wishfulaces: (jeremy)
The Official: Embrace the horror, you work for the state now.

That line means *so* much more to me now than it did 15 years ago.

I decided a rewatch of Invisible Man was in order. It's making me happy.

Also, 64 DAYS TILL WEDDING OH SHIT BEARS. Other people apparently get joy out of these countdowns. I take a kind of masochistic glee out of checking on that number. I think I would rather invite all of you than half my family to come to the party. No, that's a lie, I think I'd just like to have two parties, one with family and one with all of you. My family's had a lot of funerals lately, they need to have a happy reason to come together and celebrate. But dammit, I would totally dig a geeky party of happiness. (Maybe we *will* figure out how to have ourselves a TARDIS wedding cake. MAYBE.)
wishfulaces: (hobbit hands)
I'm flipping through the newsletter from the Midwest Archives Conference, looking over the info about the annual meeting in April, when I discover the plenary speaker is going to be one of the board members for the OTW and HOLY CRAP NOW I REALLY HAVE TO GO TO THIS CONFERENCE.

Thank you, geeky archivists, for being geeky. (No, wait, she's going to talk about A03? HOLY CRAP I REALLY HAVE TO GO TO THIS CONFERENCE.)

That is all. Well, no, it's not all, I decided this morning I really *am* that stressed, but that is enough for now.
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: (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.)
wishfulaces: (squee!)
I had big plans to track down the perfect poem for today (because you know this is National Poetry Month here in the U.S.), something dignified and reflective and fitting of my entering a new era in my life.

Yeah, that didn't happen.

So, since it is also apparently National Humor Month, Here, have a virtual cupcake instead. )

Maturity? Pah! That's for amateurs. Or something. If you'll excuse me, I have to go giggle somewhere now.
wishfulaces: (miracles and wonder)
Well over a year ago, my aunt got me an African violet. I managed to keep it blooming, so my aunt gave me two she'd received that had stopped blooming after the initial flowers. Now, about a year later, I've managed to get both those plants to bloom again. (My poor aunt took it with good grace when she saw the pictures.)

Speaking of pictures, have some. )
wishfulaces: (twins)
This weekend, sitting in Red Lobster with just a tiny portion of my extended family, my cousin K's girlfriend said, "I don't think I've been in a room with so many sarcastic people before," and we were all like, "This? You should see a proper family reunion," and sitting at that table that evening, with people I hadn't seen in a few years and only ever have seen every few years--this cemented why family is important to me. Because there is some throughline, some connection, deeper than constant and everyday contact; some pattern of behavior and thought and style that transcends and cuts through the morass to help us recognize each other. R. may still have no idea where I live or that my sister has left the Midwest; K. may not have known that we moved our aunt to assisted living; none of us may have known K. was dating or now a grandfather ye gods and little fishes, but we are still able to catch up and laugh and tease and be ourselves in some way that we can not with others.

So, despite the panic of taking my mother through airport security for the first time since 1995, despite going stir-crazy and feeling trapped in the hotel room yesterday afternoon when the elevator broke down and mom didn't feel comfortable leaving in case they couldn't fix it, despite my nephew being a typical ten-year-old boy yesterday and reminding me once again why I am so not ready to have kids, it was an excellent weekend.

Also, my brother has an adorable miniature poodle that charmed me so much it was all I could do not to put her in my luggage and take her home with me.
wishfulaces: (the light)
In the chaos of the past week of my life, I have been feeling anxious, sad, nervous...stuff, generally, and going through some kind of emotional thingywhatsit. But this morning I overcame my phone phobia to talk to [livejournal.com profile] jenlev for a little bit, and this afternoon/evening I'm going to drink wine and possibly look at art and catch up with a dear friend, and I've got a couple other friends I need to call this afternoon or tomorrow...

And I need to say thank you. Thank you for being in my life, even if I've only met you through online handles and the monitor screen; thank you for being you, and allowing some tiny part of your existence to intersect with mine. It's good to remember how much I appreciate--people.
wishfulaces: (hobbit hands)
I've been happy a lot again the past few weeks. I don't trust it, I don't believe in it--I so rarely do, and I think this is a byproduct of being an adult because I'm pretty sure I trusted in being happy when I was a kid--but I've been happy a lot the past few weeks and I keep telling myself, just run with it, you idiot.

Yeah.

(My friend told me I'm "lighter." And the more I think about it, I think she's right.)

I cooked myself dinner tonight, and I had a glass of Fat Tire, and I'm going to bake a pumpkin coffeecake later tonight (SO GOOD) and catch up on my tellys, and tomorrow I get to sleep in because I have a three-day weekend. I haven't had a three-day weekend in so very long. And then I get to hang out with a friend Saturday, and go to another couple of friends' house party Saturday evening (which is apparently going to be pre-Thanksgiving, since there will be turkey and I'm damned well bringing the pumpkin coffeecake), and it's supposed to be a gorgeous weekend, and life is kinda beautiful right now.
wishfulaces: (fandom collision)
I will give this to the last few eps of Eureka: they have successfully and often resisted the urge to do massive flashback scenes of previous eps. Good job, there, guys!

New Doctor Who this weekend was lovely, and I still haven't done the massive rewatch of certain eps that I want to do, and I might as well wait till the end of the series? maybe? If I can wait that long? (Also, I love EVERYONE EVER on the show. Almost. Mostly Our Heroes. Y'know.)

