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Day 01 → Your favorite song
Day 02 → Your favorite movie
Day 03 → Your favorite television programme
Day 04 → Your favorite book
Day 05 → Your favorite quote

Day 06 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 07 → A photo that makes you happy
Day 08 → A photo that makes you angry/sad
Day 09 → A photo you took
Day 10 → A photo of you taken over ten years ago
Day 11 → A photo of you taken recently
Day 12 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 13 → A fictional book
Day 14 → A non-fictional book
Day 15 → A fanfic
Day 16 → A song that makes you cry (or nearly)
Day 17 → An art piece (painting, drawing, sculpture, etc.)
Day 18 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 19 → A talent of yours
Day 20 → A hobby of yours
Day 21 → A recipe
Day 22 → A website
Day 23 → A YouTube video
Day 24 → Whatever tickles your fancy
Day 25 → Your day, in great detail
Day 26 → Your week, in great detail
Day 27 → This month, in great detail
Day 28 → This year, in great detail
Day 29 → Hopes, dreams and plans for the next 365 days
Day 30 → Whatever tickles your fancy

Mostly Products Created By Nature, by [livejournal.com profile] skoosiepants. High school AUs of any kind are like delicious crack to me, and this one is Greta/Bob, one of my not-very-secret-at-all het OTPs.

Spencer asks her, “Is that a gym uniform?”

“She’s got egg in her hair, too,” Vicky says, absently paging through a TV Guide. “My car smells like dead babies.”

“Classy.”

Vicky flashes Ashlee a grin. “That’s me.”

“Raw eggs’ll make your coat nice and shiny,” Jon says earnestly, and Brendon laughs into his shoulder, and Greta isn’t sure, but she thinks he mumbles something like, “But she totally has to eat them,” because all her friends
suck.

“Seriously, I love you guys,” Greta says. Best day of her
life, that’s what this is.

&jepha;

Dec. 14th, 2009 05:48 pm
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Your ass better fucking reply, Iero.
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I was poking around the Internets recently, like you do, and discovered (MUCH TO MY DISMAY) that nobody seems to have written a Jessicka Addams primer yet!

This is not okay. Therefore, I give you:

Say Hello To My Little Friend: A Jessicka Addams Primer

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Read more... )
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(Please note that if you think this is a personal attack: it ain't. I promise.)

Re: warnings:

I don't have a hell of a lot of experience with fic that actually requires warnings- I never write it, and I rarely read it. I have very few triggers, and I don't expect to see many of those I do have in fic. And things like character death and violence don't bother me particularly. Rape, however, is a whole other ball game. [livejournal.com profile] impertinence wrote a post on the subject that explains why better than I ever could. Warning: Very explicit discussion of sexual assault and the nature, anatomy, cause & effect of triggers. Is itself triggery. If a story features one scene in which a person is hacked to death with a chainsaw and eaten and another is raped, I wouldn't expect a warning for the former, but it'd be great to have one for the latter.

Because the thing about getting hacked to death with a chainsaw and eaten is that it doesn't happen to one in four people.

Asking a writer to post warnings with their fic does not detract from their ~artistic integrity. It's not like anyone's asking you to go back and cut that scene entirely, or even say "this happens to so-and-so on page twenty when he goes to such-and-such." Nobody's asking you to be a babysitter. Nobody's asking you to be specific. Nobody's asking you to change the way you write. All you have to say is "warning for non-con." That's it. It takes ten seconds and helps people not get triggered by an unexpected rape scene and spend the next few hours freaking out and feeling like shit. Why the fuck wouldn't you do that? Why the fuck are we even still talking about this?

It's just... it's not fucking hard, and it helps. That's all.
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So today I got up at six, like you do, because I'd switched my Monday shift with someone who needed Sunday off and I am a Nice Person. At least when I get paid for it. I was in a pretty good mood, despite the whole morning thing- God, mornings are so unholy I want to KILL THEM WITH FIRE- and despite the fact that one of the cats threw up on my bed. I put on my headphones, walked up the hill to work, and promptly came face to face with the dude whose shift I supposedly took. He smiled sheepishly and waved.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I asked.

