wishfulaces: (dance)
One of my choirs had their concert Monday night--HUZZAH--the other is having its concert this Saturday night--HUZZAH--and all this means that for a few months I will blessedly only be singing in one group. (I told my work minion the other day "Don't let me do all three choirs again in the fall, please. Remind me how crazed I was right now." We'll see if I hold myself to that.)

The concert Monday night was funny in a way--we were doing songs of the American composers, and the third to last song was a spiritual arranged by Moses Hogan. I always feel weird singing spirituals, especially when I'm in choirs that are almost entirely white, but apparently we did a good enough job that somebody in the audience was moved to holler during the song, which led the entire choir and the director to blink a lot and look around at each other in confusion because, dude, the audience doesn't interact with us while we're still singing! I kept laughing after the song was over during the wild applause, pure physical reaction to the unexpected emotion. It did make the last two songs of the concert much more fun for all of us, I have to say.

And last night I drove to a town an hour away to watch the dance troupe Pilobolus, and they strongly felt to me like they were coming out of a modern dance tradition (okay, a lot of their movements probably belonged to other traditions, but I recognized some of those moves from my own dance classes), and the group philosophy is about groups interacting and working together as individuals, and I could definitely see that. They were very definitely individuals, and it was a different feel from other dance troupes I've seen that worked much more--harmoniously? Cohesively? It was interesting, but I was usually not as emotionally moved as I am by movement--a bit like that a capella group I saw there last year, that sounded technically gorgeous but had no soul for me.
wishfulaces: (travel curse)
Holy gods, I have reached the point when fun things are causing me extra stress and that is just SILLY.

This weekend: fly to New Orleans, travel through swamp and plantation, possible Easter egg or keg or something hunt?, GO TO A MUSEUM for once while still in the French Quarter
Next weekend: birthday dinner Friday night I'm organizing for myself at a local restaurant (OMG large party! OMG making a reservation! OMG asking friends to spend money to buy their own dinners when we all are broke!); mini road-trip with the boy around the area Saturday/Sunday
Following weekend: maybe clean house? For the first time in longer than I care to think?
Last weekend of April: one choir concert Saturday night in one town, sing at church services at o'gods o'clock for different choir Sunday morning in another town
First weekend of May: fly back east to visit friends
(dad visiting in here somewhere?)
Last weekend of May: friend's wedding, possible mini-road trip somewhere since it's a long weekend?
(dad visiting in here somewhere?)
Late June: fly to upper northwest for another friend's wedding, if the timing and moneys and vacation work out?
Last weekend of June/first week of July: fly to BUDAPEST AND PRAGUE, boo-fucking-yah
First week of August: SAA conference in California; try to visit cousins that weekend before flying back

I do this to myself every year lately. Note to self: SPACE THE TRAVEL OUT BETTER. Also, allow yourself weekends at home every once in a while, fool.

Wait, it's my 30th birthday year. I promised myself EPIC TRAVEL, didn't I? But, just, between work and the boy and choirs and family and other RL stuff, I've had no time to play in any fandom, write much fic, and I don't have the time to miss it but I miss it anyway.

Yesterday we saw a production of Importance of Being Earnest, and I always go to productions of this play because no matter how terrible the actors may be, the play is still funny because of the writing. And this was going to be one of those mundane, mediocre productions until right there in the second act when Algy threw a muffin at Ernest's back, snatched it from the floor where it fell, and tossed it in his mouth. The actor playing Ernest proceeded to break, and then so did the actor playing Algy when he tried to say his line with a mouth full of muffin. There is nothing, I tell you, nothing more gleeful than when even the actors can't keep a straight face. The audience went into hysterics; the other bit as hysterically funny was when the ancient butler made continuous creaking noises serving tea while Cecily and Gwendolyn looked on in horror.

(This was a much more physical/melodramatic reading of the play than I usually see, which actually did make it quite fun--their movements were often highly stylized and exaggerated in lovely, silly ways.)

So, yes, LIFE. Christ, such a first-world problem, I should quit my whining.
wishfulaces: (jenny)
Oh wow, I totally wrote more this past year than I thought I had!

fics, in chronological order )

So, about as much DW as you would expect, about as many crossovers and multi-era DW fics as you would expect, a few new fandoms (yaaaaay! I'm really glad of that, actually; it's exciting to write for different characters and different worlds), and continuing to support the gay and bisexual agenda, woo. I didn't do as much audio fic as I would have liked, and I have a feeling I won't be writing as much in 2012, but...we'll see how inspired I am as the year goes?
wishfulaces: (squee!)
...Apparently this weekend I am dressing in film noir drag for a friend's birthday party.

