wishfulaces: (squee!)
See now, if the cat would just lie down next to me on the couch all the time, we'd both be far happier. (I don't think she agrees with me, I think she insists she's happiest lying in my lap with me constantly scritching her ears, but my allergies and my laptop do not agree with her.)

The cat is lying down next to me on the couch right now, you see, calmly and purringly, and that just does not happen very often.

So this past weekend visiting my mom she mentioned, once again, the Aunt Dimity books by Nancy Atherton. And these are mystery books I have not read before, and I'm in the mood for trying something new, so I pick up a couple on Kindle and apparently am probably going to have to pick up the rest because I kinda adore Lori and Bill and Dimity and all the other characters. The writing style is immediately engaging too. (Also, there are recipes at the end of all the books. Any book that involves baking is AOK in my, er, book.)

And Lori got divorced a year ago and lost her mom recently and is having a really crappy time of it and comes out alright in the end, and, okay, I'm weeping on the plane reading this book, you know? Because it's about grief and love and learning to live with loss and it's really hitting home for me. It doesn't help that I was also reading ceremony scripts our officiant gave us to peruse and weeping at all the sappy love bits. I'm sure every other passenger on that flight near my seat wondered what the hell was wrong with me. I've already told a friend she has to pinch me if I start weeping at my own wedding.

In other news, they got me onto the new network system yesterday, which meant I spent the entire day at work today IMing one of our IT gurus, going "C, this is broken now. C, do you happen to have that password because I totally never bothered to save it myself? C, I can't even *find* this software on my laptop now!" It's okay, he got a lot of M&Ms out of hanging out in my office with me half the day.
wishfulaces: (jeremy)
Oh! So, based on somebody's recommendation--it might have been NPR (I read a lot of NPR at work when I need a 60-second brain break, rather than listening to it on the radio, because I continue to have no auditory concentration ability at all), it might have been a RL friend, it might have been one of y'all--we've started watching Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries on Netflix, these glorious mysteries set in 1920s Australia about a young woman whose sister went missing and who now makes it her business to get into everybody else's business. I've started making a game out of identifying who will be her new lover in each episode, her outfits are always gorgeous, and she is so unapologetically, unabashedly determined to make sure things are done right--and so unapologetically, unabashedly disinterested in judging other people and how they live their lives--that the show is a real delight to watch. We're only 5 episodes in, which makes me happy, because it means there's still a couple dozen episodes to go.

Okay, it's a little ridiculous how much I adore period mystery drama. Or even modern mystery drama, come to that. I've also been working my way through the Enchanted Chocolate Pot books (for lack of a better unifying title for the trilogy?) by Patricia C. Wrede and Caroline Stevermer and I'm pretty sure there's at least one or two new episodes of Castle and Forever we haven't seen yet. w00t. GIVE ME ALL THE MYSTERIES. Ahem.
wishfulaces: (revolution)
Oh wow, I totally wrote more this past year than I thought I had!

fics, in chronological order )
wishfulaces: (fandom collision)
Dear yuletide author,

Read more... )
wishfulaces: (books)
Re: Leverage last night )

I bought half a dozen books the other weekend. Real, physical books, not on my Kindle, and I don't really buy books anymore. But five of them were used mysteries, and two of those were Dorothy L. Sayers that I've been waiting to find (or to show up on Kindle), and two of them were Charlotte MacLeods for my mom because she lost all her MacLeod paperbacks, so it's all totally justifiable even if I still haven't bought another bookcase like I should have years ago.

Also, the article I co-wrote was FINALLY published this past month, and I now have the extra two copies of the journal issue so I can send one to my parents, and I really need to figure out something else I can write next that isn't a straight historical topic requiring a ton of research on my part OMG I'm an archivist, not an academic historian.
wishfulaces: (growf)
I appear incapable of sustaining a good mood for more than a day or two at a time right now, and then only under unusual circumstances, and today has been--well. It's been a day in which, were I not stuck inside my own head and body, I would have vacated the premises with alacrity.

So let's have some music.
April, Come She Will, Simon & Garfunkel, because this song never fails to give me some sort of sense of peace, and I just discovered the S&G station on Sirius and am in consequence in some kind of 1960s folk heaven.

House of the Rising Sun, the Be Good Tanyas, because who doesn't love another cover of another old, old song? Also, I appear to be developing a relationship with New Orleans. I...think I like that, actually.

