The Last Bastion Of Absurdity

Okay, so it's been another ~omgweek~ and tomorrow I shall make a long post about it. Meanwhile, have another mix! This time somewhat better organised than the last one - I think I will go back and put that one on 8tracks and edit the post with my commentary as well.

This one is for eldabe's Lian Harper fix-it fic, Don't Tell Me Not To Fly. Read it here!

( Click here for album art, 8tracks stream, files and commentary )

I really need to relocate my mornings to the actual, you know, morning. I've lately spent hours after midnight doing nothing in particular and then woken up at one pm, and it's not doing me much good.

So yeah, today was mostly consumed with sleeping and waiting around for a friend to confirm whether or not he was flaking on a thing until it became obvious that he was, in fact, flaking on the thing, by the fact that he had not called me to confirm or deny flaking on the thing. There did eventually turn out to be a good reason, but it has become apparent that I really can't handle not knowing what's going on (especially when a definite cancellation would free me up for something else). I end up all jittery and trying to ring obviously-out-of-reception phones repeatedly and not getting other useful things done (not that that last one is exclusive to this phenomenon :P) and generally not being in the best place. I'm going to have to start mapping things out more thoroughly and explicitly with regards to backup plans and confirmations.

To more cheerful news! I wrote a fic for access_fandom's Festibility: The Uncertain Trumpet, X-Men gen.

I mean to write more of those prompts, because there are some really interesting ones, but I figure I should get started on some stuff I promised for gulf_aid_now. (Also on my epic mess of a room and all the shit I promised myself I'd get done before I turned 21, lol whoops)

Incidentally, I have actually been reading my flist and all while I wasn't posting. This has not helped the situation of my six million tabs, oh well.

Title: you said you'd help me disappear
Fandom: Who Killed Amanda Palmer (album)
Written For: yuletide 
Wordcount: 1200
Summary: She feels like something’s building to a point. An escape trajectory, or a countdown. It bothers her that she can’t figure out which it is.

And OBVIOUSLY I then make my first post in 2010 on the sixteenth of January. I swear I have forgotten how to blog, or something.

So, first things first!

Stories Wot I Wrote For Yuletide

1. My main fic! you said you'd help me disappear, Who Killed Amanda Palmer, 1200 words, for featherlane

2. Madness treat one! And I Said Who Are You Thinking Of, Glee, 937 words, NSFW (oh my god), for pixienotes.

3. Madness treat two! Some folks say there ain't no bears in arkansas, Mirrormask, 408 words, for Angie.


Naturally the porny one has over twice as many hits as the others XD

ALSO: I wrote something for the no_tags fixchange, which I am about to repost here, as well as the WKAP fic - I think I'll leave the treats just on the archive, because one is more a ficlet which I might still expand on and the other is. porn. /o\

I want to rec a heap of other stuff from no_tags but I have not even finished reading all of them yet! So i will save that for then. And I'll be periodically rec'ing yuletide stuff as I go through THOSE, there is SO MUCH FIC, YOU GUYS.

I've also been reading a lot of srs bzns stuff about cultural exportation of conceptions of mental illness and gendered expectations in relationships (I got my mum this book for new year and I highly reccommend it for a feminist analysis of the mars/venus trope) and ~stuff.

Oh and I posted an offer on help_haiti for three lots of epic beta services, despite feelings of insignificance surrounding the whole endeavour - hey, it can't hurt, I guess. Actual monetary donations were problematic because no charity seems to accept paypal for some reason :/ but someone on ontd_startrek finally came up with one. I really have to get that visa debit this summer :P

And ~stuffff has been happening in my life but I am way too behind to document it at this point! In any case I feel like this blog should be less of a "and then this happened and then this happened" sort of place these days. I will still post about hilarious things that happen to me if I can write about it in a narrative way, or as a brief anecdote, but maybe if I don't feel like absolutely everything has to go on here in chronological order I won't have these huge build-ups of pressure and I will actually post more often!

