my moral standing is lying down

Inexplicably, I am an Arthur fangirl. I don't quite understand why, because not only am I way more a Tom Hardy fangirl, I also typically like characters with shady pasts and IMO canon!Eames is way shadier than Arthur. Still, what can I say, the cards have fallen this way. I wonder if that's because it's easier to imagine the different ways Eames got to where he is? I find I'm disappointed more often than not by Eames-backstory fic; they're either stereotypical or dissatisfying to my headcanon. Not that there aren't stereotypical Arthur-backstory fic, or uninspired ones for that matter, but I always seem to feel (at the very least), "Well, that's just one slice of the whole."

Clearly, the man fascinates me.

So tl;dr, I recommend to you two awesome Arthur-centric gen fic:

1. Get Lost by winterlive. This is what happens: The morning after inception, Arthur hurls his phone into the Mojave Desert. Arthur drives across the country, revisiting old friends and old memories. We get to ride, silently and invisible, in the passenger seat along with his thoughts. I could've gone on forever in this, savoring it all: every memory, every interaction, every visit was so sharp and vivid, delightful and painful all at once.
   
   
2. A Source of Little Visible Delight, Parts 1, 2, 3 (complete) by sneaqui. Arthur takes an extended vacation from this business of running everyone else's business and the world of dream-crime starts to realize how necessary he is. Fics in this fandom take us to a lot of exotic places, right? We're all pretty used to that; it's old hat by now. So how is it that this author is able to make them feel so very haloed in the light of introspection and self-discovery? Arthur is so solemnly pragmatic, with such underlying BAMFery, that he is irresistibly thrilling. Note: This fic is now complete, though the story will have a (more A/E) sequel.
   
   ETA: Sequel starts here.

 

Completely unrelatedly, AGAIN with the next horrible eljay header. WTF IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE? This was the winner, by a good 8% lead. UGH.

1. JARED LETO. I have not done a double-take at you since you were Jordan Catalano and my teenage heart (and other things) were completely captivated by you. I also kind of like your band, or at least several of your songs. This song is not one of your best, but GODDAMN WHEN DID YOU GET SO GOOD LOOKING AGAIN? I WANT TO TOUCH YOUR PINK FUCKING MOHAWK AND SHAVED SIDES AND YOUR SUPER SKINNY JEANS AND ALSO MAYBE BITE YOUR FINGERS. ...ANYWAY.

2. SUPERNATURAL. I watched the first 3 episodes of season 6 tonight because I didn't want to be inadvertently spoiled at Wincon this weekend. Um. So.

( SPOILERS )

3. I dunno, I think I had something else to say but the SPN ranting took a lot out of me. WINCON. OMG ARE WE REALLY DOING THIS THIS WEEKEND?!

Caught sight of a tweet by LKH re fanfic policy. In response, I replied with this (have not received any response...yet?). And couldn't help myself so I went to see her other tweets. I really should have known better because then I got to read this and though she doesn't agree with Gabaldon's analogies to criminals/rapists, she does feel similarly.

After a second of a reaction of disgust and disappointment, I realized I wasn't really surprised. Oh, LKH. I love you and hate you with a paradoxical and startling lack of passion.

Maybe it's more that I have become resigned to my feelings about you.

( stupidity )

But in other news, Majel Barrett Roddenberry died yesterday.

How sad. As a coworker said, it's the end of an era...

( the rave )

( the rant )

Okay guys (especially, though not exclusively, of the male variety), I have a question for you.

If a woman in your office is out sick and you ask her why... what would be your reaction if she said she was out because of cramps? Is it TMI? Would it be better if she had said she had a stomachache or virus or whatever?

Personally, I don't care too much who knows if I've got my period, but people sometimes act weird about it.

It still amuses me very much when drugstore workers double-bag tampons and pads. Oh yes, it does. And sometimes, if I have a choice, I'll make sure to get on the line with the young guy cashier -- because they're usually much more embarrassed about it all. It's so funny. I'm not really the kind of person that enjoys making other people uncomfortable, but this seems to be the exception that proves the rule.

For the weeks leading up to and following Otakon, I've been insanely busy -- barely any time to do much hanging out, and certainly too busy to relax by myself.

I think I really need a moment of solitary relaxation, or maybe to have a quiet sort of company, as my brain seems to have shorted. Aside from having my latest book to read, I sit at my computer aimlessly clicking from link to link. True, I have downloaded some awesome wallpapers from deviantart, but even so-- I have a feeling my brain is kind of on screensaver mode at the moment.