That's How You Know, Lori McKenna. This is off her latest album that just came out--last month? Or January?--and I heard it six months ago in a little Unitarian church and cried because it was right after the death of my Uncle Richard, and, well, yeah.

The Parting Glass, Wailin' Jennys. I sort of think I want this played at my funeral. (Um. I really don't take time planning my funeral, I promise. But it's been that kind of day.)

The Party's Over, Nat King Cole, because there is comfort in Nat's voice, despite the sentiment of the song.


And for the sake of completeness, I posted a philosopher and a vagabond to AO3 last night. A crossover fic involving Hannibal Sefton from the Benjamin January novels by Barbara Hambly and Julian Kestrel from the novels by Kate Ross. Because these two musicians really needed to have a chance to pass each other like two ships in the night.


Tomorrow will be better. I'll make sure of it.


Mar. 10th, 2011 09:18 pm
wishfulaces: (never could get the hang of mornings)
Because I don't do them very often, I haven't been saying much lately due to the sudden eruption of EVERYTHING in my life, and because I'm not that capable of stringing two original thoughts together at the moment.

Gakked from [livejournal.com profile] fahrbotdrusilla:

1. People who have been tagged must write the answers on their blog and replace any question they dislike with a new, original question.

2. Tag eight people. Don't refuse to do that. Don't tag who tagged you. (deal with it, I'm not tagging anyone. Free for all!)

Read more... )
wishfulaces: (yellow roses)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, [livejournal.com profile] katie_m! I hope it has at some point involved Teal'c, PI battling zombies in a post-apocalyptic world. (Is that an appropriate thing to wish on a birthday? Why not!)

Completely unrelatedly, let's have a meme!

How this meme works:
1 - Leave a comment, saying you want to be interviewed.
2 - I will respond; I'll ask you five questions.
3 - You'll update your journal with my five questions, and your five answers.
4 - You'll include this explanation.
5 - You'll ask other people five questions when they want to be interviewed. Feel free to ask me questions back, if you like. Also, if you'd rather just answer questions in the comments and not repost, that's fine by me.

And so [livejournal.com profile] fahrbotdrusilla asked me:

1.) Which is your favorite EDA?

I was going to say Halflife, and then I thought about Fear Itself...but wait, Fear Itself is technically a PDA, right? Halflife it is!

2.) What's your favorite thing written by Oscar Wilde (I would say barring The Importance Of Being Earnest)?

Oh sure, bar that! Second favorite is probably "The Canterville Ghost," not least because I used that storyline for my magic prop in theatre tech class.

3.) What is your favorite food?

Chicken parmigiana from Johnny Carino's. YUM. I need to do that for my birthday again this year.

4.) What would you like to see Parker and Hardison go undercover together as next season on leverage?

They totally need to go to a sci-fi con together, don't they? I think I can trust the Leverage writers to handle that without being overly cruel to sci-fi cons and fandom. Hardison spends the entire ep trying not to out himself as a BNF, either to his fellow fans at the con or to his teammates; Parker...oh, gods, Parker.

5.) What would happen if Fitz showed up in the new series?

Other than a tiny niche of fandom screaming in hysterics? He would save the world by playing guitar. Eleven would accidentally snog him, Rory would be annoyed when Fitz gave him clothing pointers, and Amy would probably alternately want to snog him and also be annoyed by him knowing the Doctor before she did. And there might be some angst, but it wouldn't last long because Eleven is a tiny bit magical like that.
wishfulaces: (crack)
This is not the WIP meme currently going around. This is the Crazy Crossover Idea meme that I might have just made up. List off the wacky crossover ideas you've had, started writing, and abandoned (but want to get back to), or those that you've had but haven't gotten around to starting yet.

1. Fitz Kreiner/Jack Harkness We're So Gay Married Vegas Caper Extravaganza. I think the only way I'll get this one written is if I have a solid weekend to remain perpetually drunk and/or high while writing. (I have a couple failed attempts lying about...somewhere.)

2. Toshiko Sato/Sally Sparrow Creepy London Fog story. This is mostly because I think Tosh and Sally would get along fabulously, and I've been wanting to write for ages a story about intelligent/evil/some-kind-of-plot-device fog every time its foggy out when I'm driving to work. (I have--one or two?--failed attempts lying about...somewhere.)

