my week with fangirl(s)
May. 25th, 2013 11:27 pmBasically I had a week with
I think I ended up Doing Things every night this week? And during the entire weekend? Which was a lot of fun but also meant I woke up utterly dead and sore all over today (I can't imagine how
No, there was definitely one night when I came home and
On the morning of
Or, you know, tomorrow, maybe, since I'm basically skipping work tomorrow because I am sunburnt and tired and need some time to pretend I don't have two presentations due this week that I haven't started working on.
Internet - HOW HAVE YOU BEEN? I've only had time for twitter, sporadically, this week. I MISS YOU GUYS.
Fun fact: I've been rewatching Arrested Development on Netflix (new episodes tomorrow! :D) and apparently there was a subplot in S2 where one of the characters sued the LA Kings ahahaha - he won, too!
(Also, can I just say, I am SO HAPPY I posted my latest fic when I did, because literally the day after I posted I got SWALLOWED UP IN THINGS and have not had any spare time since. I often get impatient and post fic and then regret not spending more time on editing, but with this fic I just keep thinking THANK GOD for my impatience because if I'd been a bit more of a perfectionist that shit would NEVER GET POSTED and it would bum me out like nobody's business.)
hot ‘fudge’ sauce (aka, 1-2-3 sauce)
May. 25th, 2013 05:46 pmThe family story is that my Aunt Cathy found this recipe in a magazine 30-odd years ago, but whenever people would ask her for it she’d gravely intone, “I’m sorry, it’s a family recipe”. Unfortunately, i can never remember if this calls for evaporated or condensed milk (and buying the wrong one would produce results drastically different from expected), so i’m posting the recipe here for the whole internet to see — but mostly for Andy and me to have access to it when we’re standing in the grocery store trying to remember which type of milk we need.
(I originally included this in Paragraph Girl #0, so you may remember it from there1.)
hot fudge sauce that isn’t really “fudgey”
1 12-oz. can evaporated milk
2 cups sugar
3 oz. unsweetened baking chocolate
* Note: This recipe can be halved. I’ve been lucky to find 5-ounce cans of evaporated milk in my local grocery store, which means i don’t have to save or waste 1/2 a can of evaporated milk if i want to make a smaller batch.
- Combine all ingredients in a sauce pan.
- Warm over medium heat until chocolate has melted and sugar has dissolved, stirring regularly.
- Continue warming (and stirring) sauce for 5-10 minutes to thicken.








- LORD, how did that zine come out 9 years ago???
Thirty Days of Female Characters: day 27
May. 25th, 2013 11:02 amDay Two: Favorite supporting female character
Day Three: A female character you hated but grew to love
Day Four: A female character you relate to
Day Five: Favorite female character on a male-driven show
Day Six: Favorite female-driven show
Day Seven: A female character that needs more screen time
Day Eight: Favorite female character in a comedy show
Day Nine: Favorite female character in a drama show
Day Ten: Favorite female character in a scifi/supernatural show
Day Eleven: Favorite female character in a children’s show
Day Twelve: Favorite female character in a movie
Day Thirteen: Favorite female character in a book
Day Fourteen: Favorite older female character
Day Fifteen: Favorite female character growth arc
Day Sixteen: Favorite mother character
Day Seventeen: Favorite warrior female character
Day Eighteen: Favorite non-warrior female character
Day Nineteen: Favorite non-human female character
Day Twenty: Favorite female antagonist
Day Twenty-One: Favorite female character screwed over by canon
Day Twenty-Two: Favorite female character you love but everyone else hates
Day Twenty-Three: Favorite female platonic relationship
Day Twenty-Four: Favorite female romantic relationship
Day Twenty-Five: Favorite mother/daughter and/or sister relationship
Day Twenty-Six: Favorite classical female character (from pre-20th century literature or mythology or the like)
Day Twenty-Seven: A female character you have extensive personal canon for
Rowan Marlow. While both the older Marlow sisters end up doing something that it's safe to say they'd never have planned while ruling the roost at Kingscote, at least Karen does it for love (or something - personally I've always assumed that she slept with Edwin, decided that nice girls don't sleep with men they aren't in love with, therefore she was in love with him and that was that) whereas Rowan does it for duty.
And in my personal canon it's a mistake, she knows it's a mistake almost from the start, and she keeps on at it from a combination of stubbornness (including a refusal to admit to her family that she's made a mistake) and the idea that it will be like deserting a post in the heat to turn her back on it now.
