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sir ian mckellen

the less gripey anecdote part

Anecdotes continue to accumulate mostly unposted, but I did wanna mention a few things.

Front page of the Metro today included that it's the two-year anniversary of gay marriage today. (And that's of the ruling taking effect -- which was 6 months after the ruling itself.) Wow. I totally hadn't realized it had been that long. I keep forgetting I was a junior and thinking it was only last year.

From the Metro Da Vinci Code movie interview with Ron Howard, Tom Hanks, and Sir Ian McKellan.
Sir Ian McKellan: I'm very happy to believe that Jesus was married. I know the Catholic Church has problems with gay people, and I thought this would be absolute proof that Jesus was not gay.

I really should have been LJing before TV tonight so I could actually get to bed at a sane hour, but I was playing with iconning instead.
I made a violin icon -- which I've been talking about wanting for some time now. I would kinda rather an icon from this picture, but I can't get it to crop in a way that I like (and that still looks good resized).

I've also been playing with picspam from

ranaeressea for an androgynous icon (which has also been fun with cropping -- would anyone wanna see the ones I don't use?), but I went to upload the one I decided I wanted and it seems to still have the greenish tint from before I upped the red. Not fair.

Okay, okay, bedtime.

Oops. Closing your door -- because you're trying to write and any sort of vocalized conversation is distracting -- means everyone goes to bed without saying goodnight to you,

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liminal space

I had a moderately successful clothes shopping trip today. Addendum: ~~$40~~ $30 pants being dry clean only? So not allowed. I see prices like that, and the material feels normal (*checks tag now* 63% polyester, 33% rayon/viscose, 4% spandex) and I don't think to check for special care instructions. Will ask He Who Does the Laundry (i.e., my Daddy) tomorrow (since often one can get away with gentle cycle, handwash, etc. -- witness many of my recent shirt purchases). I also realized (more accurately? was reminded) how I'm going to have to relearn where to shop when I move -- reminiscent of going to college, but with rather more urgency in getting it figured out (yay for a housemate who's lived there a year).

I stopped by the library after I came home. People keep asking me if I'm excited -- about the apartment thing. And I say that I am (often with the caveat that I am not excited about packing) because it's close to the truth and it's what they want to hear [yes, that issue again]. I've been planning having an apartment since sometime last year, so now I have a concreteness to ground the planning but it's hardly new; and I'm nervous about some things but mostly confident that I'll figure it out (because that's What I Do); so basically the concreteness hasn't upped the excitement (or the nervousness) much beyond what was simmering when it was all theoretical. I've been planning it so much that I don't have much of a mood change -- though I imagine I will once I'm actually moved in. The clutter in my room is bugging me tonight, though, so maybe I will actually will be able to get myself in gear to cull and pack.

Terry was asking about where I'm moving to, and I honestly couldn't remember where it is in relation to Boston proper (like, I currently live southwest of Boston). I'm so not used to thinking about how to get places other than by the T (though I am enjoying learning how things are close to each other so I can walk rather than T). Thinking about people parking at my new place? Oy. I think we have a driveway and maybe on-street parking, but I'll have to inquire with OriginalRoomie about public parking lots in the area in preparation for ever having more than one visitor at a time. (I am so tempted to tell people to park at Alewife or something and T it.)

I've been reading post-"Chosen" Xander-in-Africa fic recently, and of course my brain likes to connect everything, so I'm thinking about how he changes when he's on his own away from the group that has so defined/influenced him (though yes, still connected to them) and from there thinking about those sorts of issues/themes in my own life.

oyceter is asking about cities you have loved, which got me thinking about how I'm not attached to places in the sacred space, pilgrimage, etc. kind of way, and further attempts at articulation got me: I tend to see places-to-live/visit as more means-to-an-end (access to material goods, friends, a job, etc. that one wants). My phrasing prompted

angeyja to ask me for a link to my talk about sacred space etc., but it's not something I've made a full post about (yet), just talked about in conversation with other people.

And speaking of apartment parties, how I function with people, etc.: Ian McKellan on directing a movie and throwing a party:

I've often said that the way of defining a good director… well, you can't be a good director unless you can hold a good party. At a good party, you've specifically brought together a group of people because you'll think they'll get on and you're job is to make them get on. You're job is not to have a good time but to make sure they have a good time. You treat each of them differently. You make sure they've got the right drink in their hand. You say the right words of encouragement. You introduce people to them. Brett [Ratner] is brilliant, absolutely brilliant, but Bryan[ Singer]'s not very good at it. I've never been to a party of Bryan's, but I dread to think what it would be like. Bryan is much more internal and self-obsessed and neurotic. That comes out in the films he makes. That's part of what he does. Brett's a party animal. Brett wants everyone to have a good time. If they're enjoying themselves then so is he. That's a very good atmosphere for a movie of this sort. There are long, long waits while things are being set up. Where the scenes aren't that intense. You can easily get lost in the dialogue of an X-Men movie, so it's very good to have the leader keeping everyone's spirits and that's what he does.

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"Never win first place, I don't support the team..."

Meg and i missed each other on Thursday, and Moriah had to cancel on me for Friday. Life is pain, as Meg said. Only, not really. My life is not Tess of the d’Urbervilles (which is nigh on 400 pages and which i didn’t start in earnest until Friday, because i suck). P.S. Oh, memories.

Friday was positively balmy. Predictions of snow, what? Crazies. I slept in, had a leisurely lunch, did assorted errands including laundry and finally putting a picture of myself up on facebook. Thursday night i finally posted to

slashthekey and

futureverse.

And yeah, there endeth-ed the productivity. On Friday i hung out with people -- or at least Emma -- from tea (4pm) until nearly 10pm. Though i did do lots of Tess reading afterward. And finished it on Saturday. (Oh, textual entrances into slash, how i love thee.) Now i just have to read Death of a Salesman and do my reader response journal for The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe (and reread and take notes on the end of Surprised by Joy). That’s for tomorrow. For now, fanfic to quell the Hit With Big Sticks feeling that carried me through most of the novel.

ZOE: You sanguine about the kinda reception we're apt to receive on an Alliance ship, Captain?
MAL: Absolutely. (then) What's sanguine?
ZOE: Hopeful. Plus, item of interest, it also means bloody.
MAL: Well, that pretty much covers the options, don't it?
-Firefly, “Safe”

Every time i read the name Angel Clare i kept thinking of Angel Juan. Oh, things i don’t have the time to reread.

209 rearranged their room, so i swapped my bookcase for a 4-shelved one. The shelves aren’t as deep as my old one, but that’s almost a non-issue; and there are 4 shelves instead of 3, which is the important part. And the dark wood is yummy.

Friday, Felicia called me and Emma (and Cat?) repressed. Somehow not the word that usually comes to mind. And it’s possible i’ll never be able to look at pineapples with a straight face again, at least around certain people.

Emma, on Time Bandits: “I still haven’t decided how I feel about the ending. I need to write that fanfic.”
Me: “I’m already writing that fanfic.”
Emma: “Why haven’t you finished yet?”

I’m thinking SuperBowl is prime time to work on fic ‘cause i clearly can’t do homework during it.

"Sometime before 6:30, the game will start. Remember the game, between the Patriots, who could win their third Super Bowl in four years, and the Eagles, who last played (and lost) in the Super Bowl 24 years ago?"
-Richard Sandomir, on the excess of pre-game programming

Oh, look, young Ian McKellan and Judi Dench from my MAT class copy of Macbeth.

David Lenson, my UMass Comp-Lit Brave New Worlds prof, mentioned during the Maria Tatar radio interview that one of his students wanted to do a senior honors thesis on fanfiction, and from his tone it sounded like he denied said student. I e-mailed him and mentioned Susan Cocalis, my UMass Grimms to Disney prof, in my e-mail. This is the response i got:

I'd never deny a student the opportunity to do new research! C'mon! I think the project may be a bit bogged down at the moment, but her name is [name removed] and she's in my current class. I'll see if it's ok with her to give out her email address.

I invited Susan Cocalis to join us on the show, but she had a prior commitment. Tatar, Cocalis and I are old pals from graduate school.

::loves::

"Your recs page is my new crack."
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wisdomeagle

And

wisdomeagle wrote me fic for

buffyverse1000! I have love.

I caved and signed up for the Ethan Rayne ficathon.

I am not, however, doing the Multifandom One Ring Fic Challenge, obviously.

I’m excited about my

femslash05 assignment.

Emma, i thought of you.

I have the “Normal Again” outtake [JM/NB kiss] vid clip again! ::loves

mpoetess::

There is an Angelus prayer. Yeah, it’s named for the Latin beginning, but still; being in fandom makes one’s brain extra-confused. (Hat-tip,

maechi.)

BlogThings says i’m 30 :)