3. Secret Adventures of Jules Verne/Invisible Man wacky timestream crossing fic--mostly because I really, really want to put Rebecca Fogg in the beginning of the 21st century and see how she reacts. And maybe possibly slash her with Claire because they would be awesome together. (I once again have a failed attempt lying about on an external hard drive. This is an old, old fic that I'll probably never get back to, alas.)

4. Legend/Stargate SG-1. I've got a start to it sitting in GoogleDocs but it's not nearly cracky enough, and I need to immerse myself in both early SG-1 and Legend in order to get everyone's voices right. And, oh yeah, come up with a plot resolution. (Mostly, I just want Jack and Ernest Pratt to eye each other suspiciously and Ernest then to offer Jack something to drink, all while Ramos and Carter are geeking out at each other and Bartok and Daniel are causing havoc off-stage. As it were.)

5. Georgette Heyer/Stargate SG-1 fusion. OMG I WANT TO WRITE THIS SO BADLY. Vala as a cross-dressing highwayman! Daniel as the bored love interest exasperated by her constant attempts to steal from him! Jack's his best friend, Vala totally opens the whole story by taking out Cam's carriage--I'm sure I can work it so that he's left without pants--and Teal'c is an exiled French nobleman with horrifying republican sympathies who nonetheless fled during the Terror and is both a dandy *and* has all the social gossip. Carter is Vala's friend and the only one who knows Vala is in fact a woman, Janet totally needs to be worked in somehow, Siler is probably somebody's long-suffering valet--Harriman is *totally* Jack's long-suffering valet--and I think I'll need another solid weekend or three of constant drunkenness in order to write this one too. Hmmmm. Maybe *that's* what I need to do this weekend! Ahem. (I haven't even started this one. I just keep thinking how IT NEEDS TO BE DONE.)


Feb. 1st, 2011 07:13 pm
wishfulaces: (some kind of way out of here)
I suppose technically it is a snow day, since the snow has been falling all day (sideways; thank you, wind), but it was called yesterday afternoon in the midst of all the freezing rain, and earlier this morning I could see the ice lurking under the snow. So however you define it, I am glad not to be out there. Even if I barely have any milk left. Hmph.

(ETA: NO WORK TOMORROW EITHER. OMG I might even have to clean house if this keeps up!)

So! This calls for a meme. Obviously. Gakked from [livejournal.com profile] lozenger8.

List fifteen of your favourite characters from different fandoms, and ask people to spot patterns in your choices, if they're so inclined.

1. Chiana, Farscape.
2. Wadsworth the butler, Clue.
3. Wash, Firefly.
4. Geoffrey Tennant, Slings & Arrows.
5. Mona Ellerby, Adderly.
6. Alec Hardison, Leverage.
7. Kate Beckett, Castle. (In part because Esposito & Ryan are such a duo I couldn't say one or the other?)
8. Cosmo, Singin' in the Rain.
9. Ray Vecchio, dueSouth (This is a COMPLETELY NEW development, as I know it used to be Ray Kowalski. But RayV has kinda edged him out in my rewatch of the past few months; and, really, I find RayK far more interesting these days with Fraser than by himself, largely due to the way Fraser reacts around him and that's a story the fandom's already gone through years ago so I'll shut up now.)
10. Illya Kuryakin, Man from UNCLE.
11. Hannibal Sefton, from the Benjamin January novels by Barbara Hambly.
12. Vala Mal Doran, Stargate SG-1
13. Darien Fawkes, Invisible Man.
14. Mason, Dead Like Me.
15. Death, from the Sandman graphic novels.

And no, I did not put Doctor Who on this list because I probably would have embarrassed myself and said Fitz Kreiner. Or be maddening and say the Doctor without specifying an incarnation. HA.
wishfulaces: (music)
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Boxcar Children series by Gertrude Chandler Warner, hands down. I started reading them in first grade, and they actually got me interested in reading--I was utterly crap at it before then, which is something of a shock to remember. (Who didn't want to live in a boxcar with them, honestly?)

