mona1347

So I'm doing one of those prompt table things.

( Ohhhhh sweet Jeebus... )

I'm such a fucking glutton for punishment, for real. Total masochist.

[via poisontaster and then davidhewlett]

HEWLETT. JESUS CHRIST, STOP BEING SO FUCKING AWESOME ALL THE TIME. YOU ARE ALREADY GIVING SOME OTHER WOMAN YOUR BABIES AND I AM BECOMING JEALOUS.

( David and his best friend Mars enact Favorite SGA Lines )

He's such a GEEK. He uploads shit to youtube because he fanboys HIS OWN SHOW.

*squeeflap so hard I fall over*

Three Truths and a Lie. Go!

(Which statement is a lie?)

Three Truths And a Lie answers under the cut. The lies are bolded.

I find the fact that, in most cases, truths "won" as lies to be EXTREMELY hilarious. It's SO FUN to see what the most "unbelievable" things are since those things are pretty much all true. :D

( stranger than fiction )


If anyone wants to hear the stories behind or more about any of the truths, let me know and I'll tell :).

Will cat macro-speak ever get old? No, I don't think so either.

So I imposed an internet exile on myself this weekend, because as much as I have LOVED all my people having come to visit me in regular waves this summer, it's wrecking havoc on the introverted half of me who needs Alone Time.

I had a femmenerd and a greenapricot at my house the weekend...before last, or something, and it was FABULOUS and I ADORE them and want to keep them both forever so we can always sit on my couch and talk and talk and talk about fandom and our lives and fandom (in a meta way) and New England and fandom (in a squee way) and just...everything and nothing. *nods* Keep them. Forever. SO FUN.

Then this weekend I had a SarahBeth (aka Not!nancy__whiskey) which was MADE OF AWESOME because she's known me since high school and...there is nothing better than those friends who have known you for so long that they've seen you through and watched you change as the things you consider shaping events in your life occurred. Plus she brought her boy, who I got to finally meet, and we ate good Italian food and yadayada, I feel healed and shit.

But I absolutely needed some fucking Alone Time. So that was good and today I hope to catch up on LJ and things.

In the meantime! I have recs.

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SGA

I just finished this one this morning on my way to work. All I got is... THIS sort of story is why long, first-time McShep fic is my fucking HAPPY. PLACE. It's part of the newly posted group of SGA Big Bang fics and so it has ART and a TRAILER and it makes my cold, black, shriveled, little heart pulse a bit with warm life, yo.

( I'm here to propose an arrangement. )

Every Day in Every Way by velocitygrass

ETA: \o/ Ah HA! Here is where you can leave feedback.

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Oh God. *covers face* This fic has quickly and easily become one of my favorite SGA fics of ALL TIME. And it's for one reason and that reason is - TEAM. There's established McShep in here but wow is that ever not what it's about. This fic is about the TEAM and their LOVE for each other and how they go on a ROAD TRIP in a MINIVAN.

*stops to flap hands wildly at the very thought* No but really, it's exactly as good as you hope that fic would be.

Several snips here, because it's fucking GOLD all the way through:
( We can stop at all the Waffle Houses that you see, Rodney )

*covers face and weeps with love* You guys. Seriously. Seriously, you guys.

844,739 Ways to Eat a Hamburger by minervacat

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Same author, more TEAM-fic. Because it makes me happy in my face. This one's just as awesome as the first one, but there's no Waffle House so it got listed second.

( In four years as a team, Teyla and Ronon had gotten married off-world seven different times. John and Rodney had gotten married four times and John had married Teyla and Ronon once each. Rodney and Ronon had been married an inexplicable six times. )

Every Hope At Any Cost also by minervacat (yes, I did devour all of her SGA fic in the span of several days)

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CW RPS

I don't even know what to SAY about this fic except what I said to nilchance in my comment:
"HOLY FUCK. YOU WROTE JDM/JA HOOKER!FIC. Is it my birthday? Christmas? No? Are you sure? Because...*weak flap* ...AND THEN. There was that whole series of hotlikeburning, freaky, kinky, awesome pornfic about them, right? Right?"

JDM/JA hooker!fic. I mean honestly. And it's hot and wrong and dirty and kinky and...

Where the Baptized Drown by nilchance

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I love this J2 Big Bang fic on so many levels that it's hard to even talk about it. I've yet to even leave feedback because I just don't know where to GO with it. J2 AU which, disturbingly, seems to have become another Happy Place for me, and they are in. A. Mental. Hospital. Oh yes. *rubs hands together*

( 'Tom Welling,' said the guy, and stuck out his hand. 'I like to flash my dick around in public. You?' )

Halfway Home by lemmealone

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SPN

Oh. *wibbly sigh* So much yes. I was longing for a post-S3 Wincest fic about how Sam saves Dean? *nods* This is it. It makes me ache in all the best ways and is beautifully written and has a Dean that will break your heart and a Sam that will send shivers down your spine.

Sam/Dean, Adult.

( There's not much else in the duffel bag )

The World's a Small Child in the Dark by stele3

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X-Overs

*flaps incoherently* Crossover porn! John Sheppard/Dean Winchester! What are you waiting for! HOT LIKE THE BURNING CENTER OF THE SUN.

