I wrote 14,501 words today in fifteen hour-long sessions of one thousand words apiece.

Slightly less than half of them don't make me want to kill myself.

I think this is verifiably a good writing day.

And, also, if someone could get Vincent Kartheiser or Callum Keith Rennie (particularly 90s-era CKR, 'cause as sexy as he makes fifty look, he was my age in the 90s and that's both sexy and significantly less creepy) or Milo Ventimiglia... or all three, my God, if you have the power to get me all three... to call me and ask me, "Hey, I heard you can write 14,501 words in fifteen hours. Would you like to come with me to my hotel room and see what else you can do for fifteen hours?", could you please do that?

'Cause...seriously, you guys, I'm not getting out of bed until Saturday for anything less than that.

I think "Last Night" may be one of the most beautiful movies I've ever seen.

For those who've not heard of it, it's a Canadian indepedent film about the last six hours before the world ends, and the intersecting lives of several people on their last night on Earth. It's funny and sad and touching.

Also, it has Callum Keith Rennie both naked and kissing a guy, if you're into that, which...y'know, I am. *g*

But in all seriousness... beautiful. And it makes me think about what I'd do if I knew the world was going to end in a matter of hours and there was nothing that could be done about it. What would I say, what would I do, where would I go. Who would I want to be with.

Has some skeevy race issues. ::sigh:: Fewer than most, but...some. (YMMV. I'll talk about 'em in this or another post, if anyone wants to know.)

Overall, though, I'd give it a nine out of ten for a good story, good acting and subtle direction.

Well, fuck.

Now I've got a whole damn outline for a vid and no one to talk me out of making it.

::headdesk::

Okay, I need to talk to a Canadian with premium cable! Is anyone reading this a Canadian with premium cable, or friends with a Canadian with premium cable? It's a matter of life or TV!

So, here's something we haven't done in a while. A meme!

1. Reply to this post with the word PIRATES (or NINJAS) and I will pick six of your icons.
2. Make a post (including this info) and talk about the icons I chose.
3. Other people can then comment to you and make their own posts.
4. This will create a never ending cycle of icon glee.

boombangbing picked these ones:

( Icons! )

So there you go, guys. *g* Your turn!

...I have two refrigerators now, y'all.

Why do I have two refrigerators?

Because I am single and in my twenties and in my family.

See, in my family, when you have something you don't need anymore- like, say, when your cancer debt overwhelms your ability to pay your mortgage and you have to move into a smaller house, which happens to come with appliances, thus negating your need for your previous appliances...

...well, you don't throw them away. You give them to your unmarried kid in her twenties because that's just how it's done!

My new fridge is, and I am really not kidding here, John Deere Tractor green. (If you are not familiar with this color, feel free to Google it.) My new fridge has taken up residence in my garage, because frankly, I have a perfectly serviceable fridge currently in my kitchen, thankyouverymuch, and its color DOES NOT BANJO MY EYES. (Kitchen!fridge is beige. Y'know, not Lego-block green. Garage!fridge envies it its place in the house, I'm sure.)

Interestingly, I actually do intend to use garage!fridge. See, my major complaint about- otherwise perfectly serviceable, and not eye-banjoing in color- kitchen!fridge is that it's a side-by-side. Side-by-sides have never really been a practical fridge option for me...namely, because I never have an equal amount of stuff that needs to be frozen as I do stuff that needs to be refrigerated. I really need more room for refrigerated stuff than freezer stuff.

So, garage!fridge is going to be put to work containing the overflow of stuff that will not fit in kitchen!fridge, enabling me to keep a lot more leftovers. \o/

...this doesn't mean I have to like garage!fridge, however. (Seriously, Mom, Bill- couldn't you guys have painted it a more attractive color?!)

Also, I am not looking forward to seeing what two fridges does to my utility bill.

I told you all that just now, flist, because the sad fact of the matter is, I've barely posted for months, and that's pretty much the most exciting thing that's happened.

I really would like to have more interesting things in my life. I need activities.

Hm. Who wants to see what happens if I try speed dating?

Ugh. That's it, you guys. I'm |this| close to having t-shirts printed up that say, "My orgasm is less important than someone else's trauma." Who's with me?

Ten years later, "Fool for Love" and "Darla" are about the best episodes of anything ever. There are, in fact, only two notable flaws in the writing (the politics is another story, but I am tired and thuviaptarth explains it way better than I ever could) that I've found while re-watching these for about the 90,000,000,000th time. (It probably is about that many. When these eps first aired in 2000, I had no channels on my TV; the VHS tapes of about four eps that raelala sent me were all the entertainment I had.)