I've been watching The Last Detective, the first season, the past couple weeks. British mystery, Peter Davison as the main character, and I've owned the DVDs for at least a couple years but when I tried the pilot the first time for some reason I couldn't get into it. Now I'm enjoying it a lot--it's sweet, and slow, and occasionally Davison's character gets drunk with his best friend and they do daft things like tie a horse up in somebody's front yard or start dancing with each other in the park. (I don't think they were actually drunk for the dancing bit, come to think of it.)

music )
wishfulaces: (fandom collision)
I am home. At some point, this place became home, and that was very confusing while I was home (with the parents) this weekend, because I kept talking about both places that way.

(I love driving past Chicago at night, by the way. I think it's my favorite view of Chicago, somewhere on I-90 going past the lit-up skyscrapers, all that light pollution thrown up to the sky. Hmmm.)

There was lots of pretty snow on the ground, and my mother and I had ridiculous amounts of glee cooking cornish hens, and my dad and I saw The Tourist, and while my parents still have dial-up they also perversely have digital cable so I was able in fact to watch the Doctor Who Christmas special onna tv on Christmas day and finally show off Matt Smith to my mother and explain to her my despair over accidentally discovering/confirming he is in fact 6 months younger than me ("he looks older," she said at the end of the show), and it was only two days but it was a really good two days to be home. Away from this other home. Whatever.

Also, I got two yuletide fics this year!

The Christmas Bet for yuletide, Castle, focusing on Ryan & Esposito, best background detective duo evah


A Mistress or a Friend, a yuletide madness goodie for me, Hannibal Sefton & Consuela from the Benjamin January novels by Barbara Hambly and OMG seriously, Hannibal Sefton is the best character since somebody Shakespearean. I sort of desperately want to write fic involving him & Julian Kestrel from the Kate Ross novels running into each other at a house party before Hannibal ran away from polite society, and then I smack myself up the head & remind myself how much I hate doing research to write.

More on the DW special )

Right, I'm going to wander off and eat a proper dinner with more substance than cereal, and possibly watch the first episode of dueSouth involving RayK, or Peter Davison as the Doctor. I am in need of comfort tonight, I think. Going/coming home is hard.
wishfulaces: (fandom collision)
Okay, so I am in fact doing Yuletide this year, but whatever, I saw this on my flist and couldn't resist the opportunity to WRITE MORE FIC (since I've been kinda bad at that this year). So, originally stolen from [livejournal.com profile] cruelest_month, this is an alternative fic exchange.

I really hate not getting people gifts for Christmas or other winter holiday of your choice. And I really cannot afford to buy every awesome one of you the amazing gift you deserve.

So instead I would like to write you something that you would like to read.

More information under the cut )
wishfulaces: (jeremy)
Hi. *waves* Just to make it clear beforehand: you're awesome, just for writing a fic for me. Okay? Now that we've got the hard part out of the way,

we can talk about the easier stuff. )

Again, dear yuletide author, thank you for signing up this year, thank you for agreeing to write something in at least one of these fandoms, and thank you for the random chance of writing something for me. I really do hope you enjoy it, as I know I will enjoy whatever you write.

wishfulaces: (books)
It's that special time of year, where maybe--hopefully--nobody will comment if I happen to be singing along to "Re: Your Brains" on my mp3 player while wandering the stacks at work. (I totally managed to scare a visitor last week, though. The records manager was leading a small group of people on a tour, she came through the door first just as I was about to step through, I smiled and said "Hello," and she jumped and said, "It's the archives ghost!")

A little bored this Saturday--it happens sometimes--I started poking around my recommendations on my Kindle. On a whim, I bought And Only to Deceive by Tasha Alexander and have been trying very hard ever since not to mainline it like crack and immediately go off and buy the other novels in the series. It's the perfect brain candy for me right now--a little better written than some of the stuff I've read, but still not, y'know, the Height of Modern Literature--and I'm going to take a half-hour right now to go sit out on my patio and read another chapter or three. (That's what gets me, actually. It is such an easy read. It's been yonks since I've read anything this quickly that wasn't meant for a pre-teen or younger.)

I should go visit aunts this weekend. I think I would prefer to sit out on my patio, reading. (They would probably understand that. They're my aunts, after all.)
wishfulaces: (yellow roses)
Okay. I'm just going to say this because it is worth noting. I have been happy since, um, mid-March or so, I think. Not just okay, or fine, or even good, but happy. Like, dance-around-work-when-no-one-is-looking-and-grin-for-no-good-reason happy. I have crappy days, I want to cry for all the shit things we do to ourselves and to each other but, on the whole, I am happy.