He wasn't.

Apparently the boss hadn't bothered to switch us and also hadn't bothered to tell me about it. Which didn't piss me off as much as you'd think, because it meant I got to go back home and spent the rest of the day chillin' with a cup of tea and reading Momo (which is just about as kickass as [livejournal.com profile] apiphile said). Also it means I get to keep my lip ring in all day. One of these days I'm gonna make a tl;dr poast all about why that fucking metal circle is so important to me and it'll be GLORIOUS and everybody will probably just click past it. I know I would.

Anyway. Hi! I haven't been around much in the past little while, and I probably still won't be around much in the next couple of weeks, and maybe even all summer, but whatever, today is an exception! What's up? Why is everybody talking about the Death of Glitter Bandom? Why does everybody still think that Josh Homme is attractive when he clearly looks like a giant baby?

Links and etc for your edutainment and learnjoyment. )

I get paid soon! This is inordinately pleasing to me, on account of it has been months since I've had any kind of disposable income and have roughly eighty frillion albums to buy. Hazards of Love, you will be MINE.

(Also? I never said anything about this, so while I'm here: Transfolks are not abominable snowmen! Transphobes, however, clearly are. Some people just need to grow the fucking fuck up.)
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Bandit Lee. Bandit Lee. Her name is Bandit Lee and she is gonna be a superhero and wear a cape and mask and fight crime and fly around in an invisible jet and she will never, ever be normal, EVER.

♥_♥

I am losing childfree street cred by the minute here. FTR: I still don't want babies! I just wanna get all starry-eyed over everyone else's.
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MY LITTLE BROTHER IS THIRTEEN TODAY. THIRTEEN. THIRTIZZLE!!!!!!! We celebrated by eating lunch in a vegan restaurant and going to the Clay Cafe, because he is a lesbian. (We also watched 28 Days Later and will be watching either 28 Weeks Later or the third season of Buffy later tonight. Little Brother likes his birthdays like he likes his women: undead and full of feminism.) I got him a Freddie Mercury action figure and two Nightmare Before Christmas pins. I also gave him a piggyback downtown, because we are both ridic.

Mannnnn, I remember when he was a tiny wee wrinkly baby and I brought him in for show and tell because he was the first brother I ever had! I was excited about having a brother back then and I'm still excited now. Happy birthday, honeybee. ♥

(Oh, yeah, and that noise you hear? That's just bandom being better than any other fandom ever.)
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Something I saw on my way to class today, plus two pictures of tunnels. )

I've been trying to make Life Plans lately, and this is what I've come up with so far:

- Finish BA.
- Leave Newfoundland ten minutes later and go back to Halifax.
- Get pet rats.
- Take over the world.

I think it needs some work, but the basics are there!

And now it's time to learn about Sodom and Gomorrah.



I've taken to reading [livejournal.com profile] thegaystarfish out loud to Little Sister (because she really likes the pictures but is a pretty slow reader). Her favourite character is Ryan Rosso. :]
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My little brother is growing out his hair and wearing purple skinny jeans because he refuses to conform to gender stereotypes. (His words.)

Lyn-Z is in the "Desolation Row" video.

The WTF blanket.

Gerard Way exists and is a hand-talker.

Johanna Sigurdardottir, named as Iceland's prime minister on Sunday, is the first openly lesbian head of government in Europe, if not the world - at least in modern times.

My little sister is encouraging me to recast Buffy the Vampire Slayer with William Beckett as Buffy and Guy Ripley as Spike.
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[Please note: this whole post is about how much this fandom means to me, and it gets very very soppy. Also, it's kind of long. If you can't stomach that at the moment, check out this list of the top 5 most horrifying bugs in the world. The soldier ants freak me out the most.]

I've been in bandom for a little over a year now. I don't know how it happened, really- a lot of it had to do with [livejournal.com profile] redheaded_itch, and [livejournal.com profile] twobit, and having lurked in an RPS fandom before, and already being (secretly) into the music anyway, and lots and lots of other things, but mostly I just kind of fell into it before I realized what was happening.