A Little Less Conversation by traffic_west

Ten References You Expect Your Nearest and Dearest To Get

(Meaning, I will STRAP YOU TO SOMETHING and edumacate your poor self by making you watch the media in question if you look at me blankly upon hearing them. All TV and movies below, because that's how I roll.)

1) I think if Gandhi had to spend a prolonged amount of time with you, he'd end up beating the shit out of you too.

2) I hated her...SO much...That. It. Flames. Flames, on the side of my face, heathing... breathless...heaving breaths. HEAVING breaths...

3) First you were all like "whoa!", and we were like "WHOA!", and then you were like "whoa...”

4) Yoda wants to explore inner space... Vader wants to conquer outer space. And THAT. Is the fundamental difference between the good and the bad sides of the force.

5) Fate, it seems, is not without a sense of irony.

6) TRY NOT TO SUCK ANY DICK ON THE WAY TO THE PARKING LOT!

7) Is this a kissing book?

8) It's an interesting observation. In an observationally interesting way.

9) This must be what going mad feels like.

10) I'm suffering the afterness of a bad night of badness.

Feel free to tell me yours in the comments - I love this game.

So I completely stole this from trollprincess's journal. Because it's the most hilarious thing OF EVER. I have a major Reality TV squick, right? I'm talking HUGE squick. Because I have a "real people" embarrassment squick (doesn't bother me as much with fictional characters) and I feel that a person's mere presence on a reality show embarrasses them (ymmv, it's not you it's me, etc etc). But. You guys.

Consider this little gem my "HI, I'M ALIVE!" and apology offering for being such a shit about comments and emails. Dialogue is the lubrication of fandom and I'm fucking with no lube lately.

Anyway. GO WATCH THIS. If you can't stand to listen to the "concerned voice" of the host, skip to minute 3 or so. OH MY GOD SO HILARIOUSLY AWESOME.

( clip from 'Cheaters' )

ETA: *gigglechokes* And then. Then. When the transwoman Other Woman is like, "You have an irritating face. Please don't say anything to me. You just LOOK irritating..." and I just CAN NO LONGER DEAL with the level of hilarity? Oh god.

Hi, hello. If you've sent me email or asked me a question in comments or what have you, I live or something. I was at work last night until 12:45am. YES, AFTER MIDNIGHT. It was epic.

( blah, blah, work, busy, MIA until weekend at least, Intrawebs life on hold ) *smooches all tiredly* Um. Money's nice anyway. I don't know how some of the people here do this on a regular basis.

I sort of hate everyone and everything right now and find myself taking everything the wrong way. In this spirit, I'm not actually catching up on comments like I thought I would today. We're all better off, srsly. *nods*

INSTEAD!

I have two embedded videos for you under the cuts.

This first one makes me LAUGH AND LAUGH and fondly remember the particular summer that it came out. ( It also makes me want to add this track to the Fangirl Anthems Soundtrack along with Blur's 'Boys and Girls' and Garbage's 'Queer'. )

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On more of a "boys touching each other" note... This next one just. *blinks widely* I. People. I just.

NNNNNNNGH. HOLY FUCK I'M ALL TURNED ON NOW.

I got the link off hth_the_first's LJ. I'd certainly never seen this or anything like it before.

So. I mean the dude...isn't a great rapper, in terms of flow/skill/etc and I'm kinda "Eh. *shrug*" about the song itself. But Deadlee's got something to say that you don't hear in hip-hop pretty much ever and I dig that. The theme is definitely, as Hth said, the Tragic Homosexual, and that may or may not be appealing to you.

And I'm kinda in love with the line "hate the sinner, cause I love the sin". I'm this second working out a way to incorporate it into my journal name/subtitle/layout. Because...ROCK!

( Plus, you know, pretty ghetto boys being dirty together FOR THE FUCKING WIN. )

Okay! Yes! Turned on! Realistic angst! Pretty boys touching each other! My god!

I sort of hate everyone and everything right now and find myself taking everything the wrong way. In this spirit, I'm not actually catching up on comments like I thought I would today. We're all better off, srsly. *nods*

INSTEAD!

I have two embedded videos for you under the cuts.

This first one makes me LAUGH AND LAUGH and fondly remember the particular summer that it came out. ( It also makes me want to add this track to the Fangirl Anthems Soundtrack along with Blur's 'Boys and Girls' and Garbage's 'Queer'. )

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On more of a "boys touching each other" note... This next one just. *blinks widely* I. People. I just.

NNNNNNNGH. HOLY FUCK I'M ALL TURNED ON NOW.

I got the link off hth_the_first's LJ. I'd certainly never seen this or anything like it before.

So. I mean the dude...isn't a great rapper, in terms of flow/skill/etc and I'm kinda "Eh. *shrug*" about the song itself. But Deadlee's got something to say that you don't hear in hip-hop pretty much ever and I dig that. The theme is definitely, as Hth said, the Tragic Homosexual, and that may or may not be appealing to you.

