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Back in those glory days of the late 1980s, when my family thrived on such shows as Murder, She Wrote and Adderly, we also enjoyed Father Dowling. My mom got it on DVD and I'm finally watching the first season, which she lent me...er, several months ago...and, oh, let's chalk up another '80s-girl-crush, shall we? Sister Steve is adorably happy-go-lucky for having a pretty rough backstory, with far too many mad skillz to be entirely believable, but when Father Frank tells her "Absolutely not!" she just smiles in that "oh, you're so cute, thinking I'm going to follow your orders" way and then goes and does what he forbid her to do. And is awesome doing it. (Also, she wore a tux while bartending. Women in tuxes are a weakness for me.)

Now I want to watch the rest of Adderly, just for Mona Ellerby to go along with Sister Steve and hello, brain, remember how it's the 21st century now?
wishfulaces: (jeremy)
I'm supposed to be in a reflective mood this time of year, or something, I think, but I've been too busy. I think that sums up this year for me--I've been too busy to really think, and reflect. Maybe that's true every year, and I reflect and think more than I realize, in the in-between times: scraping out five minutes here in an airport lounge, two minutes there in the shower, ten minutes in the car on the drive between my usual cities. Maybe.

It's been a challenging year for me--challenging in the best sense of the word. I've traveled too much, I've been frustrated and disappointed at work, I'm still learning to live with another person in my life, I had surgery for the first time in my life, I've written the least amount of fic since, er, I started writing fic. Through all of it, through all of this year, the key, the theme, the important point all along--I realize more and more at the end of this year, so maybe I have had time to reflect after all--is communicating. Figuring out how the devil to communicate effectively with myself and other people should probably be my new year's resolution every year.

I'm learning. I'm still learning. That is what makes this a good year, a challenging year. I have learned so much, I have filed away so much experience and information that I will be able to continue to use in the coming years. This is how I can become the person I already am, the person I want to be.

I've gotten better at saying no when I'm overwhelmed. I've gotten better at vocalizing hurts and coming up with new ways to express ideas when the old and tried ways don't work. I'm still too ridiculously busy, and I still find myself yelling for no reason when I'm by myself (because the real, underlying reason hasn't been examined yet), but I'm getting better.

We had snow here today, so instead of holding a game night with a big group of friends, instead of going out partying at the bars, I'm hunkered down at home in my pjs, planning to cook dinner and play my new Doctor Who Monopoly game with my boyfriend who still hasn't bloody seen the show. And honestly, that seems like the best way to spend tonight.

Happy New Year, everyone. May 2013 bring good friends and good experiences.
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Do your co-workers sneak-gift and card you? I mean, they wait until the exact moment you leave your cubicle/office and sneak in to drop off a card and/or gift?

Seriously, my co-workers are ninja gifters. I left to get some nummy cinnamon-pretzel sticks from the food table or to pick something up at the printer--FIVE SECONDS--and my supervisor dropped off a card in the meantime, with no sign that he'd ever been remotely near my cubicle. It's both charming and disturbing.

So is it just a quirk of my admittedly quirky office, or is this common? (I'm totally going into work early to drop stuff off at people's offices before they come in tomorrow. I'll out-ninja them all, haha!)
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OMG life. No, seriously, I don't even know where the hell all my time is going, other than to work and making presents for people and wrapping other presents for people and packing for trips and preparing to MOVE early next year OMG and dancing lessons and writing Christmas cards and doing choir board stuff (oh crap need to write more thank-you letters for donations, mustn't forget to do that before I head out this weekend) and just trying to keep my head above water.

I wasn't this busy two years ago. I know I was not this busy two years ago. Right?

I'm sorry I'm never around anymore. I miss conversations and connecting with people through my little black box. I miss writing fic. I miss goofing off online and reading fic and--stuff. I miss my invisible friends.

I've still got one more present to finish making and probably another card or two to write, preferably tonight. After I eat dinner, since I sort of forgot to do that earlier in the midst of packing and CULLING CLOTHES omg I have too many clothes.
wishfulaces: (sexy beckett)
Title: The Pleasures of Thievery
Author: aces
Rating: all ages
Fandom, characters: Doctor Who, Liz X/River Song
Word count: approx. 1100 words
For [personal profile] lyssie, for the [profile] dw_femslash ficathon.
Summary: “Do you always have to nick my stuff when you come visiting?” Liz asked.

Read more... )
wishfulaces: (crack)
okay, no, seriously, CASTLE )

To sum up: Age of the geek, baby, age of the geek.