It's strange, and wonderful, and I kinda want to cling to it forever and bottle it and give it away to everybody I meet because it's worth so much more than selling. I'm not even trying to fight the giddiness.

So, flist, have some happy. *hugs and snogs you all*


I have started reading the Nero Wolfe books finally. My mother's voice is in my ear, as always, saying she didn't like them because Archie is no Donald Lam. And no, he isn't, but he drinks milk, which I find ridiculously charming--Archie is also very definitely no Nick Charles--and I can hear Timothy Hutton saying his lines, and he and Wolfe live in each other's pockets and I always love that in fictional characters, even though I know if anybody lived in my pocket I would probably beat them with an ice scraper like I almost did that stupid bug that got stuck in my car this morning and would NOT GO BACK OUT THE WINDOW because it apparently thought it could fly through the windshield. But I digress. Slightly. I'm only halfway through the first book still, but I am glad to have a new-old author to read. (And one of these days, I have to finish the Donald Lam books too.)
wishfulaces: (miracles and wonder)
We're up to episode 11 of the series already? What? Where the hell has this series gone?

DW--The Lodger )


I bought an entire professional outfit today, quite accidentally, at three different stores. It all started because I found this fabulous top--seriously, fabulous, and with all the discounts I got it for NINE DOLLARS and I didn't even have to pay for it 'cause I used a gift card--and I wanted to get some kind of black crops of capris that would go with it, since I don't have anything like that for professional wear and they'll come in handy for the conference this summer. And then I found those and was like, "But, I can't wear these with regular black shoes, I'll look ridiculous, I need sandals or something!" And so I went to a shoe store and found a nice pair of comfortable sandals with a very low heel, and I shall give this outfit a test run this week at a local afternoon meeting I'm going to.

I don't normally wear nice clothes to work, you see, and almost all the nice clothes I have are winter-heavy. I'm not reference staff, I'm not administrative staff; I don't typically work with the public or in the public's view, and archives are messy, dirty places. I wear jeans and nice-ish tops. And closed-toe shoes. So this is all very exciting for me.


Has anybody written Ianto Jones' Diary, a la Bridget Jones, fic yet? I am merely curious.

Speaking of fic, I have a handful of Leverage fics open in tabs that I cannot read until after tomorrow because everybody writes Hardison better than me and that's discouraging. But tomorrow I post my fic and can revel in everybody else's Hardison-y goodness. (And next week the show starts again. WOOOOOOOOOO.)


Johnny Depp could totally play Ludwig II of Bavaria. He has the right cheekbones for it.

Or maybe I just say that because of the actor they got to play the king in the 1970s. )
wishfulaces: (sunflowers)
I have spent the morning lying in bed reading a bit, taking a walk, going for a swim, and sitting by the pool reading a bit.


That said, I visited dead ancestors yesterday. And cried, unexpectedly, and felt guilty for not bringing flowers. And that reminded me that I wrote this eleventy billion years ago, and it's crap but I'm declaring this a WIP amnesty day and posting it anyway.

1800 words of an untitled DW EDA fic in which Fitz Kreiner hangs about cemeteries not singing Smiths lyrics. )

I am now going to sit out on my back patio and, you guessed it, read for a bit.
wishfulaces: (Five)
Hee hee.

new Who )

I have spent a large portion of today sitting outside on my patio, reading. HUZZAH FOR SPRING. (Reading Fever Season by Barbara Hambly, by the way, the second in a series of mysteries regarding a free man of color in 1830s New Orleans. I'm a little bit in love with the idea alone.)
wishfulaces: (crack)
For just a few hours longer, probably, you can topeka your way to good local restaurants, or the cheapest way to get from Ireland to the European mainland, or whatever other search floats your fancy. Or boat. Whichever you feel like floating. (Oh, Google. Oh, Topeka.)

(Also, for the collective knowledge pool: what is the cheapest way to get from Ireland to the European mainland? Or vice versa? Somebody just today told me Ryanair. And should I attempt to set up this travel from the States or wait until I'm across that great big ocean?)

I just read today in a newsletter that Connie Willis recently donated her archives to the University of Northern Colorado, her alma mater. Coolness! Go UNC! (Also, I know the archivist there. He's probably pretty excited about getting this collection.)


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