The beginning of November seems to be a bit rubbish, but my brain is being kind today, so I thought I would make a post about happy things.

+ Having finished Tam Lin, I have discovered to my deep satisfaction that, contrary to what I feared, it doesn't actually fill me with a deep longing to re-ensconce myself in my liberal arts education; in fact, it fills me with a deep relief that I don't have to take exams. (My god, my education is entirely my own! Now I just have to keep living in towns that come equipped with college libraries.) I may be more than a bit in love with Thomas, which should surprise exactly no one. I am tempted to dust off my old Carter Hall manuscript and stare it down as though I'm actually going to get NaNo work done on it. (Carter Hall is the, um, Tam Lin story I started when I was but a wee one in high school. It is happily very unlike Pamela Dean's version, and unhappily very like it was written by a fifteen-year-old.)

+ Speaking of NaNo: my word count this month, entirely in ridiculous WIPs, is 4281, or a whopping 9% of 50,000. I am only counting at all because [livejournal.com profile] fahye is keeping careful track of her word count, and I often do things that Fahye does, mostly subconsciously. She is, by the way, better at this unofficial NaNo thing than I am.

+ I enjoy other things about November, also! I am loving the weather; it keeps hovering confusedly somewhere between 30°F and 50°F, and the ten-day forecast promises chilly rain later this week, but I am holding out hope for snow, because I am always holding out hope for snow. A certain portion of houses in my neighborhood are still sporting tattered forlorn Halloween decorations; another portion are already cheerfully displaying Christmas lights. Sometime in mid-December I think I shall pick an evening that is not too cold and walk the eight blocks or so that compose my immediate neighborhood, checking out all the decorations. For now I am just breaking out all my hats and scarves and drinking roughly my own weight in hot cocoa.
aria: ([due south] thirty-two down)
( Aug. 13th, 2010 12:51 pm)
I have a weird fondness for Friday the 13ths! They always seem to be full of awesome. For instance:

i. My moving stress has been greatly reduced by a potential bed! Ugh, furniture. If I could, I would renounce all material possessions. Except for my laptop, which is basically a part of my brain. And my books, because, books.

ii. Still on that notion of Cumberbatch!Master: a manip for your enjoyment. It mostly works, but I have spent too much time staring at John Simm's hands to not be a little freaked out to see them disembodied from John Simm's face. Also, I suspect that Cumberbatch!Master wouldn't have laser.

iii. On the Prowl, a VVC vid that is fascinating me. I ... don't necessarily recommend it, because I don't know where anyone's line is. (In short, warning/enticement: it's 3+ minutes of pretty boys being hurt in increasingly graphic ways.) It's an amazing observation of fandom, and fandom's enjoyment of these scenes, and it's definitely something of which I'm culpable -- if "culpable" is even the right word; I'm going back and forth on whether it's a reclamation or if it's just as goddamn creepy as it is in Women's Work.

It's especially interesting to me because I was raised in a household where any media that had a high rating for sex was totally okay, and any media with a high rating for violence was totally not. (The reasoning explained to me by my father, in summary: "It's not okay that we live in a society where two men walking down the street holding guns is acceptable, and two men walking down the street holding hands isn't.") I deeply approve of this philosophy, but it necessarily means that it took me until my involvement in media fandom to even stumble across the concept that there could actually be overlap in the Venn diagram of sex and violence. I still really notice it -- I think it would pretty much take an act of god to get me desensitized to violence -- but I was still amazed when I watched this vid and discovered that my line isn't until the three minute mark. Only thirty seconds of that footage make me uncomfortable.

Now I'm really curious where everyone else's lines are.
aria: ([aria] whee!)
( Jul. 2nd, 2010 03:04 pm)
This just in: slush piles are amazing.

Today I failed to get a library card because I'd left proof of address at my apartment. Being an adult: apparently it is about having the right paperwork. Trying again tomorrow, now with 100% more paperwork!

This entry is pretty useless, and I am probably so wildly happy right now because I have coffee shop chocolate cake and a folder of Highlander porn and aforementioned amazing slush pile, but that's okay! Let me share the happiness by linking a picspam of a hundred and fifty cuddling animals. Kittens cuddling kittens! Puppies cuddling kittens! Puppies and kittens cuddling! Birds all huddled and fluffy! Frogs, elephants, meerkats, monkeys! Aww.
Aria's summer to-do list, divided into three sections, all of it hopefully at least a tad realistic. )

I am hoping that I will at least accomplish all of the things in the real life to do list (even the girlfriend one and the cooking one, because a girl can dream); I am hoping I will accomplish at least half of the things in the to write list; and I sort of hope that, out of my to-watch list, the only one I will make any real effort on will be Babylon 5, because I would honestly rather sacrifice that list to the other two than the reverse.
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