I need some fun busywork to do after work. I kind of want to watch anime, but I'm more interested in doing something more creative. I haven't written in a while, but I don't feel very inspired and that makes it hard for me to get motivated. I'm also feeling a slight urge to re-do my website, which could really use an overhaul. But I'm still feeling very unmotivated.

*sigh*

And I have to finish playing KH2 so that I can go search for fics about Sora and Kairi.

OMG, I think I had the best discussions tonight about gender biases in life and fandom tonight because of the link that windsorblue posted in her LJ recently. I do so love it when people write INTELLIGENT! essays about things like this. It was very inspiring to read.

In other news, I am almost done reading the second book from Simon R. Green's Nightside series. The world is interesting, as are the characters. I just wish the plots were a little more complex than they are. I'm really reading the series for its umbrella/background story rather than the immediate plot. It took me a few times as long to read this one, called Agents of Light and Darkness (I love the title, btw), because the plot was too simple (and some of the characters as well), and somewhat losing my interest.

However. I now have three (3) books from the library that I am very interested in reading. The first being Academ's Fury by Jim Butcher, book 2 of the Codex Alera series. I'm very looking forward to going through this book as the first was excellent!

Sleep now; more later.

But that seems to be just the tip of the iceberg for the past month. My whole family was sick while we were moving our crap from our apartment to our new house. It was a pain in the butt, let me tell you! I tried to write in this LJ several times, but something always happened to prevent my writings from being published! The first time, I got kicked off AOL, so the window closed -- along with several paragraphs I had already written. I was so pissed that I just couldn't bring myself to re-write it or anything, so I turned off the computer. The second time was when we finally had the computer set up in the house and I was typing in Internet Explorer, so if AOL kicked me offline, I'd still be able to save what I wrote. That's when I accidentally brushed the restart button, so I lost it anyway!

In any case, I was sick at the beginning of the move, but seemed to get better. My parents and sister, though, got worse. I was feeling great.... then I got sick. It hit me a few days ago; I was dead tired and even fell asleep for an hour or two during the middle of the day -- that's how I know I'm sick, 'cause I never fall asleep during the middle of the day unless I'm sick. And now I'm all stuffed-up, runny-nosed, coughing up lungs every few minutes. It's yucky.

Not to mention, I lost the earring I had in the cartilage of my left ear for a few months, so it took me a few days to get to an earring store (Claire's) to buy another one. Angelica put that one in, and she said to tighten it when I got home 'cause it was a little loose. But I forgot to 'cause I wasn't feeling well (oh, did I mention that my wisdom teeth are cutting again, which gives me a massive headache, and the right side of my lower gum is swollen?), so I woke up the next morning and it was gone again! ::sweatdrop:: So then I get all mad at myself 'cause I'm spending a fortune on stupid earrings. Not even pairs of earrings, but single ones! So I decided the next day I'd have to go buy another one and tighten it this time. But then -- lucky me -- I found the one that I'd lost the second time, and put it in my ear and pushed it down a little so it wouldn't fall out.

But that wasn't such a good thing, I guess, because it started hurting when I leaned on it in a certain position, so I had to go get a different one anyway. But by this time I had decided to get an earring like Angelica's, where the whole hoop goes through the hole and the ball is what connects the two ends of the hoop. So we went to the village on Monday and I got one (after much protest 'cause I'm a scaredy-cat when it comes to pain, although I do have a high pain tolerance... I make no sense, but I guess that's nothing new). So the ball that I got was a black one. But I meant to get a red one. I was just so worried about the pain of having my hole stretched (please no hentai comments!) that I completely forgot about wanting a red ball and just asked for what I already had, which was a black one.

The reason I wanted a red one was because of a dream I had had earlier in the week about being in the village and wanting to get my ears pierced with a hoop with a red ball, but wondering if Angelica would be mad if I went and got my ears pierced without her, so I ended up not getting them pierced. It felt so real. LOL. When I saw her the next day I asked her if she'd have minded, and she said no, so that was kinda like a go-ahead, I guess.

So I got the black ball instead of the red one. It's okay, I guess. I'll try to see if I can get a red ball without the hoop. ::shrugs:: But about an hour before I got the new hoop put in the cartilage of my ear (which is now throbbing, but not enough to really bother), I got a second hole in each of my earlobes. Little gold stars with white sparkly fake-diamond things in the middle. I don't normally wear gold 'cause I like silver much better, but they were stars and I really like stars, so it's okay. It's only for about 2 months, anyway. I think I waited for 3 months before changing my cartilage piercing, so 2 months should be fine for the lobe piercings (which don't bother me at all, actually, except for the inital burning sensation which only lasted 5 minutes anyway).

But that's not all!!!

