masterofmidgets: (om nom nom)
OMG, dinner tonight. I didn't even realize how badly I've been craving fish until I had it on my plate. It wasn't even supposed to be on the menu - I've been kind of vaguely jonesing for pizza all week, and frozen pizza is always nice and easy - but when I got to the grocery they had a couple of yellowfin steaks still out that were within my budget, and, well, I yielded to temptation. With no regrets at all, it was a lovely piece of fish. Seared with cracked pepper and lemon juice, and a side of fresh snap peas and pasta with garlic and olive oil? To die for. It's a good thing I eat alone, because my enjoyment of this meal was positively indecent. :)

To Do This Weekend:

- clean the bathroom (oh god, our bathtub, don't even get me started)
- laundry
- things of a breadly nature
- get a listing up to sell my fridge (incidentally, anyone looking to buy a mini-fridge?)
- reading for short story class/remix class
- watch kabuki film for ghost class
- football!
- get my mom a list of hotels in the area
- work on my Sherlock project (so excited about this!)

To-Do List

Sep. 13th, 2010 01:29 pm
masterofmidgets: (lazy sunday)

Things to Do Before We Leave Tomorrow:
  • bake sandwich buns for dinner and the trip
  • wash all the clothes
  • sort out the books I'm taking from the books I'm leaving here
  • get three more cookbooks' worth of recipes typed up on the computer
  • print out vaguely important documents
  • make sure the electric wok is with the rest of the cooking stuff
  • set my Facebook football team to a 24 practice
  • find my chopsticks
  • pack my stuff
AUGH SO MUCH TO DO. I HATE ROAD TRIPS.

masterofmidgets: (but I'm having fun!)
Things To Do This Weekend (I am hoping putting it down in words will make it easier, plus if I don't y'all can thump me for being an idiot)

1. Write AmLit paper on...something.
2. Buy groceries for Yaoi-Con
3. Contact Student Services about getting the hold off my registration
4. Contact Student Services about that thing where I am totally 100% ready to declare my major if I knew anyone who would be my advisor
5. Dye my hair purple. Or pink.

PS: Invincible Iron Man #19 - Oh Tony, you brilliant bastard. ♥
masterofmidgets: (Steve/Tony)
A Few Books (And one short story) That, Years Later, Still Evoke Strong Memories

1. (george) by E.L. Konigsburg.
Konigsburg is much more famous for Jennifer, Hecate, Macbeth, William McKinley, and Me, Elizabeth (lonely girls try to be witches), From The Mixed-Up Files of Mrs Basil E Frankweiler (brother and sister run away from home and live in the Met), and The View From Saturday (kids bond through some kind of knowledge bowl and also tea drinking), all of which are brilliant - TVFS has sea turtles and Alice in Wonderland and calligraphy and is so much love! but this is a very strange, very interesting book about a boy genius, his little brother, and his concentric twin who talks to him and/or through him. Also they break up an LSD lab. Yeah, don't ask. But it's fun!

2. Afternoon of the Elves, by Janet Taylor Lisle
The protagonist in this story lives next door to Sara-Kate, the town odd girl - everyone knows she's a bad seed because the house is in disrepair, the yard is a tangled mess, and she goes everywhere in a dirty overcoat and combat boots. But Kate manages to convince her neighbor that there are elves living in her yard, and the two slowly become friends while building a village for the elves to live in. This book is lovely - it's apparent right from the beginning that Kate has created this elf fantasy because things are very much Not Right in her home...and yet, there's still this part of you that wants to believe, maybe, it isn't a fantasy.

3. The Amber Cat by Hilary McKay
The second book in a series about Robin, whose father is dead and whose mother runs a Bed and Breakfast out of half an English coast house. The other half is a rather unusual family - well, the mother and father are ordinary enough, but the children are Perry (Peregrine) and Ant (Antoinette), the twins, Beany (Elizabeth, who once said she wanted to be a broadbean), and Sundance, who is Sundance. Also the dog, Old Blanket. I don't remember the first or the third books so well, but this is a peculiar little (ghost) story, told half in flashbacks as Robin's mother tells a chicken-poxed Robin and his friend Dan about the summer she,  her two cousins, one of whom was Robin's father, and the enigmatic Harriet built a raft to sail out to sea.

