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The way the cleaning lady tells me about her new neighbours, how she's already decided not to speak to them because they're foreign. And how they're getting the 'taking bins out, locking the garden door' system all wrong. Probably because they're Indian, or Pakistani, who knows the difference.

All the while I'm standing there, brown as I am, and wrapped in the shawl Nanigee bought me from Lahore.
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New layout. Sort of an interim thing until I can get to a computer and pretty it up a bit. The idea is to get something single colour that will work on a mobile since 90% of my Web browsing is done on my phone nowadays.

So I just finished rereading Force over Distance by Cleanwhiteroom and am feeling all adrift and sad and weird. It's a magnificent fic. Really wonderful, but very immersive. Complex and plotty and full of dramatic interpersonal relationship and character drama.

Plus I'm off to Spain tomorrow morning and I'm vaguely stressing about trains and flights and bookings. I'm travelling with a friend and we've never spent 10 days straight together before. I feel like 10 days is a fairly reasonable number. Not too long, not too short.

Anyway. Yeah, hello dreamwidth btw. I think I've neglected you far too much over the past years. I'm still reading fic after all. The least I could do is maintain my reccing.

We'll see.
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Ever notice how in coffeeshop!AUs it's the barista who makes the first move? Or at least, they tend to be from the POV of the staff. Because they know each other don't they, they can speak to each other without weirdness and other customers waiting in line.

Also there are never other customers waiting in line. Except when it's funny.

Anyway. I went in and he wasn't there so I managed to speak to the other guy who works there. A perfectly nice guy, but not the point of my mission into town. Plus I managed to lose my scarf somewhere on the street without noticing. So, all in all a bit of a shit.

But I'll try again. I'm not letting myself run away from crushes any more. It's not happening. 
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So. So. There is a cafe where I go to drink coffee. And in this cafe there is a barista who serves coffee. Well more than one, but one in particular. He is tall and he has curly red hair, earrings and tattoos. He's pretty hot, is what I'm saying. And in my hour of need (I couldn't get the packaging off some new pencils) he was there and ready with a knife (since they didn't have scissors). Chivalry. Also hot.

So a few days later I then returned to this cafe, pencils de-packaged, and proceeded to sit in a corner and sketch in a bohemian and quirky manner, (or in an awkward and stalkerish manner, who knows. I didn't sketch him obsessively. I sketched everyone). I also dressed up massively for this, (by my standards, which means I had lipstick on and my shirt wasn't a farm shirt. But either way, effort was made.)

I then got all flustered whenever he came any where near me, (which wasn't often) and I sincerely hope it wasn't obvious, because while I am a ninja at concealing my crushes (not a useful skill) I am terrible at concealing blushes.

SO THEN. I went home and Facebook stalked him. I now know is full name, where he went to school, the name of his band, what instrument he plays, where he went travelling last year and basically FAR TOO MUCH INFORMATION. I feel like a complete creep and I'm seriously worried I will accidentally let slip any of the above deviously obtained information at random next time I go into the cafe.

Because there will be a next time. I refuse to let the fact of there being a crush scare me away from the chance of progressing this crush. (Trust me I'm a pro at that.)

Anyway, the real point of this post, beyond venting about WHY DID I INTERNET STALK? WHY? Is, well. How do I go from nondescript customer (with very bright lipstick) to conversation-having girlfriend material (with very bright lipstick).

ADVICE, GUYS. I NEED ADVICE. Beyond the basics of - do not accost him when there is a line of customers waiting for their caffeine fix. Like. I get that I probably need to hang around the cafe, and the whole sketching shtick is probably going to be my most useful excuse. BUT. Where do I go from there? I can't just fling my number in his direction without a single word traded (beyond, "UM. I'll have a cappuccino," and "Here's your change.")
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More space than people. ... )
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The place where movies come from! New York basically feels like I stepped into the TV and am now walking around inside it. Everything is tall. Tall tall tall. Buildings just go up and up. And everything is reflected light.

Upstate, everything is spread out. The roads are wide, and there are cables everywhere, cables draped along the sides of the road, cables that the traffic lights hang from. A lot of cables. Where are the British cables? Do we hide them all underground?

All the signs are in Impact Sans.

The yellow school buses are EVERYWHERE. I thought that was just a TV thing but it's not. It's real. EVERYWHERE. No kid could possibly not go to school. No excuse. THERE IS A BUS OUTSIDE EVERY DOOR.

Mailboxes are also outside every door, And every house has wood panelling and looks basically the same. They're also all detached. I'm in a posh area though. The cars are all shiny. Very shiny and big. To go with the big roads and big garages.

The New York subway was specifically deigned to drive tourists mad. Everything is also kind rickety and old looking, weirdly. Everything else is new. Building are all new. THIS IS SO OLD IT WAS BUILT TEN YEARS AGO. But the subway feels like it literally is from ancient history.

I'm not sure what else. I will be travelling around for the next few weeks, so the other states may give me more material.

So far the tea, coffee and hot chocolate has all been shit.

Oh and everything is made of pumpkin right now. Pumpkin coffee, pumpkin pies. Pumpkin shoes, pumping bed. I'm made of pumpkin. The word pumpkin has lost all meaning,
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So that was the busiest weekend in forever. I have to sleep all of the week to recover.

Cosplay question )

Talking about fannish stuff. I feel Earthcam should be used for some sort of massive, international, fan extravaganza. Don't ask me what, I don't know, it just seems too futuristic and cool/creepy and invasive, not to use. That or some sort of world-wide spygame, IDK.

Does no one make wallpapers any more? Where are all the graphics makers at? Still on LJ? Did all those elite icon comms cause the fandom to implode or something?

I've decided to buy myself a birthday present, )

Listening to Tegan and Sara's new album (via [personal profile] calvinahobbes I think?). And then I was scrolling my flist and "I'm not your hero" came on while I was reading [personal profile] amaresu's post with this icon:
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Please rec me: Plotty racebending and genderbending fic. )
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Or my personal favourite: It's my "time of the month" when I'm "not at my best" because my "vagina is bleeding"

Monthly Info
failed to send me a reminder. I wasn't completely unprepared, but I COULD HAVE BEEN. IDK what went wrong, my email was input correctly.

Anyway, I want to say well done Britain, defeated by the weather, yet again. OH NO. IT'S SNOW. CANNOT DEAL. EVERYBODY STAY AT HOME AND PREPARE FOR THE APOCALYPSE.

For God's sake.

Not that I really care, considering the vice grip my body has on my insides. I am drugged up, ready with the chocolate and tea and tv-catching up. I HAVE SO MANY BLANKETS RIGHT NOW. I AM SWADDLED. IT'S EPIC.
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Pantomime season. Oh joy.

As far as I know this is a peculiarly English Christmas tradition, but do correct me if I'm wrong. (Oh no it isn't... Oh yes it is...)

I don't often go to Pantos, though I did take the little ones last year and they loved it, as most small children do. But I'm working this one which kinda means I have no choice but to go. Opening night was tonight. It was full of that heady opening night vibe. Also full of those opening night fails (the octopus, it neither octoied nor... pussied. ahem.)

I've been reading a lot of PTSD H/C over the Technical rehearsal (because Follow Spots have fuck all to do during the Tech. other than sit in the dark and get bored). Specifically ones where the protagonist is so screwed up they have no idea how normal social rules work and are constantly expecting the worst. I wonder if it's because I'm super nervous at work and everything is new to me, compared to all the regulars, who've been there forever and know the place through and through. At least in fic I can point to the characters and say, well, they had it waaay worse than me and they turned out JUST FINE. BREATHE NEMO. KEEP BREATHING. IT'S ALL GOOD. SEVEN MORE WEEKS OF THIS SHIT AND YOU'LL BE OLD HAT TOO.

Also, likely a result of all that fic, I now want to write an Avengers theatre AU. COME ON IT WOULD SO WORK. Clint is always hidden up in the bridges doing Follow Spot. No one sees him, but he always sees you. (Yes, Clint is generally the hero of PTSD fic and yes I've possibly been self-comparing a little too much.) Also my boss' calm voice over the cans just made me think of Coulson the whole time. Nothing seems to faze him, it's awesome. And Natasha would be his second who was operating the show and the Clint/Natasha/Coulson Electrician threesome would be this triad of awesome and competence and win. And Thor would totally be the constantly upbeat Stage Manager, and the Warriors Three are all stage crew and they use their mighty strength to shuffle through scene changes like magic. Plus we all got issued those head torch thingies, and when you wear them round your neck, it lights up your chest like an arc reactor. So that's Tony, the Sound whizz, who they get freelance and he's super difficult to work with but he's also a sound ninja and all the cues go off exactly at the right time and nothing ever malfunctions because he's just that good

And okay so I'm not really sure where Bruce goes, because 'impossibly angry when stressed' isn't really conducive to a high-stress theatrical environment. And then there's the Loki question -- I don't really want him to be the baddie, because a Loki style baddie doesn't really line up with real life style baddies. (The 'Evul Council' translates much better to 'incompetent Director' or 'meddling managerial staff' or something.) Though it would be loltastic if 'Loki' was the villain in the show and Loki the actor was actually Thor's, really quite nice, younger brother.

Seven more weeks, man, this fic bunny may become the only thing keeping me going.

ETA:  Yeah I've locked and unlocked this at least thrice now. I can't decide if there's any chance someone from work might read it. There's no chance, right.... right?
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Theoretically Lazy green curry soup.

Slice half an aubergine into strips and fry in oil. Realise they will be fried-yum but spice-tasteless. Add salt. Remove from pan, cut one chicken breast into strips and fry in same pan. Chicken strips stick to pan and begin to burn. Add more oil. Realise chicken will also be tasteless. Add salt and attempt to add black pepper from broken grinder. Search kitchen for a non-distracting base spice, consider and discard soy sauce as too salty. Add miso paste. Remove from oil.

Take off heat and add about two tablespoons of green curry paste. Add about a tablespoon of brown sugar. Add half a red pepper cut into strips. Put back on heat and give a shake. Open tin of coconut milk. Struggle with tin opener and watch red pepper begin to burn. Leap to save red pepper. Browned red pepper is totally fine. Add half tin coconut milk. Mix until sugar and paste are combined with coconut milk. Consider keeping rest of coconut milk back until later. Try to remember which recipe said that was a good idea. Fail to remember. Try to think why doing that might a good idea. More coconuty taste if uncooked? Fail to give a shit. Add rest of coconut milk. Add half a courgette, sliced.

Take out three large green chillies. Slice one. Tap in centre of tongue. Spicy but not burning. Replace two chillies in fridge. Consider size of sliced pile. Worry it will be too little. Worry it will be too much.

Put oil back on shelf. See ginger. Realise you forgot to add ginger. Swear. Grab ginger and dice a thumb sized piece. Consider garlic. Decide against it. Add fried aubergine, ginger and chilli. Add juice of half a lime. Attempt to grate lime zest. Fail because lime is old and dry. Cook for a bit. Add chicken. Add half a cup of water and remaining lime half. Don't bother attempting to grate zest.


Far too fucking spicy fuck shit this is not lazy food. Now I have to think.

Think of ways to fix it. Wish you had added less chilli. Note to self, err on side of caution when using new untested chillies. Be thankful you didn't add all three chillies as planned. Stare at pan. Accept it will not be soup. Resign self to curry.

Drain veg into another pan. Begin boiling off extra water. Wash one cup rice. Add two cups water and a little oil. Stir once then bring to boil. Add cornflower to curry sauce to help thicken. Wash stuck cornflour off fingers. Try adding again this time using a fork. Start stirring. Remember new pan is non-stick. Attempt to stir without touching bottom of pan. Fail.

Swap hobs because rice is taking too long. Rice finally boils. Curry seems thick enough. Take curry off heat, put rice on lowest heat and lid on with small air gap. Leave for 15/20 mins. Pour veg back into pan. Pour curry sauce over veg.

Rice is very almost done, should wait for final water to be burnt off. Fail to give a shit. Swap pans, taste curry sauce, still spicy but heat level seems acceptable. Taste red pepper, is warmish. Should wait until all reheated through. Fail to give a shit.

Pile sticky rice on plate. Attempt to drain off excess curry as you pile veg onto plate.

Eat half your food. Still too spicy.

Go back into kitchen, taking plate with you to protect it from cat. Scoop yoghurt into tall cup. Add cold water and sugar. Stir. Drink. Thank all available deities for lassi. Thank some unavailable ones. Finish dinner.

Consider the pan-full of too spicy green curry left in kitchen.

Well shit.
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I blame tv for giving my unrealistic expectations in life.
I'm going to be twenty four in a month. That's only one more year of being in my early twenties.
I painted my nails a glittery red.

... These things may, or may not be related.

My festivid recs are up at nemo_recs, part two of 'toast' is going to be my yuletide recs, but it'll take me a while to work through all the fics I have bookmarked.

The Fall

Did I already rec this movie? The plot isn't perfect, it has loopholes that may drive you up the wall depending on how much that kind of thing annoys you.* However, the characters are good and the interaction between the leads is PERFECT. I've been thinking recently, 'precocious child' and 'surly teen' are two stock characters that need to fucking die. That said, the young girl in this is the RIGHT WAY TO SHOW CHILD CHARACTERS. Admittedly a lot of it is natural and adlibbed (for example the 'morphin3' bit was her own reading mistake that was then written in.) But in general, she's so perfect you want to hug her.

Anyway the main reason to watch this movie though, is that it is UTTERLY. COMPLETELY. ENTIRELY. GORGEOUS. The set pieces, the locations, the clothing, the EVERYTHING. MOST GORGEOUS MOVIE EVER.

pics under the cut )

* -- I've been thinking about how fandom people and non-fandom people critique/analyse movies. They're slightly arbitrary categories, but I do think there are differences re: plot based analysis, or theme based analysis. I didn't post about this before did I? I know I wrote a whole lot of stuff, but I don't think I ever got into a sense making post. I shall have to revisit.

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I used fresh chillies instead of powder in my dinner, because I'm a bloody idiot. I accidentally bit down on a big piece, thinking it was red pepper.

My mouth's been on fire for the past FIVE MINUTES. NO SIGN OF ABATING. I've got no yoghurt and no bread in the house. I already drunk two glasses of milk.


mostly tv

Jan. 19th, 2012 11:16 pm
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The Good Wife 3x13. Entirely superficial not! recap:-- Kalinda, you looked REALLY HOT this episode. I think was the colour of her top, plus some stellar make up? Not sure what exactly, but her skin had all these different tones. She's gorgeous. Not that they couldn't cut back further on the black and increase the use of colour. (Navy? Dark brown? THERE ARE OPTIONS, OKAY.)

Once Upon A Time 1x09. Entirely fed-up not!recap:-- Fuck it. Emma you lose at life. Henry you are an ungrateful shit. Regina, I love you. Rumplestiltskin, I love you as well. Snow and Charming, you're all right but you don't get enough screen time. Everyone else, you are MADE OF BORING. (Red, you are still super!hot). Even mystery man-on-motorbike isn't enough to keep me interested. I had hopes, possibly not very high, but they were middling. Show, you ruined them. Now how am I going to get my Carlyle kick? Bring back SGU, you losers.

