Okay, so, it's done. "Melodramatic Ninny" has been renamed "Will Astrology," and you can buy it here for $5.50, or download it here for freeeeez.

Shipping is kind of overpriced, whatevs. Don't you want to cuddle my book???? *puppy eyes*

(For the love of Pete, if you read it and have a thought, tell it to me so I can change the back cover. PLS.)

(My icon seriously accurately reflects how I'm feeling about this project right now. *falls over*)

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1. Uploaded some photos from the August hook pull to my FetLife profile. Going through the disc of pictures was intense and embarrassment-squicky, omg.

2. Not-a-puppy has a new stereo! It is beeyootful! I will miss the broad-faced simplicity of the factory AM/FM radio, but omfg I missed being able to belt out "TWO MORE WEE-EE-EEKS, MY FOOT IS IN THE DO-OO-OR YEAH-AH-AH!!!" on the freeway moar.

3. Mad Men marathon on Bravo this weekend. Om nom nom.

4. I only finished three stories this year, so I don't know that the end-of-year meme is really worth it.

5. You know I'm gonna do it anyway, right? Right.

6. BUT FIRST: If I didn't think it was rude, I'd probably write a silly nota!fic post about a superhero/villian AU where Pete is Alpha Dog, defender of Not!Chicago, and Patick is Omegalomaniac, his arch-nemesis, and they have completely ridiculous backstory about being a band and having a fight and stuff. Omegalomaniac is very much into designing, robbing banks to fund, and stealing parts for doomsday machines, which he never actually manages to build. Or, they're faily. Also, this girl wonder shows up (uh, Delta? Something Latin. It's Ashlee, anyway, duh) and at first she's totally being Alpha Dog's unwanted sidekick, BUT THEN...in the middle of a confrontation with Omegalomaniac, she suckerpunches AD in the head and switches sides!!! Oh my gosh! I don't know what happens after that!

Joe is the intrepid reporter who suspects--but can't bring himself to confirm--that his two best friends who don't talk to each other anymore are the city's caped crusader and dreaded evil genius. Andy is the secretly helpful beat cop/detective/chief of police (no, he is, shut up).

Alpha Dog's logo is an A with a howling wolf/dog head coming out of it, ( like this! )

Omegalomaniac wears a lot of suits? And ugly glasses. It's a cunning disguise!

7. ...I need some ice cream, and then some Robin McKinley. Why didn't I ask for The Hero and the Crown for Christmas? Silly BJ.

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1. Tentatively planning a trip to San Francisco for International Ms. Leather(/Ms. BootBlack) 2010 in April. Possibly coming off a week-long union course in Toronto. Whee.

2. I'm so, so bad at writing personal ads, guys. I either give too much information or not enough. Or, third option, entirely the wrong information. Sigh.

3. My leg really hurts. My life isn't so much about anything else right now, unfortunately. Bleh.

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1. This morning, I slipped on the ice rink which has replaced our deck and did the splits for the first time in almost twenty years. Was surprisingly not as empowering as you might think. Muscles in the back of my right leg are quite unhappy.

I still went to Abbbotsford for Boxing Day open house at my grandparents'/aunt's house. Because it was either that or go to the hospital. Because my mother is--my mother, basically. At least I had an excuse for being lazy and anti-social for once.

2. Sherlock Holmes is AWESOME and made me really happy.

3. Terminator: Salvation is boring and annoying, oops, sry Christian Bale.

4. Somewhere along the line, my family got the idea that Turtle is my spirit whatever? Makes some sense, but really. Whatevs, always happy to receive sorta-ugly carved stone necklaces purchased from hippie ladies at farmers' markets.

5. Anyway, I'm sleepy and sore, so I'm gonna go to bed and read. I took The Blue Sword off the shelf for the first time in several years, and I just. Ugh. Robin McKinley, rite moar. Also, stop hating on fanfiction.

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1. If they weren't twenty dollars for three, and I hadn't already bought estrellada her Xmas present: mirror silhouettes (stars and swallows). Maybe for a birthday. Maybe for ME, even.

2. Sometimes I wish I had a ferreals sekrit journal for posting things I think are funny and true, but would probably just worry people I know IRL.

3. I had this corny impulse to record a voice entry of "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas," but, you know, the thing about impulses is that they're temporary. So have some Kermit thee Frog instead.

