Yaddayadda, I'm doing science and I'm still alive. You're welcome for the earworm.
In celebration of my favorite holiday season, I'm keeping up the tradition of ghoulies, ghosties, long-leggedy beasties, and icons that go bump in the night.
This year I went with a source that hadn't occurred to me before despite how many of these have worked their lasting mental euiiiiiieegh on me for decades: horror novel covers. (I've read about 8 of these, I think; some of the ones that have stuck in my lizard brain for years, though, are books I never dared actually pick up back in my teens when they were around on every used bookstore shelf.)
All of these were gleaned from the pages of Too Much Horror Fiction, not because there are no other sources out there but because I didn't even manage to fully plumb the depths of this one due to constant distraction into reading the author's reviews.
Copyright belongs to the various individual artists of the cover pieces. If you're interested in finding the novels or the cover artists, the novel's title and author are in the hover text for each icon, and the filename is also the novel title. I don't need icon credit unless you are that way inclined anyway; want/take/have/mutilate as desired.
Warning for...creepy horror images? Including but not limited to eyes, skulls, blood, evil teddy bears, implied violence, nooses, dolls, evil kids, threatened kids, kids surrounded by flames, ginger kids, faceless nuns, demons, body horror, cats, fangs, and 80's hair.
Total Icon Count: 37
( The monster at the beginning of this book...Collapse )
A slightly less visual exploration than the last one
1. "Hey, I wonder if I should make another I aten't ded yet
post to LJ? It's been a few months." (2 minutes of debating writing more vs. just setting my Twitter and Tumblr up to crosspost links to LJ but suspecting that would annoy people)
2. "I could re-post my Happy 7th Birthday Fandom High
post in lieu of actual content. Or would that annoy the people who don't play there and hate that it's where I spend most of my online time instead of doing more mainstream fannish stuff now? Plus it might also annoy the people who don't play there anymore
and are sick of hearing about it? Eh, whatever, I'll wait until my actual game anniversary, which is sometime next week, since I joined in the second wave, not the first day." (3 minutes of pondering)
3. "I do kind of wonder how many people have defriended me because I post so infrequently that the journal looks dead, though. Let's look at my userinfo!" (30 seconds of waiting for LJ to decide to load)
4. "Hunh, not many, really. Guess I'll poke at the comms I'm a member of but don't watch anymore, though, while I'm here, to see if anyone posted anything interesting." (30 seconds of scanning profile)
: (5 minutes, immediately remembered why I took it off in the first place: fannish drift coupled with an unrewarding ratio of Not My Kink to My Kinks.)
6. "OH GOD fake_lj_deaths
! I FORGOT THAT EXISTED!" (5 minutes before getting linked to an offhand reference to turimel
and the VB/Jordan Wood/Thanfiction saga.)
(formerly OrangeblossomB) --> notadiamond
) --> "Hey, should I go look at the Fandom Wank writeup? No, bc then I'd have to read my own threadbare summary of early bits that now makes me cringe and if you go any further down the hole YOU WILL NEVER ESCAPE, plus remembering how much of my Journalfen flist is now social justice
arguments vs. actual wank is depressing." (3 hours.)
8. Back to fake_lj_deaths
to read the actual new posts in the last 6 months. (10 minutes)
9. In conclusion, Wank Is Still My Fandom.
10. "Internet brainpaths are fun to chart. I should write this one down so other people may laugh at it too. Except that's a fuckload of steps to post on twitter, and I can only get to tumblr from my phone and besides my tumblr is pretty much all horror-themed and I don't want to cross the streams. Where can I--"
11. "Oh. Right."
I have nothing much to say these days, but in the land of LJ (or fandom in general) you do have to keep verifying that you haven't faded off into the aether, for the sad reason that so many people do
vanish. I am aether-free and still here and reading Ye Olde Friendslist every day! I just apparently think more than I talk, at the moment.