I need to acquire suspenders. And candy cigarettes. And a more appropriate tie than my purple silk one. (No, I can't use the blue silk cravat either.)

Man, if I were dressing in Victorian drag, this woulda been SO MUCH EASIER.
wishfulaces: (music)
Tonight I saw the Yamato drummers of Japan and they were kickass. The choreography, the theatricality of the show, the backdrops and use of screens and lighting--seriously, the lighting, all these rich reds and oranges of sunrise or sunset and cold blues of twilight and night, and the transitions between were really well orchestrated--and, of course, the drumming itself was brilliant. Talk about fine muscle control, and I think the rhythms are still thrumming through me (I can't imagine how the drummers feel still, an hour or two after the show is over). One guy had John Shepard hair, which was surprising and a little distracting, and he happened to be the main goofball who happened to have a partner in crime that was not at all like Rodney McKay. Actually, John Shepard!hair helped me realize what some of the movements with the drum sticks were strongly reminding me of, why they felt so familiar--Teyla's stick fighting moves. (And speaking of hair, I totally developed an instant girl!crush on one of the drummers, all because of her fabulous, fabulous hair.)


Hey, look! [livejournal.com profile] lunate8 has podficced "Life in the 21st Century" - check it out!. I've never had anybody want to podfic the same story twice before, this is really cool. Actually, the response generally to this fic has been wicked and cool. Oh, Hardison, how you so awesome?


Okay, I'm getting up stupidly early for a weekend in order to go to a pub crawl for cancer with a bunch of people I don't know. This could either go fantastically or be one of the bigger mistakes of my life. Whoopee?
wishfulaces: (raven in winter)
I recorded this for a friend and decided, what the heck, I'll be an attention whore and post it here too.

Title: In the copper light
Author and speaker: aces
Fandom: Slings & Arrows
Length: 10:06, 9.25 mb
Format: mp3
Summary: Follow the light.
Go here on DW or here on LJ to read the fic.
Can be downloaded on sendspace.
wishfulaces: (shiny kaylee)
So I went to Pirates tonight, while I had the chance to see it in a theater (and not in 3D).

I really didn't expect to enjoy it quite that much. )

X-Men on Sunday, and hopefully Sondheim's Company on Tuesday because, dude, I kinda have to see that. And then I will probably have hit my movie theater quota for the next few months.
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: (chinchin)
I may or may not be posting this today due to a certain Salieri's birthday. *looks entirely innocent*

Title: in the copper light
Author: aces
Fandom: Slings & Arrows
Word count: approx. 1500 words, minus Shakespeare’s.
A/N: Geoffrey quotes from one of Henry’s speeches in Henry VI. Takes place sometime after the end of the third season, but is not spoilery.
Summary: Follow the light.

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wishfulaces: (sundays)
I gave money to the World Wildlife Fund, and they sent me a little baby penguin stuffed animal in return. And I'd forgotten that I got that, but I had had the fullest intention to give it to somebody--probably not my nephew, who's too old for stuffed animals now, but maybe my mother since she's always giving *me* stuff animals, or a friend I'm going to see this weekend in NOLA who's pregnant OMG--but then I took the penguin out of the packaging, looked at it, rubbed noses with it (I couldn't resist), and now I kinda can't part with it. I mean, dude, I just sat cuddling it while watching random tv.


Also, I watched Sanctuary's last season finale, and it had Fitz Mason FIIIIITZ Callum Blue in it, and it went Bollywood. No, seriously, it did, and WTF?????? But it reminded me I totally need to look up a guy I knew in college and see if I can find him in anything I can get over here in the States.

In sum...nope, I've got nothin'.
wishfulaces: (all the world's a stage)
I have addicted two more people to Slings & Arrows! Muhahahahaha. They're total theatre geeks, though, so it was easy to do so. They've seen the first three eps of the first season and are intent on Netflixing the rest.

We also ate ourselves into a food coma last night and this morning. So long as they make it home safely, though, that's alright.