4. 'Kay, I was totally not in the mood for what #1 and #2 on my radio presets were playing on my way home, so I put on the Virgin Radio re-cast (with Ryan Seacrest, zomfg), and Adam Lambert was playing, and I started daydreaming about a leatherdaddy!Patrick/"Subtlety"-verse snippet where Pete changes his Patrick-specific ringtone to "For Your Entertainment," because he's a little shit and also because it's funny, and then he can't find his phone at Patrick's house one day, so Patrick calls it, and some epic D: and :||| ensue. And then I remembered I was driving and decided to focus on that instead. THE END.

5. Lololol, okay, the keyword for this icon is "and an ipod," and I just realized that I DID get an iPod for Chanukah.

...So where's my Chris Pine?

...Maybe that's my answer to the eternal "what movie should I watch??? The house and all its media are belong to MEEEE tonight" question. Since I've already taken care of the personal entertainment and made a big mess, oops, not.

6. Anyway. I'm seeing Robert Downey, Jr. Better Have a Swordcane in Sherlock Holmes and Jude Law's Fantastic Fucking Eyebrows (I watched Sleuth the other day, oh my shit) tomorrow with my big brother, and you're not, so there. Well. Maybe moizissimo is. With her big brother, who is probably actually related to her. Still. The vast majority of you are not doing anything resembling what I am doing tomorrow, and what I am doing tomorrow is awesome. Also, I have pre-purchased the tickets, because being prepared is awesome as well. So there. I win. \o/

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1. Happy Solstice!

2. I feel one of the problematic (and also AWESOME) things about bandom (all the types) is that you kind of don't even have to write a lot of the really amazing things. Because eventually even the story about Pete getting his nose broken will happen IRL, at least partially.

3. Taylor Mali, my new favourite poetry boyfriend, tells/reminds us "What Teachers Make." Yay teachers and librarians and aides!!!

4. Patrick (Part Deux II) at I will be rockin' it on the transit today, oh yes. And also the treadmill, if it's raining and I can't take an actual walk.

5. There is no five. This entry just seems really short. I'd go find something random to fill it out, but I have to get to work. Sigh. Laters, gators.

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1. IPOD. NEW IPOD. FOR ME. FROM IOWA. heyginger is the beeeeeeeeeeeeeest, and not only because she facilitated the UPS guy arriving during my party last night and inspiring many, many porn jokes, etc.

2. ...I threw a Chanukah party last night and it was fun! I would like to have company more often! Just needs to be the right kind of company, I guess.

3. Had a bit of brainfail in the middle of things. I feel terrible, but I apologized and got forgived, so I'll live.

4. The red band tattoo will be a bit like this (Supernova Remnant SN 1006), just to keep things visually interesting (the silver-platinum thread running across/along is perfect). Soon.

5. I'm taking a shower and then going to London Drugs to buy Patrick (Part Deux II) a Pelican water resistant case, hell yes.

6. But first, and lastly: bb have another slice of pie is right, jfc. I stuck with him through the puffy vests, the ill-advised scruff, and the fuck-ugly glasses. I don't think I can stay on the Stump bangwagon if he's got no cushion at all. *dismay*

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1. I Twittered and Facebooked LJ's genderfail, because I knew I'd be preaching/outreaching to the choir if I wrote about it here. But, yes, fail. At least there is backpedalling--for now.

(I read a comment on a friend's LJ from someone who's like, "Eh. This doesn't bother me." And I was so enraged. I just. GENDER RIGHTS ARE HUMAN RIGHTS, GUYS. Yes, you have privilege, you identify as one of the two proffered options--that doesn't mean the lack of other options isn't harmful to you! Also! You have the right to keep your gender to yourself!!! Christ on a cracker! Exclamation points!!!)

2. [Self-bashing rhetoric redacted. Placeholder for future reference.]

3. People who've decided I don't like them and I'm going to try to screw them over, and then ask me for advise or clarification on things, and then get all het up no matter what I say/do can go suck on a lemon. A crate of fuckin' lemons.

4. I'm reading some Agatha Christie short stories. She was totally a closet romance writer. ♥

5. Today, Matthew Good tells me to "be the sea instead." Sounds like a plan, man.

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1. Is there any good Criminal Minds fic? Seriously. *despair*

2. Second curry is rather more successful: kabocha squash, carrots, tomatoes, zucchini, mushrooms, a small red chili, shallots, gaaaaarlic, coconut milk, tomato paste, and Mrs. Patak's tomato and coriander curry paste. ALL THE NOMS ARE BELONG TO ME.

3. Priority two for the new apartment is accessibility (priority one is at least in-building laundry, 'cause I'm a lazy shit, sry).