Of course this week I have been lazy and chilled out at home for a few days in a row - even last night when I had no less than three possible events to go to. I guess I just felt kind of burnt out after the last month or two of epic socialising, and wanted to sit around and play facebook scrabble and Sherlock Holmes: The Awakened. Which is... interesting, I guess. I was amused by the opening sequence, which I documented on twitter thus:

@bliumchik: lol Sherlock Holmes: The Awakened begins with Watson rolling around on a bed, moaning "Holmes!"
@bliumchik: Then Holmes bitches all the romance has gone out of the criminal world, & Watson suggests he buy some books of a vague yet specific nature!
@bliumchik: Why does Holmes have a portrait of a random dude petting a creepy little girl on the head and waving?
@bliumchik: Aww, but when I try to walk into Watson's bedroom Holmes says "I have no reason to go there!" ...methinks, protest, too much?
@bliumchik: lolol the pictures on the walls are recycled. Hello again, waving dude and creepy child! I see you have migrated to the hallway!
@bliumchik: Haha the good thing about animating london is that all you need for sky is one grey tone XD
@bliumchik: Why have I just purchased a book about fish?

Then I got stuck in a rosebush. Whoops! Anyway, now I am slightly baffled because I can't figure out if there is more stuff I can click on hidden amidst all the ~scenery or if my next step involves DOING something with the stuff I've found so far.

But tonight I am not being a hermit, but instead going to Die Maschine! Thinking of not wearing my big goth boots this time, though - I wore them to Desiree's Vegan Anachronism birthday party and there was walking around and my feet were very angry at them. Also: lazy, see above.

And in one final hoshit I really did lose my blog for six months post, I have decided to combine a whole bunch of random stuff into a Things I Have Made post!

In no particular order:

My best two sketches from the life drawing class we dropped into on a whim. I tried to clean them up a little in photoshop because I spilled water and they dried crinkly so there were random shadows everywhere, but I got distracted by colour washes halfway through :P uh platonic nudes are also NSFW I assume so lol cut timne.

( cute girl with and without awesome chair )

Hanyway. Some of you may have caught the WHOSE RESPONSIBLE meme - those who didn't, it's here in reverse order. The meme had a mild case of Trying Too Hard and so ultimately flopped, but it will always hold a special place into my heart right next to YOU HAVE RIGHT SLAP WENCH. Also, I wrote a filk about it and they totally linked it :P I thought I should post it here for posterity, with the lyrics since it's rather quiet at the start.

( Banned From Yiffstar )


Now let's see, what else have I made. Some lolcats, a Discworld drabble from a transcendenza prompt... OH YES. *facepalm* how could I forget, this was one of the whole reasons I wanted to do this post.

I wrote a leetle comic about swans for the UTS Writer's Society Zine, Streetcygnes (yes, I am the Queen of Puns, why do you ask?) and then spent about a year bugging frostickle to draw it before throwing up my hands and turning to mishka_jayne who did this awesome job:

( swans \o/ )

I took the zine to the TINA festival - which is a story in itself AND another Thing I Made because I then wrote about that trip for my Creative Non Fiction class final assignment travel writing piece. It was a bit of a stretch on the term "travel writing" consisting mostly of EPIC FLAIL, but I shall post it :D

I have also signed up to yuletide but have not written a Dear Yultider letter because I can't think of what to put in it. I rambled quite a lot in my prompts :P I am so excited to find out which one got written! :D I only got one prompt in one of my fandoms, which is ironic because I went the whole hog and put myself down for about twenty of them, and was then sort of disappointed that I couldn't write all of them XD maybe I will finish this early and put myself on the pinch hit list.

PS LJ is spotlighting kitchenfaqs... guess which letter I misread? Just guess :P

Title: Jack and the Magic Mushroom
Fandom: Fairytales
Wordcount: 834
Notes: Exercise for writing class, rework a fairytale, yawn. This isn't the one I'm going to turn into my final piece, this is just for the lulz.
 

( Jack and the Giant Mushroom )

 

Title: Roar Forth, Steer The Dead
Author: Captain Oblivious
Wordcount: 2420
Notes: So hey everybody, remember this? I finished it off for last semester's final creative writing assignment and then forgot about it. I thought maybe I would expand it but at this point it seems unlikely, so here it is! Title from this song.


Roar Forth, Steer The Dead

August 9th. There have been reports of a curious disturbance in the slums of this good city. A man, presumably the worse for wine, is said to have had a spontaneous fit of cannibalism and begun taking bites out of passers-by at random. This occurring just outside a notorious Den of Sin, it took some time for the City Militia to respond. The man was therefore subdued by bodyguards of the establishment, and delivered to the Guard frog-tied and foaming at the mouth.

