoying it, nobody is going to force me to continue. One side benefit would be that the only appropriate mirror for such self-portraits is the one in my sewing room and taking a photo in there every day would certainly cause me to keep it a bit tidier.
In other news, the due South Sekrit Santa creators were revealed yesterday, so I can post a link to the piece I did for it this year: A Second Chance. I'm really pleased with this one. It used up the last of my maps of Chicago, though, and my last atlas entry for Canada. So if I'm going to continue doing these, I gotta go buy some more paper Chicago and Canada maps, which ugh. Not that they're expensive, but it seems ridiculous to buy new ephemera for my collages instead of finding them at the library book sale or thrift stores. I guess if anyone has old maps of either that they'd like to send me? The older the better, actually. Not like I have to worry about updated roads and such.
A list of all the works for the challenge are here.
Anyway. Happy New Year! I certainly wish a happy year on all of you still here and reading. I know at least a few people keep up with me here who don't even have LJ accounts so can't comment (hi, E-Dub!) and it's nice to know that I'm not shouting into a void. LJ is getting smaller and less active all the time. I know it's going to stop being a viable community eventually, but I'm sure I'll be one of the last hold-outs and I appreciate all of you who are also sticking around to the very end. Big, sexy kisses to you all.
I had a stomach pain episode again last night. I think that's the third one this year. I'm grateful that it only lasted a couple hours and it wasn't as bad as others I've had. Not feeling great today. Very fragile and delicate. Also hungry, but no way I'm ready to put more than ginger tea with honey and coconut milk in me, though. I'm exhausted. Even though it wasn't as bad as they've been, that sort of pain really takes it out of ya.
Does anyone who still reads my LJ sell stuff on Etsy? I cannot figure out how to add more than one shipping profile to my items in Etsy, which means I can only ship things to US costumers. I hate selling stuff online.
The due South Sekrit Santa piece is done, though. Yay! It looks fantastic. I'll be able to link to it sometime in late December or early January, once they reveal the names of participants. Not that my particular art style isn't immediately obvious, but I like to play by the rules.
Several months ago I finally found coconut milk in aseptic packaging which was great because hurray no BPA and also, cheaper. So of course suddenly the supplier stopped supplying it. I stopped by the Asian grocer on a whim yesterday and they had a different brand of aseptic coconut milk in stock. It was Aroy-D (the previous one was Chakoh) and although I like Chakoh in the can a bit better than Aroy-D, Aroy-D in a can is quite fine so I felt safe in stocking up. Of course, this was not a great plan because this coconut milk is just awful. The fat does not mingle with the fluids and it's not smooth. When I put it in tea, the fat floats to the surface and, if left overnight, actually solidifies in the cold liquid. You can imagine the state of the unused portion of the container that I put in the fridge. This morning I attempted to emulsify it in the Vitamix, but I wound up basically making coconut butter and whey. I left the solids in the fridge at home and am interested to experiment with them. I have no idea what to do with the other nine boxes of this stuff I bought. I guess maybe I can cook with it? But the soup won't be creamy, since the fat just separates out and floats on top and really just doesn't look very appealing.
I am freezing in my office again today but that might just be lack of food and sleep.