My brain, such as it is, basically looks like this, presented largely without context and not to scale:
And now you know.
and I just spent a lovely couple of days with sarabi
and her Mister, and said house is thus abnormally clean.
...And abnormally full of cat toys, because a visit from the Sarabis with no cat toys is like a visit from Santa with no human toys. That shit don't fly.
Also hi, yes, I'm still alive. My ratio of reading to posting has just slipped to about 1000:1.
may not be the least confrontational way of phrasing it, but it addresses the issue I have with the Big Black Box that's getting shared on LJ, reblogged on tumblr, tweeted about and generally spread around the internets today.
I have no problem with targeted activism and every admiration with the principles behind it, but please actually think about who your target is
, here, because "Buy no books/magazines/movies/music whatsoever
" is what's getting reblogged on that giant spiffy graphic.
Your local independent bookstore or comic shop, your favorite also-in-fandom
authors (and recording artists
), self-published comic creators
-- those people would be hit harder by a blanket boycott on all
buying of published media in the month of March than any of the huge publishing companies/RIAA/MPAA.
I chose those 3 specific artists as examples because aside from their popularity in fandom, they all actually have books coming out in March
whose sales figures can directly affect whether their next
book gets published at all -- or in the case of Terry Moore, comics coming out whose sales go straight to the dude's gas bills, do not pass go, do not pay anybody besides the shipping company he uses to get them out to the comic shops.
So, yeah, I get the idea. I even support the idea; by all means, wait until April to purchase that DVD box set or that new album released by RCA. But be more specific about what not to buy and who not to buy it from, so you don't cut off the nose of your favorite artist to spite SOPA's face.ETA:
, here's a great and much more targeted
post addressing how to boycott specifically the companies that support SOPA and similar over-reaching "anti-piracy" legislation. There's even an app for that
Happy creepy religious/personal/commercial holiday of your choice. Me, I'm gonna dress up like a pirate wench of questionable virtue (something was redundant there, but I'm not sure if it was me or the wench), hand out way too much candy to the neighborhood children, attempt to keep 8 cats and a
kitten Kraken from getting outside during that process, and watch the hell out of some horror movies.
So, pretty much the same thing we do every night, Pinky, minus the Twizzlers and the black leather corset.
pie boobies blame Canada gingers have no souls Dutch people live in wooden shoes creepy icons! Which I haven't done in a while. This time, though, instead of Getty, I plundered Italian horror films, specifically Argento's Inferno and Fulci's The House By The Cemetery and The Beyond. So these could vaguely be considered spoilery for those three movies if you labor under the delusion that the storylines would make any sense to you whatsoever after watching the films let alone scrolling through a few icons.
These are by no means a representative sampling of every scene or iconic image; they're just visuals that I found spooky. Low on blood and pretty much free of gore because again, I like the creepy, not the gross. Warning for, um. Spiders, ginger kids, and supernaturally-induced cataracts?
Want/take/have/mutilate as desired.
Total Icon Count: 43
001 to 013: Dario Argento's Inferno
014 to 023: Lucio Fulci's The House By The Cemetery (pretty much all ginger kid, all the time, despite her not being the main character or even the main kid; it was that or decapitations and bat attacks, plus the main kid is DEEPLY ANNOYING)
024 to 043: Lucio Fulci's The Beyond (which also has a ginger kid, who's much less cute and gets much less screentime; OTOH the only lines she has are "Mom! Mom!" so she doesn't have to be atrociously dubbed by an adult)
( Avanti!Collapse )
"What an awesome header," said I, after the initial chortling over what an awesome concept
it was, on viewing the U.S. CDC's Zombie Apocalypse Preparedness Guide
And then I started seeing it every freakin' where
"The hell?" said I, on pulling up House of Fallen
while doing my daily Amazon crawl for decent streaming horror movies, after having already blinked at Bat Sh*t Crazy
* on the shelf at my local Family Video. "Is this some incredibly popular piece of zombie art that the talented but crazyflakes artist dumped into the public domain, and everyone everywhere has picked it up?