And while
Oddly enough, Rowan claims not to have had much idea about a career when she decides to throw it in to run the farm (like Peter, the hero of Rivers of London she fancied being an architect, but couldn't manage the drawing side of it - Peter, on the other hand, is plainly fascinated by buildings, whereas I never get the idea that Rowan is).
She's a good rider, a very competent sailor (Giles would have much rather had her as his number two in that idiotic lark in Run Away Home) and a highly effective fast bowler, as well as being the person who should have been games captain, had all gone well.
And she's an urbanite. She is, on any basis, not farming Trennels out of any love of farming or of the land (she does like animals, but there's a certain sort of grim determination about it and she's competent because she'd always be competent at that sort of thing). Although she does tell Giles she's finding it OK, I always see that as being deflection.
So my head canon for Rowan has to be something that gets her out of the situation. She can see the dangers - when Nicola rejects (very politely) her suggestion that she become a vet (honestly, careers advice at Kingscote seems to be dire) and then adds that she realises she'd "be company for [her]" she comes out with the idea of them becoming terrible tweedy types known far and wide as the queer Miss Marlows.
What she actually needs is a war (in my headcanon which goes with the dating of immediately post-War for the twins arrival at Kingscote a very young Rowan Marlow helps Caitlin Naismith's "aunt" - then a prefect and in the Sixth - out of a window as part of the sequence of events which led to the latter going to France and becoming "la petite egorgeuse") or something else which disrupts things while she's still got a chance of getting out before she loses everything (I can't see Captain Marlow and Giles colluding to break the entail in her favour and, anyway, this still doesn't deal with the issue that she doesn't want Trennels).
If only Miranda had a brother! Rowan running the New York end of the art and antiques business would be just the kind of thing she should be doing, but I can't think of a way of getting her into it which she'd find acceptable within the constraints of the the situation and which her family would also see as reasonable. Simply deciding "That's it" and applying for a job that isn't Trennels isn't an option, so my head-canon has to involve a catalyst that gets her out of Trennels and makes her realise she can't go back.
Nicola I do see as instrumental in this - she's fended off Giles's enquiries, but Rowan has allowed Nicola to see more of her than she does Giles, and Nicola doesn't have a dog in the fight the way Giles has (Giles is not, I think, a particularly sympathetic character any of the times we see him, and particularly not in Run Away Home where he literally cannot understand why Rowan can't put the farm on hold to help him sail Surfrider).
And I do see it as somehow involving the Wests.
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Wiscon Premiere: Keep the Streets Empty For Me [Twilight]
May. 25th, 2013 12:25 pmMusic: Fever Ray
Video: Twilight (all movies)
Summary: "Morning, keep the streets empty for me." Hunter and prey in Twilight.
Notes: Premiered at the 2013
Link: Streaming and download at my journal.
Why I Don’t Diet – An Ode to My Father
May. 25th, 2013 12:37 pmMy father spent his years fighting his size, wishing he was smaller, weaker, less of a giant. He was taught to hate his body, and he was ashamed of the amount of space he took up. But he passed his strength to me, and I won’t squander my inheritance. I will not let myself be diminished.link to complete essay by Tiffany Kell
I am my father’s daughter. I too am a giant, built of strength and flesh. And I am strong enough to carry myself and others, even when they can’t carry themselves.
In New York December 2010 5/14
May. 25th, 2013 05:42 pmI'm currently having to upload the comm's photos to my own site where I don't have any gallery software, so the only way of accessing them is through the comm posts. I'm working on finding something more functional.
Teaser:

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One Week Out
May. 25th, 2013 10:25 amSo this whole "renovate the kitchen because it's unusable and the wooden counter tops are actually rotting" thing seemed like a great idea back in January. Right now, faced with the prospect of losing access to half the downstairs for a minimum of 6 weeks, and strange men arriving so early every day that I will probably have to forgo early morning showers for evening showers and my hair will turn into a rats nest, as it always does when I shower in the evening, and no downstairs sink, and no oven, and therefore no kettle for tea, and the cats being locked up and distressed, and having to pack everything up this week and find somewhere to store it, and possibly a period of time when we will have to go downstairs to the basement to use the bathroom because of plumbing work, and also the possibility that every choice I made about cabinets, counters, fixtures and tile WAS THE WRONG CHOICE, and all of this during what is known in these parts as 'vidding deadline season,' and it is possible I have some feelings of trepidation.
