Okay, wow. Harry Potter as a teen comedy. I would watch this.



I put up a Tumblr collection today. There aren't many posts (about ten) but they're long. All meta stuff about various fandoms. Mostly Sherlock, but some Avengers, due South, Pacific Rim, and one Harry Potter. I thought people who have the day off today might have more time to read than they usually would, and putting up twenty posts (my usual minimum for a collection) of meta would be overwhelming. So, enjoy. Friday, November 29: Meta.

I just returned from my blood draw and grocery shopping and because I love him, I'm headed out into the fray with mckitterick to check out Black Friday sales.

Wish me luck.

With very, very, very few (but notable) exceptions, I most certainly have A Type when it comes to women. Men I'm more...forgiving? I've dated short guys, tall guys, skinny guys, beefy guys, blonde guys, dark guys, you get the idea. And I think most women are attractive in a general sense. But when it comes to women who sexually attract me, they almost always fall into a particular category, and it looks like this:



I lay the blame 100% on the movie that produced that still. As a teen watching that movie (clandestinely--I knew it was the sort of movie my parents would disapprove of) I realized with no small amount of discomfort that I really wanted to kiss that character in her post-transformation mode. At the beginning of the movie, in her bikini with the wavy 80s perm, she did nothing for me. STYLE IS IMPORTANT, YO.

The "do I want to do her or be her?" dilemma was never an issue. I knew right away that I wanted to hold that up against a wall and mash my face against hers. I wasn't sure what else there was to do at the time, but wow was I horrified to find myself curious to find out. I was (oh, let's be honest--still am) boy-crazy, so I was able to shelve those inclinations until I went to college, and then the full realization hit pretty fast. Hello, women's scholarship hall living.

The self-acknowledgement/labeling of being bisexual was difficult enough, and the story of my attempt to come out to my mother the summer after freshman year is a perfect (and by perfect, I mean morbidly hilarious) example of How Not To Be A Compassionate Parent. It's also one of the reasons I don't talk with my mother about anything more serious than health and nutrition. I love her, but the woman has issues. That's a completely different topic, though.

Anyway.

Honestly, I hadn't given much thought to that movie in years, but someone posted a vid containing clips from it in a femslash vid posted to the vidding community yesterday and I might have spent a few several minutes wrapped up in nostalgia while doing a Google image search.

Also mentioned on that vidding comm was this vid, which showcases women characters and is nothing short of amazing. Warning for some pretty horrific violence, but oh my god so incredible.



It's Tuesday, so that means I've got another collection up. Today is Tuesday, November 5: Adornment.

I saw this on FB yesterday and it pissed me off.

“The erotic has often been misnamed by men and used against women. It has been made into the confused, the trivial, the psychotic, the plasticized sensation. For this reason, we have often turned away from the exploration and consideration of the erotic as a source of power and information, confusing it with its opposite, the pornographic. But pornography is a direct denial of the power of the erotic, for it represents the suppression of true feeling. Pornography emphasizes sensation without feeling.

The erotic is a measure between the beginnings of our sense of self and the chaos of our strongest feelings. It is an internal sense of satisfaction to which, once we have experienced it, we know we can aspire.” ― Audre Lorde, Uses Of The Erotic: The Erotic As Power

My thoughts, in short?

Fuck off, Audre Lorde.

*whew*

In happier news, I have found the replacement for my riding boots that I gave up last year. I never could get them to fit right. My calves are short and the shaft never broke down into enough of a slouch to make them comfortable. Check out these gorgeous babies, though.


Hnnnnnngggg.

That side lacing. The o-ring ankle strap. Yes, they have an inside zip. The more I look at them, the more I love them. Pretty sure this is gonna be my xmas present request from mckitterick and my parents.

Check out this FUCKING AMAZING Supernatural vid. A few visual spoilers for Season 8, mckitterick, but nothing major. Doesn't hurt that I really like this song.



In the Hope For Humanity column falls this article about acknowledgement of a kid's good deed going viral.

The Toast put up a nice article about slashfic today. It's got a few things I'd quibble about, but overall, a good read.

Hey, look. A Ben Stiller movie that I'd see voluntarily.



I've posted this vid before, but hnnngngngngng it bears re-watching. Starbuck/Aeryn Sun. Yes. Yes.


Have I mentioned I pretty much wear Wacoal bras exclusively? If I didn't already, this ad would have sold me.



I rinsed out Pit Girl's vest and, alas, lost a lot of the dingy tones. I couldn't stand smelling like old, cheap, coffee, though. I'm going to bake it again tonight, this time just barely spritz-damp, to see if I can get some of that singed look back. Then I'll hit it with some acrylic paint on a dry brush for dirt and other mysterious stains. I decided to do a sigil on the back because yesterday I learned how to make name sigils and they're actually pretty fun. I made a sigil for Valentine, the name of the murdered girl in Zobop Bebop (which, BTW, are REALLY FUCKING DIFFICULT WORDS TO TYPE, sdemory) to paint on the back. I also made one for "Teenie," which is her nickname. Not sure which I'll use.