No, it's just stock photography
and uncreative marketing divisions. But at least, thanks to Google and TinEye
, it's not driving me nuts anymore, and I can go watch an undoubtedly bad** horror anthology starring Corbin Bernsen and C. Thomas Howell. Just in case it was driving you nuts too, I thought I'd post about it.
*Asteriskery not mine; shit, ya'all, since when have I ever avoided cussing like a sailor around here?
**Nothing to do with the actors in question, just Sturgeon's Law, which seems to get a +8 modifier (so 98% of everything is dreck) when it comes to a) horror movies, and b) movies available through streaming video via Amazon or Netflix.
I bought new collars for all of the cats today (except Little Brother, bottom right, who wears a harness; I just bought him a bell). They all
have bells. The house is now a symphony of tinkling.
And grumbling, as they run around trying to shake them off. I predict that I'll find at least two that have been magically slipped, within the week.
Thank you guys so much for the hugs and well-wishes; maeyan
and I both appreciate them mightily, despite the part where answering them individually is probably, for the sake of sanity and not having to keep re-cleaning my glasses, not going to happen. ♥
To say, "what she said
" despite my urge to just hide, so.
Aberdeen, our eldest cat, is gone, the one who's always been both 'ours' and 'mine' because her mother
was most definitely Jen's and because she was born
unexpectedly sixteen years ago (on the fourth of July, no less), exactly to my wishful specifications: one black kitten with green eyes
. (Who delighted in chewing on her mother's ears
, climbing into the silverware drawer, hiding under the stove, staring down from a great height
, purring so loud you could hear her from a room away, and eating green beans. As you do when you're a beautiful but insane cat. Which I know covers all of them, but anyway.)
So. She was my baby
, and she lived a very long life, and, as always, it wasn't nearly long enough. I'm... calm, and not having the best day, and I'm leaving comments on but don't know if I'll be able to pull off answering them. Thank all of you guys who've been along for the ride on this, and especially sarabi
, who's known Aberdeen almost as long as we have.
Go look at your blog/journal. Find the last Fandom-related thing you posted. The characters in that post are now your team-mates in the Zombie Apocalypse. How fucked are you?
The last fictional
character mentioned in this LJ is Emmett Honeycutt.
However, the meme doesn't say
fictional, and the post before this one is most certainly fannish. How much trouble would I have facing the zombie apocalypse with kimera
? Zero much, that's how much. I've already faced two
zombie apocalypses with most of them.
Though now I so feel like cheating and editing that post
(about people I will see in San Diego) to include seanan_mcguire
, because come on.
Woohoo, 4-day passes for San Diego Comic-Con went on resale today, and this
time, I was there to F5 with all my might. *pets shiny confirmation e-mail*
I was going to San Diego anyway, mind you, because I wasn't missing out on seeing kimera
and all the other possible occupants of the Pope Table at Buca di Beppo.
This just means I get to actually wander the con floor and spend inadvisable amounts of money on idiotic fannish things, rather than veg in the hotel for half my stay.
Which is to say, long ago and far away, I made a bazillion Emmett Honeycutt icons because I was playing him at fandomhigh
, but never posted them anyplace to share, because I was a lazy arse. Here is my arse being less lazy.
Free to good home. Neither credit nor comment is required, though both are always welcome. 700-ish of them
. Don't ask me what's up with the missing thumbnails on a few; it's just Scrapbook being twerptastic.
For the random amusement portion of this post, I knew it was time to pack it in because I wasn't getting him out and about enough when I realized that after six months realtime in the game, the only non-NPC person Emmett "Fuck 'Em 'All" Honeycutt
had in fact fucked was... Gabrielle. You know, Xena's Gabrielle? Yeah. (I should just leave that there, but my soul requires that I add the context: it was Hell Freezes Over Day.)
He did proposition Johns Sheppard and Mitchell, though, in a saner frame of mind. One had a girlfriend and one was a teacher, so they were both off-limits, sadly.