4. The Snow Spider  by...Jenny Nimmo
This story was...well, very, very Welsh, and beautiful, and mesmerizing, and heart-breaking, and many other adjectives that I won't use. But basically, on his birthday, Gwyn's grandmother gives him some rather strange presents, including a brooch, a whistle, a piece of seaweed, and a broken toy horse, because she thinks he might be a wizard like his ancestors, and Gwyn decides to use these gifts to try to bring back his sister, who disappeared up in the mountains during a storm one night. Readers of fantasy may not be surprised to know that this does not go as well as Gwyn might have hoped. And apparently this is part of a trilogy, which I never knew.

5. Drawing the Moon featured in Bruce Coville's Book of Nightmares, by Janni Lee Simner
Okay, if you're a kid of a certain age range, and into science fiction and fantasy, (as I was, and am, and probably will be for the foreseeable future) there's just certain authors you will end up reading, and Bruce Coville's pretty much at the top of that list. And among all his solo novels, like Aliens Ate My Homework, Jeremy Thatcher, Dragon Hatcher, My Teacher Is An Alien, and Into The Land of The Unicorns, to name a few, he also had a number of anthologies of children's/YA fantasy/scifi/horror. Probably Jane Yolen was involved. Anyway, one of those anthologies was BC's Book of Nightmares, and one of the short stories was Drawing the Moon. I read this once - could never find the book again - when I was 10 or 11, and damn, but it still gives me shivers down my spine. This isn't a scary story, really, so much as a terribly disquieting one, about a boy who can't stop drawing the moon after he and his sister see their parents murdered by a mugger - except he thinks this is a lie, that the moon took them instead. Dark, dark, dark, but very good. Looking this up, I found that Simner has also written several other short stories I remember fondly, especially Windwood Rose, about a girl named Miranda Woodwind Rose, who wants to be normal but hears music in her head.

Three Songs About Superheroes, And One Arbitrary Folk Song

1. The Stars Shine In The Sky Tonight by The Eels

I can't live in a world that
you have left behind
seems I've been through too much
but this is where I draw the line
it's not where you're coming from, it's where you're going to
and I just want to go with you

I saw this in a Tim/Kon video, and it works well for that pairing. But this is also a song about Booster, after Ted dies, and about Tony, after Steve dies, and about Jack, in the distant future when Ianto has died, and well, any other character in my fandoms who has relied on someone to be their strength and now finds themselves having the face the world alone. Mostly it's just really pretty, and really sad.

2. I'm Going To Stop Pretending That I Didn't Break Your Heart by The Eels

You see I never thought enough of myself to realize
that losing me could mean something like the tears in your eyes
and I wanna tell you I'm sorry and it's too late to start
but I'm going to stop pretending that I didn't break your heart

So one of my recently acquired fandoms (I've been expanding) is Blue Beetle/Booster Gold, aka Ted/Booster, from the DC comics verse, which is a surprisingly upbeat and fluffy, crack-inclined fandom considering it didn't really get off the ground as a fandom until after Ted died in canon. However, as much as I love the crack, this is a rather sad song - Ted, post-death, realizing how much losing him actually hurt Booster, and what that means about how Booster must have felt about him that he'd never seen when he was alive.
not that he won't be coming back for real, right DC?

3. Left and Leaving by The Weakerthans

Memory will rust and erode into lists
of all that you gave me
with blankets and matches, this pain in my chest
the best parts of lonely
duct tape and soldered wires
new words for old desires
and birthday card I threw away

Aside from being generally gorgeous, this song is utterly Tony Stark, aka Iron Man, in every way and then some. It has lines that evoke his heart condition, his drinking problem, his serious self-esteem issues, his regrettable and irritating actions in Civil War (and how conflicted he was, at least from my reading of CW canon), his armor and his issues with that, and of course, his intense, massive love for Steve, aka Captain America. *hearts*

4. Ned of the Hill by Kate Rusby and Kathryn Roberts

Dark is the evening and silent the hour
who is the minstrel by yon lonely tower
whose harp is so tenderly touching with skill
oh who can it be but Ned on the Hill
And he sings, "Lady love, will you come with me now
Come and live merrily under the bough
I'll pillow your head where the light fairies tread
If you will but wed with young Ned of the Hill

Toss-up between this and Andrew Lammie  as the folk song of the week (well, and John Barbury, but that inexplicably has a happy ending, with the girl getting knocked up and then the guy neither dying or running off but coming back to marry her), but GAH. KATHRYN ROBERTS' VOICE, IT IS SO GORGEOUS. ALWAYS.
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Some things I learned today:

No matter what I do, my grandma will never be able to grasp the concept that when I have headphones on I am listening to music, and thus am not able to hear anything she says. We will never be able to stop having conversations that follow this general script.

