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In Gamma's world, gentlemen brood and plot the demise of their enemies, and ladies keep daggers in their bodices. Expect ladies and gentlemen both to come home late at night covered in blood and smelling of their lovers - qualities that might or might not be related to each other.
There is always time for a graveyard picnic in Gamma's world. Bring a book, a parasol, and settle on the graves to discuss literature.
Do sit down and have a cup of tea, won't you?
I certainly did! I was an Edwardian lady, complete with hand-sewn dress! Yes, I conquered my loathing of cutting out pattern pieces, and the result was fairly awesome. Even though the dress is unhemmed, has no fastenings in the back (I held it together with safety pins) and the collar is only basted on. Whatever. It still worked out.
(Apologies for the blurry picture. It was not the greatest lighting)
I'm also extremely pleased with my hair! I'd wear it like that every day if un-backcombing it wasn't such an ordeal. Is there a trick to undoing backcombing other than just ripping your hair out?
In that rather fabulous costume, I went out with my sort-of boyfriend? to Prince Edward Island's first ever burlesque show, which was AWESOME. Gorgeous and skilled dancers, a great band, and some very entertaining stand-up comedy. And boobs :D. So that was a good time.
And happy November/NaNoWriMo to you all too! I'm so excited to get back to writing my series of NaNo novels! It feels like it's been forever since last November.
I have an appointment with the school writing centre in a few minutes to go over one of my essays (it is six solid pages of fangirling over Edmund and arguing that he is the real tragic hero of King Lear), so I'll cut this post short, but I have a ton of things to ramble about, so expect a longer post from me before too long.
Now I just have to make the draft... not rough. (also, you know, find a publisher who will take really bleak Canadiana set circa 1900 from a first-time author)
GO ME :D
"Most writers can remember the first book he/she put down thinking 'I can do better than this. Hell, I am doing better than this!'"
-Stephen King, On Writing
Do you remember reading a book that made you think that? Or maybe a story - even a piece of fanfiction? I totally had that experience with a certain bestseller based on Twilight fanfiction of which we shall not speak.
(By the way. I loved On Writing. It makes me want to read more Stephen King!)
Dr Poppy is quite thoroughly heartbroken. Despite her many virtues, Dr Skinner rejected her in favour of an older, land-owning woman. I spent the day playing Greensleeves morosely on the piano, melodramatically sobbing into my (hand-embroidered; I'm so proud) handkerchief, and talking Dr Skinner into having an affair with Dr Poppy.
On the bright side, I registered for my first semester courses today, and HOLY LORD am I excited!
The courses I'm taking for the fall are thus:
History of Literature from 1785-Present
Crime and Detective Literature
Intro to Shakespeare
It's going to be a bit of an experiment (how many literature courses can I do before my brain explodes?), but I'm very excited, especially about the crime/detective lit course!
Dr Skinner is going to be selecting a wife on Tuesday. Dr Poppy is quite desperate to be chosen, despite the stiff competition presented by much wealthier women who also fancy Dr Skinner. She is, after all, the only potential wife who he actually knows (his protege in fact), and the only one who has any appreciation for medical fields *snooty sniff*. Dr Skinner is requiring 50 dollars in heartbreak insurance from whoever he chooses (to "ease potential emotional damage should the chosen wife not come to the wedding ceremony"), so I went to the bank in the park and had them print up $50 in 1910 currency. I am set, man.
Should he not choose Dr Poppy for his wife, she will undoubtably become quite hysterical. It will be quite the dramatic tragedy.
I swear I am working on the set of an improvised soap opera.
- I have one more exam (religious studies. I have no hope of passing this class). But then it'll be summer, so hurrah for that.
- I got into a creative writing class for next term.
- Has the rich text editor on LJ gotten more glitchy since I last used it, or is that just me?
- Still waiting for word back on my summer job. *bites nails*
- My femmefest gift was lovely :) Check it out! Is Marietta's hair not gorgeous?
- Still waiting with some excitement for the gift I wrote to be posted. I hope it works as well for the recipient as it seemed like it did when I wrote it
- Hannibal has continued to be the highlight of my week
- Tom Felton is slated to attend the Calgary Comic Expo. This is the third year running that he's been supposed to attend - he cancelled the last two years in a row. Third time lucky, maybe?
- I had a panic attack about a week back. It was my dad that my mind was on, but since nothing particular brought it on (he seems to be continuing to do relatively all right, at least, as far as I can tell), I'm inclined to suspect it's more to do with a build-up of end-of-term pressure that I'm projecting onto unrelated issues. :(
- At least the weather's getting nice. At last.
I am in a state of emotional upset of varying degrees.
I'm pretty much going through this process while reading the prompts:
*inhale sharply because I like kink*
*sigh deeply because I hate pairing*
*ponder the nature of fandom and why the pairings that are popular are popular*
*feel hard-done-by because there's never enough kink for anything I like*
*feel the well of resentment at popular pairings simmer in my chest*
*remind self I'm being childish*
*tell self to get over it*
*move on to next prompt*
*repeat 175 times*
I don't like being such a bad sport about it - and I'm happy for the people who are lucky enough to have their likes and the prevailing fandom likes line up. But it honestly makes reading prompts kind of a downer. I don't really expect Bellamort or Blackcest prompts or anything like that, I'm not completely insane. But something as simple as a little more femmeslash kink wouldn't go amiss, would it? I mean, I know it's only the first day and that there's a chance that more stuff I like will be prompted in future, but when 90% of what's up so far is just Harry and/or Draco and/or Hermione, I'm not holding out much hope for a fair distribution of prompts among less popular characters.
And I don't feel like leaving prompts because I know that no one except me would want them, so what's the point?