1. Terry Moore tweets con sketches
2. I ink and color them horribly in Photoshop
5. Whoops, no profit.
In this case, a combination of old
and new that was a moral imperative once the 2nd sketch hit my phone's inbox.
Green Lantern Francine and Red Lantern Katchoo, captured by the Hubble Telescope sharing some space between here and the Eagle Nebula. Chewie looks a little ragey at being spied on, I think. Not blood-spewing ragey, but she's off-duty here.Francine
sketches by Terry Moore
, digicolor by MP, background by the universe courtesy of the Hubble telescope.
Now you see why I wasn't too worried about spamming you with surgery updates, let alone TMI ones. I got home Wednesday evening, and have been... varying degrees of awake and alive since.
Some math that is now my day: I'm supposed to down 64 oz of fluids per day and 60-80 grams of protein. Since I'm still on a liquid diet, these obviously coincide at the moment, but still... It's almost 6 and I've managed about 16 oz of fluid so far. It'd be a whole lot easier if I didn't feel like crap when I drink more than an ounce in an hour or so.
Luckily I get to count liquid hydrocodone, woohoo! (Sadly not towards the protein.)
On the plus side, when I am awake and not feeling like crap, I'm managing to walk about half a mile a day (at around 1 mph, snerk). The later parts of the day just involve more sleeping and inability to concentrate on tiny lettery things on a screen.
Apologies in advance (and in retrospect for the last few posts) for my haphazard ability to reply to comments!
Survived surgery. Feel punched in the stomach but otherwise human-ish. The being stoned might be helping that. Posting, as requested, while stoned (on liquid vicodin).
Not terribly interesting while stoned, apparently. I just have to keep squinting at the screen/keyboard to make sure I'm hitting the right keys!
The surgery thing that I didn't exactly keep a running update for? That would be happening tomorrow. (After surgeon's office jumping through the wrong hoop delayed the insurance approval past the time when it would have been on my already-paid 2010 deductible, sigh.)
I am really really... not nervous; maeyan
does enough obsessing for three people in these situations, so it balances out.
Just an update that I'll probably be afk-ish for the next 2 or 3 days! Though I think I may
end up with internet access, so alternately I may be around, but happily stoned.
Fandom High people will probably be seeing this for the 60th time, but there's a lot of folks on my friendslist (and several Aussies) who predate that, so here's one more voice to spread the word.
Sharron -- RP friends will recognize her as Jack Harkness 2.0, Karal, and Harriet Jones (we know who you are) among fondly-remembered others -- lives in Queensland, Australia, and her home has been completely submerged in the recent flooding.
She and her kitties are safe and doing well (though without a mailing address at the moment), but she's lost almost everything she owns -- including every book
Sorry, should probably have cut and warned for geek nightmare fuel there. Oops.
The one-two punch of good fortune:
1. LibraryThing is literary-nerd OCD heaven, and Sharron's entire underwater collection is cataloged there
have done a very awesome thing that's resulted in a lot
of people being very awesome: they've organized a drive to recreate it
through used-book donations from friends, fellow fans, and even some generous authors.
If you feel like helping out with your own extra copies, take a walk over to the post linked above and check out the list to see if you've got any of the missing titles. There's contact information and plans in place for collecting up the books both from the US (which will then be shipped abroad at a discounted rate) and elsewhere (coltsbane
is in Australia, but thankfully out of the flood's path). If you'd like to help but can't share/send books, they're also accepting PayPal donations for the overseas shipping costs.
Word Count: 790
Disclaimer: The BBC really, really doesn't want to know.
Summary: Merlin doesn't seem to get how this ritual is supposed to go. Arthur would explain again, but... what was the question?
Warnings/Spoilers: Minor spoilers for the opening scenes of 3x08
Author's Notes: For halfnorn
. Established relationship.