I did not sign up for Yuletide this year. Considering the way this week is going, that is really for the best from the view of stress levels (work is going to kill me, I'm going on another plane with my mother this weekend and maybe I should have gotten sedatives instead of her, an incident in the choir for which I'm on the board has left me feeling ill for many weeks now, and for the first time in my ever-loving life I am having to choose what the hell to do about stupid holidays this year), but still. Woe. I'm not doing Yuletide this year.
wishfulaces: (all the world's a stage)
1. I have a new laptop. It just arrived in the mail today. This is the first new piece of tech I've gotten--bar my Kindle (which is now ancient) and a crappy cell phone that was supposed to be temporary when I got it two (three?) years ago--since the laptop I got as a gift when I graduated from grad school in 2006. HOLY HELL I HAVE A NEW LAPTOP. I will be properly mobile again! (My current laptop, on which I'm writing this since I haven't even opened the other one yet, is now essentially a desktop. I have it tied to an external monitor as the backlight has died on the actual monitor.)

ii. I am struggling about whether to do Yuletide this year or not. I've barely written any fic this year, I don't see me having much time for source reviewing and writing in the next couple months, I'm trying to de-stress my life and that would possibly be stressful, nobody other than me will really care either way whether I do Yuletide or not...but it's Yuletide, dammit!

c. There is no third point, but what's the use of a list with only two things on it? Hell, I'm starving, I need to wander away and find dinner with the boy.

Vier. Actually, I lie; yesterday I snapped at my boss. This is the only time in my life that I have snapped at my boss. (I once rolled my eyes and interrupted a boss, but I was in the middle of a crisis at the time and she wasn't being helpful.) I backpedaled furiously, he left my cubicle amicably, but sweet jesus on a pogo stick that was a terrifying moment or three. My co-worker who overheard the conversation assures me she would have jumped in to rescue me had she needed to; we mutually agreed to make large STOP signs and put them on yard sticks to hold up over cubicle walls, just in case one or the other of us goes too far.

(Today was a much, much better day. Friday! Pay day! I shall goof off at work and not feel guilty! Etc etc etc.)
wishfulaces: (shirtsleeves)
So, being gone all weekend to various places, I came home at 10:30 Sunday night to discover it was below 60 Fahrenheit in my house.


I think I need to spend more weekends here. Or just move and be done with it. Blah.

I have also spent the majority of this week feeling physically like crap. I can't even define it, just--crap. I haven't bothered going to the doctor's office, though, so I probably have no right to complain. I just sit and look doleful, and my co-workers tell me to go home. They're probably right. (I have no choice tomorrow, it's a move-move-move day, so if going to bed at 9:30 tonight and getting up at 7 tomorrow morning doesn't do it, I'm screwed.)

On a happier note, Let's talk about Castle )
wishfulaces: (sundays)
This is the first day in longer than I care to think about in which I have not ridden in or driven a car and stayed absolutely at home. I took a walk to the grocery store, I did in fact sit out on my back patio and read a while, as well as getting some tidying done (not as much with the cleaning, though after I sweep & mop my kitchen will be the most beautiful it's been in weeks), and it's nice to have days like this sometimes. If only I were writing something right now, it'd be perfect.

And I just spent the past 90 minutes cooking, which was fabulous. I forget how much I enjoy mixing and chopping and stirring things when I don't get to do them for long stretches, or have to do them when I'm in a rush because I have to be somewhere else. I think I need to make this a goal for more weekends: COOK. BAKE.

(It helps that it's finally the right time of year again. Oh, autumn, keep being awesome with your slanted sunlight and cooler days and pumpkins. No, really, it's all about the pumpkin this time of year.)
wishfulaces: (miracles and wonder)
A Town Called Mercy )

The Power of Three )

I hate my nose (this is a constant whining refrain these weeks), and I have planned all along that today I would clean house, cull crap to take to Good Will, and otherwise make this place less of a pigsty, but it looks gorgeous and inviting and cool and autumn-y outside, and I would much rather sit on my back patio and read. Blah. I only get the reward after I do some of the work, right?

wishfulaces: (toshiko)
Title: Drag me through the best of years
Author: aces
Fandom, characters: Doctor Who, Nyssa/Tegan, Five’s era
Rating: all ages
Word count: approx 2250 words
Summary: I want to see the colours of another sky - Mexico, the Staves

From this prompt, for [personal profile] livii:
The weird sisters, hand in hand,
Posters of the sea and land,
Thus do go about, about.