My plans for this weekend hopefully consist of laundry, cooking, sleeping, cleaning house, swimming, cooking, and sleeping. I bought a ton of veggies and I intend to use them. Also, NOT MOVING FROM THE HOUSE except by foot. That would be awesome too.
wishfulaces: (yellow roses)
So this weekend a friend's husband finally discovered that my friend has been having an affair for a month+; and two of my dear friends from college got married (I cried at this wedding, dudes, I Do Not Cry at Weddings but these two are so, so good together), so Leverage's Grave Danger Job tonight? )

My friends got married this weekend. Holy shit, I think I might need to cry again this is so awesome for them.
wishfulaces: (fly)
The thing about my job is, I find myself tracking down information about truly random digressions in history. Like Dorothea Dix's crusade to...send a lot of boats to an island in Nova Scotia to save people. IDEK, but it made for an entertaining afternoon?

I got back from my trip to Belgium and Amsterdam earlier this week. Things I learned and/or did during the ten days I was traveling:

1. My nose really, really hates dry recycled air, such as found in airports & on airplanes.
2. Having Belgian friends who have Belgian friends comes in REALLY HANDY when you miss the last train from Ghent to Brussels & need a place to crash for a few hours.
3. You really probably can get a contact high in Amsterdam, and the city really is apparently mostly populated by British tourists on stag parties.
4. I am a far, far more confident traveler than I used to be. Like, even since last year.
5. It's okay to squabble and get pissed off with your friends, because they're your friends and are squabbling and pissed off with you, and then you end up drinking beer across the street from a church older than the U.S. has existed as a country under an awning while the rain falls at midnight, sharing stupid blogs to read when you're bored at work and need a five minute break. Or you're tickle-attacking on the bed while trying to pack, or in the midst of a deep philosophical discussion about the reason and need for history, but that's another story.
6. I need to live in a city with canals. I also need to visit Venice, like, stat. And go back to Germany for a cuckoo clock for my mom. (That's just an excuse. I really just need to go back to Germany. And get to a lot of other countries too, but that will be another year.)
7. Blame T for everything. Everything. She might be in the bathroom getting a shower, but that broken bowl in the kitchen is still totally her fault.
8. Belgian chocolate really is just that good. As are wasabi peas, especially when one's nose really, really hates dry recycled air.

There's more. It was good, and I haven't really had time to process yet, but that's what this weekend is for. I might even get around to posting pictures. In sum, My Summer Vacation in Belgium: we ate a lot of fries, drank a lot of beer, and bought a lot of chocolate. And it was good.
wishfulaces: (ben'n'polly FTW)
If you have never sung Handel's Messiah, full chorus, chamber orchestra, and with awesome soloists, I RECOMMEND YOU DO SO. Irreligious as I am, "Worthy is the Lamb That Was Slain" still had me, uh, quite emotional by the end. And for once, I thought the standing ovation was fully justified.

(Seriously, OH MY ELECTRONIC GODS that was, that was, that was an experience. I think our director was crying there at the end. I think *I* was close to crying.)

And now for some Doctor Who, aka, aces: bringing the shallow since, er, 2005 anyway )

Re: puppies and rainbows from an earlier posting, there might not be many rainbows, but there are puppies galore, and they are all wagging their tails in joy. Seriously. I don't trust this happy. It's gonna go away eventually. I think. Probably. Right?
wishfulaces: (squee!)
I LOVE MY FRIENDS.

I have been ridiculously and stupidly happy all day today, and I don't trust it even though my heart is maybe kinda singing a little, but the crowning moment--so far--for today was opening the wedding invitation from a couple of my college friends and looking at their wedding blog, and I just have to say this.

I know the most fucking awesome people ever.

And you know what? That includes all y'all. I mean that seriously, honestly, and whole-heartedly. I would not be the woman I am today if I had not also met you, solely online or also in real life. I would not have enjoyed some of the fannish things I have enjoyed, I would not have had some of the delightful and deep thoughts that I have had, and I would not have had some of the support that I have, on occasion, needed.

*massive bear hugs all around*

We shall now return you to your regularly scheduled programming of doom, gloom, and crankiness momentarily. Probably. Unless I wake up tomorrow surrounded by puppies and rainbows, and the way I feel today, IT'S ENTIRELY POSSIBLE.
wishfulaces: (England)
This )

is how I ended my night last Saturday at carnival in NOLA.

(Actually, we went to a diner after this, in order to get me a Belgium [sic] waffle, and it was there I found myself slumped against my friend and talking emphatically about Ben Browder's career.

Also, I now know how Withnail felt. Or maybe how Richard E. Grant felt. But oh, how I enjoyed myself.)

In other travel news, I AM GOING TO BELGIUM THIS SUMMER. Speaking of Belgium waffles. Hnur hnur.
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: (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.)

Ahem.

Apr. 5th, 2010 10:44 pm
wishfulaces: (travel curse)
I AM GOING TO EUROPE THIS SUMMER.

...

!!!!!!

I just bought most of my airplane tickets. About a week in Ireland, not quite two weeks in Munich/Bavaria, and then I come back to DC so I can attend a conference that just happens to be that exact week that worked out for traveling dates between my friend and I. (Yeah, I know. It's gonna be AWESOME, I'm gonna be so jetlagged and exhausted. But I've got it booked so I can take a day off to sleep in the hotel before I have to go be professional, aka presentable. And maybe find a way to do laundry.)

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