ink_splotch: (fall at your feet [lit!pairing])
I'm having a pretty good time right now. I feel very content and at peace with myself. Even the fact that I have a doctor's appointment to talk about my ultra-sound/scan this week isn't bugging me too much.

And because I am a sharing person (and a caring person!), I have decided to compile a list of things that make me happy, so that you might share in them.


I've been listening to The Seeger Sessions: Live in Dublin all week, and getting a lot of glee out of it (folk music, who knew?). But particularly this song because it's one of my favourites anyway and I wouldn't have thought it could be improved upon. But it could and it is and just listen to the song. How gorgeous is that?

1a. Also, have a download of Frankie, the best Bruce Springsteen song ever (maybe).

2. You know when you want something to read, and you're kind of in the mood for something soppy and romantic and not straight? But you don't trust the Amazon recommendations, because quite frankly, they lie? Well, now there's this awesome post by [ profile] cesperanza, which should contain enough recs to keep me happy for years to come.

2a. Also keeping me happy? The Best Short Stories of Lesléa Newman, most of which are lovely and quite of few of which are happy and involve sex. Yay, romantic lesbians!

2b. (When I'm not reading lesbian stories and academic things, I've been reading the Anne of Green Gables series. I can't help it! It makes me so happy!)

3. So, I've recently been up north, visiting Friend R, and I may be slightly enamored. And for enamored, read madly in love with Newcastle and Newcastle University. It all looks so awesome! And exciting! And they have a sort of "fast-track" degree where you can sign up for a PhD immediately, which seems oddly tempting. Particularly for children's literature at Newcastle, which looks amazing. I'm also tempted by the 'Literature, Memory and Culture' option, which looks oddly like something relevant and useful related to English.

3a. Seriously, Newcastle has a moor, a river, seven bridges and coffee rooms. I WANT TO LIVE THERE, you have no idea.

4. Today, it has been sunny, church was nice, lunch at the minister's afterwards was nicer, and going home and snuggling up to nap with Gemma was nicest. I feel so incredibly lucky sometimes.

5. Also, you guys gave very helpful advice with regards to my laptop issues. Thank you! ♥
ink_splotch: (ghost girl in the mirror [seeing me])

I'm back! *cancans* China was hot, stuffy and awesome - I was particularly fond of Shanghai, though it's way too big (22 million people is not a city, it's a frickin' country.); compared to Beijing it's incredibly open and fun to wander around. Beijing is kind of sterile and far, far too touristy for my taste and also has really creepy government buildings (I mean that the buildings are creepy. The government dealings which go on inside the buildings might be creepy. And speaking of creepy: 1984 is now one of my favourite books and The Assualt on Reason is brilliant. Al Gore = such a geek). Shanghai also has a a street which is called The City of Book: a gorgeous, lovely street which includes a seven-storey Foreign Language Bookstore where I bought 9 books for just under 200 kr. YAY!

But the real place of awesome was Yangzhou, a scenic little backpacking town buried among mountains - we took a river boat to get there from Guilin, which is the biggest city near by. So fabulous, with lots of really cheap bars where I could sit and have a drink and read or write and just *relax* - something that was distinctly lacking in Beijing and Shanghai.

Anyway, for those interested, I have photos up here.

(is it obvious I'd run out of photos by the time we hit Shanghai?)

Meanwhile, I am now back! And have spent most of today raiding the internet for Band of Brothers fic (I went two weeks without, I think I'm entitled to a day of getting back in touch with my inner slasher) and feeling a little bit ill - post-trip exhaustion is a joy for all. But the Band of Brothers fic is helping. A lot. I may even crack out a rec post, though it probably won't be necessary since - praise the slash-gods - for once my timing is *perfect* and August on the [ profile] crack_van sees BOB as a small fandom. Again. YAY, 12 more recs with any luck.

man, August is going to be good. First Sofie in two days (SOFIE!) and then Gemma in 11 days (I HAVEN'T SEEN HER FOR OVER A MONTH. HELP. Seriously. Why does it keep getting worse?) and then, on the 31st, I move into my house. Seriously, guys. I'm pretty damn gleeful about August.

It's good to be back!
ink_splotch: (her whole world illuminated [martha])
So, apparently, fandom is once again debating is fanfiction inherently evil and bad? with added if it's literature, does it transcend genre? wank! Always fun, but instead of joining in, I instead present [ profile] liviapenn's post, which, in addition to being coherent, also has several fanfictional novels listed, including Briar Rose, which looks amazing (and slightly like it might make me cry, because we all know how I am with books that combine the power of stories with the Holocaust (STILL NOT OVER THE BOOK THIEF *sobs*)). So go, look, and if you want more, [ profile] metafandom is teeming with it these days - and now has a handy tags system.

