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(no subject) [Jan. 15th, 2016|04:40 pm]
I think if I had the heart to look, I would see that one of my very first posts here was a gushing tribute to Alan Rickman. He was an essential part (the wicked humor, the quiet brooding heart, the scenery chomper) of so many things I've loved and I'm just so, so devastated that he's gone.

I feel sadder than I suspect I have any right to feel, but I also know there are so many of us that feel the same way.
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He's her (agoraphobic) lobster [Nov. 28th, 2015|10:45 pm]
So I initially posted this to tumblr, but then I remembered that (1) replies no longer exist; and (2) tumblr is the absolute worst, so I thought I'd try to get things started here again (my apologies...it has been a busy, busy six months).

Speaking of which, I finally had a little downtime to myself to watch the show of my choice. Did I watch any of fall tv, since I am behind/not yet begun on all of the shows I ostensibly watch? Nah. Catch up on those shows I have been meaning to watch for quite literally years? Nope. Watch Jessica Jones, so I’m actually in the loop for once? Of course not. Instead I watched the 1995 Pride and Prejudice, but instead of feeling satisfied, sat around wishing there was more...and then six hours later I’d somehow zipped through all of the Lizzie Bennet’s Diaries.

Guys, I’m so sad I wasn’t watching this when it was in vogue. The romance is better than it has any right to be - given how little time we actually spend with Darcy - but what really caught me most is the strength of the female friendships. And it’s a relief to see a version where Charlotte and Lydia end up with better fates.

There’s fanfic right? There must be fanfic.
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(no subject) [Apr. 13th, 2015|10:43 pm]
I've pretty much been swallowed up by an angry wormhole of work, but I just want to say that I've seen a wave of people who are starting to get into the 100 and it pleases me mightily. Go forth and watch people. (and then write me lots and lots of fanfic, none of which is set in a (1) coffeehouse; (2) frat house; or (3) rock band.)
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(no subject) [Mar. 12th, 2015|01:14 am]
More Selfie fanfic. Because I miss my poor dead show. This has been moldering on my hard drive for way too long, and distracting me from writing about teenagers killing each other in the apocalypse.

Take the Shoes With You.
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(no subject) [Feb. 10th, 2015|06:31 pm]
The weird 100 trend continues. This time I set my sights on making Bellamy miserable. But someday soon I'd like to break 3K again, what the heck brain. Anyway I wanted to this one in under the buzzer before the season ended and it was mossed.

Promethean Heat.

My TV watching has been limited by a weaker internet and more hoops to jump, so I pretty much am just watching The 100 (thumbs up), Mindy Project (ehh), Parks & Rec (killing it in its final season), Jane the Virgin (continuing to delight), a smattering of Arrow (continuing to disappoint) and Agent Carter, which almost makes me wish I had the patience to catch up on all the comic backstory.
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(no subject) [Feb. 1st, 2015|02:42 pm]
So, I hadn't been able to write more than a word here or there since arriving in Paris. I think it's a combination of not having as comfortable a space to work in (I miss you little sunny writing nook in Manhattan) and general fatigue. I've been trying to travel on some of my free weekends (next up is a slightly longer trip to Morocco and Spain, for which I am excited) and just, everything is a little bit harder and a little bit more draining in new places. Trying to figure out what cold medication I needed last week made me more tired than the cold itself. (also, what kind of country doesn't sell kleenex in a pharmacy. Bewildering).

Anyway, I forced myself to sit down and write yesterday, mostly just to prove that I could and this funny little 100 thing popped out. This fandom honestly brings out some of my weirdest instincts.

Favor Fire. Clarke/Lexa. Because I never met a bandwagon I didn't want to jump on.
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(no subject) [Jan. 6th, 2015|12:42 am]
Hello from Paris, folks. I'm settling in, although for some reason the time difference seems to be hitting me harder than usual. I feel like a zombie. And I can tell that keeping up with my programs is going to be a bit of a pain in the ass. How do you international folks do it?

I took advantage of the plane trip to finish up the last few episodes of S2 of the The Americans and I continue to be completely flummoxed by the lack of universal love for this show. It is so good, across the board. There are no villains and no heroes here, in a way that is not true for any other show I can think of.

On a different note, brought to you by jet lag, I bring you a new Arrow story, Ten Lives.
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(no subject) [Dec. 21st, 2014|05:33 pm]
So, I somehow got suckered into watching the 100, which is better than it probably has any right to be, and wrote two weird little character pieces. I wish somebody would write a long, plotty world building piece, but that person will not be me.

Out of the Sky and A Space in the World.

Hope everybody has a good holidays, and if these are not your holidays, then you enjoy celebrating yuletide; a celebration that knows no denomination. And I, predictably have done an excellent job procrastinating but need to get down to the business of packing, oy.
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(no subject) [Nov. 18th, 2014|04:47 pm]
I've been traveling and I'm behind on TV, so nothing much to report here. I'm still so mad at Sleepy Hollow that I'm two episodes behind, although it sounds like this week's episode may have been a step in the right direction.

I did however get suckered into watching the Newsroom by the dual promise of Kat Dennings and Chris Messina, and I can report back that Aaron Sorkin is still making all of the same mistakes. The obsession with nobility and black/white morality (and making all lawyers/psychiatrists condescending dicks) remains. He does know how to build to a dramatic conclusion, though, and he can write a feud like nobody's business. I'm also pleased that Sloane seems to be slotted into the mold of so many of his male archetypes, despite being a woman. Finally. I would so be there for a show that was just Sloane and the Reese/twins family drama. But that is not this show.

Continuing my trend of out-of-the-blue, I don't even know stories, I wrote a Selfie thing last week: Through Rose Colored Filters. And then the show was immediately canceled because I have whatever the media equivalent of a black thumb is.
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How I wish Toby was in charge of the country [Nov. 5th, 2014|06:28 pm]
I'm sort of cranky with all of my shows right now (particularly you Sleepy Hollow, what kind of fuckery was that) and the election news isn't helping with my overall grumpiness level. Although I suppose Congress can't actually do less than they're currently doing and almost no real work ever gets done between midterms and a presidential election cycle, so there's that.

I don't think I ever really talked about my years working in politics here, nor probably should I, but it's so funny and bittersweet to see my former colleagues still living life by election cycles. They'll all get fired in the next week, spend the next two months goofing off, and then get re-hired and move somewhere like Iowa or Colorado and start the whole shebang all over again. I miss it occasionally, but mostly, not at all.

Speaking of personal stuff, I recently had it confirmed that I'm going to spend at least the first five months, possibly more, in Paris next year. I lived in Italy for a year, like eight years ago so I'm excited to have the chance to spend some real time in Europe again, although things like housing, cellphones, my truly abysmal french, etc, etc are cause for some concern.

Also, after taking an eight year break, and then writing more than 50,000 words since May, my writing well completely dried up. Dead. Gone. Zilch. Maybe I'll see it again in eight years.
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