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: (fandom collision)
Dear yuletide author,

Read more... )
wishfulaces: (best gay married detective couple evah)
I stumbled upon an episode of Remington Steele on the telly, Pierce Brosnan is doing possibly the crappest Manchester accent I've ever heard, and OMG THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER.

Um. I had no idea I was nostalgic for this of all 1980s detective shows.
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.


Feb. 1st, 2011 07:13 pm
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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: (beckett)
Castle tonight ended on a group singalong. THIS MAKES ME RIDICULOUSLY HAPPY.

(Also, I had a concert tonight and it ROCKED. Or maybe I was just giddy. That could be it too.)
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: (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: (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: (books)
Yay for procrastination?

Boooooks. Yay. )

And now instead of working on that article again, maybe I'll go to bed.
wishfulaces: (fandom collision)
I have friends driving in from out of town this evening. The roads are still not recovered from the massive storm we had at Christmas. And now it's falling steadily again. Screw you, snow!


Fic what I wrote last year, in some rough form of chronological order of publishing date:

Brush Up Your Shakespeare (SG-1, original!team)

some bits and bobs, from prompts that I don't think I ever finished writing...bad me (Dalziel & Pascoe books by Reginald Hill and Man from UNCLE).

Just a Little Confused (NCIS, for the [livejournal.com profile] lgbtfest ficathon)
The Inestimable Value of a Good Pair of Shoes (DW, Harry Sullivan may be an imbecile but we love him dearly for it, for the [livejournal.com profile] tardis_gen ficathon)

A Funny Kommandant (Hogan's Heroes, also for the [livejournal.com profile] lgbtfest ficathon)

Three Time Travelers in a Boat (DW, for the EDA ficathon on [livejournal.com profile] henriettastreet)
Somebody Else's Conventional (DW, for same ficathon)

Even the Smallest Ripple (DW, EDAs)
A Pleasant Road (SG-1, mostly Cam and Teal'c)

a 5 things prompt (SG-1, 5 things left in Sam's luggage when she went to Atlantis)

Choose Your Own Theft (Leverage/many other fandoms, PARKER RULES)

another 5 things prompt (SG-1, 5 times Daniel was scary)
Sunshine for Your Love (DW, Polly/Martha for the [livejournal.com profile] dw_femslash ficathon)
Thick-Skinned (I-man, Our Heroes Three for the [livejournal.com profile] hot_donuts ficathon)

Of Ogrons and Butterflies (DW, Martha and Benny)
day in the life (DW, Fitz-at-Torchwood)
Each Other (Man from UNCLE, for the Down the Chimney ficathon on [livejournal.com profile] muncle)
The full weight of our burdens (Dalziel & Pascoe books by Reginald Hill, for Yuletide)

And the two audio fics I read:
Twenty True Stories (DW, written by [livejournal.com profile] kindkit)
In Dulce Jubilo (SG-1, written by [livejournal.com profile] troyswann)

Now for some waffling on about the above )
wishfulaces: (Default)
when my fandoms go mainstream and end up on NCIS... )

I was listening to the '60s XM radio station driving home from work, and this song started, and it was classic 1960s with all the strings and a little bit of the woodwinds and then the singer starts singing about cake. In the rain. And how it made him very sad. And the song went on like this for, like, ten minutes. It was quite possibly the most unintentionally hilarious song I've heard in a good long while. It was in fact Richard Harris singing MacArthur Park. Go, listen, enjoy.
wishfulaces: (jeremy)
I'm a total sucker for fic-related memes. That one about the first sentence of your past 20 fics:

Read more... )

Speaking of Fitz, I've listened to the first two parts of "Company of Friends," with Benny and FIIIIIITZ. They were both magnificent and awesome and pretty much exactly what I would have hoped for, so I look forward to listening to the Izzy & Mary stories, since, er, I've never even thought much about them as companions.
wishfulaces: (PARKER and HARDISON are awesomer than yo)
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NORA CHARLES. Even if Nick is really the detective, she's still the best damn amateur around.