Yeah, so pretty much PWP.@crazypaving@A03@mxa
and I can has house! Which was true as of Thursday, but since said house has no internets yet, I only tweeted about it. Most of the weekend got eaten by moving Things, and by Things I mean 6 boxes of books and 6 bookcases.
We're not actually going to be living there for a bit, until we get window treatments up (there aren't even any curtain rods, so this is going to be a full installation job), but we have a couch and I have a bed. Around which are piled most of the contents of those 6 boxes of books. I only got as far as sorting them last night! The shelves, they must wait emptily.
For the other three boxes of books that haven't been loaded into the car yet.
Like a flaw in a persian rug.TM old Buffywank
Financial situation: bearable
Real estate situation: eeeeeee!
Work and RP situations: got everything done that I need to for the next week which is good because
San Diego Comic-Con situation: Checked in, bag paid for, tickets printed, laptop loaded, mp3 player loaded, suitcase packed (though it will have to be re-checked for cataways before being zipped up), and flyyyyyying away at 5 a.m. tomorrow. And
Colin Morgan a good time will be had by all.
This, this, this
Especially as so very very many of you don't actually post fic in comms, you link to the work in your LJ, which means that "View entries on my friends page in my own style" doesn't work, and ?style=mine has to be added manually.
ILU guys but do you realize
how awful some of your tiny, tiny cramped journal layouts are for reading fic? Or, for that matter, having any in depth discussions about fic or anything else, when the comments are so over-formatted that by the time you're three comments down a thread,
PS: Those of you who also link to AO3 are FTW and don't make me quite as sadpanda, though still, you might want to keep the comment/discussion thing in mind for LJ and DW.
*(Or possibly just Dear Fandom, but you can tell where I've been reading mass quantities of fic recently.)
Namely, that the target audience would be (in this case) "people who know both Merlin and
Strangers in Paradise and can deal with the concept of the leads of both having gone to an interdimensional high school together" or fandomhigh
players. The Venn diagram of which is almost a complete overlap.
Title: It Could Have Been Worse. She Could Have Brought Shake-Weights.
Fandom: Merlin/Strangers In Paradise (Fandom High futurefic)
Pairings (not that they feature much here): Arthur/Merlin, Francine/Katchoo, long-past Francine/Merlin, Casey Bullock/any unattached man with eyes
Word count: 843
Prompt: from rhi_silverflame
: Camelot / Francine, Katchoo, Arthur, Merlin...and Casey / a well-meaning but inevitably disastrous aerobics lesson( Are you *positive* she's not a troll?Collapse )
Hunh. I have now officially transferred every fanfic I've ever completed (except That One X-Files Fic No One Ever Needs To Read and the Fandom High ficlets) over to the Archive of Our Own
The word-count doesn't make me stop going must write more even though you have nothing at the moment to write and it makes you semi-crazy when you do because all must love you and despair or you fail at fandom
, but it soothes the buzzing insects a little
Dear rest of the world that practices DST, please spring forward soon so you will stop being an hour further away than you usually are. Love, a yank who misses you.
In other news, still alive, if personally rather blah at the moment for a number of brain and health reasons.
In other news, ganked from apocalypsos
, a gallery of girl/girl prom pictures
. Heart: *grows three sizes* Bonus gallery of the less snapshotty sort: hot girls with glasses
In other other news, this video
is not reducing my The Founding Fathers Are Hot issues. (I link to a blogpost because I am...somewhere.... that blocks youtube so I can't snag the real URL.) If Schoolhouse Rock had actually been
like this, I wouldn't mostly hate it. /traitor to my generation.
In other other other
news, yeah yeah, LJ header different, world ending, but more importantly, you can now turn off new comments to your post without hiding all the old ones
. We've only been wanting this for what, ten years, people? I could give a crap about having to manually go hide the vgifts on my profile in the face of that. (When you edit a post, there's now a "locked" option in the "Allow Comments?" dropdown.)
If I had a kingdom.
