bardic_lady: (lee - piece of work)
I wrote a thing! Sort of unintentionally. Whee! Songfic, nominally or otherwise, seems to be my thing.

Title: Drunken Sailors
Author: [ profile] dramaturgca
Rating: Okay, the boys are naked, but it's so very very mild that honestly, I can't make it more than PG.
Warnings: None atall.

Get thee to an AO3
bardic_lady: (willow research)
Help me out guys, I can't decide between these two paper ideas and I really need to start writing...

[Poll #1643082]

(Bonus if you can name all five shows represented in the second question)
bardic_lady: (beartender - listening)
To update, since it's been awhile, I am back in Victoria for two months of no particular time committments. To take the place of my usual busyness, I have lists of other things to do. We'll see what I actually accomplish.

Cut for length )

Another post to come, tomorrow perhaps, about the LMDA conference in Banff.
bardic_lady: (starbuck - hate you. a lot.)
Women warriors, round two.

So, here's the thing. I kind of have a list at this point of genre women warriors (so, I'm not including Olivia Benson or Ziva David, for example):
Xena (Xena: Warrior Princess)
Buffy (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)
Aeryn Sun (Farscape)
Sarah Connor (Terminator, The Sarah Connor Chronicles)
Max Guevara (Dark Angel)
Ellen Ripley (Alien films)
Sara Pezzini (Witchblade)
Kara Thrace (Battlestar Galactica)

Of the eight women on this list, six committed suicide. At least five were raped, or nearly raped (I don't know enough about Farscape or Dark Angel to say). I am so vastly Not Okay with this. Now I have a paper topic. But it's not going to make for happy writing.

::edit:: 4am thoughts.
Xena suicided, not raped. She had two children during the series, one alive at the end.
Buffy suicided, also nearly raped. No children.
Aeryn attempted suicide, I don't know about rape. No children during the series, one in a post-series mini.
Sarah, as far as I know, is the exciting exception, neither a rape nor a suicide. She is however, a mother. In the series in particular, her main role is as mother.
Max suicided, I can't say anything about rape. No children.
Ellen suicided, in order to destroy her child, the product of unwilling implantation.
Sara Pezzini did not die! She was however, raped while in a coma and bore the child of her rape.
Kara Thrace suicided. There's the strong implication (nigh on to certainty) that she was raped, certainly brainwashed. She never had a child and was strongly opposed to the concept of being a mother.

Is there a connection? Don't know...
bardic_lady: (lee - piece of work)
[Poll #1471849]
bardic_lady: (text fucking)
I don't know who they are or where they came from, but apparently an evening spent researching hentai and reading Sam's excellent fic leads to this.

A snippet from somewhere )
bardic_lady: (lee - piece of work)
So, last night, I accidentally wrote a snippet of Hornblower fic. This is literally a 'did you trip or something?' bit. I was minding my own business and suddenly Horatio and Archie were conversing in my head. So, here you are.

Title: The Return of Lieutenant Hornblower
Author: Vavia
Rating: PG, unless you go PG-13 for mentions of naughty
Set during "The Frogs and the Lobsters"
Author's Note: Jessamyn, Jessalyn, Jessalove, a wee gift since you feel crappy.

The Return of Lieutenant Hornblower )
bardic_lady: (gorey)
The word ossuary, the dictionary informs me, comes from both the Latin osseus, meaning bony, and the Greek osteon, meaning bone. An ossuary itself is any container used for the burial or disposal of human bones, as in an urn or coffin. One can therefore infer that anything which goes under then name Ossuary is likely to lean in the direction of the funereal, macabre, and somber, which perhaps doesn't draw one in as one might like, if one, like me, shies away from reading in the macabre direction, because depression doesn't really need an extra boost. It's always a delight to be pleasantly surprised. Ossuary, the newest book of poetry by poet JoSelle Vanderhooft, is a banquet of textures and word-induced images, driven forward through an intimate and sophisticated crafting of the English language. This isn't to say that it's a book of breezy sunshiney poems in the ilk of Dr. Seuss, far from it, but there is gold to be found in a little exploration of the emotion and imagery of bones.
Onward, gentle readers )
bardic_lady: (dreams)
Thoughts, ramblings, and other things:

Have been plagued of late by the ethical implications of watching and by extension supporting Bionic Woman. If you're interested in my concerns and I haven't already waffled all over you, drop a comment and I'll explain further. It has to do with homophobia and actors I like.