4. I'm watching s2 Everwood right now, and spent a not-inconsiderable amount of time last night looking for this Bright/Ephram fic, 'cause I just needed to read it and couldn't remember the title. Sigh. That fandom produced some quality shit, guys (I'm not talking about me, ffs).

5. "Red Heart" - Hey Rosetta!. Sort of Wintersleep-ish, but more upbeat. Were you born a closed book, full of secret lines and bound so tight? Or did you learn to lock it, as not to break your spine? Oh, you were bound so tight!

6. RIGHT, WAIT, okay, can we talk about how I'd like a novel about this photo (NSFW on account of visible erection. Also, watersports)? Sigh, sigh. *chinhand*

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Links for Friday:

+"Sold Anything: You can be and are." An MGblog post about the overwhelming popularity of military-themed wallpapers for phones and desktops.

+"Details in the Fabric" - Jason Mraz ft. James Morrison. Hang on, help is on the way. I am doing everything.

+Argyle dog bones. ♥

+Pete's desk at Crush. I never wanted to read Pete/Bob McMFLynn before, but.

+The Geminid metero shower is happening right now. Tried to watch it the other night, but there was too much light pollution. Video.

+"When Punks Turn into Politicians: Two members of one of Toronto's seminal punk bands from the 1980s now are willing to spend their days putting up with all the droning and terrible style sense endemic to the House of Commons. "What gives?" I wondered." Lols abound.

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1. Catherine's wake was last night. Jack opened an amazing, amazing circle and gave a wonderful eulogy; a beautiful, resonant group said Kaddish with Catherine's widow(er? Idk, "butch" doesn't smush in right); TTT performed a stunning piece (like getting punched in the gut, like having my heart and lungs ripped out: exactly right); and there was a landslide of music and singing and eating and drinking and not a small amount of dancing towards the end of the night. It was good.

Nothing's over, the process of loss and revival isn't finished, but it was a waymarker, a boundary stone. The fact of it has been established and the logistics of it sorted. Today the world starts learning how to be without.

2. I've been listening to a lot of the Savage Lovecast lately, and it's definitely fulfilling (or just teasing, idk) my latent "people from the American Midwest/East Coast swearing!!!" thing. Nnn. Hot.

3. I wanted to have a nap before leaving for work, but I don't think that's going to happen. Sigh. E-mailed a friend in New Mexico, did a paragraph of the LTROI AU, figured out the details of my "fried food and candles!" Chanukah party, and checked various social networking media (I don't like the future! It needs too many unique passwords!).

As long as it doesn't snow, today should be a good day.

eta: 4. The LTROI AU's title is either going to be "And I'll Take It To Mine" (which I'm eh about 'cause LTROI's vampire species isn't undead and maybe I want to save that title for the 16 Candles AU I was writing before this story ate my life) or a line from "Breaking Standing" by ¡Forward, Russia!. Thoughts?

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Left over from last night:

1. So, you know what, sure the snowflake cookies are free, but I don't have the attention span to give all of you snowflake cookies, nor all the people who aren't on this journal. Obviously, I'm a terrible internets friend, but I'm just gonna take credit for some of the anonymous ones, okay? And when I make the snowflake sugar cookies, I will take pictures and share them with you. Okay. ♥

2. I had a little whiskey earlier and then I came home and put on my "I Like That Song!!!" playlist, which is just random nonsense, mostly singles the radio doesn't play often enough, and my current music came on [nb: Rise Against - "Audience of One"] and I just started laughing at myself, because this song is totally all about Tim McIlrath's bitter and tragical love for Pete Wentz (incl. the ridiculous bass solo, because they both play bass, omg). I know I've talked about this theory before, but I love it a lot, so I'm gonna mention it once in a while.

Today:

3. Dude, we should all be super happy I don't have a little whiskey more often. Christ on a cracker.

4. I has a holiday icon! \o/ From this post, which does not have nearly enough "all I want for Chanuka" iterations. Whatevs, I like this one!

5. I know what I'm wearing to the wake tomorrow. This is very much of the good, except that the tie I want to wear a) isn't tied, and I dunno how, and b) needs to be ironed :/.