And I'm kinda in love with the line "hate the sinner, cause I love the sin". I'm this second working out a way to incorporate it into my journal name/subtitle/layout. Because...ROCK!

( Plus, you know, pretty ghetto boys being dirty together FOR THE FUCKING WIN. )

Okay! Yes! Turned on! Realistic angst! Pretty boys touching each other! My god!

This = Awesome. Fandom 411.

I haz a journalfen account, thanks to txtequilanights. *smooches her*

Again, I say, I can also be found at:
Greatestjournal
Insanejournal

*sighs* You guys, honest. I'm not sure I can stay here. I'm trying to not make a hasty decision because, FUCK MAN I LOVE THIS PLACE and YOU ARE ALL HERE but goddamnit, I just get more pissed off and offended and "What the fucking FUCK?! No really. WHAT." with every new issue that surfaces. I just don't know.

I don't like NOT KNOWING what Our Corporate Overlords will decide to delete next. I don't like the implications behind what they ARE deleting. I don't like the corporate double-speak and the vague-ass, contradictory "guidelines" for "objectionable content". I mean, this crap has always been there (at least since 6A took over), but lately there are all these CONSEQUENCES and SHODDY ENFORCEMENT that are pretty huge - deletion of people's CONTENT as well as EVERY COMMENT THEY EVER MADE? Making my fandom community collectively feel like the Sword of Damocles is hanging above our collective heads? Like we're waiting for some fangrudge-report to bring the banhammer down on anything you probably don't want your grandma to see because LIVEJOURNAL IS NOT EVENLY ENFORCING THE UNCLEAR "RULES" THEY HAVE TO THE DISFAVOR OF FICTIONAL SEXUAL CONTENT. Invoking the rhetoric of Child Pornography because who wants to be FOR Child Pornography, you guys, come on don't talk about "fictional" or "manga-style" or "but they are not unambiguously Too Young" or the realities/ambiguities of the "law" we're claiming to uphold because those are just excuses to peddle your filth and we don't want your kind here, perv...?

Honestly.

I know that I deleted my other LJ accounts. I'm going to back up a comm and repost it elsewhere so I can delete that one too. I stupidly bought another year of paid time on this account, like, two weeks ago or something. I'm never giving Livejournal my money ever again if only because I really don't support their business practices.

*hands in the air* I don't know, guys. I'm not throwing a tanty and deleting everything ever from LJ nor am I telling you what to do. I'm just saying. For me, I don't know where I'm going next. With every step they take (or don't take), Livejournal makes me want to be here less and less.

Sure, IJ and GJ have their problems, not the least of which is being too small/inadequately infrastructured for our numbers, and JF has its problems too. I don't think the argument of "but one day they'll get corporate and have a fucked up TOS and be run by shitheads too" is valid. Yeah, maybe they will.

But a) that's gonna take a long time just like it did with LJ, b) this is an eventual inherent consequence of 'living' in the legal grey area that we do, and c) what fandom does in these cases (I'm thinking about SlashCity's drama a few years ago, Geocities and even YahooGroups/Onelist/E-groups TOS changes from way back in the day) is pick up and move again. BECAUSE YOU CAN'T STOP THE PORN SIGNAL.

ETA: Links I have found (and continue to find) to be worthy of note through all of this can be found here.

This = Awesome. Fandom 411.

I haz a journalfen account, thanks to txtequilanights. *smooches her*

Again, I say, I can also be found at:
Greatestjournal
Insanejournal

*sighs* You guys, honest. I'm not sure I can stay here. I'm trying to not make a hasty decision because, FUCK MAN I LOVE THIS PLACE and YOU ARE ALL HERE but goddamnit, I just get more pissed off and offended and "What the fucking FUCK?! No really. WHAT." with every new issue that surfaces. I just don't know.

I don't like NOT KNOWING what Our Corporate Overlords will decide to delete next. I don't like the implications behind what they ARE deleting. I don't like the corporate double-speak and the vague-ass, contradictory "guidelines" for "objectionable content". I mean, this crap has always been there (at least since 6A took over), but lately there are all these CONSEQUENCES and SHODDY ENFORCEMENT that are pretty huge - deletion of people's CONTENT as well as EVERY COMMENT THEY EVER MADE? Making my fandom community collectively feel like the Sword of Damocles is hanging above our collective heads? Like we're waiting for some fangrudge-report to bring the banhammer down on anything you probably don't want your grandma to see because LIVEJOURNAL IS NOT EVENLY ENFORCING THE UNCLEAR "RULES" THEY HAVE TO THE DISFAVOR OF FICTIONAL SEXUAL CONTENT. Invoking the rhetoric of Child Pornography because who wants to be FOR Child Pornography, you guys, come on don't talk about "fictional" or "manga-style" or "but they are not unambiguously Too Young" or the realities/ambiguities of the "law" we're claiming to uphold because those are just excuses to peddle your filth and we don't want your kind here, perv...?

Honestly.

I know that I deleted my other LJ accounts. I'm going to back up a comm and repost it elsewhere so I can delete that one too. I stupidly bought another year of paid time on this account, like, two weeks ago or something. I'm never giving Livejournal my money ever again if only because I really don't support their business practices.

