So exactly how nuts would I have to be to drive several hours and cross an international border for a movie screening that will include a lot of punk music?

I'm, how do you say, square, unhip, and completely lost with that sort of scene, and don't know any of the fans who would be in attendance. Of course, there's only one way to meet people out in meatspace, but I find the concept hair-raising. "What if they all hate me?" is a valid concern, even if "What if we have nothing to talk about?" is not.

Do it? Stay home?

I am not going to make a vid of that due South episode with the drag, "Some Like It Red," vs. "My Girlfriend Who Lives In Canada."

I can see it far too clearly, and it is disturbingly literal. Sometimes I have to remind myself why I have a tag for this sort of thing.

Just in case everyone on my flist hasn't heard this six times over, Laura Hale and her Fan "History" wiki should be avoided for the sake of privacy, decency, and fannish community. The link explains why.

Title: A foolish wit (3900 words)
Fandom: Slings & Arrows (spoilers for s3)
Summary: Sloan doesn't know a lot about the theatre, but he sure as hell knows more about real life than the dead guy who's been talking to him lately.
Rating: Sloan enjoys using the F-word.
Notes: goluxexmachina suggested this collaboration. She and carla_scribbles cheered me on while I wrote. mmebahorel beta read it. All remaining errors and misapprehensions are mine.
Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine and I make no profit from this story.

( Don't bother changing your locks -- I'm dead. )

Dear readers who like Slings & Arrows,

Would any of you have the time, energy, and inclination to read over a ludicrous story about Sloan in the near future? I'd like to be able to post it, but I don't trust myself without some form of editing.

With trepidation and too many uses of "fuckin',"
Petra

Title: Sore labour's bath
Fandom: Slings & Arrows (mid-season 2)
Summary: Anna is getting better at subtle hints.
Rating: All ages
Notes: For sisterofdream, who types faster than me and is fond of Anna.

( Anna believes proper preparation prevents poor performance )

Bruce loves Harvey. I know this, you may know this, and fanboys know this. If you're just joining me on the SS Duality is a Way of Life, here are some stories regarding this pair of truly star-crossed lovers which I enjoy a great deal.

Please take it as read that these are tragic in some measure unless otherwise noted.

brown_betty's:
The Man from Gotham -- Written from Matches Malone's point of view, which is to say Bruce Wayne in a horrible blazer and an odd frame of mind. This is my favorite for all sorts of reasons, not least being its noir tinge.

rubynye's:
Until the Day Break -- Yearning is par for the course around these parts. So is the impossibility of Happily Ever After.

thete1's:
And all the King's horses -- Plotty, long, animated/comics mix.

The wise forget -- Short and sweet as a cyanide milkshake.

Gibraltar may tumble -- Short and laden with yearning.

Mine:
No, I'm not going to recommend myself, as that would be gauche, but I've got five stories regarding this pairing, some brief, some less so.

In sum, there's plenty of room out there for more excellent stories. Go forth and write.

I'm out of town for a while. Don't wreck the internet while I'm gone.

The Bush administration wants to define abortion to include birth control pills, and to deny funding to any health providing services that force their employees to dispense contraception.

Under this faulty definition of abortion and pregnancy, any woman who has a fertilized egg anywhere in her system is "pregnant." This is not a testable phenomenon.

This all reminds me of the insurance definition, which may or may not have gone away in some cases, of all women of childbearing age as pre-pregnant. If the new definition of abortion and pregnancy becomes accepted, all pre-pregnant women would have to be treated as presently pregnant, because there would be no way at all for them to prove that they weren't.

My male SO says he would like maternity leave, please; they can't prove he's not pregnant by that "definition," any more than they can prove I'm not.

Title: Pawn their experience (Reference) (12,000 words)
Fandom: Slings & Arrows (begins 15 years before the show, no spoilers)
Summary: Due to a childhood spent in eight different cities and a career in which being on tour equated naturally with getting paid, Geoffrey's proprietary interest in his living space was approximately equal to the average fruit fly's sense of maternal pride.
Rating: Adult
Pairing: Predominantly Geoffrey/Oliver, Geoffrey/OFC, Geoffrey/Ellen
Notes: Thanks to carla_scribbles, buggery, and Adri for hand-holding, and to likethesun2, sageness, and jamjar for beta-reading.

Pawn their experience

When my uterus refuses to lie quiescent, I often feel as though enough warmth, delivered via baths, hot water bottles, or other people's radiant heat, will make the pain go away. This is not in fact true.

The opiate I was given for the headache I had last week, on the other hand, makes me feel as though someone soft and warm is hugging me from behind with the magical power of making the goddamn pain stop. I can absolutely see how one could get used to this kind of thing, and why one shouldn't. It's a good thing aspirin, ibuprofen, et al. don't feel like cuddling. The sensation is disorienting when I pay attention to it and reassuring when I don't.

I'm not going to go out on the streets looking to score some illicit oxy, but I have more sympathy for people who do now. I still have 8 doses of 10 of the stuff, and I'm damned well going to save it for days when I am in horrible pain and do not have to drive or think. Today is an excellent example of such a day.