There is a squirrel ducking in and out of a little snow drift. Its head keeps popping up. It is ridiculously adorable.
wishfulaces: (dance)
Oh, oh, [livejournal.com profile] troyswann, if only I could have put you in my pocket and brought you with me tonight! I went to see Tap Dogs, this tap dance extravaganza that completely blew my mind. The one really hot guy kinda reminded me of Ioan Grufford, and the main guy looked like he belonged in...1965 was the year I finally settled on. His style was completely different from the other five dancers; he was, like, Rat Pack smooth. It was interesting. Also, I love artistic types. "Let's look like we're welding stuff! While we're tap dancing! While this guy dances in the middle of the sparks! Awesome." The set was industrial-functional, the drummers were fantastic, and there was a bit where the only light onstage was the six flashlights the dancers were holding and turning off and on rhythmically. FREAKING AWESOME. (Also, they were sort of dancing on walls. And a ceiling. A CEILING. So cool.)

I was out of town over the weekend, I've got choir rehearsal tomorrow night and I had it last night, I had to go out of town tonight for this concert and I'm going out of town Thursday for a symposium (somebody else is driving, thank the gods). Friday my plans after work consist mostly of collapsing and dying. I'm holding out for that.
wishfulaces: (teal'c says groovy)
For one week, recommend/share:

Day one: a song
Day two: a picture
Day three: a book/ebook/fanfic
Day four: a site
Day five: a youtube clip
Day six: a quote
Day seven: whatever tickles your fancy

Since I missed yesterday, I shall CHEAT and do both days three and four in this post. (It doesn't count when it's honest cheating. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.)

Any fic I could rec? Has probably already been recced by the fandom in question to death, since I usually come by fic via other people these days, rather than seeking it out myself. (Apparently, in college? I had a lot more time to goof off online seeking fic. Which astonishes me since I remember never having any time when I was in college.) So, a book that I like to mention every once in a while: The Shoemaker and the Tea Party by Alfred Young. I do not actually own a copy of this book, and that should probably be rectified, which is why I have just added it to my Amazon wishlist. A treatise on memory, memorialization (that is too a word), who makes history, and how we write about it. Oh, and a bit on the American Revolution too.

Other history books I'd recommend: The Refinement of America by Richard Bushman, looking at material culture and how during the colonial period Americans acquired more beautiful things and why they did it, and Gay New York by George Chauncey, which would probably be incredibly helpful if somebody wanted to, I dunno, write about Jack Harkness in New York City in the first half of the twentieth century. Just a thought. Ho-hum. I would whistle innocently here, if I could whistle.

Now, for a site recommendation, and this is probably also a CHEAT since it could possibly go with the book/fic/ebook recommendations instead: Girl Genius comics. Agatha rocks like a rocking Mad Scientist, and I kinda love it when Gil is a complete dorkface. They've been working on this comic for I dunno how many years now, so there's a lot of canon to work through, but I've honestly forgotten probably most of what happened in the early stuff and am still enjoying the hell out of the storyline currently going on.

Okay, an "actual" site I'd like to share is IDEA, which gives you sample dialects from around the world of individuals speaking English. Very cool, and very useful particularly for VA and writery things (or, okay, that's what I think of when I think to use it). Also, I just today noticed it was housed and operated by the University of Kansas, which is probably cooler than it should be.
wishfulaces: (all the world's a stage)
Leverage, "The Three Days of the Hunter Job":
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I finally, FINALLY finished the last season of Slings & Arrows tonight, [livejournal.com profile] troyswann. I am ashamed how long it took me to do so. I rewatched the first episodes and then watched the ones I hadn't yet, all in the past, four nights. I wept uncontrollably during most of the finale. This seems appropriate. OTOH, it might have been sleep dep. This also seems appropriate.
wishfulaces: (all the world's a stage)
1. I have now joined the ranks of individuals who have changed their clothes in the car. Including my bra, and holy Hannah, that was awful. (I wouldn't have done it if I could have worn the other bra with this shirt, but no, the straps would have shown.) I can now check undressing-and-dressing-in-a-car off my list. My unexpected and unknown list, on which items only seem to get added after I've already done them.

2. This week has been, to put it mildly, insane. I haven't had this insane of a week since, er, beginning of last year, I think. At least this week is officially over and I made it out relatively intact. (Note to self: things really do usually work out. So don't freak out so much next time.)

3. I also managed, in the midst of the insanity, to watch the first episode of The Unusuals. It sort of felt like Life on Mars doing "Barney Miller." Complete with the 'taches.