*hands in the air* I don't know, guys. I'm not throwing a tanty and deleting everything ever from LJ nor am I telling you what to do. I'm just saying. For me, I don't know where I'm going next. With every step they take (or don't take), Livejournal makes me want to be here less and less.

Sure, IJ and GJ have their problems, not the least of which is being too small/inadequately infrastructured for our numbers, and JF has its problems too. I don't think the argument of "but one day they'll get corporate and have a fucked up TOS and be run by shitheads too" is valid. Yeah, maybe they will.

But a) that's gonna take a long time just like it did with LJ, b) this is an eventual inherent consequence of 'living' in the legal grey area that we do, and c) what fandom does in these cases (I'm thinking about SlashCity's drama a few years ago, Geocities and even YahooGroups/Onelist/E-groups TOS changes from way back in the day) is pick up and move again. BECAUSE YOU CAN'T STOP THE PORN SIGNAL.

ETA: Links I have found (and continue to find) to be worthy of note through all of this can be found here.

I'm not satisfied. Tired now so that's all I got.

LJ makes a statement in lj_biz

I'm not satisfied. Tired now so that's all I got.

LJ makes a statement in lj_biz

So here I iz, talkin' about my chil'hud. Again. But this time it's for International Blog Against Racism week.

I'm talking about the things I talk about below because they are what I know, what I have experienced. Me. Personally. Not you. Not everyone. Contrary to what you might erroneously extrapolate from what I talk about, I do not have a handle on The Minority Experience. Not just because I'm White, but because one person cannot ever have a handle on the experience of an entire group, regardless of whether that person can be considered a part of that group or not.

Please don't nitpick my language and terminology. I use the word "Black" because I've never run into a Black person who finds it offensive while I have run into people who find "African-American" offensive and because almost all of the Black people I've known refer to themselves as Black. I use the words "working class" and "middle class", even though they are ambiguous and contested, because what I'm talking about here will become clear.

Okay, disclaimer over.

( Race and Economic Advantage: A Babbling Ramble Of Personal Experience. By Mona1347, Aged 27 and a Half. )

So here I iz, talkin' about my chil'hud. Again. But this time it's for International Blog Against Racism week.

I'm talking about the things I talk about below because they are what I know, what I have experienced. Me. Personally. Not you. Not everyone. Contrary to what you might erroneously extrapolate from what I talk about, I do not have a handle on The Minority Experience. Not just because I'm White, but because one person cannot ever have a handle on the experience of an entire group, regardless of whether that person can be considered a part of that group or not.

Please don't nitpick my language and terminology. I use the word "Black" because I've never run into a Black person who finds it offensive while I have run into people who find "African-American" offensive and because almost all of the Black people I've known refer to themselves as Black. I use the words "working class" and "middle class", even though they are ambiguous and contested, because what I'm talking about here will become clear.

Okay, disclaimer over.

( Race and Economic Advantage: A Babbling Ramble Of Personal Experience. By Mona1347, Aged 27 and a Half. )

For the win. For the motherfucking win.



ETA: News-ish site picks up our wank.

ETA2: And more news-ishness.

For the win. For the motherfucking win.



ETA: News-ish site picks up our wank.

ETA2: And more news-ishness.

Look.

"Another angle on Shakespeare's brain is that he wasn't good at inventing plots. He elaborated them cleverly once he had them, but for the most part he borrowed plots from historical sources. As I understand, sadly, plotting requires a special cast of mind. Give me a ready-made plot and I'll have fun elaborating it. Ask me to make phrases until the cows come home, and I'm happy. Invite me to describe a gesture or set a scene or develop an idea or explore someone's psychology, and I'll roll up my sleeves. But ask me where the person crossing the room just came from, and I have no idea. It's a mechanically different process."
~ 'An Alchemy of Mind', Diane Ackerman

That. That's me. *nodnod* (ETA: Not that I'M Shakespeare - I just can't plot) That's what I been tryin' to say with this icon. And Fandom has a big giant space all open and happy for those of us who feel this way. *beams* That's my happy fandom thought to sit next to the rest of them from today.

Look.

"Another angle on Shakespeare's brain is that he wasn't good at inventing plots. He elaborated them cleverly once he had them, but for the most part he borrowed plots from historical sources. As I understand, sadly, plotting requires a special cast of mind. Give me a ready-made plot and I'll have fun elaborating it. Ask me to make phrases until the cows come home, and I'm happy. Invite me to describe a gesture or set a scene or develop an idea or explore someone's psychology, and I'll roll up my sleeves. But ask me where the person crossing the room just came from, and I have no idea. It's a mechanically different process."
~ 'An Alchemy of Mind', Diane Ackerman

That. That's me. *nodnod* (ETA: Not that I'M Shakespeare - I just can't plot) That's what I been tryin' to say with this icon. And Fandom has a big giant space all open and happy for those of us who feel this way. *beams* That's my happy fandom thought to sit next to the rest of them from today.