I. Er. Have to go re-read a poem. And then bed.

ETA: Never, ever trust me when I say things like that. Instead, enjoy A Beautiful Lifetime Event - or kidfic done achingly right. John and Rodney have an accident with a piece of Ancient technology, and then they have a kid. Which all the ups-and-downs that come with it.

And now, seriously. Bed.
ink_splotch: (giggling like a girl [eric idle])
What have I been doing today(1)? Why, I am so glad you asked! I have been reading [ profile] yuletide fic, hanging out on YouTube and listening to my lovely Christmas present music. And here I show you the fruits of all this: A Post in Three Acts.

Act I: Monty Python )

Act II: Yuletide )

Brief intermission: The Tudors Trailer -- I'm a bit...I don't know. I can't decide if I think this is going to be good, or not.

Act III: Music )

Thank you for tonight - we hope you've enjoyed the show!

(And now - to bed! To bed!)

(1) well. Today and the past few days. There are limits to the hours of the day)
ink_splotch: (you're an odd girl [Jane Eyre])
It would seem that I've been corrupted - or rather, it would seem that I have finally banished my obstinate 15-year-old self. I confess: I adore Jane Eyre and am hard pressed to put it down again. I started it last night after finishing Turn of the Screw - with which I was rather unimpressed, I'm saddened to admit; it worked on some levels as a ghost story, but felt rather...incomplete, perhaps? Though demon children are never amiss in a novel, to be sure - and, returning to the subject of Jane Eyre, I've been unable to stop thinking about it. How could I hate it? I recall thinking Jane sanctimonious and dull; why didn't I see that, far from that, she's complex and interesting and basically strong and good in an odd, but deep way. Jane is a deeply sympathetic character to me now; and the romance! How well buildt up it is! It seems obvious - Rochester always just on the brink of admitting his feelings, but holding back. I can't believe I thought the book dispassionate before - was I unable to read English? What kind of idiot was I when I was 15 (one wonders, one truly does, how I managed to ensnare Freya at the time).

This is not to say that the book is without fault. It's not; some of the passages are distinctly clumsy; and one cannot help but think about poor Bertha, but still. So romantic! So well-written (I swear, the langauge has me as ensnared as Jane herself)! I can't help feeling though, that I shouldn't find it as romantic as I do - it feels a bit too much like giving in - but I can't help it. It catches you and keeps you there, for the very first meeting on the moor, right up to when they confess their feelings. And yes, it's dramatic and perhaps overdone, but it just *waves hand incoherently* all the right spots. All the right spots.

(By the by, I am typing this while Jane and Rochester are still happy in their ignorance of Mason's return to England - I'm almost loathe to pick up and start reading again - I want Jane to be happy! But I know I must, because the ending - oh, the ending! also, the matter of having a seminar on the subject on Thursday. But mostly because of the ending)


Forgive the inelegant segue, but I wanted to post these while the internet is inclined to cooperate, so here we go.

It is sad to note that I can go into sex shops with narry a blush; I can request NC-17 movies without averting my eyes; I can discuss fic and kinks with Sofie in public without much embaressment and yet, when I have to venture into an HMV to buy a Michael Ball CD, I'm half tempted to pay someone to do it for me. But he's cheesy. And he was in Eurovision, dammit. And I shouldn't even like him as Marius, because he's oddly pompous, but he's also sweet and dorky and he blushes when Grantaire flirts with him and I own my shame, okay?

It helps that his version of Tell Me on a Sunday makes me wonderfully pensive and his version of Show Me never ceases to be hilarious (this is possibly mostly because I imagine him doing all of Audrey Hepburn's movements at the same time, and that's just funny). But I also kind of like those two (and Losing My Mind, which is totally the reason I bought the CD in the first place) because they're female songs. Or, rather, they're meant to be sung by women in their respective musicals and somehow them being sung by a man seems - well, not subversive, but pleasing, on some level. Hah! Not only women pine for calm and peaceful break-ups. Or something; I don't know exactly why, but it just pleases me. And now I shall stop babbling and present you with:

Music! )

And now I'll return to Jane. Or possibly bed.

1 I know it's not fact, but the thought makes me happy! Leave me alone!
ink_splotch: (open your eyes to the world [innocent])
Hee! I love this; though it still amazes me that despite this, there is still a marked lack of Robbie Williams slash out there - I've only been able to find this, but at least it's so damn lovely.

