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Tuesday, February 10th, 2015
3:12 pm - We could be Heroes
I've got 'em, you want 'em!

Comic Books!

An olio of the '70s-'90s, two long boxes, leaning on Marvel but not exclusive. I know there's Hellblazer (topical!), maybe Hellboy, X-Men of the Uncanny flavor... Honestly, I have no clue what all is in there, but I'd love it if people found stuff they'd love to have, or would be willing to try, because everything else goes in the recycling bin.

In lieu of compensating me for comics you want, I ask you to make a contribution to the Comic Book Legal Defence Fund.

And don't just say you will and then not do it because Wolverine hates that crap and will kick your ass.

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Thursday, February 5th, 2015
3:44 am - Reign O'er Me
He didn't think he'd ever been here when the rain was cold. This hard, yes. Not cold. First time for everything. The wind occasionally delivered a breath of mist, but for the most part he was safe and dry here, hands tucked into his pockets, standing on the porch under the eaves, enjoying the sound of the rain. The bamboo arched over the walkway, and he could see rain drops collecting on the leaves before hurtling off the tips.

She must have kicked off her shoes, gone barefoot, at some point, because he didn't hear her come up behind him, didn't even know she was there until he caught a hint of her perfume. He smiled. "Got bored of reading?"

She leaned into him and shrugged. "Heard they've got this weird thing called Rain out here. Thought I'd investigate. Figured maybe I'd just stand somewhere dry and look at it but not do anything."

"Sounds like an excellent idea." He glanced over his shoulder. She was tall enough to lay her chin on his shoulder, which she was doing. A couple of pieces of her ear jewelry gleamed in the porch light. "I'm glad you've opted against your usual madcap shenanigans."

Her face lit up. "Ooo! Madcap shenanigans! Gee whiz, daddy-o, I'm not game for that sorta applesauce." She poked him in the ribs. "A hundred years ago called. They said you can keep their lingo if they get DSL."

He grabbed for her hand; she allowed him to catch it. He lifted it for a lingering kiss, his grey blue eyes meeting hers. "Can you hear that? All that water coming down? It's mind boggling how much must be landing every second."

She bumped his shoulder, eyeing the dark expanse of the lawn. "I bet we'd understand it a lot better if we went out there and ran around in it."

He snorted. "What the hell? It's cold. We'd get soaked."

"I've heard sketchy rumors that we dry off!" She grabbed a handful of his sleeve, tugging at it encouragingly. "You could try having some fun, and if you don't like it, we can stop. Pinky swear."

He rolled his eyes. "We're doing just fine here, not covered in mud and grass stains, comfortable, dry, and warm."

"Okay," she grumbled, sliding her fingers down his hand, lacing them with his, "I guess we're just going to stand here, close together, enjoying the warmth of each other's company or whatever, instead of having fun."

He smiled, feeling the warmth of her breath through his cotton shirt, staring out at the darkness until the inevitable happened--she dashed out into the yard, yanking him along with her, the cold water sending a shock through him. Her hair glistening with a jeweled crown of raindrops, she dropped his hand, her grin inviting him to chase her. And he did, as he always would.

current mood: Literary

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Tuesday, February 3rd, 2015
4:56 am - Game book is out, y'all!
My game book submission, Ambercon US 2015
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Monday, February 2nd, 2015
3:23 am - Three o'clock High
Hell of a night for insomnia. But my brain won't shut up.
Right now it's thinking about guitars. You wouldn't think it to look at me, but I have a guitar collection. Electric, acoustic, classical. My very favorite, by a mile, was a gift from a friend, on the condition that I find her a home where she'd be played. This was no problem, I thought, because I was going to learn to play. I even bought her a sticker for the case--Woody Guthrie's "This Machine Kills Fascists". Well, I've done a pretty shitty job so far. It's hard, and my fingers can't find the strings, and there's no room on the neck for them. Also, sometimes when things get hard... A lot of times, when things get hard, I fall back to stuff I already know, because I'm not the guy who tries to do stuff and fails. I'm the guy who knows stuff and looks confident doing stuff he already knows. And I'm thinking to myself, wondering how long I can call her mine, how long I can keep trying to make my fingers do the magic. I really don't want to let her go--I'm very fond of her and would miss her. I'm pretty sure I'd cry. But I promised, and she's probably not getting what she needs.

Plus, if you let a guy who anthropomorphises inanimate objects own a guitar, who knows where that will lead?

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Saturday, January 31st, 2015
9:24 am - For my own reference
Work on Edgewood--maybe instead of Midwinter

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Friday, January 30th, 2015
10:31 pm - Untitled Project
Yesterday in the news there was an announcement about *25* file cabinets of photos, negatives, and postcards of historical San Francisco that had been anonymously donated to the Western Neighborhood Project. Most of the first release was the Sutro Baths, the Cliff House, and that neighborhood. I had the bare genesis of a story involving somebody not well off living in San Francisco about the time of the MidWinter Faire (1894). The climactic scene takes place at a party at Sutro's Cliff House.