I've signed away my permission to do seperis's awesome DVD Commentary Challenge. Everything's up for grabs, folks, and I'd be INSANELY HONORED and MADE OF GLEE if anyone actually took me up on it. :D

My Fic Tag




*cries* Why must I work for my money? Seriously.

BUT! I had a femmenerd and a greenapricot at my house on Saturday night. *beams* They stayed just long enough to hang out and help me amuse Boy with our fangirly ramblings, sleep, and eat breakfast.

I am happy to report that when they left my custody, they were healthy and whole and on their way to the beach. Best part is I get them AGAIN next weekend for actual quality time. And they've given their reluctant permission for me to hardcore pimp SGA at them. *BEAMS MORE*

Okay, NOW I'm going back to work.

This is a perfectly articulated post that expresses almost exactly what I think about the second round of Banninations.

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Here's my actual problem with 6A/LJ:

Bad customer service.

No, seriously. There it is.

[...]

I guaran-fucking-tee you (again) that quite a few people looked at the case of the two artists and thought, "Shit. That could be me."

The minute that thought crops up, regardless of whether you yourself generate content that's questionable (and everyone has generated, in one form or another, at least some content that could get them in hot water on either a legal or professional or personal level), it ceases to really matter. Hell, it doesn't even really matter that the artists generated content that got them banned for life without warning from LJ or generated content that you personally found objectionable or even that you thought they were stupid for pushing it while the lines were so blurred.

The fact is, it could happen to you because now LJ/6A has shown that they can (and will) delete your journal (your content) without giving you any warning or any recourse at all. And they won't refund your money, either, when they do.

Here's the thing: you get a journal, you're entering into a contract that obliges both parties (Corporate Overlord and Customer) to abide by a certain set of rules. Those rules should be spelled out clearly so both parties can abide by them and to ensure that an even hand is applied in enforcing those rules.

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And, take it to the next step, so we can decide if this is the place for our community.

Because, for me, yes they say now that they are not objecting to written things. But they keep changing their minds. What happens when they add that report abuse bullshit button and some person comes along, reads the one underage incest fic I've written and decides that they don't like my ability to post it on LJ? What happens when that happens to a whole bunch of fandom writers? What happens when a particular fic is "abuse reported" more than once? What will LJ do then?

They won't tell us. They are actually refusing to tell us. I find that troubling.



ETA: Also? Go read this.
The infamous picture that got a person's permanent account deleted was not a problem because it involved an underaged character[... T]he person who looked at it and had problems with it, banned the artist because the image obscene and had, they thought, no redeeming artistic or social merit.

So this isn't about fucking "kiddie porn," people. It's about some LJ employee or maybe even a volunteer with unknown credentials[...]looking at a picture and saying "I think it's trash." So for those of you who are saying "well this doesn't affect me; I don't write/draw/read that icky underaged stuff"...think again.

( Everyone knows by now that there is LJ/6Apart drama and everyone is freaking out )Fandom isn't going away. I was here before everyone moved to LJ. I'll be here after they move out. We all will. We're like cockroaches. We'll find somewhere else to post our explicit underage porn, you guys. This is not the extinction of our culture.

Again, for anyone who might care:
My Greatestjournal (in which is posted all of my extant LJ fanfiction).
My Insanejournal (in which I have backed up this LJ in its entirety - I've maintained custom filters so if you are on IJ under a different name and on my flist, please let me know who you are).

Disabling comments because I don't have the energy tonight - this is an informational post.

So I waffled back and forth a lot about posting this. Because a lot of the time, I find it very tedious when yet another white person has to come up and Tell Us Their Thoughts About Race. But upon further reflection, I think that attitude might actually be a manifestation of my white privilege. Specifically, the privilege to be viewed as "raceless", a non-Other, when in reality my race provides me with the luxury of ignoring how that race affects my experience.

I'm cutting the living shit out of this because, damn, if I wasn't such a geek (and so angry about what's happened) I'd be tired of talking about it too. But I always Got Somethin' To Say and this is my sandbox so I'm going to say it but, more importantly, I think the discourse needs to continue. As PT said to me via email, "Sometimes the point is that my/our white friends stand up and say 'I stand with you and this shit is not cool'."

( I am a racist )

Keep thinking, Fandom. Keep shoving yourselves outside of the boxes you were born in. It's my favorite thing about you. There's a big world out there. Don't be afraid of it. Learn from it.

[if you live under a rock and missed poisontaster's marvelously eloquent and right-on thoughts from earlier this week about why our words matter and why it is vital to see and accept that, please go here. if you are living out from under a rock but not within fandom, there is a link list here that will explain why this has recently come to the forefront of my mind.]

This is almost entirely a rec but, in the interest of full disclosure, it's only fair to say that I betaed and wrote a few of the less hot parts. *nods* Because my ficwife, ladies and gentlemen, is made of win. It supposed to be a co-written thing and I fapped at it a little but then I descended into fail and PT did most of the ficcing, turning up the hotass to eleven as she did so.

So go read this right now omg anyway because it's hot like...like I don't even know. And it's a sequel to Nothing More Dangerous that we finally posted last night (in our little cracked out Sateda!Dean universe). Go. Hot. Ronon/Dean with buttsecks.