Another thing is that I've adopted this concern that, when someone says "any" or "[character]/any" on a prompt, they don't actually mean 'any', and I'd be giving them something disappointing if I claimed that prompt and wrote them Bellamort or whatever, because I'd be depriving them the chance of having someone with better taste claim the prompt and write them a pairing they'd actually want. :(
(I'm sorry. I'm probably just in a bad mood because I'm really supposed to be writing that psych essay I mentioned yesterday, and also because a blizzard is predicted for tomorrow. Bleh.)
NOT COOL, UNIVERSE.
Psychopath by Keith Ablow. I grabbed it from the library because I love my serial killer books, and, like... whoa.
So, we've got Jonah, a psychiatrist who does temporary work at hospitals all over the USA. He's a really really good psychiatrist. He's also a serial killer.
Jonah's pathology and emotions regarding killing were incredibly interesting to me - on the one hand, he goes around offing strangers, but on the other, it's agonizingly guilt-inducing, and he spends most of his scenes struggling to not kill people. In the parts where we see him doing his work as a psychiatrist, it's abundantly clear that he's not only good at what he does, but completely dedicated to helping people, if only because when he 'absorbs their pain', he doesn't feel the urge to kill.
And you know what? The hero was also really good. The book starts out with Jonah, and when the perspective switched to the hero, Clevenger, I was like "aw, man, now I have to read about this loser instead", but I actually ended up really liking him, especially his relationship with his adopted son Billy (who was accused of murdering his birth parents and has some issues surrounding that). There was a romantic plot too, and I normally don't enjoy those, but even that didn't bother me in this book. I can honestly say that there was not a single character, plot, or subplot that I did not enjoy reading about.
From a completely objective point of view, no, it's not a perfect book, and if you don't have a thing for murderer books, as I do, you probably won't enjoy it. But if you love a good serial killer story, this is definitely something you need to read.
I'm feeling good today. AND I SHALL LET NOTHING HARSH MY SQUEE.
And I saw this list of house/element correspondences in it.
AND IT MADE THE PART OF ME THAT MEMORIZED CHARTS FROM BOOKS ON THE OCCULT IN FOURTH GRADE RISE UP IN INDIGNATION
BECAUSE I AM VERY ATTACHED TO THE COLOUR CORRESPONDENCES.
The houses have colours, and colours are associated with elements. That is the single most straightforward association one could ever make. I know JKR knew that when she chose the house colours. This is, like, magic symbolism 101.
For the record, they are:
Slytherin - green - earth
Gryffindor - red - fire
Hufflepuff - yellow - air
Ravenclaw - blue - water
Look, I recognize that you could argue that the traits outweigh the colours, although I would disagree in the case of Slytherin (a much more earthy than watery house; earth favours practicality, good sense, steadiness and lack of excess emotion, where water favours intuitiveness, emotional connection, creativity, and wisdom) and probably also in the case of Ravenclaw (although air is associated with intellect. Both air and water would be fair if not for the colours). Hufflepuff, I concede, is probably the least connected to the element of its colour, and I blame that on air/yellow being the one left over.
I see this all over tumblr too and it bothers me. Especially Slytherin. Slytherin isn't even a tiny bit watery. Just because the common room is underwater doesn't mean the has any water traits.
I am overly impassioned about this.
(PS. Thank you all so much for your outpouring of love and support on the last post <3 It means so much to me, and I'll be responding to individual comments promptly ♥)
The Case of the Man Who Died Laughing, AND The Number One Ladies Detective Agency. It's a draw, because they're quite similar, I love them both, and both are weirdly hard to find, at least in my local bookstore (which, by the way, is a block from my house, which makes me a happy Gamma).
I love mysteries, and these are both really outstanding examples of the genre. The stories are tight, without a lot of the excess subplots, drama, personal struggles, etc etc that are epidemic in mystery novels. Dude, when I want to read a mystery novel, I want to read a mystery, not a soap opera! Also, it's really interesting to read mysteries set in places other than the USA or England - The Case of the Man Who Died Laughing (which is part of a series, by the way, but I haven't gotten my hands on the others yet) takes place in India, and The Number One Ladies Detective Agency, in Botswana.
They're also both good in that they're not overly dark or mean-spirited. I love me a good horror story with gory murders and all that stuff, but it's nice to read something that's not that heavy.
An additional point about The Number One Ladies Detective Agency, I also appreciate that, at least in the beginning, it's a book about a woman who isn't in a romantic relationship. People are always complaining (and rightfully so) that it's hard to find stories about women that aren't also about romance, and I'm like... here! Here's one! Read this one! (she does get married eventually, but it's still never really a romance)
As far as real life things go, I applied for a creative writing course at university for next year (under the assumption that I'm going to regain my ability to write at SOME POINT before September), and also at a job at Heritage Park in Calgary for the summer. I have some measure of confidence about getting into the creative writing course (even though I'm anxious that the writing I submitted in my portfolio has glaring errors in it that I managed to miss), and no confidence at all about the job at Heritage Park.
I'm going to blame the winter for my moodiness. I'm ready for winter to end. Like now.
b) because I'm even more aware of my general desire to have sex with everyone and everything than usual. Three days in a row, now, I've caught myself sitting in class, looking around at the people around me, and thinking "I would fuck you. And you. And you. All of you. I would fuck every single person in this room." It's a bit on the distracting side.
Does anyone want to supply me with a stream of smut to exhaust me? *looks around hopefully*
Do you feel like your Valentine's day doesn't have quite enough lesbians in it? If so, you should hop on over to hpsapphicappeal's femmeslash comment meme. Leave some lusty lesbian love (either in the form of prompts or fills) and then go on with your day, satisfied that you've made February a little more femmeslashy.
(I'm so fucking exhausted. I don't know if it shows. Fucking midterm assignments. *Falls asleep on keyboard*)