6. Time for curry. Bye!

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Souvenons-nous - 6 décembre 1989


Geneviève Bergeron (born 1968), civil engineering student

Hélène Colgan (born 1966), mechanical engineering student

Nathalie Croteau (born 1966), mechanical engineering student

Barbara Daigneault (born 1967), mechanical engineering student

Anne-Marie Edward (born 1968), chemical engineering student

Maud Haviernick (born 1960), materials engineering student

Maryse Laganière (born 1964), budget clerk in the École Polytechnique's finance department

Maryse Leclair (born 1966), materials engineering student

Anne-Marie Lemay (born 1967), mechanical engineering student

Sonia Pelletier (born 1961), mechanical engineering student

Michèle Richard (born 1968), materials engineering student

Annie St-Arneault (born 1966), mechanical engineering student

Annie Turcotte (born 1969), materials engineering student

Barbara Klucznik-Widajewicz (born 1958), nursing student


Ecole Polytechnique Massacre.
The massacre and the imminent death of Canada's long gun registry (the gun Mark Lepine used to kill these women is/was covered by the long gun registry).

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1. Matthew Good US tour next spring! Starts in Seattle in March!!! Idk how far south he's going, but he hasn't played down there in years, so hopefully he's at least hitting Portland or something.

2. Thank you to anonymous (AKA: phoebesmum) and anonymous (AKA: actually anonymous) for the snowflake cookies. Now I totally want to make some snowfalke sugar cookies and put Coke beads on them. Nom nom noms!

3. I has a new iPod coming my way presently, and I'm going to buy a Pelican case for it, because never let it be said that I don't learn my lesson (well. A lot of the time I don't, but still).

4. HAPPILY, the 'rents are going to give me Best Buy giftcards for Christmas, so I can put a proper fucking stereo in Not-a-puppy (he came with an AM/FM radio, and that's it, and it's driving me nuts), which means no more geedee radio commercials. Also, an aux-in jack, whee.

5. Off to newsletter meeting at IHOP. Laters!

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I've made my first curry (baked acorn squash, carrots, tomatoes, shallots and garlic, coconut milk, veggie broth, korma sauce; too much liquid=cooking down for an hour, not enough rice=getting some naan to go with for lunches) and now I'm watching The Hours on TV. Earlier, I watched a bunch of Criminal Minds and also Jarhead (goddamn, I love that movie and/or Jake Gyllenhaal). I finally got SPN s4 on DVD today (I was waiting for it to not be fifty dollars, but that's obviously not going to happen; fuckers). Etsy is fighting a pitched battle with PWentz for majority ownership of my monies.

I'm doing okay today. I'm gonna go work on MN for a bit while Virginia Woolf is failing at being a lesbian.

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1. I'm really, really sad I can't buy MCR's version of "All I Want For Christmas Is You." Sure, Canada has equal marriage, but I want the sooooong.

2. I like David Gray. I'm a fan. I often forget this, and then something comes on the radio and I'm like, "Dude! David Gray is pretty awesome!"

3. "Document" got recced a bit (by someone who's not on my flist!) and I realized that I never actually posted it anywhere but the Genderbend BB comm, lol. Is it too late to do that, do you think? *eyeroll*

4. I want to be posting snippets of the LTROI AU, but I'm not only writing it in my usual piecemeal but also a little bit backwards, and the only completed scenes of any length are at the end, and I don't want to ruin it for you. So no snippets yet. Maybe some snarky vampire!jailbait!Patrick later this weekend, though.

5. So I failed getyourwordsout. 42086 words so far, with one month left. My pledge was 200K. I really thought I wrote more than that without special effort? I think I haven't written as much as I have in the past, though. I'm not in any first-flush fandom, and I think I might be one of those annoying fertile/fallow writers, where I have long periods of productivity (not necessarily periods of finishing things, mind you) and long periods of not so much productivity. Oh well. At least I'm poetry-ing again. I'd be content with writing and completing one piece of fiction a year if I could write poetry at the pace/level I did in college. Insert whiny rant about why-oh-why did my ex-meds' permanent brain chemistry alteration have to happen to my words. WHY OH WHY.

ANYWAY. I'm babbling, so I'm gonna go. Laters, gators.

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1. I need a new dayplanner--my awesome school-year Harry Potter one got chocolate milk all over it and now it's gross. Also, I really need a letter-sized one, 'cause it seems like everything always happens on the same day.