Title: All thee Dysk's a Stage
Fandom: Slings & Arrows / Discworld (Wyrd Sisters; any Unseen University novel)
Summary: The Librarian is part of Darren Nichols' Art.
Rating: All ages
Note: I started it by mentioning the other Canadiana/Discworld story I'm writing (currently in progress) to Jamjar. She got me off on a tangent by mentioning Geoffrey et al. at the Dysk. Instead of writing Geoffrey and Tomjon's passionate relationship, I wrote this.

( Art thou man or art thou monkey? )

I cite, as my reference: "Steal This Book and over 130,000 other books are available for Amazon Kindle – Amazon’s new wireless reading device."

If you want to read Steal This Book, it is available for free here, and probably not in your local library.

If you prefer your countercultural information more up to date, try Steal This Wiki.

It would have been really nice to live in a country where the executive branch of the federal government didn't have the right to say, "Hey, can I tap phone lines? Sure I can! Let's go!"

The constitutional scholar speaking here makes me wish for a very stiff drink indeed.

*throws peaches*

Title: Un-, sub-, or supernatural forces
Fandom: Slings & Arrows (no spoilers)
Summary: Heads.
Rating: All ages
Note: likethesun2 said, "One of my favorite things about this fandom is it gives you such free rein for theatrical self-indulgence. Have an obsession with a play? Cast Geoffrey Tennant as one of the characters!" She was not wrong.

( I suppose you'll want to play Hamlet )

I am of the opinion that someone, somewhere, ought to write Geoffrey Tennant's run in A Streetcar Named Desire for a multitude of reasons, most of which involve shirtlessness and painfully recursive injokes.

Carla thinks it's potentially beyond him, but I have faith.

My excuse is that I'm on Oxycodone. I shan't claim that I was on it when the mental image first occurred to me.

Fandom: Slings & Arrows
Length: 6700 words and growing
Number of notes reading [insert sex here, maybe]: 2
Content: Yearning and flirting; a pairing I am somewhat abashed to be writing
References to the Bard of Avon: Lots but probably not enough
Needs: More Internal Narrative [probably], a firm directorial hand, more time-references, less wibbling
Has: Me (i.e. wibbling)

The writing process is probably not enabled by the insistence of my muse that Abbey Road is a good soundtrack. No, it's really not, muse; must we?

( One of the parts I'm fond of: mostly harmless )

July 7th has traditionally been Batman/Robin I Filth day in this journal; kindly take that as a warning for all the links that follow. The first anniversary was accidental; the second was not.

On this day in 2007, I posted Never saw them at all, the story wherein Dick learns what a bisexual is and Roy is of the carefully considered opinion that "You can't date Batman!" That's the Silver Age story, for those playing the home game.

On this day in 2006, I posted a summary of how much I'd written at that point in the summer. I followed that up quickly with Cortado a su medida, the story wherein Bruce is much more upsetting than he has any right to be and Dick doesn't mind, and its other half, Escrito 'sta en su alma, wherein our heroes go to Franco-oppressed Spain and save the Alhambra from Ra's al Ghul and his dastardly daughter. Those would be the Golden Age stories, for anyone keeping track. I also took votes on what I should write next.

On this day in 2005, I posted The secret of durable pigments, wherein all sorts of villains get vanquished, but Bruce's conscience is never entirely absolved. That one has no particular era attached.

I didn't post on this day in either 2004 or 2003, and before that I had no livejournal.

I would love to be able to post something long, filthy, and disturbing today, but I have been out of town and ill for the last week. Moreover, I've been drifting fannishly, so the story I need to read has shifted significantly.

If you're feeling the itch, however, I have already written a goodly pile of stories for the pairing. Have at them, and if they amuse you, do let me know.

My subconscious played a filthy trick on me last night that means that it, for one, has not entirely got the memo on how I feel about male fictional characters.(1) I have heard the dichotomy referred to as a decision between Be Him or Fuck Him, and neither of those things appeals to me in the case of most of the characters I enjoy. I am a firm supporter of Watch Him.

This causes me some confusion when I am asked questions such as "Would you rather date Bruce Wayne or Clark Kent?" Neither, for heaven's sake; they're both insane and out of my league. The question makes me oddly uncomfortable, far more than "Would you rather date X or Y?" where X and Y are people whom I have met whom I would never consider romantically. I like my fictional characters firmly unreal, in a place entirely divorced from everything that resembles my existence. The stranger the characters are, the more this should be true, in my view, and the strangeness doesn't need to involve, e.g. self-propelled flight.

As for which of my theoretical cases I would rather be, I cite "They're both insane" as my justification for a resounding "Neither," at least in the sense of the question that intersects identity and reality. Roleplaying is quite different, and extremely context-dependent. Roleplaying also has the immediate possibility of calling time-out when needed, and is therefore less open-ended than the hypothetical posed here.

On the other hand, would I like to read a story about either of them going on a date? Possibly. Have I written stories about them dating? Not each other, per se, but yes. I would also gladly buy a ticket to the World's Finest Date Movie, should it ever be produced in live action.

Perhaps this means I compartmentalize more strongly than some of my fannish compatriots; perhaps it merely means I'm painfully addicted to the fourth wall. Whatever it is, I doubt I'm alone, but I welcome your thoughts, dear reader.



Footnote: In the future, if I must have dreams in which I can only remember one line of Hamlet's dialogue, I can manage those just fine in my own persona. That my dreaming mind decided that I ought to be Geoffrey Tennant for the occasion should have meant I knew several more acts of the play than I did. Would that I were a lucid dreamer.