Sparring by poisontaster

*weak flap, and then all is still*

I opened a new window and went to the update page and only just realized this moment that I have nothing to say.

*puts head down on desk*

This day is made of fail. I am very very tired. Twelve hours of sleep in three days is not sufficient. I don't think it's wise to drink any more coffee for fear of a) vibrating off into another dimension or b) not being able to sleep AGAIN tonight. I have had more than one serious clothing malfunction. Going outside for longer than twelve seconds makes me break out into a really attractive sweat. I won't get home until late tonight because I have to go to therapy after work. My turkey sandwich had too much turkey on it and when I tried to take some off, there was an unfortunate mayonnaise incident.

I really want a smirky actionfigure!Sheppard of my very own and I want them to make Ronon, Rodney, and Teyla versions as well (they've already got a Wraith and two Weirs). Then I will buy a big Lego castle, put it together, pretend that it's Atlantis and play Shiny Space Show all day on my living room floor and eat cookies. If anyone tries to stop me, I'll make actionfigure!Ronon shoot them with his actionfigure!raygun (which any self-respecting actionfigure!Ronon BETTER HAVE whenever they make one) until they go away.

Um, yes. *bunches papers under head and closes eyes*

SO. I'm here on my laptop, about to go to sleep. And there are crazy h0rs spamming my gmail and *handwave* whatever I'm talking to them because they seem nice enough.

Boy: *lying in bed, on painkillers forcuz he had a tooth pulled today, and pauses on a horrid reality program* "You know, I think I'm old. Because when you're a kid, doing something dangerous and getting a wicked scar was the height of coolness. But now I watch these kids do stupid shit and all I can think is, 'Where are their parents?' That's what I'm thinking now. 'Where are their parents.'"
Me: "Okay one, yes you're old. Two, that's a boy thing, not a kid thing."

And now he's watching '2 Fast 2 Furious' and saying shit like "Oh Brian, you're only supposed to have eyes for me!" in a high-pitched version of Tyrese's voice. That's my Boy, yo.

ANYWAY. *bounces with yay* Me and my ficwife have fic, and also a joint comm! I quote almost directly from PT's LJ post:

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As you may know, me and poisontaster sometimes do this thing where we write stories together. And USUALLY we'd alternate posting the fic on each other's respective LJs. And then one day, we thought, WHY DON'T WE GET AN LJ TOGETHER? Someplace to post the fic that we write jointly. And thus, otpofdoom was born.

Now. Admittedly, we haven't actually WRITTEN anything together in a while and the comm's been languishing for a while [waiting patiently for a reason to debut!]. BUT NO MORE!!

BEHOLD!! FIC!

Title: Nothing More Dangerous
Authors: mona1347 & poisontaster
Pairing: Ronon/Dean
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Graphic m/m sex. Language. Underage (sorta).
Spoilers: None. AU; set prior to Sateda's fall.
Word Count: 1,744
AN: Part of the Sateda!Dean universe.

...Teyla Goes to Earth fic, any pairing or genre. I just have a yen.

The weekend was LOVELY and I did NOTHING and it was AWESOME. \o/ Of course now I want several more days of that. Alas.

I just spent less than $60 on five items of clothing from Old Navy's clearance sale (I COULD NOT HELP MYSELF OMG $10 SHIRTS I CAN WEAR TO WORK). \o/

I did not wake up until 8:40am when the ohshit!bus leaves at 8:20am *facepalm*. I robbed half-asleep!Boy, took a cab to the office, and...no one was here. Or noticed. And pseudo-bosslady is out today. *throws hands up* It's hard to be motivated to be on time when no one else cares. That said, however, I'm being farmed out to do light labor for various attorneys but it's all stuff that can be done by email and, whatever, it's making the day go relatively quickly. \o/

I've reached the glorious yet confuzzling writing-stage where I have lots of people talking in my head, three different new fics that now warrant their own file - separate from the Random file - and two more that have gained substantially in the word count area in the past few days. ( See, the thing you've got to understand about me and writing is )

I am not at all in control of this process, people. Not in the slightest. I hysterically laugh in your face if you think I am.

You know, every time I have a writing dry spell, I am convinced that my mojo ain't never coming back. Seriously, completely convinced. Then it does and PT yells at me and says "let us never speak of your muse being dead again" and I say "I thought it was dead in a ditch where no one would find the body" and that is the completion of our little Smack Mona Upside the Head ritual. \o/

Teyla Goes To Earth!fic recs, flist! Anyone have any? *smiles winningly*



ETA: Ooo me! Pick me! First Impressions Meme. *iz attention h0r*

Still tired as hell. Had a migraine yesterday, stayed home. Still have a lingering headache today. Am miserably waiting the 15 more minutes until I can justify leaving work. SHALL NOT GET OUT OF BED FOR THE NEXT 48 HOURS, YOU JUST WATCH ME.

But that's not why I'm here, gentle readers. I'm here to complain about writing porn.

( Dear Sammy!muse, )

*grumbles, takes my toys, and goes home*

EEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

( Harry Potter book 7 spoilers )

Omg, victory!