Read more... )
wishfulaces: (team)
Title: Got your back
Author: aces
Rating: teen and up
Relationships: Beckett/Esposito, also Beckett/Demming, Beckett/Josh, Beckett/Castle, Esposito/OFC, Esposito/Lanie
Warnings/spoilers: Spoilery for throughout all aired episodes (quoted lines at beginning of certain scenes from 1x7 "Home is Where the Heart Stops," 2x3 "Inventing the Girl")
Word count: approx 6400 words
Summary: Beckett and Esposito: they’ve got each other’s backs, through the years.
A/N: from a prompt and for [profile] harper_m, for the Planned Parenthood [community profile] fandom_helps auction. I’ve really got to thank you for your patience on waiting for this one!
A/N part II: I’ve probably taken some liberties with everyone’s backgrounds in this fic, but I did try to double-check as many of my facts as possible. I apologize for any remaining errors and discontinuities.

Read more... )
wishfulaces: (rory)
I'm in this little singing group, of six women with a female accompanist, and I'm the youngest by almost 15 years, and sometimes the ladies drive me batty with their chattiness when I want to get down to business and sing, and sometimes the ladies piss me off something fierce when they start going conservative Christian on me (where I live, it's sadly par for the course, and I keep telling myself just by living here I subvert the norm), but when they focus, when we're singing...it's beautiful. We sound really wonderful together, especially when harmonizing.

And I'm a total switch hitter in this group, jumping around between first and second soprano and first alto, and I'm used to doing the harmonizing. I enjoy harmonizing, when I do it right, I enjoy hearing myself help complete a chord. I'm not used to singing the melody in the first soprano line, but I do on a couple songs we're rehearsing right now, and--suddenly I get it. Hearing my voice rise above the crowd, and hitting the notes sweet and true, holding the harmonies together with my melody--it's fantastic.

Or maybe it's just my control freakiness taking over another aspect of my life. Whatever, I'm enjoying it.
wishfulaces: (miracles and wonder)
Plenary session this morning, the guy--who's apparently about 10 years older than me but looks (so far as I can see from my distant, distant seat in the back of the ballroom) and sounds like he's my generation--is talking about collaboration between archivists, museum curators, librarians, and the gifted amateurs who have interest in our data, in mining our data and transforming our data coming out of our collections; and for examples he provides a couple mash-ups.

And the vibe I'm getting, the mindset and feel I'm getting--it's fannishness. That sharing, that desire to tease out new ideas from the original source--I'm sitting in this giant ballroom surrounded by geeks (we're all inherently geeks, it's an unwritten professional necessity; it's just that a lot of us are not 21st century techie geeks), and I'm thinking, "wait, I know this feeling, I've been here before."

Yesterday, sitting in a discussion about privacy and confidentiality and what information to provide and what to omit for the sake of delicacy, all I could think was: it doesn't matter, the record will survive. So long as we maintain the record, 50 years from now, 100 years from now, when all of us sitting in this room and all of the people described in the record in question are dead, the record will still be there, and the future archivists can do whatever the hell they want or need with it. So long as the record will endure.

So yeah, the conference is working; my brain is expanding.
wishfulaces: (ot3!)
So the week of Vividcon in Chicago, I'm in San Diego (y'know, weeks after ComicCon). Life, eh?

But I'm here for a conference, and considering I've been cramming for a workshop I'm taking tomorrow I am entirely justified in taking Tuesday off to sightsee and hang out and learn my way around this city. I've walked a little bit of the area around my hotel and will definitely need to do more, but on a day when I've not been up since oh god-thirty and gotten more than five hours sleep and aren't shaking from too much travel.

(September. I'm holding out for September, the month in which I will NOT get on a plane and NOT go to a city further than 90 minutes away by car. That is my plan for September and probably October. It sounds glorious right now, which is an indication that I have done way, way too much traveling this spring & summer.)

But doing my readings for tomorrow's workshop, it reminded me how I secretly kinda maybe want to do forensic science instead of this public history gig. (You would be surprised how much of the theory crosses over, really, starting with chain of custody and ending with authenticity and trust.)

Also, I want to talk about this book on bisexuality I just finished reading. )

Um, I didn't quite expect to write that tonight. Oops? But hey, I got my reading done for tomorrow, I know where I'm going tomorrow morning, and I've had dinner and a shower. Life is good.
wishfulaces: (parker is awesomer than you)
Three fics, read for [personal profile] dema69, for the Planned Parenthood [community profile] fandom_helps auction held in February of this year.