Of course the foremost witnesses being Ladies of the Night one cannot be certain as to the veracity of such tales, but this may be a unique opportunitie to observe first hand a case from my field of study occurring in Civilised realms, which suggests that the practice is not unique to Savages and remote island-bound tribes. This will set the Academy in a tizzy! I shall venture down to the Fifth Precinct Constabulary first thing tomorrow morning with my Instruments of Science and make use of my contact there to gain an interview with the Subject. There is no time to waste for the Crown Prince arrives on tomorrow's incoming Zeppelin to attend the Royal Engineering and Machinecraft Conference two evenings hence, and I cannot be less than prepared should he request a report.

(The above being the final entry in the Journal of Sir Thomas Boyd, Doctor of Natural Philosophy, Alchemy and Anthropology, found at his residence some few miles outside _________. -ed)

( continued... )

Today was a good day for the nervous system! Low pain levels, a few spots of numbness but Doc Arkady warned for that - I'll give him a buzz if it's worse tomorrow, but it shouldn't be doing anything horrible. Not so much luck on the skeletal front, no less than seven joints came loose and had to be popped back into place - by number four my dad was grimacing harder than I was! It does look worse than it feels, I'm told 65% of a general population sample will usually experience nausea at the sight of a musculomechanical connection point. No problem with one or the other, or even the diagrams, usually. Only the juxtaposition in the flesh, so to speak.

Of course that can't be a problem for me.

I found some more hair and peelings on my pillow this morning - it looks like the entire right side is rejecting the skin grafts... or rather the skin's rejected me, and honestly I'd feel lonely too if I was half a scalp with steel where my bone foundation ought to be. I suppose I ought to get rid of the other side's worth, too, but on the other hand a single pigtail might look nice. Sort of gives a softer touch. Not that anyone's touching it, for all that matters. CallMeEvelyn keeps telling me to write down all my, you know, feelings, along with the physical crap, but I say it's only a matter of time before they replace those with motor oil as well, and what's the point. But fine: ventures outside today - one (milk went bad early. Who needs the calcium anyway, am I right?) Recoils - nine and a half (and I'm being generous, but she checked herself and smiled, so fuck it). Outright hate-speech: three. Flirting and/or plain comeons: nil, again. What the hell did the goddamn shrink bother warning me about mech-perverts for if none of them hang around here, that's what I want to know. Oh, and the fucking protestors are back, because some fucker insisted on full fucking media disclosure and letting David fucking Koschie interview the fucking Cute Ones, isn't that right, DaveAndAngela? FUCK YOU. I said boo to one of them, he nearly fainted. Mankind For Man indeed, more like Mankind For Fucking Wusses, right?

Anyway, how're y'all doing out there? Did someone get out to John's place and rescue him from the Dullest Hospice Worker In Existence? I know the guy can't walk or talk but when she's around, who'd wanna? Also Fi!! You never posted about Cute Comic Book Store Guy!! Cough it up, dammit, some of us are living vicariously here!

Title: Stumbling For Dying Stars
Author: maggiebloome
Recipient: urban_folk_girl
Fandom: Firefly/Serenity
Rating: PG
Spoilers (if applicable): Post Serenity, you guys.
Summary: The system's in chaos for vague electromagnetic reasons, and crashing into moons is just never fun. Prompt: "Apocalypse of your choice, old school damsel in distress fic. Gen or Femslash River/Inara or River/Kaylee. Apocalypse causes Serenity to crash, dire circumstances, the crew is all separated, noone knows if anyone else is okay. River, Kaylee or Inara is in real trouble, needs to be rescued. Someone almost dying and then not is great. Femslash damsel in distress rescue is also great."
I don't know how well it fits the prompt because I couldn't really fit in the Apocalypse AND the femslash, but... there... is... distress?
A/N: Thanks to faerie_mistress and cynicky for betaing. Title from this song.

Link to the story


Check out the other stuff too - I sort of hate challenges where everybody posts on the same day because I CAN'T READ EVERYTHING AT ONCE AUGH but keep an eye out for the Bandom/Shaun of the Dead crossover for grate lolz.

Haha oh bandom_recs. I wrote comment fic! About Robot Patrick!

...instead of my Power and Change essay plan! Woo!

No, really, it's yet another case of the thing that's NOT THAT HARD RLY but I just don't wanna.

And that video clip was just begging for it. Well, so was greyandgrey really. I couldn't resist!

It was probably a better procrastination method than tetris. DAMN YOU, ZIG ZAG BLOCKS.