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to write my thoughts about sexism and racism in Doctor Who. Because I really love that show, but sometimes the implications make me a bit uneasy.

Dear BBC: See Firefly. See Battlestar Galactica. That is how it's done. I was about to give Who points for the Mickey/Jake, or at least the Ricky/Jake, but then I remembered that that's not actually any more explicitly canon than Geta's crush on Baltar. (Oh Geta. You and your TIGER TATTOO.)

But- Doctor Who. I love you. And then I think about you. And then I worry.

Well, also I worry about the fact that I really love the Daleks. But I think that's fairly common. It's the voice! I love listening to them talk! I laughed my head off when they were arguing with the Cybermen.

Also, during the Christmas Special? The Runaway Bride? You know that big dramatic disturbing moment? I couldn't stop laughing. I felt a bit bad about it, but still.

Eh. It wasn't really a good episode. They were trying to be epic without spending enough time on the set-up, maybe; I'm not sure exactly what was wrong, but it just missed.




Oct. 10th, 2008 07:51 pm
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it's friday now, of course, and I actually remembered in time to wear jeans. Out of some misguided attempt, though, to at least make a nod to formality, I also wore my preppy gray sweater with the fake white shirt underneath, and it turned out to be way too hot to be wearing a sweater today.

Last night I fell asleep and forgot to set my alarm, which is terrible and spelled disaster, but Worf woke me up at 2:25 PM by yowling incessantly in my ear and I made it to orchestra on time. Yoter mazal misechel, I know. Of course, given that I rolled out of bed and ran to the car, I didn't eat breakfast, and I spent all of orchestra dying of hunger, and then I had some excessively rich hot chocolate on my way to work. Called Eema during my break at 4:10 and asked her if maybe we could all go out for dinner when they got home, and that thought got me through the next several hours, but it doesn't really look like that's going to work. Still, I just needed the thought to sustain me, really. I can go grocery shopping tonight. Eema hates it when I go to Meijers at night, because they won't restock until morning, but it's the ONLY TIME I CAN GO and I really don't care. That's how my schedule works and getting up early enough to run errands is just not going to happen anytime soon, sorry, but I know better than to try by now, and it annoys me slightly that she doesn't. Still- I'd kind of hoped for some food that I didn't have to pay for tonight, because I don't want to go shopping on an empty stomach, but quite literally the only thing I have in my flat is rice. And some cereal, and some oatmeal, and I could bake bread if I had four hours to do it in, but I don't really and I've been subsisting off of rice for a few days now and I'd like something else, plzkthx.

Got paid yesterday, about $400. Already spent about $140 on half a tank of gas, two weeks of lessons, a month of netflix, a month of internet, and a $50 pledge to WKAR 90.5 FM, because they really do deserve my money and it's a shame I've never pledged before. (alsoTURCHWADseasontwoshutupshutupshutupIregretnothing.) Oh, and a pair of purple butterfly bookends for $4.50, which I also do not regret in the least, because pretty purple butterfly bookends! For $4.50! Perfect. I needed a set of bookends, I've been wanting to fill my flat with butterflies, and I like purple. I should have bought more of them. Perhaps I will. (More likely I won't.)

Need to stop off home, because I left some stuff there the other day, and also I need to do my laundry and pick up some powdered sugar (because it's mine anyway). Also need to take a shower. And buy food for Worf.

The Barber Violin Concerto that I ordered came in the mail today though. Also I saw a notice on my way out the door that I didn't have time to read carefully that Hull Apartments is replacing everybody's balcony. This is pretty good news, because the balconies are old and rickety. And I got my voter's registration card. I am to vote in the Hannah Community Center. Need to figure out where that is.

Have started/continued many fics. Have come to the conclusion, once again, that my writing is crap and I really should give it up. *shrugs* I have good ideas, once in a while, but cannot achieve the execution. If only I could just tell good writers what fics I would like to see and they would write them for me.

(missing starbuck, and boomer, and adama. everyone else too.)

Talked a bit to one of the violinists in symphony. I always wonder if when I talk- if people actually understand what I'm saying, if I don't sound like I'm just making things up out of the blue. is so hard to give a comprehensive picture of what I mean to someone who doesn't know me well.

Eema called. Said she could meet me at Pizza House, maybe, after work, and she doesn't want pizza but she'll either order something small or just sit with me. which bodes ill for my not having to pay for it, but you know. We'll see.

(I really felt like Olive Garden tonight, actually, but they'll be closed when I get off work. Price I pay for actually feeling awake most of the time. no matter how much I love the night and the solitude of nocturnality and that awesome feeling of doing what comes naturally and not constantly working against my own circadian rhythms, sometimes I *really* hate the inconvenience of being so totally out of sync with the rest of the world. Also re:schedule, I wish I had a weekend. I wish I had just one day off. My days have very little in them- Thursdays, for example, I have commitments from 2-7 and that's it, or Tuesdays from 5-10:30, but there's no day on which I have *nothing,* and that's actually more wearing than I expected. Also I have no social life whatsoever, but that I expected fully, and do not mind. I can enjoy the time to myself, and deal with the occasional bouts of loneliness.)

I sound more melancholy than I actually am. I'm not doing badly, all things considered, though I could do with a meal. Still haven't eaten today, beyond that ridiculously rich hot chocolate at 5:00 PM.

The chief market of my time is but to sleep and feed, and play violin, and right now that's okay with me. I wonder how guilty I'll feel if it continues indefinitely. I honestly don't know.

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Have downloaded the full version of Banned From Argo off of iTunes, and probably my best purchase ever, because YES.

Have given it some thought, after watching this video, and I think it could be adapted to fit a lot of sci-fi, actually. SGA, anyone? Hm. I couldn't find an actual good TOS video made to that song. I think I need to learn to make mvs just to rectify this problem. and then I will go ahead and make a TW video about Jack to "My Shiny Teeth And Me," and a Janto one to "Ain't no other man," and a Boomer video to "Always a Woman." And also a general BSG video to "We're Not Gonna Take It," because that needs to be an action video.

Goin to symphony, and then it's home for Rosh Hashana.

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Actually my computer refuses to acknowledge that it is plugged into the wall, and stubbornly remains on battery power. Eema freaked out when I told her, I still don't know why.

But anyway, she said she'd do my grocery shopping for me this week, which is the nicest thing ever, and also means that I can afford Worf's immunizations.

Had a dream about Starbuck, and Baltar, and a crazy bus driver and having jester tattoos on the inside of one's skin and being lost while late for orchestra, and a zoo. Was entertaining, but Worf kept waking me up during the night.

Must finish work & go home already...

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You know what phrase I have never understood? "Butter wouldn't melt in his/her mouth." Meaning they look innocent.

...what on earth does that even mean? Does your mouth get hot when you feel guilty? What?

Haven't had a day off in what seems like forever. Need to run so many errands but I'm never awake/free during daylight hours, so yeah. Dunno when I can do all those things, like file my teeth and vaccinate Worf and bother Schuler's to give me Victory of Eagles, already.

Also need to practice. Have bought Mozart Sinfonia Concertante (Eh Jess? Eh?) but will not have time to do anything until at least after I come home from DC.

Oh, and Blue Lake was wonderful, these three little girls kept correcting their mothers when they referred to me as "she." And Starbuck. Will discuss later, when not at work, oops.

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thanku fo be my frind.

Fandom meme!

There are thirteen questions behind the cut. You have to pick ten characters from any fandom before looking at the questions and then answer them.

Um, I didn't actually mean to pick all men. Just happened that way. Guess I'm feeling particularly gay tonight, or something.

1 Mal Reynolds
2 Temeraire
3 Bill Weasley
4 Doumeki Shizuka
5 Scott Summers
6 Will Turner
7 Harry Kim
8 Lee Adama
9 Gilad Pellaeon
10 Geoffrey Tennant

Don't click until you've written down your characters. )


For Pavel

May. 12th, 2008 08:44 pm
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&anyone else who may favor the Imperials, because Piett! &Vader! Being all pre-battle-rice-y, in their own little way.

Because it should be recc'd again: FordxMarineBiologist4eva. Because sardinas, and a tiger cub that is a shark on the inside.

And this is one damn powerful piece about literature, and its power, and Hugh going back to the Borg, except that it is BSG prequel fic, about a Six. Not Baltar's Six, a random Six that we probably never meet in canon, which is too bad, because this Six!

And also, I'd never even heard of Torchwood, except that there is apparently a tea boy named Ianto who may or may not have something going on with some sort of cowboy named Jack. But you don't need to know anything at all about Torchwood, or TURCHWAD, as I will now forever think of it whenever it is mentioned because this fic is win. It also may or may not be the authoress with a dearth of brilliant Discworld!fic; I'm not remembering right now but it doesn't matter because FOR GRATE LOLZ:

And then there is this. This is by Soujin, whom you may have heard of because she has a well-deserved fanclub, and I definitely thought that I was the only one in the entire Shakespearean fandom who had ever conceived of Fortinbras/Horatio. (Mostly because they're the only ones alive at the end.) For anyone who has ever had to work through a fever, and struggle to keep your mind and body functioning when you really should be in bed, this is so exactly what it is like, only worse and painful but full of strange and terrible beauty, also FORTINBRAS IS A SEXY THING.

And I said to her, "I can has sequel?" And because she's just the most awesome thing ever, yes, there is sequel. And again it hurts like the very devil but it's just so pretty, and look! I totally thought I was the only one in the entire Shakespearean fandom who liked Osric, and thought that he deserved better treatment at the hands of his sovereign. And Fortinbras continues to be a sexy thing zOMG.


Am Sick.

Mar. 24th, 2008 12:21 am
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Stayed home and started re-watching Battlestar Galactica season 1. Eema was home for the beginning and end, and kept asking me questions so that I had to pause and explain. Normally I am happy to do this, because I like it when Eema's interested in things I like, and this is usually pertaining to Star Trek. But I cannot take being interrupted during BSG, no matter that I've seen it before, because MULTIPLE DREYDUS CONTACTS AHH and I cannot pause to explain why Adama is mad at Starbuck, HE JUST IS OKAY.

Massive pounding headache and I get that Vitamin C is a good thing but if I drink any more orange juice I will start peeing orange.

I leave you all with that lovely image.

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Audition tomorrow at 10:30 AM.

The sad part is, I would be absolutely in love with this symphony if I didn't have to play it well by tomorrow. I want so badly to stay in this orchestra. Aaaaa. Aaaaa. *dies* eheu.

Am listening to it on Rhapsody right now: It's so ******* beautiful. Dr. Mr. Professor Maestro Gregorian-sama is going to feel really bad about kicking me out and I don't want to do that to him, I don't want to put him in that position.

How I wish I were good.

Today, in addition to three and a half hours of orchestra, I had an hour lesson and I practiced. Lots of hours, though I didn't really count. Four. Five. Six. Who even knows. I sat in the jacuzzi for a while for the soreness in my neck/back/shoulders. My fingertips are still black, and a little tender.

(Copland's Billy the Kid makes me think of Caitlin. I'm not sure why.)

(We also sight-read a marimba concerto that made Zach think of drugs, Jessica think of sex, and me think of Daniel Purisch.)

The clarinetist who plays the solo at the beginning of the second mvt is the same one who played the Mozart Clarinet concerto with us (the phil) last cycle. Also the second chair second violin is TIGRIN. Heart Tigrin. The other Friday when we had sectional, the first chair was gone and he was sitting first and he called me up to sit by him. Seriously. I have no idea why. It was one of the most terrifying and thrilling and awesome experiences ever. After the rehearsal I was so stoked I ran and danced and twirled and sprinted all the way to Michigan Flyer, and ran around telling everyone. There may have been squeeing. (Tigrin is so cool, and nice and friendly, also HE COUNTS MEASURES IN RUSSIAN. When I told Eema she tried to count in Russian, or at least in Polish, but it came out in German. Go figure.)

Today I asked Tigrin if the E naturals were a misprint, and he started to explain to me the rule about how if there is an E natural earlier in the measure than it is still and E natural, which I obviously know and so I said no, I mean that there is written in a flat; why? And he asked Gregorian-sama and it turned out to be a misprint and Tigrin thanked me for asking. In retrospect I probably should have let him explain, because then I could have listened to him talk with his accent, but I did not want him thinking that I do not know that rule. He shared a stand with me for two hours; his opinion of my playing is definitely low enough.

(This is my favorite part in the piece, partially because I sit right in front of the piano and can hear all the cool things it is doing. You can't really hear it as well on the recording, which is too bad.)

During the sectional the inner circle and actually a good many people discussed things in Russian and I sat there and said "skripka" to myself, but nobody heard me. Which is probably good, because I'm probably mispronouncing it so that is sounds like a Russian swearword or something.

(My Russian vocabulary goes like this: Skripka. Kuoshka. Utka. Da. Nyet. Ya ustala. Privyet. Speciba. Kakdela? U visyo v'puryadkye. Zdrastvichya... Pachiyutka.)

I am hungry, and terrified of tomorrow. I hate auditions, I hate them. There is an entire page that I cannot even touch. And those awful four measures that he really likes. And I just know he's going to make me play both of those spots, and they are the ones I cannot play. Why can't he make me play the Oberon? Overture zur Oper Oberon? I rock at the Oberon! I totally do! I totally learned it in a terrible panic during the sectional while sitting next to Tigrin because I could not let him find out just how bad I really am. (I didn't think he was serious at first about asking me to sit there, I was just like "augh what" and he said "don't worry, I haven't had time to practice this yet, and so we can play wrong notes together," or something to that effect, but ahem, Tigrin's "not practicing" and my "not practicing" are kind of worlds apart, people.

(Frustrating thing kind of is, if I practiced properly I would be really good. But I suppose that is true of anyone and anything.) I really am glad, though, that I am second violin. If I were first I would have committed seppuku ages ago.

Bought BSG seasons 1, 2.0, and 2.5 tonight. Paul must come home so that I can stop fretting about Adama. Only everything's going to get worse. Darn it.

Have started watching Ambroise Thomas's Hamlet opera, and it is enjoyable. They change things. Like, this rather pretty guy with long hair comes onstage and Hamlet sings "greetings, oh my brother- for any brother to Ophelia is a brother to me," and I go "HELLO LAERTES" and then the guy sings that he is being sent to Norway in service of his country, and I go ".../VOLTIMAND. /CORNELIUS." And then he sings about how he is entrusting Hamlet with Ophelia's welfare and happiness. And I go, right. Liar. Also Hamlet's madness just after the play-within-a-play manifests itself in his climbing onto the table and pouring wine on his head.

The thing is though, Gertrude. Gertrude's makeup includes a prosthetic that extends her forehead to the top of her head. That's what I mean. It moves her hairline back to a straight line from one ear to the other. It looks very strange and is just so darn distracting; and I simply cannot figure out for the life of me why they would do that. Seriously. I do not understand.

Ophelia's dress has more buttons than most seamstresses will see in a lifetime. Also everyone in Denmark wears these giant hoopskirts. Klingon!Gertrude's is so big that nobody can approach her. We are talking about a good six foot radius here.

The piece is over, and I must go to bed. Wish me luck, or, barring that, a swift and relatively painless death.

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1. Everytime you get tea, no matter the flavor, you say out loud, "Computer. Tea. Earl Grey. Hot." oops.
2. You become addicted to Earl Grey tea. guilty.
3. You watch 5 hours or more of Star Trek every day... um. Shut up.
4. You decided that Spike TV is tolerable, because it plays 5 hours of Star Trek. it's true.
5. Suddenly, your sketch book and notebooks are filled with doodles of your favorite characters, or your own personal Vulcan character. Mmmmaybe.
6. You start rping as your favorite star trek character. ha! No!
7. You start a star trek rpg group. I don't! Hahaha!
8. Decidedly, rping isn't enough so you create an lj journal for your character that you attempt to update on a daily basis. I DON'T DO THAT I'M STILL COOL.
9. You think paying $50 for a TNG season is a good deal. oh wait no I'm not.
10. Hell. You'll settle for $70 as a good deal. This maybe no. But maybe yes, so darn.
11. You start buying dolls of your favorite charaters off E-bay. I'm not quite that bad yet.
12. You get a strong, strong desire to start calling your cats "Spot." But... Spot!
13. You believe Tasha and Data could have made an adorable couple. Well, I was a little bitter on his behalf when she was all "this never happened" because come on, he deserves more of an explanation than that, but really I think he's too good for her.
14. You believe that Odo and Kira are the cutest couple in Star Trek history. LUXANA/ODO FOREVER, Kira sucks. But I don't think I can keep that as a check for my coolness, because it just means I suck more.
15. You know the song, "Life forms" and sing it. Catchy tune, that. Yeah but I learned it from John. Except that's kind of worse.
16. You check the mail religiously, everyday, for your Star Trek e-bay items. No! No I don't!
17. You buy a pin that looks like the communication badge, and place it on your favorite hoodie or the proper location on the left side. I kind of wish. Then I hit myself in the head and die.
18. actually pretend its useable, and tap it in public, and talk out loud to your "Captain." I would, and then I would be so ashamed.
19. When your best friend buys one, you both take part in this. And one of you is labeled "Captain." and the other "Number One." I would never delegate a friend of mine to the role of Riker. Riker's dumb.
20. You recieve e-cards signed by "The Captain." I recieved an e-mail once from "John Hennessey, Esq.", which is pretty much the same thing.
21. you collect star trek icons for lj and other community sites. ...yes.
22. your pictures file is full of random images of your favorite characters. But they're so pretty!
23. Your little brother(or sister) is influenced into being a Trekkie. N/A, and I haven't converted anyone else.
24. You tell your mom you are cultured...because you watch Star Trek and learn about various Alien cultures. no.
25. watching the science channel becomes another hobby. I don't get the scifi channel, but I'd like to, because SG1 and SGA and I should probably see BSG at some point. But that has nothing to do with Star Trek.
26. A new interest/fascination in outer space occurs. Nah. Really I don't care much for astronomy.
27. You don't watch TNG only because of the characters, but because of the philosophical and pyschological themes that arise. Maybe a little. But I argue with them a lot.
28. You take out your elf ears, put them on, and tell your family you're a Vulcan. They were Vulcan ears and I pretended they were elf ears. So there!
29. You get a strong desire to design Futuristic clothing. It'd be better looking than their uniforms, that's for darn sure!
30. You begin to find older, balding men kind of attractive, but ONLY if they resemble Picard. Because he's sexy. Well, he is.
31. You tell your friends which crew member reminds you of them. I'm not that bad.
32. Jokes about physics are suddenly hilarious. This shouldn't count. They've always been hilarious.
33. You refuse to answer the phone while watching Star Trek...because it would be an interruption. Mmmyes.
34. OR. You do answer the phone, you scold the other person for interrupting your favorite tv show. Only if it's someone I know well enough to be rude to.
35. You wonder if contact with aliens is possible, and gaze up at the sky sending out mental notes asking, "Is anyone out there?" KRONK: Repeat after me- there are no such thing as space people.
36. You believe Data brings a whole new sexiness to gambling. OH SHIBI HE TOTALLY DOES. I mean *cough*. No! I can't even! Data gambling is the best thing ever, ever, ever! I fell off the sofa alternately cheering and cracking up.

Alright, so I've gone over to the Dark Side.

but i mean. come on. Look at this man. LOOK AT THIS MAN. CHECK OUT ALL HIS EVIL SEXINESS.

Gul Dukat is hott.



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