The day after I got really sick (which was last Tuesday, I believe, 'cause Angelica and I were supposed to hang out Wednesday, but I still wasn't feeling well enough to really go out), I actually felt a bit better. So it was Wednesday when I sprained my ankle. ::sweatdrop:: I'm not normally this much of a klutz. (Shutup, Angelica.) Yes, I do tend to sprain one of my ankles, on average, once a year, but all this stuff doesn't normally happen all at the same time! Oddly enough, this ankle sprain isn't so bad. I've been able to walk on it almost as if I hadn't sprained it, but it's still a bit sore in certain positions.

Yesterday, after going to the village to do my ear-care package, (Oh, btw, the cartilage hole-stretching didn't hurt at all when the guy did it, but it's been throbbing in the background since a few hours after and all of today), we went to Burlington Coat Factory to buy me a coat. After an hour or so of intense deliberation which included me trying on 2 different long wool coats several times (one gray, one black, slightly different styles), I decided I'd hold onto the gray one and go look to see if they had anything else I'd like. Angelica wasn't quite happy with the gray one, so she oh-so-subtly led me over to some faux sherling jackets. (Did I mention that she really likes faux sherling and has an intense hatred for long wool coats that she hides only half as well as she thinks she does?)

So there was only one that I could possibly have considered because it was this navyish/blackish/grayish color and all the others were tan (eewwww) or green (eeewwwww). Those are sooo not my colors. Even if they were, I just couldn't wear anything that light or bright. I'd go crazy. (Crazier?) Anyway, the navy/black/gray faux sherling just happened to be my size. Lucky me 'cause there was only one of them. Apparently Angelica tried it on, but it was a bit too small for her. (Baka. Were we going coat-shopping for her or me, I'd like to know!) But anyway, I ended up getting it. It feels a lot warmer than the wool would be. But I had just gotten used to long coats 'cause I had been borrowing my sister's long wool coat this past winter.... so now I have to get used to a jacket again. It's nice though, so I forgive Angelica for being a sneak.

So today I hung out with Angelica the whole day. It was nice. I got some money that was waiting for me at the post office, so I didn't even use the $50 that was in my wallet. Maybe I should have, though. 'Cause I lost my wallet somewhere in the library on 40th Street and 5th Avenue between 3:30 pm and 6:00 pm, but didn't realize it until 7:20 pm. Did I mention that they close at 7, so I couldn't go back? Hidoi, ne?

So I'm going back tomorrow morning. Hopefully some kind person turned it in. (I'm not counting on it, though. After all, this is New York.)

I feel like I should be reading that children's book that everyone seemed to have read to them in 1st grade, Alexander's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. Unfortunately, I don't own a copy.

...'cause my wisdom teeth are cutting again. Hidoi. And I guess I couldn't resist complaining here in my 'journal. Hey, I do it everywhere else, I might as well do it in my 'journal too!

Tonikaku... Louie! I want you to come to Otakon with me & Angelica & Liz! You'd better go about convincing your parents! Can you just imagine how much fun it would be?! LOL. Angelica told me that she spent the train ride home convincing you to come to Otakon with us. ^_~

To those who don't know (and who probably couldn't care less)... Yesterday we were supposed to meet some people from the WK-Yaoi ML to go on an anime shopping trip of NYC. Well, only one -- that's right, count 'em ONE -- person showed up! The other four of us were me, Liz, Angelica & Louie. And we all know each other, so that was nothing special. (You guys know what I mean.) So, that was kinda disappointing -- I wanted to meet other WK/YAOI-crazed fangirls. I even made a sign, which I promptly gave to Louie. ("WK-YAOI Anime Shopping Trip" -- Which looked GREAT on her, btw!) We had a great time, even if it wasn't as big -- or diverse -- a group as I'd anticipated.

But the point of this was that... in Chinatown, in one of the comic/anime stores I said "Midori desu, ne?" to Angelica in reference to the Nataku Gundam model I was looking at. And someone who worked there said "Your Jap-English is..." and I said "What? Bad?" I wasn't mad or anything -- I just really wanted to know what he thought, but he just shook his head and made these motions to forget about it. But it's been annoying me all day today! At times when I wasn't thinking about anything in particular, it just popped back in and I got all pissed off! I want to know what he was going to say! Even if he was going to say something like "Your Jap-English sucks and you should never speak it again!" Or "Your Jap-English is immensely insulting!"

Kyaaa! It's so frustrating! I've decided that knowing is better than forever wondering.

HI-fucking-DOI!

Okay, well, that's it. I'm all written out. There's nothing interesting to say... ::sigh:: I guess I'll go to bed now. In which case...

Oyasumi nasai!