But anyway, yeah, only two noticeable flaws in the writing.

1) Buffy's severe lack of reaction to the fact that Spike showed up at her house with a shotgun.
2) The fact that Darla ended up unconscious via running into a wall.

Seriously, check it, y'all:

Exhibit A -


Seriously, Buff, the man has a gun! I know you're upset about your mom, but don't you think this warrants some questioning?!

Exhibit B -


...oh, Julie. That director hated you, didn't he?

...this is me on no sleep, you guys.

So, today, I identified as a socialist in public for the very first time.

...while talking to an anaracho-capitalist Libertarian.

So, y'know.

Good thing, bad thing?

I had a big ranty Failbender post typed up, but instead would like to refer all of you to these:

( Long post is long. )

So. Anyone care to revisit the "they picked the most talented actors" argument?

Okay, so...somebody just sent me a PM on YouTube that...frankly, I don't even know WHAT the fuck.

gshineman has sent you a message:
Question...lol
Hey darla1aeryn1fan I have a question because im a fairly dark skinned guy that grew up in a white town so to me I grew up the right way lol but now i live in the ghetto unfortunately becuz of tax reasons with my folks now i got these fuckin black people startin shit with me nd staring at me as i walk askin me for money nd there fuckin ghetto music playing all day lol its so annoying do yu have any advice?

I have eight videos on YouTube. One of a pair of octopi mating (long story), one of my cats when they were kittens, one of my daughter when we went to Bakersfield for Christmas a couple years ago, one "Firefly," one "Angel," one "Troy" and one "The Crow."

I make it a point not to discuss racism on YouTube because I do not have the spoons to deal with most of the fuckwittery that goes on in YouTube comments.

So...seriously...someone tell me why.

Hobbes: "Do you have an idea for your story yet?"
Calvin: "No, I'm waiting for inspiration. You can't just turn on creativity like a faucet. You have to be in the right mood."
Hobbes: "What mood is that?"
Calvin: "Last-minute panic."

Thank you, that is all.

Yesterday was my birthday.

I'm twenty-six now.

And I didn't post about it, or say "thank you" to any of the friends who sent me well-wishes or vgifts or any of that, because I managed to get sick on my birthday. I slept through three-fourths of the day and kept waking up sweaty, feverish and in pain. I have some weird kind of bronchitis-like thing (God, my chest, you guys!) and aches and pains all over besides. I'm hot and sick and tired and even though I fell asleep last night at six P.M, I didn't wake up until noon today.

And I really wanna just crawl back in bed and keep waiting for this to go away.

So, apologies to people who didn't hear from me yesterday, and sincere thanks to those who tried to say something to me about my birthday, I really do appreciate it. I just couldn't make myself sit up yesterday. But seriously, thank you.

Things that I hate:

1. Having my internet cut off for no apparent reason.
2. Being unable to fix it to the point where I have to call tech support.
3. Calling tech support and being treated like a n00b, complete with questions like, "You're sure your ethernet is plugged in? Can you check? That's the yellow cable that goes from the modem to the computer. It's plugged in? You're sure?", for half an hour before they decide that my problem is beyond their ken and they will have to forward me to Level 2 Tech Support.
4. Getting hooked up with Level 2 Tech Support, only for them to go, "Well, you seem to have done everything right. Let's check our end. Oh, hey! We're performing maintenance in your area. We do that late at night sometimes, since we don't expect people to be on. Give it ten minutes, it'll come back on its own when we're done. Oops! Sorry!"

Grrr. Grrr grrr grrr.

You know, you'd think, given the sheer number of times I've been through this, and the age I've reached, this would get a little less devastating.

And yet, I kind of want to lie around and cry for a bit.

They canceled my show.

Okay...so I've just spent a few hours getting a crash course in something that's going around in my internet social circle that I knew nothing about. (I've seen the posts, but had none of the context, and grew increasingly confused until I had a link. And now I'm so angry that I feel like I can barely Goddamn breathe.

Context is here, for anyone needing the crash course.

Now. Let's talk about the thing that made me so furious, the big vein in my head feels like it's going to pop. ( Cut for discussion of sexual abuse, potentially triggery. )

Dear Female Idiots on Facebook,

I hate to break this to you, but men taking an interest in your bras is not actually a demonstration of how powerful you are. No, seriously, it's not. No. Seriously. It's. Not.

Similarly, fueling horny guys on Facebook with suggestive statuses is not actually empowering, either.

Please...just...just stop. I'm begging you.