Also the new doors and windows are not arriving on time, which we can deal with, unless they continue to push the date back. Then I will flip out.
But at any rate, today we will empty stuff out of the dining room (a.k.a.
At some point soon, I will take "Before" pics. I already have the "Way Before" pics that I took when I was looking at this house during inspection. Things have already changed a lot since then! For the better, mostly. Be prepared for future picspam, as things progress!
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May. 25th, 2013 08:54 amThe job is at a Prestigious But Rural West Coast Institution (farm country, but a train ride away from the city) which I actually am familiar with from my time in California. The learning experience that I took away from the Prestigious East Coast Institution rigmarole was that I needed to be more careful where I applied, geographically; it needed to be either somewhere I was prepared to live, or somewhere I was prepared to sacrifice my ideal living situation for. This is the latter. At least, I think so right now.
When I started applying to jobs, the goal was one application per day during the week, and for most of March and about half of April I pretty much kept to that rule. Slowly I've been narrowing criteria: only applying to jobs in certain areas, and only applying to jobs which will actually be a step up from where I am now. There are a lot of "Development Associate" positions out there, which is basically "Paid Intern" -- it's a permanent job and you earn a salary, but you're learning the trade on your way to a more specific job route within the Not For Profit world. Frankly I'm kind of done with apprenticeships, so I ruled those out unless they look extra-plus awesome. And I ruled out administrative jobs, because I'm not going to put myself to the inconvenience of moving and getting a new job just to do what I'm doing now. Which isn't unsatisfying, but I could be doing more. I realised the other day that at the moment I am totally the kid in class who isn't being challenged enough.
But being challenged is a lot of hard work, so IDK.
Anyway, I suppose this whole process has meant that if nothing else I'm meeting a lot of new people in exciting places. Maybe I'll get a paid trip to California, too.
SEE THE WORLD AND TELL IT WHERE YOU SEE YOURSELF IN FIVE YEARS.
Signal boost: Looking for recipes
May. 25th, 2013 09:03 amIf you think you might be able to help out with specific recipes/links to recipes, please check out lynnoconnacht's full post.
Thanks very much!
‘Fast Five’ (Lin, Justin. 2011.)
May. 25th, 2013 08:07 amI didn’t know a movie could be more perfect than “Hot Fuzz”, but apparently if you add The Rock + Vin Diesel you can actually equal the awesome of Timothy Dalton.
me: “Andy, does math really work that way? Maybe i shouldn’t have flunked all those math classes in high school. I guess they don’t get to this until you get to the really advanced stuff.”
Andy: “If only Timothy Dalton could be the villain in a future ‘Fast & Furious’ movie.”
me: [dies]
In conclusion, if Sparkymonster tells you to watch a movie, you watch that movie.
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The Good, The Bad, and the Wait What?
May. 24th, 2013 10:22 pmSo I missed a few days of you because I ran out and my doctor was out of town, and I figured I could last a few days without you. Which I did.
But it seems you took that opportunity to whack me with side effects again. The exhaustion is okay since caffeine helps, but I'm trying to lower my caffeine intake since, you know, withdrawal headaches.
That's not my real problem though. My REAL problem is the string of OMGWTFBBQ dreams. I've always had them since I was in sixth grade. But they usually don't involve me eating T-shirts. Or reporting car accidents. Or whatever the hell else has happened this week in my sleep.
Brain and Zoloft? Stop this "Let's make her sleeping useless by making her dream about being served a T-shirt with her meal but deciding she was full and would wear it instead!" nonsense. Or at least limit it to only a few days a week like was semi-normal in HS and college. I want to get a bit of rest.
Passing out at 10PM,
Brittany
Dear Levsin,
Where have you BEEN all of my life? And I seriously mean all of it, since I was a colicky baby of epic proportions.
Tonight for whatever stupid reason my intestines began their "cramp, cause nasty pain, and bloat like I'm pregnant" charade yet again, and though disappointed I had to take you the same day you were prescribed, I did. And holy shit.
The pain went away. The bloating went away. I didn't clutch at my stomach and want to double over standing up. Why the fuck wasn't I given this at my old clinic when I complained of IBS? Why do I keep getting MORE evidence of how terrible they were?
The weird vision I had when driving home may have been you though. It wasn't anything dangerous but you know, I have bad enough vision. Don't make it worse. And DEFINITELY don't make me hallucinate.
Otherwise though, I already love you. Let's continue this relationship.
<3,
Brittany