I successfully transferred all of my LJ posts to this journal. Any post before this one is from my Livejournal. So. That's cool :).

I feel all...warm and fuzzy and secure now. Score. :D

Omg, I am SO TIRED. *rubs face* RL is eating my soul.

The father-in-law type person has been in town. So Boy and I returned from our drunken orgy of fun in NYC, worked lots, spent all this past weekend cleaning, FIL-type-person arrived on Sunday, Monday was Boy's b-day, etc etc, no time to breathe nor energy to breathe with for about three weeks now. I've also been 'reading' the new Harry Potter via Jim Dale's gorgeous audiobook reading. I'm nearing the end now but still haven't finished (*cries* LAST ONE EVER!).

Work has been crazy - people are DROPPING LIKE FLIES around here. Every day I sit down at my desk, clap my hands together and think, "Hm, I wonder who in the paralegal dept will quit today!" *shakes head* I have no emotional investment in this firm but -

Boy!Dad: "Regardless, may they live long and flourish..."
Me: "...and continue to write my paycheck."

*shrug* And that's how I feel about that. The issues are not my responsibility nor my problem, really, but I've definitely been much more busy lately, helping people out here and there. I was at work until 8pm on Monday night and while the overtime pay (and high opinion of me everyone seems to have at the moment) is appreciated, I've had very little time for LJ between work and RL.

Interestingly enough, I'm not stressed out about stuff - a welcome change. Just busy and thus tired and in desperate need of a weekend spent lying around unbathed and in bed, getting junk food crumbs on my scummy t-shirt, watching TV, playing the Tomb Raider Anniversary edition I picked up last week (and still haven't touched), and in general, being a useless lump. *longs for that to be this weekend and crosses fingers*

And Payday is tomorrow, complete with my recent merit raise! \o/

I've given up hope of catching up on my flist and am just going to check the recent entries of my nearest and dearest at...some point. Same goes for answering comments - I went through some old fic posts of mine several days ago and realized I had comments from LAST YEAR. Then I writhed around in shame for a few before answering them. Um, so I think I'm going to limit my slow but sure "Great Fic-Comment Reply Catch-Up" project to those comments left in 2007 from now on. *flinches* This is all to say that you might receive a reply to a fic-comment you left so long ago you've forgotten you'd done so. I AM DETERMINED DAMMIT. Fic Comments are life and must be acknowledged according to what little moral code I posses.

ANYWHO. As you might have noticed, there was a bit of a blackout yesterday - literally. For future reference to issues of this type (or the type of LJ/6Apart being freaks of nature), I have...

a greatestjournal - to which I've uploaded all my fic posts (straight C&P so some of the links lead to LJ and the commentary before/after the fic may make no sense in that context),

an insanejournal,

and a del.icio.us account with several things bookmarked that are not on LJ. In case you find yourself beginning the delirium tremens from lack of fic or random internet weirdness.

That's all I got! Happy Wednesday, folks. I'm going to get some lunch.

More awful (and sometimes awesome) 90s music ahoy! (I'm still feeling piratical...) I included the tracks from last night as well [*], just for the sake of completeness. This is absolutely NOT the entire collection, just the ones I was willing to spend my time uploading last night. :)

( get your booty on the floor tonight )

MWA HA HA. I HAVE DESSERT WINE Y'ALL. Tremble.

I also recently pirated....ARRRRR! downloaded something called '100 Greatest Dance Hits of the 90s' that is nearly making me combust with facepalm-y nostalgic glee every other second. I uploaded these to send to myself at work and I realized that it'd be downright unneighborly of me not to share.

( Word to your moms/I came to drop bombs/I got more rhymes than the Bible's got psalms... )

If anyone's interested in more from this cracked-out thing (there are 100 tracks after all), let me know and I'll upload some gems. Because honestly.

Also? I feel old. You know, officially. Because I'm nostalgic for last decade. THIS IS NEW FOR ME OKAY?! I'M TWENTY-SEVEN.

Okay, fuck it. I'm declaring comment amnesty on most of my recent posts of substance. You guys brain too good and are too awesome for my lameness but I can't take the self-imposed guilt anymore. I love each and every single comment I receive on this livejournal and feed them bon-bons and give them satin pillows to lounge on. But I'd rather use the time to, you know, actually complete the interview and topic memes.

To make this post about more than my whining and Catholic Guilt, I'd like to tell you that I've finally succumbed to the evil lure of del.icio.us. If you'd like to check out and/or follow my fic recs, links to "Awesome Shit", or general fannish bookmarks, please do.

( Rage Against The Machine songs: )

As referenced in this poll.

OKAY, SO.

I have a bunch of things today.

Firstly, as you all probably know by now, my ficwife poisontaster has been writing the epic mpreg crackfic of doom (wait! no, come back! keep reading!), known as The Killing Moon. It is now complete; even those who do not read WIPs no longer have an excuse to avoid it. It is the greatest crack that ever cracked because it takes itself completely seriously, even though the author does not, in any way, take herself seriously.

GO! READ IT! SAM AND DEAN'S INCESTUOUS ASSBABIES FOR THE WIN.