I had some stuff going on in my life at the time that was making me pretty miserable. I had some stuff going on in my life at the time that I had no idea how to address. I had some stuff going on in my life at the time that I needed to escape from. Music does that for me. Always has. So has writing. So I looked at bandom, shrugged my shoulders, and thought why not?

Because of where I lived (and live) and the amount of money I had, I couldn't go to shows or festivals or fan meet-ups. I couldn't really do anything but read and write and listen to music, and that was enough. It was something that was mine, something that none of the stupid shit happening outside could ruin or take away. Maybe it sounds dumb to say that bandom got me through the year, because lol overinvestment. But it's still true, at least a little. Bandom was my escape. It was a way to leave the ugly things behind and just be happy or silly or thoughtful or even angry about something totally outside myself, and I needed that more than anything.

There's so much I love about these bands. Here is a list of them! )

Bandom's at least partially responsible for a lot of changes I've made in the past year. If it wasn't for bandom I probably never would have picked up a bass. If it wasn't for bandom I would never have gotten the nerve to get tattooed or pierced. If it wasn't for bandom I would never have started writing songs again. If it wasn't for bandom I would never have gotten over myself and realized it was okay for me to look however I wanted to look, listen to whatever I wanted to listen to. If it wasn't for bandom I wouldn't have made the decision to leave Grenfell, because I wouldn't have been able to look at my real life versus my online life and realize that one made me miserable in comparison to the other. If it wasn't for bandom I wouldn't have been able to get outside myself at all, and that means I never would have been able to get better.

I'm not saying everything's okay now, because it's not. I still need to work on just about everything. But I actually can work on things now, instead of sitting around and wishing things would get better, and it's because of the music.

Music changed my life. Music saved my life. That's important.
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Something that [livejournal.com profile] yan_tan_tether found: an ooooold video from Mikeyway's birthday party! (Sorry if this is old news, I haven't seen it before.)



Thoughts:

- Gerard, bb, if I can recognize you from the back because of your incredibly poor posture it is time to stand up fucking straight.
- Mikeyway is a lesbian! Seriously. I know like five queer girls who look just like him.
- Cannibal Corpse, Toro? Really? :\
- Ahahahaaaaa, Frank is getting into a fight. OF COURSE.

Recipe for the best mug of hot chocolate EVER: Pour milk (white and chocolate) into saucepan, add liberal splashes of chocolate syrup and Bailey's. Bring to a boil and pour into cup- commemorative Shag Harbour china mug, for preference- then add six Lindor Milk Chocolate Truffles and stir. Your tastebuds will be happy, although your teeth may not.

Unrelatedly, I am so fucking gay for Eddie Izzard right now it's not even funny.
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On the last day of 2008 I went for a drive with my sister and my father. She had a camera, I had a pen, and he had the wheel of the car.

It was a snowy day. We slipped when we walked.

There's a place called Cape Spear where you can stand on the rocks and look out across the ocean and see England if you squint. There was a high wind and spiders sleeping under the lighthouse, dreaming of summer. The fog was too thick to see the gulls, but we could hear a helicopter miles out to sea. It was a lonely happy sort of place, the kind of place that makes you want to jump off the rocks and turn into a bird.

When we got back into the car we smelt like salt and pollen and lights at night.

I tried to capture the feel of it when I was choosing songs to drive to. I don't know how well I did, though.

U2- Running To Stand Still
Joel Plaskett- Love This Town
The Arcade Fire- Keep The Car Running
Basia Bulat- I Was A Daughter
De Capulet- The Paradigm
The Decemberists- Engine Driver
Wintersleep- Jaws Of Life
Stars- Your Ex-Lover Is Dead
The Killers- Read My Mind
Yeah Yeah Yeahs- Cheated Hearts
Death Cab For Cutie- The Sound Of Settling
Tracy Chapman- Fast Cars
The Used- On My Own
Leonard Cohen- Suzanne
The Sundays- Wild Horses
Wolf Parade- Shine A Light

Later that night Older Sister and I wandered into a sketchy bar with a man playing folk songs and "Drunk Girl" on the jukebox, where they gave us free champagne as the year changed.