Sherlock 2x03/entire season 2. Entirely obsessed not!recap:-- I HAVE TO WAIT A WHOLE YEAR? (Or possibly just under a year) FFFFFUUUUUU. John, you were the wonderfullest wonderful ever to wonderful. Sherlock, you were manic this entire season, but it did make sense in context. Moriarty, you were the best villain in the entire world ever. He gave me shivers, actual physical shivers. I have to watch everything with Andrew Scott in now. EVERYTHING. HIS FACE. MY GOD. Molly and Lestrade, you were great, wish they'd had more screen time, but we got some nice round the edges character development, especially ep 1 and 3. Shame there wasn't more Sally and shame Anthea didn't seem to exist (though we did get more Mycroft, which I certainly approve of.) It was deffo darker this season, which makes me wonder where they're going to go in 3. Even more darker-er?

The Thousandth Man, by Rudyard Kipling
(Taken from mariole@lj)

Oh wow, this really is about John, especially considering... ep3 spoilers... )

Underage ships in Whip It fic )

Anyway, somewhat related, I HAVE ROLLER SKATES! I realise this would make more sense had I told the internet about my intention to take up Roller Derby, so consider this a belated reveal. I INTEND TO TAKE UP ROLLER DERBY! )

Their Eyes Were Watching God. )

Crazy Stupid Love )

Drive )
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Do you know what a tribulation actually is? I didn't until googling it just now. Apparently, it is either the cause, or the state of great trouble or suffering. And a trial is more about testing than strife, which is what I'd  previously thought.

So, being put to the test through great suffering... )
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I'm home for another two days, it's great to see everyone, and I'm loving being cut off from anything work related and unable to do anything but chill. It's good being in the family rythym and getting early nights, my body's thanking me, the persistent headache from the past week has all gone. The weather is cold and grey and blustery, but I'm enjoying it since I can leave it all behind. I've restocked on earl grey and cocoa (cannot find any cocoa in Barcelona, it's weird). Have also filled my suitcase with clothes, gonna have a heck of a time transporting all my stuff to the new place. I have decided I am going to be a shinier and more fashionable person from now on, no more ratty old boring clothes, I will be SMART, CHIC and ELEGANT. Or at the very least I will wear less grey. I even have make up, of both the made and up variety. This is a milestone for me, I am being initiated into the mystic feminine arts of putting paint on one's face.

A bought us all presents, which was adorable of him since we don't actually celebrate Christmas. Admittedly they were all presents that he'd like to get - films and music, but it's the thought that counts. My present to myself was a netbook, with stellar timing since my laptop gave up the ghost on the first day back. I'm still getting used to the tiny thing, it is SHINY and TINY and other -iny words.

That's about it for the RL catch up, have a whole fuckton of saved up snippets. I'm blaming tumblr for the brevity, it's paring down my attention span. Any more of this and I'll end up on Twitter. THE STUPIDEST SOCIAL PLATFORM EVER TO STUPID.

All the things )
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I had been writing while on the metro in to work. Epic teen wolf boyangst, almost missed my stop a few times. But my bicing card has come through now, and unfortunately writing and cycling don't go well together. (Unless you mean writing + cycling = DEAD.)

So. I might still take the metro for the longer journeys, which means two days out of four will be 'teen wolf writing' journeys and the other two... 'try not to get run over while cycling' journeys.


I'm not sure whether I should finish the AU at the end of ep 1 or continue. If I let it, I can see it's going to take over my every waking moment and I'd like to have enough drive to write other things in the fandom. I've been trawling [ profile] comment_fic for prompts which is always fun.

kink, POC, and gender thoughts (still about TW) )
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... that took absolutely forever to perfect. MY GOD.

Anyway, have an absurdly long save up of posts from the past few days...

I don't drink coffee at home. )


My flatmate is obsessive about turning lights off, )






Spanish language tv part one: )

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