(Okay, actually, Nancy Drew is probably honestly my favorite. The older books that you can still find in hardback. Mmmm. Yay. Between the Boxcar Children and Nancy Drew, I was set on reading mysteries for life.)

In other news, this post is really all just an excuse to use the shiny new icon from [livejournal.com profile] lyssie. Oh yes.

woah, unexpected Eliot love )
wishfulaces: (socially awkward)
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So many choices! I could go with Barney Miller, he'd be very understanding and compassionate. Dalziel & Pascoe would be alternately witty and crass but they'd have my back (if they thought I deserved it, anyway). Emerson and Ned and Chuck would sort it all out, and I'd probably get pie. But I think I want to go with Albert Campion. After all, he's a universal uncle. I've always liked uncles.


I was just reading Dr. Seuss poetry. Which may or may not explain why I wrote the above paragraph the way I did. (At least it involved no rhymes?)


I spent today up to my eyeballs in microfilm. My eyeballs hurt.

I'm still getting used to the cubicle thing. I see out of the corner of my eye people walking past and get easily distracted. One of my co-workers sort of glides exactly the way a character from an animated Monty Python sketch would. (As if my headspace weren't surreal enough.)


I like to use my bookstore receipts for bookmarks. They're a handy way to remember where I was when I got a book, a way to ground me--Ohio when I found that Doctor Who novel, Colorado when I picked up that book on architecture with a gift card. My mom uses anything she has at hand and leaves it in the book for the next person to stumble across--I've found appointment reminder cards from the dentist or eye doctor, a note from my brother, a hall pass I had my senior year of high school because I was in NHS, even a picture of me from a play in high school. (I swiped that one; it's hanging on my wall now.) It's a bit like finding signatures or notes from people when browsing at used bookstores, glimpses of whole other lives that have been lived.


April may or may not kill me. It's my fault for scheduling so many things, but April may very well kill me. And if it doesn't, May and June come close behind...

fic me

Mar. 11th, 2009 09:55 pm
wishfulaces: (jeremy)
Oh my electronic gods, I signed up for two stories with [livejournal.com profile] lgbtfest in two fandoms I've never written before. EEEEEEEEK. What the hell was I thinking again?

Aaaand I got started on the fic prompts I asked for, um, days ago. Ficlets, not drabbles.

MUNCLE, Mr Waverly and Daylight Savings Time, from periwinkle27 )

Reginald Hill books, Edgar Wield and his motorcycle, from kindkit )

And I shall get back to the other prompts! I have ideas percolating! They're just taking longer. And I suddenly have no time due to all the ficathons I signed up for. (Seriously, what was I thinking.)

I was thinking the other day that I've always watched procedural dramas/mysteries on television, but the--rules? tropes? better word that I'm currently blanking on?--have changed somewhat in the past couple decades. It used to be all gifted amateurs detecting things, like Murder She Wrote or Diagnosis Murder; now it's all authority figures working things out, typically with forensic science (or other branches of the maths & sciences) like NCIS or Numb3rs. Is it just *my* tastes have changed and I didn't notice the authority-figure shows back in the '80s and early '90s, or have television shows cycled through one phase to another again?

ETA: Has anyone watched Castle? It's actually kinda awesome.
wishfulaces: (fandom collision)
I was going to wait till both holiday exchanges I was involved with made their reveals, but Down the Chimney ([livejournal.com profile] muncle) has a couple latecomers waiting, and I'm impatient. So here is the fic what I wrote in 2008:

By month because I'm curious like that )

And now for a related fic meme I've seen around my flist:

Read more... )

That was my fannish year, which seems to have gone much better than my RL year. But 2009 is not allowed to be a Fuck-Up Year, and I refuse to make any resolutions about it. Resolutions are for people who think they have the possibility of certainties.

And now I must go clean off my kitchen table as I have a friend coming this weekend YAAAAY.
wishfulaces: (squee!)
Title: Not the Bahamas, But Close Enough
Rating: G
Summary: “And how often do you invite yourself to move into other men’s apartments?” Early days for Don and Timmy.
A/N: Written for Queue in Yuletide 08.

Read more... )


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