No, seriously. It's awesome. I mean it. Give it a shot, at least - it's poisontaster.

Related to this, I drunk-dialed PT on *squints* Saturday night? To tell her that nancy__whiskey's mom has read parts of The Killing Moon. (*waves to Nancy's Mom if she's here reading, as I'm told she lurks 'round*) The first time I ever met this woman, she was stitching a cross into a church kneeler cover. NOT KIDDING. That's how awesome both Nancy!mom and PT's mpreg is. Incidentally, Nancy!mom was pimped into SPN by her daughter (who was pimped by yours truly) and is a John-girl since "Sam and Dean could be my sons" - quite an admirable choice, no matter how old you are. \o/

Secondly, I have awesome laptop news! IT IS WORKING AGAIN. I have no idea why. It was deader than dead upon arrival in NYC; when you pushed the power button just...nothing happened. It started working again when Boy randomly tried it once we came back home. We think that either the x-ray machine at National stole its soul and only gave it back once it went through another x-ray machine at LaGuardia OR it was Not Amused at being taken out of the apartment and swore not to function until it was restored. *pinched bridge of nose* I honestly don't know. But those of you who've been around for a while and have heard of my computing travails will not be surprised.

New York was totally totally awesome. ( NYC Stuff )

One of the less debauched things we did during the daylight was to go see Harry Potter: OoTP and WOW, I FEEL DIRTY. That's...pretty much my assessment of the film: I Feel Dirty. And it's not my fault either! I mean come on, ( teeny-tiny 'shot' spoilers )

Anyway, my cat was so completely ecstatic when we came back that she actually deigned to purr (she doesn't purr much unless she's really happy) for about two hours and wouldn't let us out of her sight all last night. This morning she lay happily on my chest, allowed me to pet her, and purred like a motorboat until I finally had to get up. See, upon noticing I'm awake, she generally does not want to cuddle but instead encourages me, in her cat way, to "get the hell up you lazy bitch and put some wet food in my motherfuckin' bowl already don't you know I have needs you barely-tolerable human?"

Finally, some linkage from the ongoing ( 'Mona Wanders The Wilds Of The Internets (The Really Scary Places) So You Don't Have To' Project: )

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I hate being back at work today. Not because it sucks any more than usual, just because I don't want to be here. *sigh* And I have to go do stuff at the other building for a while. But after that? Lunch at the Wee Sandwich Place With The Awesome Grilled Cheese. So that's cool, I guess.

Hi hello!

We are officially back home. Had a fantabulous time with nancy__whiskey and her friend L. Drank much. Time passed too swiftly and I did not see any additional people I was going to try and see. There was some as yet unknown laptop tragedy where between the time I shut it off on Friday morning and when we arrived at the hotel, it decided it no longer wants to turn on. At all. Press the power button and not a damn thing happens. Luckily it's still under warranty. But this means two things:

1) I, again, do not have easy computer access at home unless I kick Boy off his computer - which is what I'm doing right now as he hovers about, waiting to assuage HIS internet addiction.

2) My shitty luck with computers remains intact. (IT'S MY ELECTRO-MAGNETIC FIELD, SWEAR. And this time was so not my fault - we think it got damaged when it fell off something en route.)

3) I have only cursorily looked over my email subject lines, have not looked at LJ at all, and will catch up with everything when I get to work tomorrow.

But we are home, we are well, Beanie is a loveslut, having been lonely while we were gone and...that's about it! <3 OH EL-JAY, I MISSED YOU.

Shall I tell you why, oh Flist? Okay.

I TOTALLY MISSED jebbypal's BIRTHDAY. Because I'm all behind on my flist and just, in general, shitty about remembering stuff like that. Even if I remember the actual DATE of someone's birthday, I rarely know what date it is, like, NOW.

*facepalms forever and writhes about in shame*

ANYWAY.

Oh Jeppy. Jeppy Jeppy Jeppy... ;-)

Honestly, I feel like I don't even know what to say. You were my LJ friend when my flist was in the single-digits and I cherish you so much. During one of the hardest, craziest, most stressful times of my life two winters ago, you invited me to your apartment to meet you and poisontaster for the first time and the rest is history. I distinctly remember sitting on a hotel bed in CT at my grandmother's funeral, ktmagik lying in a coma in Oklahoma, and you both brow-beating begging me to join you the next weekend. I feel like I never make it clear how much it means, mentally and emotionally and symbolically, that I slept for the first time in weeks on your futon that first night. I was safe in the bosom of my fangirls.

Not to mention how you are SOLELY RESPONSIBLE for my watching Farscape and knowing the joy of The Crack and MUPPETS and leather pants and Ben Browder's fucking PERFECT ASS and the Leather Coat Of Sexassness and how Aeryn Sun is one of the coolest, most badass female characters to ever exist (as Femme just pointed out the other day - she SHOOTS THINGS while in ACTIVE LABOR because it MAKES HER FEEL BETTER).

I just...I love you, Jebbygirl. Your friendship is a blessing in my life and my fandom experience. I celebrate the fact of your birth.

*smishes you into tiny pieces*

*whispers* Tell me a secret.

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