I went with my gut instinct and I grabbed some research material for the story that I had been eyeing longingly as aids to my writing. Only I hadn't been working on it recently, and after paying out for the books, I found that all of my research has gone away. Lots of it was Google, but some of it was private libraries and some of it was me drawing conjectures and lines of possibility.

However. I'm just going to pretend there was a big fire, and that's why I have to start over. You can't be mad at fire. It doesn't give a rat's ass. I'll just start over, try to remember what my original sources were, and find more. There are not a lot of sources for California between the gold rush and the earthquake, let alone involving poor people, so they should stand out like sore thumbs. I don't know how long this enthusiasm is going to last, but let's assume a couple of years, enough to finish a first draft.

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Tuesday, January 20th, 2015
2:42 am - Chicago Shuffle 2: Follow Up
So the weekend didn't end quite as glowingly as it began. I woke up this morning having trouble breathing--like I couldn't get enough oxygen out of the air. It felt a lot like drowning. I mentioned it to Rose, but I'd been kind of a drama generator and so I didn't add "And I think I'm going to die." I grayed out briefly, but something changed and I didn't pass out. There was pressure in my chest, I had heartburn, and my right arm was numb. That was enough to send me back to the living room to say "Um. I don't want to play 'look at me' again, but I think I'm having a heart attack." And they promptly did the right thing and bundled me off to immediate care. Rose sat with me and kept me from freaking out too much. They didn't think I was having a heart attack--EKG was normal for starters. They recommended that I stop being so stressed out all the time, and gave me a prescription for Pepcid. And since I got home, I've had a little trouble catching my breath.

The moral of the story is: If you're going to have a heart attack, don't do it around [profile] roseneko. She's had a long day.

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Thursday, January 15th, 2015
7:47 pm - city of windy shoulders
I was up early to catch a flight where Rose, who was up only slightly later, came and fetched me. We saved my phone from exploding before braving the deluxe parking lot with dynamic spaces that is The Kennedy. There were Yule presents, because i demanded it and I am a princess. Andersonville next bowed to our might, as shop by shop we stormed the streets.

Then it was nap time.

And now Brian is making a dinner that I can eat, because he's awesome and I am special.

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Wednesday, January 7th, 2015
1:59 pm - IFIAYAQD! Wednesday Edition
I think I've asked this before and participation was... disappointing. I'm not pointing any fingers, especially not at Kindred, I'm just looking for your honest unseasoned opinions. Mom, this is one of the times I'll actually listen to your opinion, so make the most of it. I think I'm at the point where I want to begin the name change process. Along with advice on what I can do in advance to make the process easier, I'm also indecisive about what to do with my middle name. First and last were easy, but there's something to be said for all of my middle name options. If I were in big big trouble and you had to shout my whole name across the backyards of town to send me home in a hurry, what would you want it to be?

(If you're reading this on the Facebooks and don't have an LJ/DW account, you can't actually vote in the poll but I'm sure that won't stop you from leaving a comment on any/all of the three sites.)



Yes, Amy, you did in fact spark this.

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Monday, December 22nd, 2014
8:48 pm - Now I have a date and time. Ho Ho Ho.
I completely forgot Christmas was coming up, which means it is time for THE GREATEST CHRISTMAS MOVIE EVER.

So get your butts over here tomorrow at seven for the annual screening of Die Hard! If you want to eat here, contact me and we'll plot something. But you won't want to miss a minute of John's worst holiday party until next year. There's even a helicopter! Feel free to let me know if you're coming, because if you don't we may start without you.

There will of course be a screening of The Ref during the Twelve Days of Christmas, date TBD.

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10:14 am - Tru dat
So here's how it went down.

There's a pretty solid and long established detente between the witches, each with their own corner and their own army to enforce the peace if anybody gets shirty. Then the wizard shows up and lands in the middle of everything, carving out a chunk in the center of the playing field. Now he has a fortified city, and only one of the witches has any serious air power. Cold war suddenly gets hot, y'all.

Balance is upset and everybody's nervous. When the American shows up, it just gets upsetter. First thing she does is take out one of the major players, and the Eastern bloc is suddenly in play. And, just like an American, she has no idea what she's done.

North is on the stick and sees a way she can push the vacuum even further, take down the paper tiger by exposing his fraudulent claims. I don't know why Glinda gave her the red slippers, except maybe because she's kind of a dick and wanted to tweak West's nose.

So Dorothy plunges into the thick of things and hits the EC full speed, a small surgical team slipping past civic defences. The Wizard is completely unprepared, but his specialty is thinking on his feet. *He* also sees a way to leverage the American into giving him a gateway to the West. He sends Dorothy off on an 'exploratory mission' and figures either she kills the witch or she gets offed. Either way, Wizard wins.