Goodbye, 2008. I'm not gonna fucking miss you.

Some things that make me happy right now:

This brilliant insight in John Mayer's songwriting process. I've kind of hated John Mayer ever since that fucking "Daughters" song, but it turns out he's kind of funny! And self-deprecating! "If I can't get the girl why don't I just tell her I'm John Mayer?"

This All-American Rejects sea shanty cover of "Womanizer."

Sir Terrence of Pratchett. :}

The Making Of "America's Suitehearts." Cassadee continues to charm the bejeesus out of me.

[livejournal.com profile] iamsupernova's Suicide Girls picspam. (Not safe for work for reasons of boobies.)

The fact that baby platypi are called "puggles."

Also, I'm about forty pages into House of Leaves and I already want to write something just like it.

(Random question: Does anyone have any pictures of crows, especially sketches/cartoons/paintings/etc? My Google-fu is sadly lacking tonight.)
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I've done this end-of-the-year meme every year for the past five years. (I've had this journal for about seven years, just so everybody knows, and was the failiest thing on the Internet for about six.) For posterity's sake: 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007.

Collected Life Lessons from the last few years. )

And now for 2008! )

I had a dream the other night about going on a road trip with the Used and MSI. Ask me about it at the next office party!
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House of Leaves, by Mark Z. Danielewski. I've been meaning to read this ever since I got into Poe. The singer, that is, not the writer. So... about five years? Yeah, that sounds right.

Totally Joe, by James Howe. By the guy who wrote Bunnicula! Except this book has no vampire bunnies, just a gay twelve-year-old boy named Joe who overidentifies with E.T. It's still fun times.

BITCHfest, by various angry ladies. This is another one I've been meaning to get for a while. I haven't been able to find Bitch in Newfoundland so far and even though I'm not as into that magazine as I used to be, I still need a shot of snarky feminist pop culture analysis every now and then.

The Essential Calvin and Hobbes, by Bill Watterson. I blame Kidston for that one. Working at Jesus camp taught me that Christian kids love three things: Coldplay, Calvin and Hobbes, and violent contact sports.

I'd like to think that if I ever met myself buying books I'd think I was a pretty cool person. I feel like I kind of am sometimes. I mean, not cool cool because I spend way too much time on the Internet for that, but I am often pretty pleased by the fact that I am myself. I like myself. It's kind of awesome.

Also awesome: Katie Kay (just in general) and this Against Me!/Tegan Quinn video.



That's my favourite song for the next five minutes.

Today is my nine-month antiversary. I feel like I should celebrate it somehow, but I'm not sure how one celebrates an antiversary- maybe with a pint of ice cream, a Lifetime movie-of-the-week, and a good cry. I don't really feel like crying, though.

As a matter of fact, I feel pretty good right now. Happy to be on my own and waiting for surprises.

Still, here's a song. )
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As promised, ENORMOUS GIRLSPAM FULL OF GIRLS.

Mostly girls in/related somehow to bands. )

Part Two!
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Part Two of Massive Girlspam! )

... Wow. That got a little out of hand.
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Hello, LiveJournal! Today I am going to talk about two of my favourite people (who just so happen to be married to each other), because they make me really happy and I'm feeling a little bummed.

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The two people in question? Jimmy Urine and Chantal Claret.

In which we fly into squeebit. )
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Little Sister, Little Brother, and I were watching Cribs earlier today. (A fact of which I am not proud, but sometimes I get bored and the TV's just right there.) It was the episode that started with Pete Wentz showing people his house, and his dog, and his cars, and his dog, and his fake snow, and has he mentioned he's got a dog? Little Sister started doing impressions of him towards the end.

Little Sister, Wentzvoicing: Bye, MTV! You've seen my house, my dolls, my hoodies-
Little Brother, Wentzvoicing: My penis.

He then hastened to assure us both that he had not, in fact, seen Pete Wentz's penis. (I offered to show him. He declined.) And now he's talking about Flight of the Conchords.

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