Grandma: blah blah blah
Me: *notices her mouth moving silently and takes off headphones* Huh? 
Grandma: *is obviously annoyed at my inattention* blah blah blah

Geting bashed on the head by a falling curtain rod is painful. Also, it is almost impossible to put a curtain rod back up without standing on the bed; you just end up looking like a spaz. 

Even when you pair it with yaoi in an amv, which should make anything good, rap is still annoying and stupid. So are songs from The Sound of Music.

Cloud getting tentacle!snuggles from Sephiroth and Zack sounds bizarre, creepy, perverted, and just flat out icky, but is actually quite adorable. Really.

Nothing I write will ever end up as short as I think it is going to be. Ever. Just not happening.

Trying to use a knife that is up-side down is both a) ineffective and b) quite painful and bloody. Neither of which is really a good thing.

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And rather a lot more sex than I do...

Well, anyway, I promised a list eventually, and I realized I was starting to lose track of them again, so I figured I should probably do it soon. These are the voices in my head. They serve a variety of purposes. Some of them are aspects of my personality. Some of them are muses of various sorts. Some of them just annoy me or keep my company. Some of them are there solely because they were dating someone else in my head. And some of them...I have no idea, I really don't. So, a list, in no particular order whatsoever.

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Okay, so I was sitting here doing...mostly nothing, actually, and I started thinking - why do I even have a livejournal? I've had it for at least 6 months and I've NEVER posted in it. Because I fail at life. Or at least at journaling. I think I originally got it so I could read lemons, when the need arose, which is such a good reason, and for the most part, whenever I feel the need to rant, I've been using/abusing the Notes application on Facebook. But today I am bored, and I figured, I should actually use this fucking thing. Yeah. So.

Roy and I went  to the high school today to see Ms Davey and Ms Shimada. Why is it that the really easy things always end up becoming epically hard? The secretary at the front desk was an utter and absolute bitch - not only would se not let us in, but she REFUSED to call Ms Shimada so that she could confirm she was expecting us, which she was, since the same bitch told us last week we couldn't visit without an appointment with a teacher. So we left, went back to Roy's house, and spent a desperate half-hour calling Ms Shimada, Ms Salgado, Ms Davey, and Al, all to no effect whatsoever. Finally we gave up, went back to the high school, and tried to sneak in the back. However, we are totally wimps, and chickened out after like 5 seconds. We have this bizarre apprehension about being arrested and going to jail. However, after that, we went back and gave the secretary uke eyes until she finally gave up and agreed to call Ms Shimada, who of course said she was expecting us, so we did get in in the end.

Getting to see all our old teachers was a lot of fun, really. Ms Salgado was so happy to see us - I love how excited and upbeat she is just all the time. And then Ms Shimada dragged us in front of her class and made us say something about the college application process and stuff - it was hysterical, me and Roy trying to give these kids all this sage advice while we were cracking jokes and making fun of each other, and basically our advice boiled down to "Don't procrastinate (Ms Shimada reeeeeeally started laughing when I said that - wonder why?), take a lot of AP classes, and expect to go clinically insane." Oh yeah. We're helpful. And then Ms Davey did the same thing. Her class was huuuuuge, and it was adorable, they all looked so terrified and confused. We weren't quite that /hopeless/, I don't think - most of them haven't even taken AP before! But still, we gave them some exceedingly silly advice, and then we stayed to chat to Ms Davey, which was a lot of fun. She thought my SLE program sounded AWESOME (which it is), and she seems to think Roy is going to have some kind of uber-meltdown very quickly (which she is). 

And to top it all off, we were stalked by a Crystal Springs truck. Really. It was strange. It was parked in front of Roy's driveway when we got to her house, and then it was turning down a side street when we went back to the high school, and it was going the opposite way on Broadway when we /left/ the high school, and Roy said she saw it again leaving my apartment. Bottled water stalking aside, though, it was a good morning.

We (meaning the four of us and the various people in our heads, I guess), need to start a list of burning questions of life. We really do. It can be a complement to the Giant Master Killer Quote List. We already have several prospective entries. Among them are: 

1) If you had sex with Jesus, would it be really really good (because he has amazing godly sexual prowess) or really really bad (because he's too nice and perfect to do anything really kinky or fun?)

2) If Sephiroth had sex with one of his clones, which Sephiroth would be top? and additionally, can you even call clonesex sex, or just very complicated masturbation?

3) Is having sex with a vampire necrophilia?

4) Where do Turks go when they die?

5) and of course, if two girls hit on each other while cosplaying as two guys, is that considered yaoi or yuri?

Yeah. Definitely need a list.


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