But the American's specialty is bumbling into wild success, and she comes back wreathed in popular support. Again thinking on his feet, the Wizard gladhands his way through the situation temporarily and then grabs the last chopper out of Saigon.

Glinda, of course, is right there. She's managed to clear three of her opponents off the board, and chivvies Dorothy offstage as well, because there's no place like home after all. ("You could have gone home all along! I just didn't tell you!" Proof that I'm an American? I would have punched that witch right in the mouth.)

South is so slow, she hasn't even reacted this entire time, so it's just a question of whether to mop her up slowly, bit by bit, or crush her with a direct assault.

And that, kids, is how Glindastan was born.

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Sunday, December 21st, 2014
9:19 am - TV Party Tonight
I know there're a bunch of TV shows I'm supposed to watch, but the handy list I made was on paper and thus gone forever. And so I come to you in a belated IFIAYAQ! fashion, to ask you What Was On That List?

I remembered the rest of Deadwood, the rest of Babylon 5, West Wing, and Arrested Development. (Bonus if it's on Netflix streaming.)

EDIT: Updates over here.

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1:00 am - This icon is for one person, and only one quarter of it
I was up far too late talking with a dear friend who was far too tired but let me talk because I was in a fragile state, pearls aclutched and everything.

We were discussing keeping things tidy, and I mentioned that one of the few things making my happy at the moment was that I could briefly tell there was a table under the pile of stuff on my bedside table. I closed with this: "The longer my room stays looking like a display in a museum, the better."

And I looked at that for a moment before it hit me--the wide disparity between general connotations of 'museum' and my personal connotations of a place where important things are set out so they're pretty and easy to see. Museums are like libraries to me, and again I ran into that same schism.

She was asleep by the time I thought of the perfect representation of that dichotomy. So I'm sharing it with you all instead. It's that bit from Last Crusade where The Guy in the Fedora is about to throw Indy overboard, and he says

"That belongs in a museum!"
"So do you!"

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Friday, December 19th, 2014
10:06 am - Well, poop.
I didn't think there was going to be a conflict, but A Few Good Men went head to head with ACUS and lost. ):

EDIT: As an insight into character, I just spent five minutes picking out an icon that maybe three people will see.

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Friday, December 12th, 2014
7:00 am - My tweets

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5:15 am - S A TUR DAY Night!
Had one of those weird vivid half-awake vivid imaginations. A roller derby league, like back in the seventies when it was more of a professional wrestling soap opera. Except in this league it was the zebras who had beefs and throw downs.

In fact, in the middle of a match the jam timer (whose name I do not know) started picking at Curt Vile, one of the penalty timers, for his name choice, insinuating that it was simple plagiarism of an early nineties punk artist. They both had accents that suggested lower class England.

"It's not plagiarism, you stupid git. It's an homaaaaaaaaage! You obviously know nothing about early 20th century composers!"

"Don't you talk down to me, you pretentious pseudointellectual hat-basket!" I have no idea. Don't ask me. I was just watching. But at that point, he grabbed a surprisingly heavy bouquet of foxglove from a flower cart located near the scoreboard and started thrashing Mr. Vile. Blossoms were flying everywhere, and distracted skaters had abandoned their jam, and then I had to go get a drink of water.

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Saturday, December 6th, 2014
7:00 am - My tweets

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Friday, December 5th, 2014
5:43 pm - It's beginning to look a lot like
I know that, back around the time of the iPocalypse, I put out a request for people with mixes of mine to send me the tracklistings. However, at this special time of year, I am asking specifically for people who might have one of the four iterations of "Slouching Toward Bethlehem" (A very special Christmas mix, divided into the Palestine and Pennsylvania discs) to contact me. And of course the yearly offer to make a copy of STB for those who might be tired of the usual Bing Crosby/Swingle Singers Christmas fare because as of Friday on Thanksgiving weekend it was feeling a bit overplayed.

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Thursday, December 4th, 2014
7:00 am - My tweets

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1:37 am - Power to the people, Right On
Now that the GOP has cured ebola and swept every governmental body from the Senate to my friend's book club, there's a lot of dangerous talk about 'bipartisanship' and 'working together'. I'm just going to say this once--knock that crap off.

I had a president once who thought it'd be fun to try bipartisanship, you know, just once, to see what it was like. But when he started treating the minority like they had a role in policy and law making, they suddenly forgot they were a minority and decided they had to have their own way all the time.

My country spent six years violently thrashing and spinning its wheels in forward and reverse at the same time, churning up the ground and failing to perform even the simplest of tasks (aside from congressional pay raises of course) until somebody got the idea to cut Congress out of lawmaking altogether, which sort of helped.

So, yeah, Just Say No to Bipartisanship.

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