4. I went to Phantom of the Opera tonight--first time I've ever seen it live--and it has been so long since I've been to a theatre big enough and expensive enough that I was practically in the nosebleeds. I would have enjoyed it more I'm sure if my HEAD HADN'T BEEN KILLING ME--dehydration, lack of sleep, and a week's worth of major stress FTW!--but I managed to enjoy it quite a lot anyway. Aaaaand it felt like it was 1990 all over again, particularly with the crashing chords we all know and love at the beginning. (My sister's high school graduation! She got them to use it for the slideshow. Oh gods, it is 1990 all over again!)

5. The three rules of the road that Cam teaches Teal'c in their Epic Bromance Road Trip (it's a thing, don't ask): a) Nebraska sucks, b) there's always visitor centers at state lines except when you really need them (hence CHANGING IN THE CAR, but Cam doesn't know about that bit) and c) singing, no matter how shit your voice is, is perfectly acceptable on a road trip. Even with the windows rolled down.

6. I'm in a directing class at the local civic theatre. I haven't done any sort of stage work in, like, five years, and I have never directed before in my life. But those of us in the class were being actors last week so one of us could take a stab at directing, and then *I* was the one doing the directing, and holy crap, it's both the same and completely different from acting. Actually, it's kinda like writing. You are my puppets! Let me pull on your strings and make you dance to my mad tune! Muahahahahaha. Etc.

7. It's a good thing my vices are multitudinous, or I would be so screwed.

8. I have not seen the new Doctor Who yet, I'm saving it for tomorrow. That said, happy birthday to me. Boo-yah. (ETA: okay, it's a day or two early, but since my birthday is on a Monday this year, I appear to have made it a birthday weekend. Why not, huh?)

9. I really ought to go to bed now. Before my head falls off.

10. There is no ten, but nine felt lonely.
wishfulaces: (twins)
Title: Brush Up Your Shakespeare
Fandom/Characters: SG-1, old school style
Word count: Approximately 1500 words, minus all the quoting
Summary: It’s like that line in Star Trek VI: You’ve never read Shakespeare until you’ve read it in the original Klingon.
A/N: This was supposed to be for [livejournal.com profile] troyswann's birthday, only I didn’t like what I had written in time, and then I went and saw Comedy of Errors and horrible, horrible inspiration struck. And since it's the last day of February, er, [livejournal.com profile] jenlev, [livejournal.com profile] katie_m, [livejournal.com profile] oceana_, [livejournal.com profile] settai, and of course [livejournal.com profile] troyswann--happy birthday?

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wishfulaces: (red herring)
It has not actually struck again (yet), but I did have a dream the other morning that involved missing my flight due to the APOCALYPSE. So if the aliens land or there's a plague of locusts tomorrow morning, I apologize in advance. SORRY, EVERYONE.

On a different surreal note, you must all go listen to these audios: The Misadventures of Sherlock Holmes. These things are hilarious, which I already knew, but I did not know how hilarious until I got to listen to the completed products. I'm listening to the fourth episode now and Carstairs the butler is the best butler since Tim Curry, honest.

And, uh, I should be doing more significant things than goofing off online right now. Dammit.

DW tonight

Jun. 14th, 2008 09:04 pm
wishfulaces: (offkey)
Midnight )
wishfulaces: (oh god I'm so depressed)
In the past four days, I have (in no particular order): talked to my new financial adviser about my investment portfolio (it sounds so snazzy said that way, doesn't it?), seen a surprisingly well-done version of Kiss Me, Kate (the ending makes me hugely uncomfortable but I'm a sucker for some good ol'fashioned song & dance routines), hiked on half-a-dozen trails at the Indiana State Dunes (I only actually finished one, though--but hey! I visited the trail where I sprained my shoulder! And didn't sprain it again, though I did almost trip and fall a number of times), driven through the wilds of O'Hare International Airport all by myself, danced two jigs & a reel, unpacked, soaked in a rose-scented bath, cleaned up the museum courtyard, and helped host a pie & ice cream social at the museum tonight. I've got a run in my stockings, I ate far too much blueberry pie (it was REALLY GOOD), and I am looking forward to taking this Saturday off to sit absolutely still in my apartment and not talk to a single person. Oh gods, it's still only Monday. I think I need more pie to cope.


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