*eyes recent spoilery discussions around the Eljay about the Buffy Season 8 storyline*
Oh, Joss. Oh honey. You are such a fandom troll.
(I can only bear to giggle instead of gnash teeth because he frankly lost any chance at my considering the comics part of the canon continuity when Skinless Warren walked into the picture. Or rather when I realized a bit later the reason he shouldn't be walking into the picture besides 'Oh God not him again.')
...Yeah, I know. Giant Dawn I can handle. Buffy and Satsu, I can not only handle, I loved, in all its doomed-to-failure fuckeduppery, because it was interesting. (Dear fandom: here is a Kinsey Scale. Step on it.) But 'oops, when we brought back this character and said he survived, we forgot we used him as a plot point in an arc about a creature that can only impersonate the dead?' That'd be the point where it became fanfic.
(Smell Like A Prince, Man?)Fandom:
BBC's Merlin, and, uh. Hot guys who smell like jet fighters and punching?Sound:
So, about that virally popular Old Spice commercial
Even a medieval man should smell like a man, man. Arthur feels the need to share this fact with the ladies - and manservants - of the world. Sir William helps out. Merlin...is long-suffering. (But he does kind of like how Arthur smells. Shh.)Notes:
BBC + Shine + Old Spice + Allergy-Sinus meds = this. I own only the drugs. I solemnly swear that no more than one box was purchased and I have no plans to start a meth lab from the contents. Vielen Dank to maeyan
, and shesakicker
for enabling the crazy.Spoilers:
through Series 2 technically, but so out of context that it would be a challenge to get spoiledFormat:
DivX AVI and streamingLength:
(DivX avi, right-click-save: 8.4 mb)
AKA "First World Problems, I has Them" :
When there's a fic snippet on the kinkmeme for your current fandom that hits your bulletproof kink liek whoa and it's
b) stated to be part of a not-yet-published WIP
c) posted over a year ago
d) from a now-deleted journal
Woe. Fic blue-balls.
Fandom: BBC's Merlin
Rating: Teen for language?
Disclaimer: The characters belong to antiquity; the fact that they have Bradley James' and Colin Morgan's faces, I blame on the BBC.
Camelot in winter smells of ice and the branches that snap beneath it, cold and clean. It cracks his lungs as Merlin watches from the parapet.
Arthur clumping muddy back from battle to his chambers smells of horse and horse shit, clotted blood, sweat left to simmer for hours in a metal drum shaped like a man. Grease, swallowed bile, and the boots, sweet lord of the forest, the boots, what's been squelching in there....
Rank, wet air in his face when he leans down to unbuckle Arthur's gorget and it's the first time Merlin can breathe properly all day.
Though my back hurts like a mofo for no apparent reason, right along the sciatic nerve. Awesome.
Also I don't want to go home and take the trash out so here's a ficlet meme, snurched from tinylegacies
1. Write down the names of 10 characters.
1. Morgana, BBC's Merlin
2. David Nabbit, Angel: the series
3. Ace, Doctor Who
4. Emmett Honeycutt, QAF US
5. Nancy Thompson, Nightmare on Elm Street
6. Gaius, BBC's Merlin
7. Cordelia Chase, BtVS/Angel
8. Jayne Cobb, Firefly
9. Emily Lightman, Lie To Me
10. Vila Restal, Blake's Seven
2. Write a fic of fifteen words or less for every prompt, using the characters determined by the numbers.
Do NOT read the prompts before you do step 1!( Wow, do most of these rely on knowing the source material.Collapse )
And still making dorktastic photomanips, albeit not BtVS ones.
Title: Flushed (or It Seemed Like A Good Idea At The Time)
Fandom: Merlin (BBC)
Rating: Mature (Hell if I know how to rate things anymore - there's nudity and carefully-shadowed bits)
Warnings: Spanking. (Contain your shock.) Straight-up photomanippery
with a side of cursing at Poser, yo. I cannot draw to save my life
. That 'making of' pic is actually more explicit than the finished product.