SUPER-HUGE FUCK-OFF LIST OF VID RECS IS UP!

Dear Bally heels for sale in a DC consignment shop:

You are strappy, kickass, and for a 3.5 inch heel, super comfortable. You are also my size - 10.5 - which makes you a rarity among footwear. Perhaps because of this, you are also on sale for 70%, which averages out to about $20, when you normally market for ~$500. And oh yeah: you are MINE now! Ha!

A: "You are so much of a girl sometimes it hurts."

Me: "Yeah, pretty much. Want to talk eyeliner?"

Also, if you are in the DC area any time during March, go see Clybourne Park at Woolly Mammoth Theatre. I went during the Pay-What-You-Can night - $2.50 theatre tickets! Three hour line! Chinese food afterwards with far-traveling friend at one in the morning! I love living in a metropolitan area - and it was bloody amazing. It's hilarious, and uncomfortable, and thought-provoking, and all the more important now, in this allegedly "post-racial" era. (Which, sadly: HA. Dream on.)

Using pronouns in a same-sex romance? AHHHHH. It's enough to drive you to epithets.

After being thoroughly impressed by Jude Law's work in Sherlock Holmes - and damn, I cannot WAIT until that comes out on DVD - I decided to check out the rest of his ouvre. For such a well-known star, he has a surprisingly short resume, and really only a handful of his parts have been leads. As soon as I can find a copy, Wilde is next on the list... For now, I've contented myself with The Talented Mr. Ripley (his breakout role) and Cold Mountain. I like the former, but surprisingly, it's the latter that's my favorite of the two, and this is something I did not expect. ( INMAN = ODYSSEUS; RUBY = FANTASTIC. Spoilers for Cold Mountain, starring Jude Law, Nicole Kidman, and Renee Zellweger. )

In other news, I got my deancastiel Secret Angels Three assignment back, to which I have two words: What the...? I am not well-suited for these prompts at all.

Unlike short stories - with which I have severe problems with too little length - I have problems keeping poetry short. It's difficult, you know? On the one hand, I feel like there's more to what I want to say, or even when there isn't, that people won't get it, and on the other hand, I don't want to clutter. I want to write, as Hemingway said, one true sentence, over and over, but damn it, sometimes that one true sentence is just one. I don't know. I think it's perfect, and then I blink and it looks like a great start but just that, a prequel.

And yes, this was inspired by Supernatural, which - despite all the skeevy gender issues which I am not even TOUCHING right now, because, well, AGH - is really fascinating and addictive and not nearly as scary as I'd thought. I still can't watch the haunted house episode, though. Or the more recent one with the dead schoolboys. Apparently I am severely creeped out by pale children.



GOOD NEWS

"ויהי אור," said God,
and as it was written,
so it occurred.

fin.

Bloddy sodding hell. I never thought I'd say this, but I never want to read another history in my life. I think I've spent almost two weeks in a delirium of accents, strange grammar structures, and trying - and failing, miserably - to explain my research verbally in something other than a jumble of short es and blaighs in an American accent. Thank god at least most of the analyses of the Cumann na mBan (basically, the women's IRA) are in English, and I only have to contend with names and places, which still have far too many letters. Máire Nic Shiúblaigh, for instance. I know there must be a logical way to pronounce it but for the life of me I cannot figure out how.

I must say, I have real sympathy for all these historians, because according to them, during the time they are studying, the push for the Irish language was so strong that the Cumann na mBan secretaries were instructed to relay all their internal messages in it. Ouch.

(And yes, like every other speaker of American English, I am incredibly obnoxious when it comes to language! It's like that old joke that my teacher's linguist wife tells: What do you call someone who speaks two languages; three languages; many languages; one language? Answer: bilingual, trilingual, polyglot, American.)

In other news: sorry, internets. I've been pretty much dead to everything that isn't a) term papers, b) college applications, c) play rehearsal, or d) SAT I and II review. (Though at least with the last, I'm almost done with, and what I have gotten back is pretty good, I think, in the high 700s. Which of course makes my 500s math score suck further.) ...But I promise I'll emerge from this! Eventually!

1. As per the instructions on the sign-up page, I now announce to you: multiverse5000! Is open! Prompt claiming goes until June 1st, with a wealth of different prompts from different fandoms. For those not in the know, multiverse5000 is a multifandom crossover / mashup challenge for SciFi shows. It's got everything from world!gen - the prompt I chose, for example - to character!gen, to slash, to het; from Farscape to Firefly, and some other ones besides. (Seriously. I've never even heard of some of these shows, and I'm a pretty committed geek.)

2. My local comic dealer got some promo stuff a few days ago, and one of them caught my eye: a Marvel "Noir" series, some of which are apparently out already. Has anyone heard anything about them? Are they good?

3. Going to see Design for Living this weekend! Am very, very excited, even if my theatre companion has all of the maturity of a lemur.

Saw Milk. ( Apparently I was Diane Feinstein. )