About this sigil-making. You just take the letters of the word/name and arrange them (somewhat aesthetically) around a center point. Then you make a circle around the design, evenly space the letters of the word/name, and add another circle around that. Ta da! Sigil. Here are the sigils I made for Valentine and Teenie. They'll look a lot better when they're done out on graph paper for even spacing. And when I have a compass.



I practiced making them yesterday in a meeting I was at for a campus-wide project group (we're overhauling the KU Course Catalog YAY!) because the meeting was mind-bendingly dull. So I was doodling away on my sigils and then realized the guy one chair down from me (there was an empty seat between us) was totally looking at my notebook. So now I'm pretty sure at least one representative from KU Marketing and Communications thinks I'm a Satanist.



On tonight's agenda:

Vest--Spritz with water, bake. Paint sigil. If paint dries quickly enough, singe holes.
Arm warmer/sleeves--I'm using this trick to give her some sleeves. I don't know how cold the vendor area will be and I don't want to walk around sleeveless for two days in a freezing cold hotel exhibition ballroom. So I gotta cut those up and distress them at the elbows and wrist openings, then probably put in a few runs.
Scars--See if my little test scar of glue and tissue paper works on my face for Pit Girl. If it goes well, build a larger one for Dead Girl's arm.
Body Paint--Trial run of Dead Girl's body paint on my upper body, plus her red lipstick, eyeliner, etc.

I hope to be able to get example photographs of both costumes taken this weekend. I'm only a week behind! I really want to find some belts to sling around Pit Girl's hips, damn it. All the belts I found last weekend were either way too small or brown. What I want are just a couple plain, black, men's belts that I can beat up and then hang totems from. I guess men aren't as likely to donate their old belts to thrift stores.

I lifted today. One day of rest after Tuesday was plenty, and that was encouraging. I even woke before my alarm started to go off. My grasshoppers are getting better. I can't touch my shin to my forearm yet, but I can do the jumping switch for each leg instead of re-setting into plank every time.

Haven't heard back from Andrew about the leg fatigue. He usually responds within a couple hours to my messages. Maybe he's researching? That'd be cool.

I have an eye exam this afternoon. I hope I'm not due to have my eyes dilated. That would put a wrench in my plans for the evening. My pupils really hate being dilated, and it takes them forever to shrink back down to normal.

You need to watch this video. I don't care who you are. YOU NEED THIS IN YOUR LIFE.



Is it too much to ask that this couple lives happily ever after FOREVER?

If you're having a bad day, or a mediocre day, or pretty much anything other than a fucking awesome day, watch this vid. You'll feel better.



The Thor trailer could make you feel better or worse. I'm uncertain.



NGL, I love Loki looking like a complete scumbag with that horrible hair and wearing what looks like an Asgardian hoodie. What I can tell of the plot? Ehhhhhh.... I am highly amused that the speculations regarding the Evolution of Thor's Hair have proved to be 100% correct. Apparently they don't believe in maintenance trims in Asgard. I'm also intrigued by this little observation. I wonder if they'll play that up. If Branagh was directing, I'd bet yes. Haven't got a clue about this Alan Taylor person. The fact that he's only done TV makes me n-e-r-v-o-u-s.

And finally, this week's Tumblr collection. Tuesday, April 23: The Color Red (again).

OF COURSE, now that the collage is dry, I discover that I'm out of canvases, and mckitterick is due home from the airport anytime now, so I don't want to run to Michael's to pick one up--hurray for them being half off right now, though.

But anyway, I'm just dicking around on the internet until he gets home. No point in starting a new project. So here's another dance video.

Yesterday I was crafty for several hours. It felt good! The piece I'm working on is slow going, though. There's not a lot of detail to embellish, so I have to make stuff up and put texture and design where there isn't much to go on. Making stuff up isn't my strength. I can follow a pattern, or make fancy an existing design. I'm not so great with blank spaces. This is why I like doing those big altered portraits. There's lots of things to play with on a face. Not so much with a figure in the middle of a big background. Ah, well, artistic challenges are good.

( And now, a couple vids )

I usually don't miss foods terribly much. Sure, I have my occasional pining for a piece of pizza or slice of coconut cream pie, but eh. Whatever. It's usually no big deal. Sometimes, though, something hits me where it hurts, like this photo posted on the NerdFitness site today:



GOD DAMN THAT LOOKS DELICIOUS.

The only part of that I could eat is the burger patty itself, since eggs and raw foods are off my menu. Sadness. There were a lot of eggs pictured in his post today about meal prep and wow. WOW do I miss eggs. Fried eggs, scrambled eggs, deviled eggs, eggs for mayonnaise...

Also, I'm missing coffee lately. Like, a lot. For a few weeks, now. We watched Looper last night and there's a moment of JGL's character looking into a cup of coffee with the cream swirling around and I was like hngggngngng FORBIDDEN FOOD PORN.

I am exhausted and starving today. That's not helping the food cravings. I stayed up too late last night so my hair would be dry before I went to bed, and then I woke up a couple times with cramps. Today might be an eat-lunch-and-take-nap-early day.

Apropos of nothing except the fact that I think everybody needs to see this: