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Y'know, ever since the internet happened, back in, like, fifth or sixth grade, I've always hated the transient nature of anything on it. Because there was this beautiful Temeraire-esque story told from the perspective of the dragon Keska the Silver, who had just been assigned a new captain after the death of her beloved General Ashryn. The characters- Keska, Ashryn, and the new captain, whose name I've forgotten- were all so wonderfully fleshed out and had virtues and flaws and dude, for a piece of original fiction on someone's personal webpage on the internet that I found when I was, like, nine or ten, it was insanely awesome. Seriously, it was all very very Temeraire. I have my suspicions as to its author.

Anyway, it's obvs. long gone. Long gone. Wow, is it ever gone. I don't think I ever even knew the url, I always just followed a trail of links from Vivian Chang's webpage...

I wish I'd saved it. It was honestly very good.

I would save bits and pieces of discussion from the PPC boards, filk and fill-the-plothole and clever remarks and the entirety of The Great Sex Debate. I saved each and every AIM chat I ever had- there are over 200 with Paul alone (the one where he asks me out is number 14, IIRC). I save icons I like, drawings and pieces of art that I like, I missed downloading mistful's fanfic before she took it down, e-mailed her requesting it to no avail, and mourned for months before some charitable soul e-mailed it to me in response to my shameless begging in her journal. When Tanarian announced that she planned to take down her fic, I spent a panicked few hours saving all of it. I printed off S&A fanfiction, unfortunately missing out on a few of my favorites before they disappeared, and all of seperis' analyzation of ST:reboot with the accompanying discussion. I printed off The Dead Isle, before it gets edited, because I *like* it like this. I saved a poem or two from Ayano's site rainrain. I saved every scene with hints of Bart/Carry for fear that Sam didn't ship them and would later cut them out. I saved rallalon's In Human Hands. I saved Turning Point and Full Circle. I saved every production photograph of last summer's Macbeth. I saved various R&G fanfics. More recently, I save vids I like, though I was too late to catch many that I had loved dearly- the Defiant one set to King Nothing, Kirk/Spock set to Take Me or Leave Me, and the very first fanvid I ever saw and what remains one of the best I have ever seen, the Viktory set to Once Upon a December.

Man, every time I remember something having been awesome, and go to look for it again, only to find it gone- I hate that. I hate most when the *creator themselves* takes it down for whatever reason. I know I'm supposed to just respect their wishes in those situations, but I can't help but resent it. I can never be sincerly understanding when they're all like "oh, I hated that fic, I didn't want anyone reading it." Because, well- dammit, I didn't hate that fic and I would like it back plzkthx.

I ought to work as an archivist, or in a museum or something. I like to preserve things.

(where does today meet yesterday?)

Goodbye.
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Yeah, like that's even *remotely* spelled right...

Opera today was fantastic, totally. I woke up around seven-oh-two (oops) from ST:TOS/Torchwood crossover dreams, threw on my concert blacks, and was out the door by 7:17 PM. Since I hadn't had time to eat, I stopped to get coffee at the Grand River/Hagadorn Beaners at 7:22, was back in my car by 7:26, made it to Fairchild/Auditorium by 7:30, and drank it mostly while climbing the steps to the stage entrance. Read further in A Madness of Angels (man, that book is so cool) until it was time to go into the pit. And then it went really well, and I totally paid attention the entire time and did not mess up hardly at all, and also for the first time all week my back and arms did not try to kill me, because we have *no rests* the *entire opera,* and it is not like we can saw away, one must keep control the whole time and it's exhausting and during the dress rehearsals and last night's performance I've been counting measures until I can take my violin down for a few brief moments, but tonight I was fiiiiiiine, I could have kept playing forever. It was awesome.

Yay!

Then I came back to my flat and made delicious macaroni and cheese with rigatoni and am eating it in my soup-mug, also there is chapter three of Sam's I Were The Heavens-verse Jack/Ianto fic and, yay, it is made of glory.

I really like this opera, and will be sad tomorrow when it is over.

Goodbye.
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(Blue skies
Smiling at me
Nothing but blue skies
Do I see

Bluebirds
Singing a song
Nothing but bluebirds
All day long

Never saw the sun
Shining so bright
Never saw things
Going so right

Noticing the days
Hurrying by
When you're in love
My, how they fly

Oh, blue days
All of them gone
Nothing but blue skies
From now on)

They are pretty much an exercise in frustration. Of the one that's been plagueing me for the past week or so, I have metaphorically crossed out "Meijers," because Meijers, bless them, are open 24/7. I have bought some workout clothing and also, a new saucepan. (saucepan! I love my new saucepan! I keep going over just to stare at it, all "look, look, that saucepan, it is mine!" because I'm kind of the weirdest dork you'd ever hope to meet. Saucepan! I cannot wait to use it on something! Perhaps I shall make sauce! Or hot chocolate!) And, of course, groceries. I must now avoid spending money for a while. No more pizza deliveries/coffee. I will justify the expense of a ticket to Avatar if I can manage to find the time to go again, or possibly Sherlock Holmes, because from the trailer it didn't look like it would be to my taste but I've been hearing some good things.

Orchestra was kind of long because I was drop-dead exhausted, the kind where I try to focus on the music and the page shivers before my eyes and I spend all my will trying not to drop off. It's not a fun feeling. Neither is sticking one's face in the drinking fountain in an attempt to make it go away. It's all... "great, now I can't keep my eyes open AND ALSO I HAVE BRAINFREEZE."

Mmmm, reading K/S and it is my favourite kind of guilty-pleasure romance, because I adore those stories about the churning hopelessness of love long unrequited, the endless silent utterly helpless wanting, the aching useless knowledge that everything you are and all the world beside would still be entirely unworthy and nothing will ever change that, where even if contrary to all sense of reason you are one day granted their love in return, it will still be a long lightheaded deliriousness of fearful uncertainly, of too long spent convincing yourself not to hope to override it all at once, the persistance of but surely this cannot be allowed. One of the hardest lessons to learn in this world, I always think, is that loving something doesn't make it yours; in more specifically human terms, that you can love someone enough to be willing to die in agony if it will guarantee them a pleasant day, and still they will owe you nothing. And I love- love, love, love- stories about that kind of relationship, with the caveat that IT HAS TO END HAPPILY, OKAY. There can be pain and pining and angst piling up forever and I do love it but only if they end up together and happy. There needs to be comfort to balance the hurt, otherwise I just sit there bitching out the authoress for hours and am forever bitter and traumatized. I'm looking at you, damn modern!AU Kenshin/Kaoru fic where they get caught trying to escape to their new lives and she has to steal his memories to save his life, and also you, Viktory fic I read my freshman year in college, AUGH that was such a bad idea to read when I was already so very deeply lonely. But then I find a fic like Time Enough where there's that scene where Jack is pleading with Ianto not to distance himself and Ianto's just like "dude, why do you think I gave you that key in the first place, HINT: IT IS NOT BECAUSE I DO NOT LOVE YOU" and I have read it like a billion times now, and In Human Hands is still a WIP and I can forsee no possible ending that ends well and I'm terrified but I'm still hoping, and this K/S fic is a WIP too so-

here's hoping.

Also I have groceries now! I love groceries! I just made spaghetti with my new spaghetti and my new DELICIOUS SPAGHETTI SAUCE that has DELICIOUS GLUTEN, because I couldn't justify buying actual tasty spaghetti sauce until the jar I had inherited from Tamar had run out, so FINALLY. I have new delicious spaghetti sauce and it has mushrooms (mushrooms!) and it's delicious, also, parmesahn cheese and spaghetti cooked to delicious and I LOVE FOOD.

Also milk and honey! And orange juice, and tortillas and cheese and new salsa because they still have not restocked lime salsa, so we will see how this green stuff works out.

Aaaaaand another sleep-deprived day. Gorramit.

Goodbye.
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So, I need to learn how to make fanvids. this is just one of those things, because there needs to be a Kirk vid (with K/S overtones) to Mambo #5. It needs to happen, it just does, okay, and So I need to learn to make fanvids so that that can happen. Also Jack/Ianto to My Life Would Suck Without You (which yes, thank you, I *did* know and like that song before Glee got ahold of it, because there's a Buffy/Giles vid to it, shut up shut up shut up even Joss Whedon thought they had chemistry and had to keep telling them to Stop That) because the line "Maybe I got issues/But you're pretty messed up too" could be the title of a Jack/Ianto ship manifesto.

(Speaking of Glee, I finally got around to watching the finale. It was a bit of a letdown. I mean, I was looking forward to- if not resolution of plotlines I cared about, which, as expected, I didn't get- at least some truly enjoyable musical numbers. And the only one I liked at all was Mercedes' belting in the choir room, which was fun, but not what I was hoping for. I'd been hearing such good things about the sectional number, but it was just... kind of unmemorable. I dunno, am I the only person ever who doesn't think that You Can't Get What You Want isn't really all that great a song?)

Eema gave me the evening off today, so I walked home (I'd gotten picked up for orchestra) and went to sleep around 8 PM. Woke up around three, ate a quesadilla and am lounging around for a while. I'll go in a minute to Meijers, and then start in on my list of Things That Need To Be Accomplished, like buying strings and cat food and signing up for orchestra and stuff like that. I hate days that start in the morning, actually; I suppose other people are all like "I have all day until I have obligations" because I do, I've not got to be anywhere until three, but I think this is another one my sense of time messes up, because I'm all like "argh limited time that is shrinking by the second" because of course every time I look up, it's been another two hours, so it doesn't feel like I have any time in which to do things. Also this way I have to tolerate daylight, kssssss.

Back to living without weekends. Dammit, this summer I made Eema promise that I could have the occasional weekend this year, and of course I am grateful for things like having the evening off last night, or taking three.5 days to go see Mical in Colorado in February, but- a day off! One full day with no commitments, that is all I ask.

Meh. I'm not in that great a mood tonight. I just- am not looking forward to a good day. Too many things I have to get done that are not going to be enjoyable, and I'm just- ach. I dunno.

Six a.m. and black as pitch. I do adore winter. Please let's live in Alaska; I know it's not very likely but- just.

(Last night I dreamt I went to MSU and I could study and I was learning and attending classes and completing assignments and and. Sometimes I can't help but be a little bitter. BIOLOGY. It's so cool, and I have always wanted to study it. Even during the years when I wanted to be an actress.)

(Okay FINE, when I say "a little bitter" I mean sometimes I kind of hate the world, but. Y'know. Everyone does, sometimes.)

Avatar! How gorgeous is it? I kind of feel like every furry must have when they put CATS on Broadway; when I get then chance I will write up a tribute to all the blue characters I have loved over the years. Luthe! Thrawn! Chantho! Ruffalo! Oola! Mystique! Matilda! Al's Waiter! (Is this creeping people out? I often wonder if I'm just creeping everyone out when I say things like that, and they're just laughing to cover up the fact that they're uncomfortable.)

Seven-twenty and the dawn. Watching K/S vids and feeling a little better; have downloaded the song That's Not My Name off iTunes.

I tried to go back to sleep when I woke up at three this morning, I tried really hard, and I'm still tired and I could probably succeed if I tried again but if I go to sleep now there's no way I'm waking up in time for orchestra, let alone with time to get anything done before it. So that six-hour nap I had is just going to have to do me.

But I'm a bit better now; it's always easier to make me laugh when I'm tired, and I always feel better when I laugh. It's totally scientific and I suspect that it works even better for me than it does for most, because I laugh like a lunatic.

IT IS BECAUSE YOU ARE INSIDE A TUBA.

Goodbye.

OMG WORLD

Jan. 11th, 2010 05:51 pm
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WORLD WITHOUT END.

OKay so this would totally be all in caps but I figure I won't inflict that on y'all, okay, 'cause I like you, so be grateful.

...actually there may be some capslocking. I don't think I'll be able to help it. Fair warning.

OMG.

OMG OKAY. So you know, how I'm all like ALL TIME IS NOW and I live in the moment just 'cause that's all I really know how to do and yeah? Sometimes it's good because I pine less, I think, and I can appreciate where I am, and sometimes it's kind of lousy because when times suck I'm all like IT HAS NEVER BEEN DIFFERENT AND NEVER WILL BE EITHER, but then srsly? okay seriously when things are suddenly awesome it's like WHOA and WHERE DID THIS COME FROM and ALL THAT IS HOLY, CAN IT PLZ STAY FOREVER?

OMG Paul I love you beyond the telling of it and Eyal and Caitlin too and I know I'm just kind of stagnating right now and if I stay here just doin' what I'm doin' for years I will get unhappy. But right now that is just so effing unfathomable, okay, WHY IN ERU'S NAME AM I LEAVING THIS?

Because I just came from Symphony. I feel that there is no good way to insert the word "fucking" into the word "symphony," like, symfuckingony, or something, it doesn't work, but I kind of want to. Because

a.) His Highest Majesty King Jimenez gave me a big hug and asked me what's up and I was all "...!" because of course I can't think of words when people are that awesome at me
b.) ROMAN CARNIVAALLLLLE
c.) EEENNIIIIGMAAAAAA VARS.
d.) Jimenez is conducting us this cycle
e.) I'm sitting outside
f.) LEONARD FUCKING SLATKIN is coming to conduct us the Monday after next
g.) I'm sorry, did you not hear me? LEONARD FUCKING SLATKIN
h.) and also Jimenez is conducting us this cycle
i.) Jimenez is conducting us this cycle
j.) Do you know what that means it means that I get twelve hours of Jimenez!rehearsal a week, for a whole month
k.) Sectionals Wednesday! I love sectionals!
l.) and there was snow
m.) and the sky was gray and snowy and
n.) outside the massive wall windows of the orchestra room there was white West Circle with a tree with one stubborn leaf on top
o.) I am sitting with Carla, who is nice
p.) Jimenez is conducting us this cycle
q.) I think Gregorian is in China
r.) And and and, two hours are like *that* and it's just... noooo do not send us away let us stay and play morrrre
s.) Srsly srsly okay it are ELGAR and the ENIGMA VARIATIONS and also BERLIOZ ROMAN CARNIVAL OVERTURE.
t.) I woke up at 1:30 (thanks Worf) from Star Trek dreams (omg it was so much fun, cruisin' around space) and got out of bed and made food and ate it, so I was not starvinglyhungry and I could just focus on the fact that LIFE WAS AWESOME
u.) and also before I left Sam Storyteller (<3!) had posted The Justice League Of Cardiff Is A Stupid Name, and OMG, okay, Ianto, I love you, and also Jack, and also Gwen (WTFFF), and also Batman/Superman FTW, and
v.) See, this is what I mean, okay? I spent three weeks or so in a completely different world and life. Well, two weeks, two weeks were all HI MY FRIENDS I LOVE YOU ALL and one week was all just the joy of calm and routines and whimsy, and then I was like maaaaaan, I don't want this to ennnnnnd and then this other world was all like
w.) HI, REMEMBER ME? I HAVE
x.) TORCHWOOD, WITH IANTO
y.) ORCHESTRA, WITH JIMENEZ
z.) YOU LOVE ME.

Man, now my heart/lungs/everything in my ribcage is hurting with joy and awesome.

Never leave me.

Goodbye.
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Feeling oddly melancholic. Not pessimistic or depressed, just... thoughtful and slow and weighty. Missing things, places, people, experiences. Again, things I love are coming to an end and that's always a bittersweet thing. And I have many things I love that (chas ve chalila) hold no promise of permanence, and so I love them fierce while they are here. And things are changing, and I am changing, and time is passing, and it's autumn. That's it, that's the word I was looking for. I'm feeling autumnal tonight, and it feels beautiful and sad at once.

ALSO I HAVE THINGS ABOUT WHICH I WANT TO SQUEE. (well. That didn't take very long, did it?)

a.) Ianto! Ianto Ianto Ianto (Jack Jack Tosh.) I love his face. I love his expressions. And his voice, and his accent, and his cynicism and pain and strength and cheerful snark and his smirky smiles and his deadpan and his highly developed sense of the ridiculous. And I came up with a new fic idea for him, and it made me feel so good to know that I truly am capable of remaining actively faithful in my fannish love.

b.) It also is good to know about myself that I can keep promise to myself, and remain faithful in love to real people as well. To all of those that I love, even though many of them do not read this journal: I still love you. I still miss you. I still think about you constantly, and no matter what, no matter what, I always will.
There are many of them out there in the world that I love that I have not told. I'm sure most of them know anyway, because I am incapable of subtle, but perhaps some of them do not. And chances are I won't tell them, either, because it would seem creepy. But I rather wish I could, because would it not be a fine thing for them to know? To tell them, there is someone in the world who will love you unconditionally for the rest of their lives, even if you never see or speak to them again. There is someone in the world whose life you have infinitely changed for the better, simply by existing and being yourself.

c.) Macduff in seriously skintight black leather pants, a black tank top with no sleeves and some seriously muscled arms, a gray waistcoat, and a gold pocketwatch, doing some serious striding and posing and lounging and occasional crotch-grabbing on and around a smashed-up pile of planks.

d.) Horatio in a upswept-back hairstyle, spiky-star eyeshadow, very tight black pants, pointy shoes, a black suit coat partially buttoned over a bare chest, climbing and crouching and climbing ropes and posing and lounging and flirting and unbuttoning his suit coat and taking off his shoes and posing barefoot and wriggling his arse and thinking he's so damn cool.

e.) the Princess of France in a corset and ripped fishnets and one black-and-white Alice stocking and seriously spiky heels and a black leather skirt and

f.) BEROWNE AND LAERTES STRIPPING DOWN TO THEIR UNDERWEAR FOR THEIR FIGHT

g.) Polonius with a Scottish (Welsh?) accent rolling his r's being so unbelievably sweet and fucking adorable

h.) and Lady Macbeth singing-

i.) and Banquo/Portia with some seriously messed up power dynamics and holy crap I tried on that wedding dress and

j.) Laertes in unzipped trousers and a white gufya

h.) OMG PISTOL SHOTS OMG WAR OMG PRISONER OMG... OMG ARE WE SRSLY GOING THERE OH OKAY I GUESS WE ARE OH SHIT

oh oops that was suppose to be k oh well k.) Moth was kidnapped and made eternally young and I get that I mean hey I wanted to do the exact same thing except I wouldn't have thought of the goth!child!Tinkerbelle outfit but on her it's cute

i no wait that's l dammit l.) Polonius giving Moth piggyback rides I mean is this just a universal thing I mean it probably is, that girl is adorable

k.) I love that my first reaction upon having the Princess of France tell me to do anything is to get the urge to bow and say Yes Your Highness and then immediately obey, because dude Princess of France

I think I need to go back to Sesame Street oh well l.) Holy crap her dress just came right off didn't it wow that is some petticoat-corset-thing and oh... dude that's skin I mean the boys are already running around in their underpants but is this even allowed

m.) There is something telling about the fact that I am less worried about corrupting the nation's youth then I am disappointed that we couldn't find an excuse to rip Lady Macduff's dress off too

n.) WHAT THE HELL GRAVEDIGGER WHAT THE HELL WHAT THE HELL, THAT IS YOUR CROTCH

o.) okay I really thought I had just accepted my crossdressing kink as a given but dear god I can tell that that costume is specifically designed to not be attractive and yet it is what what what

n.) WUUUUUUHUHUHUUUUUUUUUU now theres a shout out

p.) also women in waistcoats will never not be hot

p.) also it does not hurt when they have curvy hips

r. for rosemary, rememberence, and also a dog's name) RAAAAAAAAARRRRRRR! RAAARRRAAAAAARRRRRRRRR!!!!!!! (oh holy hell)

s.) aw damn I'm on guard guess I'll sit here looking delinquent and smoking

f.) DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE DIE

t.) HAHAHAHAHAHA I blow out your lighter! HAHAHAHAHAHA I blow out your lighter again!

u.) HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA I stole your lacy pink bra! I think I will tie it around my thigh and pose some more like a sexy beast with a pink lacy bra tied around my thigh

w.) damn I look fierce *pose*

v.) I HAS A BUKKIT WATERING CAN

v.) *WATERS YOU*

w.) I have had adventures! hahahahahaha! I report on them with many embellishments! Hahahahahaha! I have done awesome things and been awesome and nobody is as awesome as me because I am just that boss and I made everything awesome and I did good right? You're proud of me right? Tell me you're proud of me now k?

x.) omg... omg Macduff you really do love all three of them and you've totally got human decency under all that hot black leather (SRSLY SRSLY DID I MENTION THOSE BLACK LEATHER PANTS THAT WERE APPARENTLY PAINTED ON I MEAN GODDAMN)

y.) WHAAAA BANQUO/PORTIA HOW... WHUT... OH OKAY IT'S ALL GOOD and dude how did you just make that adorable because it's kind of awful but also sweet? and hot?

z.) WHUT SHOES WHAA TEETH d'awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww Polonius ILU 4EVA please stride around in your underwear some more

q.) also DANCING.


IN CONCLUSION COUSINS GO TO STRATFORD EVERYBODY AND SEE A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM

EVEN IF YOU ARE ALL ELITIST AND THINK THE PLAY IS TOO LOWBROW

EVEN IF YOU THINK SHAKESPEARE IS A FORIEGN LANGUAGE

GO SEE IT

BECAUSE GODDAMN IT IS HOTTER THAN CURRY.

Goodbye.

(I dunno how that happened but hell yes, ONTD/GQMF Shakespeare. You know you wanted it. Deep in your secret hearts.)

...I'm sorry? But I amuse myself, anyway, so I'm not that sorry.
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and caught up on some Torchwood fic. Man, that fandom. I hope I never leave.

Also, Pavel: Mark y/n?

Goodbye.
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I like making coffee, I can pretend I am temping as the teaboy while Ianto and Jack go off on vacation and Tosh, Owen, Gwen and possibly Martha and John Hart or whoever keep an eye on alien activity. Also, I am good at it and it always comes out very tasty, at least by my admittedly not-very-exacting standards. So I made coffee and poured it into my pretty tall white mug, stirred it with my Canadian long spoon, and sat down to drink it. Then I went to orchestra, and work, and spent all afternoon and evening wondering why I was exhausted- shouldn't I be bouncing off walls?

Then when I got home that night I realized that my coffee was still sitting there on the table, and I had perhaps gone through all the motions but I had never actually drunk it. So I put it in the fridge for the night and drank it this morning, and lo, it was still very tasty.

Second quartet rehearsal was today, and it went much better in that I figured out what an eighth note was, so I mostly did not get lost. I tried to get them all to come out to dinner with me, because quartets really do play better together when they have a relationship as a group outside of rehearsal, but Nate was busy and Eli was reluctantly busy and then I realized I didn't have a car, because I overslept this morning and missed half of Symphony so I hid in the basement of the music practice building and watched Eliot and Parker get chased by police until wind-changing-break and then snuck into rehearsal for the Rachmaninoff. Which is lovely, btw, as always, even though the pianist (some professor or other) takes it hella slow at a more stately pace than I am accustomed to.

So I went to the office to meet Eema, and now am being told to go call people (Mrs. Smith/Paul) and get various meetings sorted out.

Philharmonic concert is tomorrow, oh dear Eru Illuvatar above, how did that happen?

Goodbye.
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a.) I cannot squee enough over Leverage to convey its goodness.
b.) sometimes I act like an idiot and later berate myself for it a lot. And by sometimes I mean "pretty much at least once a day."
c.) Hugh Cochran continues to dress with the best sense of style in the world.
d.) Vikram is my stand partner in Symphony! It is a marvellous thing.
e.) R&J IS FRIGGIN' HARD YO. On the other hand, breezing through Tybalt's Death is pretty much the best feeling in the world.
f.) I need new headphones. Mine are falling apart, which sucks because I really like this pair. I looked for a set like them at Meijers last time I was there and they didn't have any, but I will check again when it is not three in the morning.
g.) I get paid on Thursday. I have plenty of groceries, I paid my rent, I paid for lessons, I still have a quarter tank of gas, and the utilities bill is not due until after Thursday. It's just darned annoying to know that I cannot buy anything, not even a cup of coffee, until then. And I really should drive as little as possible. Oh well, it's good for me.
h.) Parker/Eliot/Hardison. Also Nate/Sophie. I'm terribly afraid that the writers will try to give Eliot a love interest, because they may be somehow under the delusion that he is not taken. Possibly Seven of Nine. (Holy crap- Data, Wesley, Quark, Riker, and Seven? What kind of favors is Hardison doing for the casting director?)
i.) Philharmonic is going to kill me a little. Augh solos. Augh, Jimenez has perfect pitch and I... don't. ):
j.) I have a quartet! Or at least, I have a violinist, a violist, and a cellist who have agreed to meet me after rehearsal on Wednesday evenings, and a couple of scores to learn with them. I'm hopeful. It would be better, though, if we could get ourselves a coach, because I'm never very good at, like, self-guided learning, and Nyssa isn't exactly a reined-in sort of gal.
k.) I made salsa-tuna-cheese quesadillas tonight, and lit candles and everything. I like Friday nights. Man, I'm such a pyro.
l.) I have the next disc of Life on Mars. I'm a bit reluctant to watch it. I keep clinging to Leverage and its cheerfulness and its happy endings and its feel-good themes, with its band of merry do-gooders and its unconventional family and its relative lack of angst. YOU SEE WHAT TORCHWOOD HAS DONE TO ME. Eh, not TW's fault, I know I know. I'm always like this. I like happy endings. I just do. THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH THAT.
m.) I'M NOT GETTING DEFENSIVE.
n.) I ought to just go to sleep. I work at 2:30 tomorrow and it'll be nasty, because of the stupid football game.
o.) I hate football.
p.) IT CAN BE COLD TIEM NAOW?
q.) I just like the letter Q, okay.
r.) brought to you by the number twelve!
s.) okay I need to stop now.

Goodbye.
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No cheerful squeeful Leora today. Blame it on the weather, and on the fact that I am still reeling from Torchwood COE and that feeling won't go away anytime soon. I'm doing well, considering- I manage not to think about it too much, and I'll settle comfortably into denial eventually, but until then the grief is rather crouched in the background poisoning everything. Don't ask about it unless you really mean it, because it'll unleash some floodgates.

Also frustration at my general inability to do anything ever, but if I'm not used to that by now, I'll never be.

ALSO AUDITIONS IN LESS THAN THREE WEEKS **** **** **** **** ****.

All of which combine to make Silent a sad panda, or at least a melancholy one. (It will get better, though, don't worry about me.)

Still... good things, things I love, things that will forever have part of my soul, are coming to an end. I... am not very good at handling that, though I know that I can survive it.

KEY CHANGE.

I've decided to watch all the Twelfth Nights again (Twelfth Night! Almost as slashy as Julius Caesar!), prompted by Paul and I watching the Branagh version because it was the only thing that neither of us didn't feel like watching the other night, and while I like some things about that version (hyper cheerful Mary! Stupid pretty Sir Andrew! Orsino being so lame, and his little "huuuuuh!" double-take noise when Olivia calls Cesario her husband!), it suffers from the same ills that plague most of Branagh's stuff- it's too focused on the dramatic, on the pathos, on the profound, and Branagh comes off as heavy-handed in Hamlet, nevermind in a whacked-out comedy like this one. At least no one let him run wild with the set budget this time- the Christmas tree is genuinely funny, and the fact that Orsino's Scenes of Lame are all in blue is a little bit hilarious, regardless of whether or not it was intentional. I have mixed feelings about Feste in this one- he does not in any way, shape, or form resemble my Feste as I imagine him and believe him to be, but I like him. So there. The music, though you just know whoever was in charge of the music is massively proud of the music and of being able to name-drop Paul McCartney, I think distracts more than it adds.

This morning, then, I started watching the BBC version with Felicity Kendall.

*TIME LAPSE*

OMG IZ DED OF KLEZMER.

Goodbye.
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It's raining still. It was drizzling when Aba drove me back to my flat around midnight- a few hours ago there was thunder and lightning, visibly forked, but that's gone now and the rain's just pouring down like it's got nowhere to be. Worf curled against my hip, and I made and drank hot chocolate the way I make it with cinnamon and clove and read good fic, with some rarer pairings that I really do like. The Doctor Who fandom is hard to get into, sometimes, because I have rather different ideas about how things ought to go than RTD (yeah, that's news) and it seems that most fans have this weird idea in their heads that they ought to listen to him. PSHAW. Anyway, the thing is that I am not very open-minded when it comes to reading things that are not my OTPs, which is too bad, because it means there's a lot of good stuff out there that I don't get to enjoy, simply because it's Ten/Martha or whatever. (Have discovered Waldo/Carmen Sandiego fic. It is perfect.)

Anyway, Dvorak 8&9 may have been my best CD purchase of 2009. Even though it's probably the first CD I've bought this year.

I've got a lovely long rambly entry about the opera and TW S1 two entries below, and it's me-locked until I get around to finishing it. I'm just telling y'all about it now so that I will feel bad if I don't actually go back and write about the operas and how valiantly I am resisting writing Katrina/Brom fic right now. Also about my electric stove fail, which doesn't seem to be getting any better.

I really ought to go to sleep, but I'm just so happy and contented right now. Do not want to move.

Goodbye.
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Yoter tov lagur im arba anashim betoch aron
masher leshalem shloshtalfim lirot lechodesh
al dira
shel cheder
vachetzi!

So today I woke up in my parents' bed at about, oh, three, three o'five, tried to convince myself that no, Rose was not out at my swingset with the TARDIS, wearing Jack's coat and attempting to find Ianto in the tent set up behind the bushes, failed, went back to sleep, had the tent collapse on me, woke up at three-fifteen, three-twenty, and was extremely confused as to why nobody was walking on my face and yowling fit to wake the dead. Slipped out of bed, shivered in the cold, threatened Jack Harkness with dire consequences should he attempt to do anything inappropriate in my parents' bed, found my clothes from yesterday, declined to wear them again, found my uniform, donned it, tried to wear my ballroom shoes, failed to understand how I had ever endured the pain, remembered with relief that it was forbidden to wear ballroom shoes out on the street, took them off, stood in bestockinged feet for a while, puzzling over what shoes I could wear, and finally remembered that the whole reason I was awake at this ungodly hour was that I was going to stop at my flat before going to orchestra, to feed Worf and pick up my violin, and could therefore select my shoes from there. I put mismatched blue socks over my stockings, tied my hiking boots, and had Adventures looking for my car keys before I remembered that Aba had left them in the car. Pulled out of the garage (garage! Adventure!), stood in the driveway for about two minutes figuring out how to use the garage door opener, and drove to my flat. They're apparently building something next to Prefect Rupej's offices, which I don't really approve of. Also the potholes are getting ridiculous, wtf Michigan. Worf was glad to see me (read: noisy) and I changed into brown corduroy pants and my plaid boyshirt, because while I do like my uniform, it goes with my black boots that really should not be worn in the snow. Drove to orchestra, parked on the SIXTH FLOOR of the brick-parking-ramp-connected-to-the-Marriott-by-a-skywalk, and heyyyyy the sixth-floor sign still says Luke Skywalker levels one and two, FOR THE WIN. Came up with awesome, awesome ideas for my epic!immortal!Ianto fic, TW14eva, found myself using the name Melynda Casement again, I don't know why I've latched onto her name with such fervor but apparently I have, whatever. Walked into the Union and asked the barista for a Tall Teddy Bear, changed my mind because I felt like drinking something bitter, asked for Eema's Tall-Vanilla-Latte-With-Skim-Milk-And-No-Foam. The barista making the drinks was new, I think, and said "here is your drink with as little foam as I can possibly make it," which was nice of her to get into the spirit of the thing even though I really couldn't care less about the foam, it's just what Eema says. Anyway it was like four-forty-three, so I didn't have time to sit and drink it, so I carried it in my glove but it was still hot and came up with more brilliant ideas for my fic-that-I-will-never-write, (static shock!) got my folder from my locker and sat down in the anteroom of the music building and talked to a wind player (oboe?) about uniforms and hearing tests until it was time to go in. We played Winiaowfsky and Kodaly and I enjoyed myself thoroughly, even though I really really really want to tell my stand partner, If you are accompanying a concerto, and your stand partner can hear you at all, then you are too loud. Am attempting to simply lead by example but it is wearing on my patience. That is okay, Pirate Violinist sounds amazing as usual, Jimenez is MADE OF WIN, Kodaly is still fun even though I suspect I am the only one who likes it. Walking to our lockers with Nyssa Byron asked her to clip the red thinger to the thing that he was holding, and I said "Carabiner," and he was like, "yes, that's what it's called, carabiner, I couldn't remember the name," and as we were walking on I sang "CHERUBINO LA VICTORIA," because I love that song, and Nyssa cracked up and was impressed, and then I taught her lulululululululuWHOAkarara tero tero tero carinar, and a little bit of pokavurhakelev. Would have gotten into heyoya but had to part ways, since because Eema and Aba are in Mexico I cannot be late to work. Came up with more ideas (pretending to be a telemarketer is fun!). Crossing the street I was engaged in conversation by a random stranger named Alyssa who was on her way to bible study and was cold and randomly friendly, and I walked past Chad unloading the flyer and Will from Green Cab driving someone, and Ken was there in the office and just as I walked in I had an ANAGNORASIS, okay maybe not an ANAGNORASIS but I finally managed to remember what the song was whose chorus had been stuck in my head for the last hour and a half, because I was sitting there playing the Winieaowfsky with one ear and going "what if I lost my direction?" with the other, and then I managed to remember "what if I lost my direction/what if I lost a sense of time," and then by the next half-hour I'd made it to "what if I lost my direction/what if I lost a sense of time/what if I nurse this infection/what if the worst is behind," and I knew that I had seen a Torchwood video to it, with Owen looking at the cannibalized skeleton/space whale meat chunk on the line about nursing infections (if you ask me they should have showed Katie's braaaaiiiiiin) and then was stuck for the next hour and a half on WHAT THE SONG WAS, and trying to work backwards from the chorus or something, and then just as I was walking through the office door my brain went FEELS JUST LIKE I'M FALLING FOR THE FIRST TIME, and I flung open the door and went "AHA! uh, hi Ken," and he was like ...hi. And I was all "I HAD COFFEE!" and he was like, "yes. I rather think I believe you." And then I realized that there was nothing to doooooooooo, nothing to focus all this energy on, so I went and got my violin so that I could fiddle or something, and he went home at eight or so, and then it was now.

TIME TO MOP. OM NOM NOM PINE SOL FUMES.

Goodbye.
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No, seriously. Too much Star Trek and sci-fi and all these characters with crazy makeup & prosthetics, and I eventually just get used to them until Klingons are handsome and Talaxians are cute and Cardassians are hotter than curry-

And then I watch Merlin. And who do I find attractive? Who do I take one look at, make grabby hands at my screen and go "PREEETTTYYYYY?" Is it Arthur, oh so blond and muscular? Merlin, all skinny and smiley and adorable? Morgana's entire wardrobe? Uther's patrician hardcore badassery? Lancelot's everything?

Well, alright, them too. But-

EDWIN MYRDDEN. GUYS, THIS IS TERRIBLY WRONG. I am *supposed* to take one look at this guy and go "oh, he is horribly scarred and disfigured, and as if that is not enough, he has a BOX O' BUGS." But nooooooooo, I have to go and think he's disturbingly hot.

I also think it's pretty much the most hilarious thing ever that Wales seems to have fewer actors than Israel. Episode one? Four characters- count 'em, that's four, in the first episode alone- from Doctor Who. One of them was in Doctor Who AND Torchwood. In fact, it was Gwen. I LOL'D. GWEN/BATMAN FTW.

Let me see, what else was I going to tell you all...?

Oh yes. LANCELOT IS PRETTY, OH HE IS SO VERY PRETTY, ZOMG. I have to say that in pretty much every version of the Arthurian Legends that I know, I hate Lancelot. Sometimes he only mildly annoys me, but I never *like* him. Until now, because AWWWWWWWW. He's all noble and chivalrous and brave and so very very pretty and oh-! I shipped him and Guinivere like MAD. They are totally awesome together and honestly, if Gwen marries Arthur and then cheats on him like a bandit with Lancelot I swear to that awesome dragon in the cave that I will do nothing but cheer them on. Because, yes, the sparks and the sweetness, they are there. That is a Lancelot that I can get behind. Maybe it's the lack of Christianity? The lack of Frenchness? Who knows, but I like him.

I HEART DRAGON. DRAGON, DRAGON, DRAGON. And spoilers for ep. 13 )

Okay, like, the thing with the actors and the makeup and I could have sworn I saw some of the props before too? OMG WTF BBC (WALES). The whole reason I watched Merlin in the first place was because the fandom overlap between Merlin and Torchwood was freakin' RIDICULOUS, people. I've never seen anything like it, unless one's a spinoff of the othe- WHY HALLO THAR DOCTOR WHO/TORCHWOOD. So please, have a little respect. If you create something for one show, and you use it on the other two, WE WILL NOTICE. If Tosh takes it home to scan books with before Suzie dies, don't hand it to her to pick locks with when Ianto's girlfriend is trying to kill you all. If it clones Martha, it can't read Beth's mind. If you give Jack a belt on the Gamestation, don't give it to Ianto to try to seduce Jack with. And if the cat-nuns are infecting New New Yorkers with it, don't infect Hunith with it. If the Slitheen show up in Camelot, I am out of here. I don't care how unsubtle your slashy subtext is. (DUDE THAT IS A TOTAL LIE I WILL PUT UP WITH SO MUCH MORE THAN SLITHEEN FOR VERY-NEARLY-TEXT SLASH LIKE THIS.)

Also that "griffin" is *clearly* a hippogriff, what.

Oh man Episode Ten! SEVEN SAMURAI FOR THE WINNNNN! Aw man, they combined Kid/Crazy Guy like Magnificent Seven did! They used the sticks! They used the fence! They used the doorjamb! They used the fire! They used the localized tornado- waaaaait. Okay, but they did use the rampant slashy subtext. Oh, wait.

Re: that subtext? Dear show: when you give us Merlin, in a fevered state, on his back and thrashing about all sweaty and panting, calling out "Arthur! Faster!", you have officially left the realm of subtext behind you. Hate to tell you.

So, yes.

Oh yeah- I realized that my student conductor (David, who is green and good) has Ianto's nose. AND NOW I CAN'T UNSEE IT, ARGH. Today he came in dressed in black and white with a black tie and told us that his wife said that he looked like a bible salesman, and he replied that he was going for more of a Reservoir Dogs look. And he takes every opportunity to talk about Vienna. I like him, he is green and energetic and talks about Vienna, and in another life could have been a contratenor bank robber.

Today Nyssa walked up to me and said "you have a job."
"Yes," I said. "Yes I do."
"Your job is to wake me up," she informed me.
"Oh," I said. "That kind of job."
"Yes."
"Okay." We walked in silence for about two seconds.

And then I bit her.

She woke up.

I'm sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of how awesome I am.

So before dinner at my house tonight I hadn't eaten for like forty-eight hours, because I was too tired to make dinner last night and I just collapsed into bed, and I called Eema like three times today to request steak for dinner. And then I got home and was told that I was dreadfully pale, and ate steak and felt much better, three cheers for protien! Huzzah!

I'm... kind of starting to rethink my decision to take Eema through Torchwood. I mean, I'd love for her to know what I'm babbling about, but... I don't think she likes it. And I'm not sure I see her opinion improving, because all the reasons that *I* like it are not reasons that she would like it for, so if she does come to like it, it will be for completely different reasons that I'm not even seeing.

She thinks Jack is handsome and likes watching him, which, yes, he is, but honestly, strong jawlines like his turn me off, but I love Jack so it's okay, and she calls Owen "Monkey," which, no. We're on episode nine and Ianto hasn't even pinged her radar, I don't think she really knows who Tosh is, and she likes Gwen. She doesn't even believe that the Stopwatch Conversation is proof of canon Jack/Ianto! WTF, do I have to show her Adrift early or something?

I guess the problem is that Torchwood is all about your imagination. You watch the show yes and then the rest has got to go on in your head. If Eema does like it I will not understand why.

I dunno. It's kind of highlighting the way that my mother and I have brains that have nothing in common in the way they work. I mean, she's my mother and I'm her daughter and we share a set of values and history and she's my Eema, but sometimes it just hits me how very, very differently we think. I can't wrap my mind around her mental processes, I just can't, and she can't really get her mind around mine, either.

Oh hey when the druid boy walked onscreen I totally went AUGH IT'S HIM, IT'S HIM IT'S HIM IT'S WHAT'S-HIS-NAME ARGH ARGH ARGH. And I had to pause and run around flailing in an attempt to remember his NAME. (And I was so totally, totally RIGHT. Ahahahahahaha!)

I like Merlin in the stocks! I like that he always keeps such a cheerful attitude towards it. It's sweet and is one of the main reasons I like him. Awwww, Merlin, I just want to wrap you in a fluffy down comforter and bring you soup. Good thick stew, before you waste away to nothing, poor skinny thing! ...Srsly, teenage boys provoke this in me now; it makes me feel terribly old.

I just realized- and please know that I love this fact- that when I was listing the reasons I shouldn't like Edwin Myrddin, I didn't even consider the fact that he was completely evil to be a deal-breaker. Huh.

Also Myrddin = Merlin what what? If they turn out to be long-lost relatives or something I will roll my eyes, show, I will roll my eyes hard. But then, he is- unfortunately- DED OF AX, so it is unlikely. It is, in fact, wishful thinking, because he is just so very cool. What? I like good villains. Or, well-done villains, anyway.

Also I think I need to compose odes to the fact that Ianto's first reaction to having a gun pointed at his face is to roll his eyes. Oh S2 Ianto, you are so frickin' hardcore and I'm madly in love with your stun-gunning self.

So... want a ficlet?

this may be part of something longer eventually. )

Goodbye.
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So Jack, after finding himself nearly the sole survivor of a horrific massacre, separated from the person he loves and with no one to turn to for help, joins Torchwood 3 in order to utilize its resources in his search for his lost love. Eventually the opportunity arises and he betrays Torchwood to chase after the Doctor.

Ianto Jones, after finding himself nearly the sole survivor of a horrific massacre, with the person he loves critically wounded and no one to turn to for help, joins Torchwood 3 in order to utilize its resources in his quest to heal his love. Eventually he is forced to side with either Torchwood or Lisa, and he declares that his loyalty is to her.

Of course Jack can't fire/retcon/execute Ianto. He's not that big a hypocrite.

Goodbye.
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Ah, Shakespeare, you do know that no matter what other fandoms I may run off with, you're the one I always come back to, right? I hope you do. You should know that.

My sisters and their friends taped a production of As You Like It when they were in high school. I played Adam and Touchstone. Audrey was originally going to be played by Sneakers, but was understudied and then replaced by an adorable Jack Russell Terrier puppy. Tamar was Orlando and Mical was Oliver, which meant that I never had a hard time liking Oliver no matter how evil he seemed. I was watching a version today and when the evil Duke was throwing Oliver down stairs and I was all worried about him because HEY THAT'S MY SISTER LEAVE HIM ALONE.

Also I kept thinking that Orlando and Ganymede!Rosalind were going to kiss after, like, every line.

I like that play. It's got lovely characters and I was laughing all throughout.

And now I think I should go write Torchwood AU fanfic based on it. Because that is where my brain is stuck. It's seriously like a broken record in here guys, it just goes "ianto ianto ianto, jack jack tosh" over and over and over again forever, except when it's going "ianto ianto ianto, jack jack rose."

Well, yes. Shakespeare is lovely and I think I need to go and watch some more, except later, because now I need to go to sleep if I'm going to wake up in time to get to the Wharton for rehearsal.

Goodbye.
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My life right now is a nice thing. I think if someone gave me a writing prompt that said "if you could change lives with anyone in the world, who would you choose?" I would write something to the effect of ARE YOU KIDDING ME, WHUT, NO. So... yeah. Contented!Leora.

I drove (all by myself! It was terrifying) to NCG and saw Twilight. Actually? I enjoyed it. The acting was good and they did a really good job of portraying high schoolers in that THEY ARE AWKWARD, ALL THE TIME, and Bella and Edward and everyone else was always standing around looking awkward and not knowing what to say and feeling kind of dumb, and I was like, hey, that is totally realistic. Up until Edward was all "YOU ARE MY LIFE NAO BELLA," but maybe it's just a vampire thing to get really creepily clingy. Another vampire thing, apparently, is the ability to button shirts instantaneously, and also mispronounce Debussy. (Place the accent where you will, it's still not de-boo-sy.) Also, I like RPattz, I really do, because he's a good actor, and in interviews he always seems like a really down-to-earth guy, and he very nearly made me like Edward Cullen, but I am never going to fangirl him solely for his looks, because really, he's not my type. On the other hand, Doctor Carlisle Cullen? zOMG. Sign me up for creepy vampire stalkings. ...between him, James Marsters as Captain John Hart, and Mark Harmon as Gibbs, I think I'm developing a thing for the older actors.

You know what else I liked? The baseball. Vampire baseball is hilarious. Actually a lot of that movie was hilarious, sometimes quite unintentionally, like the concept of sparkly vampires. And Cleolinda is right, the meadow of vampiric sparkles is shot like a sex scene. And I liked the evil!lady vampire, whatever her name was. Probably Victoria or something, Victoria is a good name for evil lady vampires. She reminded me a little of the White Queen/Snow Queen/whatever she was from Narnia, with her Slanted Fur Ruff of Evil.

Jacob was pretty and had long hair and dabbles in auto mechanics yey.

Bella telling... uh... the girl in the name tag gang who wasn't Jessica that she was a strong, independent woman also made me crack up. Because oh, Bella. Irony for the win.

I also liked their biology class. Anaphase! Metaphase! Planaria!!

Still not planning on reading the book. Xlormp is much better. Reread my paper copy of The Most Popular Book in the Whole World and was reminded how awesome it is. And GO TEAM CHRISTOPHER.

I am very sad that I can't seem to ever actually write down all the epic ideas I have for fanfic because:

-immortal!Ianto
-tailor!Ianto
-tailor-pulled-through-time-and-picked-up-by-Torchwood-One!Ianto
-x dates Jack and Ianto didn't go out on, and one they did, or, Ianto messes with Jack's head a lot
-Out of Time!Ianto
-Six!Lisa and Baltar!Ianto
-Six!Lisa follows Jack around
-sentient coffee machine/Ianto
-five women who missed Ianto while he was on suspension (sentient coffee machine, Myfanwy, Mainframe, Hub, pizzagirl)
-After the year-that-never-was, the Doctor accidentally returns Jack to the wrong universe, and in this one, Ianto Jones died at Canary Wharf
-Five times Suzie Costello noticed Ianto Jones
-Five people the rift brought to Cardiff who made it back home anyway, and one who didn't
-teenaged!Ianto falls through the rift and meets Torchwood Teaboy!Ianto, set while Jack's away
-Yvonne Hartman and Harriet Jones have tea. I don't know where that would go, at all, I just think they're both cool and should be friends.
-Torchwood Three Medical Drama AU. Come on, tell me you haven't thought of it! Every time Martha and Jack are like "oh, we were under the same Doctor" or something.

etc.

NCIS! I have fallen all in love. Also, I barely ship anyone at all. This is so rare. I think the last time I was all about the team!love, it was with Atlantis, and even then I was pulling for McKay/Zelenka. Well. With NCIS I ship Gibbs/Fornell like burning. They are just in my personal canon. They have had sex up against Gibbs's boat. And probably also in that elevator.

Ari, I am a little sad about you, because I was kind of shipping you with Kate. Yes I know that is twisted and wrong.

And the Abby/McGee thing is totally canon. I think the most likely thing there is that they are just good friends who have casual sex (and sometimes rather kinky sex, at that, and yeah McGee can be just as kinky as Abby) and are both totally cool with that. But really I just love that show, and every character on it. I've seen the entirety of the first two seasons and Yay. Also, freckly JAG lady? She's cool too, and if she wants she can form an occasional ot3 with Gibbs and Fornell.

Best line of the first two seasons? "Don't be silly, ATF lady." Ahahahaha Abby I love you forever. Also
Tony: What does this remind you of, Kate?
Kate (looks down at Abby's striped-stocking-clad legs sticking out from under the car): The Wizard of Oz?
Abby (not missing a beat): I'LL GET YOU MY PRETTY AND YOUR LITTLE DOG TOO.
She doesn't even hesitate. Ahahaha Abby.

Y'know, I keep forgetting that I'm not watching Torchwood, because it has a lot of superficial resemblance to that show, so I see Kate and Tony interact and I go aw, man, they're going to sleep together and it's going to be awful, because Gwen/Owen, but then it doesn't, and I was like oh yeah, this is NCIS, they actually maintain a level of professionalism, and also do *not* try to solve every problem by having ill-advised sex.

I am, though, spoiled by British television- or maybe it's only Torchwood and Doctor Who really- and its tolerance for alternative lifestyles. Also the internet. People in the Torchwood fandom do not freak out over teh gay sex, or over kink, or what have you. And when the NCIS agents get creeped out by homosexuals or transsexuals I just kind of go ...oh. right. America. American military. Damn.

That reminds me. Hamish Macbeth! Finished season two. Have I mentioned how much I love the citizens of Lochdubh? Lachie Jr looks astonishingly good in makeup, which is why I thought of it, also yay Lachlan Sr. for not panicking. Also Esme/Rory really may be my favorite television couple, just because they are so very into each other. I love that Macbeth describes Esme as the town's "schoolteacher and local sex symbol," and Rory as "her intended, I think." And I still ship Macbeth/Isobel like mad. I think I am supposed to feel bad about Alex, but I really don't. I never liked her from the beginning. She never seemed to belong in Lochdubh, and she never seemed to want to, either, and she and Macbeth just want such very different things from life, and from the beginning it was obvious to me that even if there had been something between them in the past, it was over now and there was no point in trying to recapture it. Also TV John. TV John is amazing and brilliant. Watching TV John mess with people's heads will NEVER GET OLD.

I saw the first four episodes of Upstairs, Downstairs. The ancient black-and-white one. And while I don't dislike it, I didn't love it, either, so I don't think I'll keep watching.

What else have I been up to? well. Um. Nothing really I guess. Maybe I can take my violin home and practice tonight, or something.

Goodbye.
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SAD FACE. MASSIVE MASSIVE SAD FACE.

Okay, so Ianto had some good lines (Candyfloss! My bike has a bell! Ambassador for Wales!) and I didn't even hate Gwen (coffee and Jack!) but that was mostly because I was distracted by the awful of the science (aliens that eat neutrons, but only the neutrons found in human bodies) and the drama and the stupid and the bad writing and argh.

Oh wait, there was one moment I hated Gwen. When they were like "so much death in such a short life" and I was like, wtf? Ianto's lost his parents and his girl and his colleagues and ALL OF TORCHWOOD ONE, what, like, two hundred people? and Gwen has lost... two co-workers. Um. Anyone else Gwen's lost? ...?

Yeah. I think I could have written a better radio play. On the other hand, Gareth David-Lloyd is going on my list of People I Would Pay To Hear Read The Phone Book.

Goodbye.

TURCHWAD!

Nov. 19th, 2008 11:07 am
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Finally, FINALLY caught up in Doctor Who and was able to start Season Two.

Martha! Whaaa! Oh, when she pulled out that disk and talked about South Africa I was just so filled with pride, because that was my Ianto, and my Tosh, they died to get her that information and they DID IT, then I remembered that that wasn't canon. And then I heard about Japan, and I was like, Hah, see, he had to burn an ENTIRE COUNTRY to stop Tosh. That is what it takes to stop Tosh. and then I was like, wait, not canon either. And then I was finally like, okay, Tosh and Gwen and Owen are stuck in the Himalayas but Ianto, oh, Ianto and Swanson and Andy are still in the Hub and they're rebuilding a massive... laser... plasma... cannon... thing, based on Ianto's eidetic memory of the time he saw blueprints back in Torchwood One. And they were all set up to BLOW THE VALIANT OUT OF THE SKY as soon as it came to retaliate against the rebellion that they and the British Resistance were going to instigate as bait, but Martha's attack just happened to come first, and the three of them remember afterwards because of the Rift that they were sitting on top of. And they tell Tosh, because Tosh can handle it. OH WAIT, still not king canon.

Also- DEREK JACOBI, there was no reason for you to switch bodies, dammit, Chantho, why did you have to shoot him, I would be mad at you if you weren't so hot.

Then I look at myself funny and go, dude, INSECT, and then the rest of me goes dude, BLUE SKIN, and the part that went You are attracted to a bug! pauses and goes, oh yeah, you're right, dayum.

But DEREK JACOBI you are so MADE OF ******* WIN!

And then- aaaah, John Hart, I knew, I knew I would love you, but I didn't anticipate Tosh being all bold- and the line about- ahahahaha, I knew it would be awesome. And it wasn't all good (GWEN. LOOKING AT YOU GWEN. OH YOU KNOW I AM LOOKING AT YOU) but John Hart, yeah, I approve of you, and of Ianto. As always. Also, Owen, you've been shot, sit down.

Mostly I was just confused by the lack of Nicholas. NICHOLAS. WHERE DID YOU GO.

Sleeper! As always, the main plot was terrible! But oh, ohhhhh we got so many great, great little moments with Tosh and Owen and Ianto. Tosh hacking! Hacking obscenely! Ianto phones! Owen propositions! Tosh! Ianto! Owen! IANTO! ...Gwen being useless.

TTLM. Oh, Tosh. Oh, Tosh, this falling for the really wrong people thing? And the whole... anyone you love is alien/evil/dead/all of the above? I wish it were less of a trend. Tommy isn't even that cute. (Gwen is still useless.)

If I were a better writer/knew more of history, I would write about his days waking up, and how the team changes around him. (also why he doesn't seem to question that Jack's been there the whole time, um, hello.)

still- look! Jack/Ianto! (Jack I know you idolize the Doctor like mad but srsly his whole complete inability to say "I love you" straight out is not something you really want to emulate. I swear.)

And Gwen just thinks it's all about her! *mutters British curse words*

Oh- would like to point out. Shooting someone while they've got a gun to someone else's head? Even if you're a really really good shot? Not the thing to do if you've any interest at all in keeping the hostage alive. Of course, it's quite possible that Jack just doesn't care. Oh Jack. Jack Jack Jack.

Now stop flirting with the useless stupid bird with the eyes and realize that Ianto is a KEEPER. Because if you don't then you'll lose him. (but not to Nicholas, because he'd sooner rob a bank, but he still belongs to Ianto. Torchwood too, but Ianto.)

And- after KKBB- Ianto uses wax in his hair, not styling gel, Ianto shaves with a disposable razor, Ianto has great towels.

*jumps up and down a bit more*

yeah, yeah, it's a horrible show, but hey. Eye candy.

ETA: And OH YEAH, thanks Britian, I'll have you know that we could still kick your arses at... uh... *long awkward pause* Well, look, we've elected Obama now, in a few years you're going to feel really bad about all that in The Sound of Drums.

Goodbye.
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I just thought of this-

I was just working on the manifest and thinking idly about Torchwood and Ianto and Star Trek Voyager and then BAM it hit me-

And my fingers flew off the keyboard and eyes went all wide and I inhaled so hard I nearly snorted my nose into my cranial cavity(can that happen?)-

YOU KNOW WHO COULD BRING ROSE BACK?

YUUKO.

SHE'D EXTRACT A HEAVY PRICE BUT CAN YOU JUST IMAGINE THE DOCTOR WALKING INTO THE SHOP OF THE DIMENSIONAL WITCH...?

YES. YES YOU CAN AND YOU KNOW IT WOULD WORK. IT WOULD BE AAAAWWWEESOOOOOME.

(also, Watanuki!)

Back to the massive mountain if filing that awaits me. darnit, I usually manage to avoid being the one to do the filing, these days.

---!!!!!!----

EXTRA THOUGHT. PRICE COULD BE- ONE PERSON GOING, ONE PERSON COMING BACK. SHE COULD SEND MICKEY BACK! SHE COULD SEND MICKEY BACK TO JAKE- ROSE COULD COME BACK TO THE DOCTOR- WHAAAAA.

*flails*

*forever*

Goodbye.

okay, so

Nov. 13th, 2008 04:59 am
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I get that RTD reuses names like it's going out of style (was it ever in style?) but this just occurred to me.

Yvonne Hartman.

Yvonne = feminine variant of John.

Hartman. Hart.

Yvonne Hartman. John Hart.

...

In other news, Martha! Hello! I like your hair! I really like your hips. But you can never compete with the cats in New New New (etc.) York. Novice Hame! Flanagan! Cats are really hot! ...I'm weird! But we all knew that!

Cheers for the little-old-lady lesbians, points deducted for homophobia still being within living memory in the year five billion and some. Points also deducted for the men always being in the driver's seat, and for the wives being weepy and useless and the ones who bring up "THINK OF THE CHILDREN." My jury is still out on the witches, because you have folklore on your side there. I approve of there being a Shakespeare episode, I disapprove of the idea that Hamlet was written in any way in honor of Hamnet. I was actually just telling Paul that it annoys me when people try to make inferences into Shakespeare's life from his works, like who he was in love with because of his sonnets and whatnot. One can write what they don't feel, and the purpose of art is not to provide insight into the artist. Mostly I am just madly jealous that Martha got to go see a Shakespeare play in the original and talk to the man himself and WHY didn't she just start asking him questions?!? (because it's only a TV show and they can't actually presume to provide definitive answers.) Oh and MAJOR POINT DEDUCTION for the Christ symbolism. I cannot stand Christ symbolism. I think I hate, a little bit, that I now know enough about Christianity to spot the Christ symbolism. At least when it's not subtle. And by the way, Who? Not Subtle. Martha and the Doctor in the bed, with the whole... right in front of me thing? Not Subtle. NS. Ach, this whole situation with the Doctor and Martha really just reads as a recipe for disaster, to me. Martha recognizes that the Doctor is so, so not over Rose and isn't going to be for a long, long time... and falls for him anyway, and it's just like, oh dear, Martha, I get the lure, I really really do, but you are setting yourself up for a world of heartbreak and I just hope you know what you're getting yourself into.

I didn't used to be able to spot Christ-symbolism. Not in Narnia, not in Jonathan Livingston Seagull, and I didn't even see it coming in the Jungle Doctor. My sole experience with Jesus had been something to do with bubble baths and a musical in which all I remember is that he was singing about being dead and I was going hang on, why are you dead? What killed you? You were just standing there. And why are you still singing?

I was so looking forward to seeing Queen Elizabeth be awesome! And she wasn't. And I was like, come on, that's Queen Elizabeth, she pwns everyone, and they didn't let her. and it's like come on, you spent all that time watching witches spin around in the air, let's cut some of that and spend a minute or two on the awesome that is Elizabeth I. But they didn't.

Going to sleep. Have bought milk, and onions, and biscuits, and $14 rosin. It's green. Don't ask me, that's all they had and I need rosin.

Goodbye.

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