1. Six Months is a Long Time, by [personal profile] telaryn (click on link for full text and author's story notes)
Podfic can be found on sendspace (18.6 mb, about 20 minutes long, mp3 format)

2. Family Drama, also by [personal profile] telaryn (again, click on link for full text & author's notes)
Podfic is also on sendspace (8.3 mb, 9 minutes, mp3 format)

3. Witness, by [personal profile] telaryn (ditto)
Podfic on sendspace (5.3 mb, about 5 minutes 45 seconds, mp3 format)

Note: All three fics are part of the Ties That Bind 'verse. Please let me know if you have any trouble with any of the links or files, including if the link expires.

Enjoy! And thank you [personal profile] dema69 for bidding on me and helping out a great cause. :)
wishfulaces: (CHOCOLATE)
Okay, here's the thing: I really enjoy baking. I enjoy cooking, but I think I get a little extra edge of satisfaction out of baking.

There's the fact that most things I bake last longer than most things I cook (I've got two loaves of a ridiculously healthy quickbread baking right now), so the satisfaction lasts longer. Both can involve about the same amount of work, with chopping and dicing and mashing and scraping and stirring; and both can involve about the same amount of mess (maaaaybe more on the baking side if I'm breaking out the electric mixer). There's a certain soothing quality to both, to standing around prepping things and waiting for them to cook (though it seems like cooking involves more periods of frantic bursts of activity, things needing to be added and stirred constantly and the rest).

But I think I enjoy baking a little more because I used to help my mom bake a lot more than I used to help her cook, and I still occasionally have to call her up and say "Can I do this?" or "What can I substitute for that?" It's one of my favorite things about going home at the holidays, knowing I'll get to bake while my mom supervises from the other side of the kitchen table. Or just sits and chats.
wishfulaces: (travel curse)
I was traveling for 30 solid hours between Monday/Tuesday, and on the long flight from Frankfurt to Germany [ETA: CHICAGO, omg, I was still really jetlagged yesterday, okay?] I watched three movies, all of which made me cry. While in the aisle seat to boot. Yeah. The movies were The Vow, The Descendents, and Breakfast at Tiffany's. Yes, that's right, Breakfast at Tiffany's made me cry. It was my first time seeing it, and I sort of instantly fell in love with the movie and a young George Peppard and have great plans to read the book at some point. (Mickey Rooney as a Japanese man was a seriously jarring note, as was Paul's insistence that Holly belonged to him because he loved her, but otherwise the movie was ridiculously charming.)

If you must know, it was the cat in the rain that made me cry. DON'T THROW THE CAT OUT IN THE RAIN.

I'm still battling exhaustion and probably jetlag, though I'm mostly refusing to admit that. There was a point when I broke down in O'Hare because they were going to delay my flight by 4.5 hours, meaning I wouldn't land until 4 a.m. and get home before five, but thankfully that didn't *quite* happen. I was home by 3 a.m. instead.

But I have a bottle of Hungarian wine and a couple Bohemian glasses, and eventually I'll catch up on sleep. Probably.
wishfulaces: (some kind of way out of here)
I would like the record to show that wasabi peas can, in fact, go bad. Y'know. After a year of sitting around in my one's kitchen.

OMG I used to think I couldn't get worse at updating my LJ, and then I have. I am woeful at fandom (though I thank one and all for reccing fic, particularly random Avengers fic, because it is often light and fun enough for reading just before bed); work is...full of issues right now, and I honestly don't know when they'll be resolved, but suddenly in the past couple months I have found myself more willing to divorce myself and think about other job possibilities again; and, hey, I'm going to Europe the day after tomorrow. Mostly Prague and Budapest.

I've reached a point, in the past few weeks and months, where I've realized I need to simplify my life a little. I need to choose better where I place my energies and focus more on the positive. I'm trying to communicate more, and more productively. And my career is not my entire identity, and in fact never has been.

It's all a process, right?

My Facebook status tomorrow is totally going to read, "Cannot cope; off to Europe." Because I can.
wishfulaces: (sock it to me)
Is it indicative that one travels too much when I have ready to go year-round a quart-size bag of 3 oz-or-smaller toiletries and when I can unpack from a long weekend in 10 minutes or less?

Also, my lunch today consisted of a slice of leftover homemade pizza from...I don't want to tell you how long ago we cooked it; an apple; and a cream cheese donut. Thank the gods I made it to the grocery store after work and bought piles of fresh fruit and veg.

(Also, sekrit message to [livejournal.com profile] troyswann and [livejournal.com profile] jenlev: I was IN LAWRENCE last night, hnur hnur hnur. Ahem. Sorry about that, Sal. Sorry. SORRY FOR CARING. Anyway.)


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