Dreams last night were of truly spectacular scariness. End of the world, twice, my brother and two of his friends leaving our house to look after a sick dog and ending up murdered in the back of an SUV, Kara Thrace committing suicide and having her body mailed to Lee Adama. Woke up, it should not be surprising, in a cold sweat. Seriously, will someone calm my subconscious the hell down?

I will be in Seal Beach Friday night to Sunday morning making a pittance to co-kidsit a trio of children during my local Quaker church's retreat. Anyone with suggestion for things that might appeal to a) a baby, b) a very bright kindergarden age girl, c) a seven year old autistic boy, or d) any combination of the above, let me know.

I still fail at life.

ABBA Fantasista is still bouncing around in my head, I'm working on things and hope to start really writing in the next few weeks.

I'm driving again for the first time in three+ years. I think I'm more comfortable this time around, though I desperately wish I was driving my father's car (2002ish Prius) and not mine (1989ish Camry).

Slowly, my room is starting to be a living space again, which is good, I suppose.

I almost wish I played video games like Halo, the Halo 3 voice cast is so awesome. Nathan Fillion, Adam Baldwin, Alan Tudyk, and Katee the Magnificent? Way too cool.

I picked up the season premiere of Bones. They're dealing with the Illuminati. I may watch for awhile...

My grandma is 85. She wants me to house/catsit in a few week so she can go traveling again. How cool is that?
bardic_lady: (writing)
Woke up, got up, tried to shake extremely vivid dreams...A giant science museum with one floor dedicated to diseases, one to mold, and one to music. [ profile] lornelover, [ profile] amaresu, and I were there, for no apparent reason. We met one of my friends from middle school who I haven't heard from since the SATs, and then we escaped over a wall...And then there was another museum, this one music and art and I was there on a field trip with my elementary school, but they thought I was an intern and they let me use the sound equipment while everyone else was working on giant found object art pieces that involved giant push pins and things kept falling down. Then there was a juried painting show and somehow I won, even though the other two competitive pieces were much more interesting. I just did a portrait of one of the visual artists at my high school, the other girl had a piece where the stars were nipples and the guy's piece was based on the Hercules myth and was at the moment when the snakes are attacking the baby Hercules but someone in the distance was sending a bolt of magic to stop them and I kept ending up inside the painting. The judges went into a corner to confer but there was a microphone in the corner, so everyone in the gallery could hear them consulting...And people wonder why I never look like I've slept enough.

Spent the rest of the day to this point riding herd on my brother to get him to do his math homework. Gah. He's so mouthy and he refuses to work and I have no actual jurisdiction over him and he knows it, so he goofs off. Grrr...

Now I'm curled up on the couch with my tea and the beginnings of an outline for an hour-long dramedy about a Quaker family living in the Appalachians, inspired by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra's "Appalachian Snowfall".
bardic_lady: (writing)
A brief piece, dedicated to the memory of Grandma Ann and Grandpa Chuck. The title is taken from Grandfather Twilight by Barbara Berger.

The Silence Above the Sea )

January 2015



I Cannot Hide What I Am

I must be sad when I have cause and smile
at no man's jests, eat when I have stomach and wait
for no man's leisure, sleep when I am drowsy and
tend on no man's business, laugh when I am merry and
claw no man in his humour...
I had rather be a canker in a hedge than a rose in
his grace, and it better fits my blood to be
disdained of all than to fashion a carriage to rob
love from any: in this, though I cannot be said to
be a flattering honest man, it must not be denied
but I am a plain-dealing villain. I am trusted with
a muzzle and enfranchised with a clog; therefore I
have decreed not to sing in my cage. If I had my
mouth, I would bite; if I had my liberty, I would do
my liking: in the meantime let me be that I am and
seek not to alter me.

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