2. So this is my next week:

*Saturday is apartment-viewing, grocery-shopping, and either VD or the Mr. Vancouver Leather Whatever (...both links prolly nsfw) party at the Pumpjack (but not the play party! 'Cause that's at the menz's onlie! sauna and I can't get in. Yes, I'm pouting);
*Sunday is for doing the Melodramatic Ninny layout and housework and writing some more LTROI AU;
*Monday is FREEEEEE and also House;
*Tuesday is Violence in the Workplace Central Committee meeting at work HQ in Surrey and a community meeting in Yaletown for the new New GLBTQ Centre Working Group or whatever it's called;
*Wednesday is my dad's actual birthday--taking him and my little brother out for dinner in Richmond, and then going (without them!) to Catherine's wake in East Van;
*Thursday is free thus far, so probably writing (the story is turning out less broody but more psychologically fucked up than the movie, if that makes sense);
*Friday is the union's Pride Committee Night Out! at the Speakeasy in the West End--locals should come so I don't end up hanging around with bus drivers all night; also, Chanuka begins while I'm working, bleh.

EXCITING. MY LIFE IS SO GLAMOUROUS AND EXCITING. Christ on a cracker.

3. It appears my gifted kippah got emancipated somewhere between the deserted island hook pull altar and my house. Awesome. Now I need to buy a new one. *thumbs up, universe*

4. Sigh. Sigh sigh. Good night.

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Meme, for a lark. Via saffronra.

Destructions:

You know how sometimes people on your friends list post about stuff going on in their lives, and all of a sudden you think "Wait a minute? Since when were they working THERE? Since when were they dating HIM/HER? Since when???" And then you wonder how you could have missed all that seemingly pretty standard information, but somehow you feel too ashamed to ask for clarification because it seems like info you should already know? It happens to all of us sometimes.

Please copy the topics below, erase my answers and put yours in their place, and then post it in your journal! Please elaborate on the questions that would benefit from elaboration. One-word answers seldom help anyone out.

( Aye aye, meme! )

Oh journals and friends, do you feel ~enlightened about my life???

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I'm alive. These things have facilitated my state of continued existence:

+Actors pose as past characters. I love. All the team/couple ones made me go "awwwwww" (or, um. Can the HP trio just come over and do me? Like. Seriously. Or we could just watch movies, either way). And Matt Damon is ridiculously amazing, even though we're on a break (dude, seriously, you don't make an American sports movie about rugby in South Africa, okay? You especially don't cast two American big-name actors as Nelson Mandela and the team captain. Hollywood: failing to learn from racefail for almost one hundred years!). Also, Sam Neill ♥.

+The Neverending Story is coming out on Blu-ray in March. \o/

+House last night was pretty good. Not enough Joshua Malina (never enough Joshua Malina!), but plenty of House And Wilson Are Married (And Wilson Needs A Therapist), so that's all right. Speaking of therapists, I miss Andre Braugher. Somebody needs to give that genius a steady job on the teevee, okay?

+If you're looking to waste a few hours of your life learning about public transit, No Fares is a really good series of articles and interviews--the whole point is advocating and proving the viability of fare-free transit (AKA: Actually Public Transit), so if you're not into that, it might not be for you. I enjoyed it, in any case.

That is all. I need to figure out what I'm getting my dad for his birthday.

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1. I watched all of Firefly (yes, even the episodes I hate!) and Serenity this weekend (because my concept of steampunk has less to do with Victorian fashion and more to do with cowboys. And spacships, I guess. Um. I'd read a Firefly steampunk AU in a heartbeat, just saying; Kaylee in goggles? Yes or yes?). My brain is sort of fried, but in a good way.

2. And then, after the movie, I downloaded obsessive24's brilliant, scary-awesome, sort of subversive Mal/River vid "Body," because it's all of those things I said.

3. And then I went on a bit of a spree and discovered they'd also done an SPN s1-4 vid to MGB's "Fall of Man" (embedded in linked entry; Dean and Castiel character stuff and Dean/Castiel, but not romantical-like), and then I watched that, and then I died. It's so good (because it's one of my favourite MGB songs, and because Nicky is stupid talented, and because it's like nine different things I could never put into meta, and because the Ayn Rand bit they quote is one of the reasons I can't completely write off Ayn Rand). SIGH.

(There's an older SPN vid by somebody else to that song, but it's kind of iffy and hurts my soul, so.)

4. Last night, I had a really tasty scene and a half, and I got to watch my favourite hot brother in a really short skirt (and hold her sword-cane, yay), so, you know, my life is pretty awesome at the mo. *smug smile*

(I just decided I need a shirt that says "my brother is hotter than yours," and then realized at least two reasons why that's a terrible idea. Serves me right for being smug, I guess. *facepalm*)

5. To make my life more awesome, I need to answer a couple of e-mails (for work/union and volunteer shenanigans), and schedule some cuddling and negotiation timez sometime next week. Woot.

That is all! I've been informed that there's a Spencer Reid on my TV, so I should go attend to that.

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