Signed,
Me

Dear Cousin on Facebook,

Yes, I understand you passed it on because you thought it was funny. From now on, can you just pretend I laughed and leave me out of it?

Seriously, I don't even like Facebook, which you probably should have figured out 300+ ignored Farmville requests ago.

Ugh.

Signed,
Me

Dear God,

Please destroy Facebook.

Signed,
EVERYONE

So, I haven't posted in a while. It's been a combination of factors, the largest of which was "nothing was really going on right now and I didn't feel like posting." I ended up hanging around waiting for something to say, and...well. Today, Arizona gave me something to say.

For those who haven't heard, today a bill called SB 1070 was passed in hte state of Arizona, a bill which makes it legal for police officers to harass anyone they might suspect of being in the United States unlawfully. Reactions to this have been surprisingly limited in the corners of the internet I hang out in- a lot of people wondering, "What's wrong with making it harder for illegal aliens to hang around?" Well, I'm glad you asked, because the fact of the matter is, the phrasing of the bill is so delightfully ambiguous that it basically grants the police in Arizona the right and ability to pull aside absolutely anybody who "looks foreign" and force them to prove they're here legally. If you're brown in Arizona- Latino, Middle Eastern, South Asian, even Native American- if the police think you "look suspicious," they can detain you and force you to provide the kind of proof most people don't just carry with them automatically (such as a birth certificate or passport) that they're a legal resident of this country.

Show us your papers. Are your papers in order?

Even if I thought that was okay to do to actual undocumented persons- and I don't- there's no distinction made in this bill for the treatment of undocumented persons (I fucking despise the term illegal aliens) and naturalized citizens of the United States, or people here on valid work or education visas, people here because they married a U.S citizen, or people who are visiting for a short time using a valid passport. If you look "foreign" and "suspicious," you're fair game for being detained by Arizona police for no reason at all.

That's right. The state of Arizona just made it legal to pull someone over for Driving While Brown.

Many people from The President to Stephen Colbert have voiced justified outrage. But I think that I'd like to see more outrage from people I know. And I think Governor Brewer- the conversative dimwit up for re-election who signed SB 1070 into being this morning- could stand to hear it, too.

You can contact the governor via e-mail by going here.

You can also contact her, or at least her office, by phone using these numbers:

(602) 542-4331 - For Phoenix, Arizona residents
1-(800) 253-0883 - Toll-free for everyone in the country

You can send faxes to this number: (602) 542-1381 And you can do it for free from your computer using the services at FaxZero, which is what I intend to do.

Actual physical letters can be sent to:

The Honorable Jan Brewer
Governor of Arizona
1700 West Washington
Phoenix, Arizona 85007

Let your voices be heard. Stand up for your civil rights, the civil rights of your fellow U.S citizens (even if they weren't born here), and for the diplomatic treatment of visitors to our country and residents of our country (regardless of how they got here), by letting Governor Brewer know that the eyes of this country are on her and on this monumentally unethical and unconstitutional bill she signed today. Be polite, but be firm. No insuts, no threats, just simple statements of the truth.

Protest in whatever meaningful ways you can. Personally, any travel plans I'd been making that would have taken me through Arizona are being changed. Not a cent of my tourism dollars is so much as going to be spent in an Arizona gas station while this stands.

And this summer, if this is still standing... I'm throwing whatever efforts I can into a fandom auction to raise funds to donate to an election campaign to get somebody else into Arizona's gubernatorial seat. (If huge swaths of Mormons in Utah can do it for Prop 8 in California, I don't see why we can't do it to protect the civil rights of Arizona residents, regardless of where we live.)

This is a big deal, people. We can't shrug it off or ignore it or just wave it away with an "Eh, it doesn't affect me." Yes, it does. Don't forget that.

I have decided that today, I'm going to try to write 10,000 words of nothing but porn. No plot, no romance, just sex. Possibly with everybody smoking cigarettes at the end, damn it. Leave me a pairing and a kink and I'll give it a shot, though I make no guarantees. Anonymous commenting is turned on, for once, because sometimes people have kinks they're ashamed to admit to, and it's really hard to get/find porn for kinks you're ashamed to admit to. Since that's a position I'm occasionally in, I sympathize and offer a way out (or in, as it were *g*). I'm bored and behind on my getyourwordsout. Give it a go.

Gacked from anothersuperboy and marciaelena:

What was the #1 song the day you were born? Google the date and #1 song and then post your #1 song on your LJ - preferably with a Youtube vid if you can find one!

May 19th, 1984