Also, my room is finally what passes for clean (read: the floor is cleared and most of my tables are visible), and I have completed half of my biology notes. Only ecology missing now!
ink_splotch: (outside world intrude not [domestic])
Clams! - Or an quick analysis of several relationships in slash fandoms. Hee!

So there's this thing. That I have noticed that I really really like. And I gave it kind of a name. First, we have the character-type of "the clam." Character with a lot of passion and sensitivity who keeps (or at least primarily *tries* to keep) it all bottled up and suppressed, for the greater good, for self-protection, for whatever.

ink_splotch: (calm before the storm [moment])
Meta on RPS in comparison to historical slash - remind me to meta on the subject at some point. Because if there's something I have opinions about, it's historical rps. And doesn't that sounds exciting.

Untitled - This Mac/Veronica fic is possibly the hottest, sweetest thing I've read in a long, long while. Why can't more femslash be like that?

This is the most wonderful bit of fangirling in a long while - and I miss my West Wing like you wouldn't believe.
ink_splotch: (we try anyway [dreaming])
You only wish you were as cute as this. No, seriously.

Also, my family is really, really strange.
ink_splotch: (midnights and sunsets [measure a year])
Gah. Seriously. Adam, what are you doing to Anthony? And could you possibly do it some more stop? It's very distracting.
ink_splotch: (breathe in big city [highway])
So tomorrow's my driving theory test, and I'm using different tactics to a. relax and b. procrastinate from taking on more sodding test. This means that among other things, my brother once again claims to have been traumatized by me - just because I turned up La Vie Boheme to full volume and he managed to overhear some of the...more suggestive lyrics.

It didn't help that I tried to explain what sodomy meant in context. My brother is such a prude.

But yes, dancing around my room (ahaha, the dance from La Vie Boheme, by which of course I mean Mark's dance from La Vie Boheme, is a. not as easy as it looks and b. hilarious) to music with varying degrees of ridiculousness (both dancing & music) - at some point, I'll have to send Gasolin' and Shu-bi-dua music to Freya and Christina. Or possibly upload some of it to sendspace.

It also means findng things like Jon Stewart's SNL monologue (I think they're just afraid of having guys with M16s asking, who'd you call a faggot? ♥), Anthony Rapp singing the Just Some Guy, which I can decide whether I love for being wonderful or just love for being so wonderfully saccahrine and Martha Wainwright singing Bloody Motherfucking Asshole.

If you're thinking that I wasted most of my day cruising youtube between tests, you wouldn't be wrong. At least, not completely. I also spent time reading The Realm of Possibility and crying over that, only to come online and finding this, which only made me cry more, because, as I learned from M*A*S*H, death fic is not good for me, particularly death fic that centers around disease. God. Read it, even if you aren't in the Rent fandom - it's all kinds of understated goodness; it centers on Mark and Roger through Roger's last months and it's just so *honest* and brutal. And it did put me in a lovely melancholy mood (which made me want rain - it hasn't rained in what seems like months. I miss it).

I really should get back to "studying", but before I do, one last link: V for Vendetta - who wants to come see it with me?

ETA: On more thing - my 17 year old cousin has finally, finally, finally dumped her boyfriend/broken their engagement! He was nice, but not good enough for her by a long shot - then again, I may not ever meet a guy good enough for her. But still, this is *good* news.
ink_splotch: (open your eyes to the world [wonder])
Yay for BAFTAS! And even more hurrah for Stephen Fry! What has he done with hia hair? But still, *pokes* very cute. And these metaphors are wonderfully silly. I adore him so much. And oh! So many pretty, awesome people. And Jake speaking about Heath and Michelle! D'aww, I fucking love awards season.

And have I mentioned that Capote looks fucking awesome? And that I really love Good Night, and Good Luck?

Stephen mentioned Denmark! Huzzah for shout-outs!

Anyway, I didn't tell, so to speak, but I've been in England this past week, so if something crucial has happened, comments are welcome. The week was very good, particularly, of course, seeing Freya again. And I have a song for you, since I've been listening to the Billy Elliot OCR, and in particular this song: Expressing Yourself (this and Letter and Reprise, but they make me cry like a little girl, while this just lift me up and makes me giggle)

So, I'm back, and I hope you all had just as nice weeks as I had. Am now going to fuck off and watch the BAFTAS in earnest. GLEE!
ink_splotch: (what kind of idiot are you? [sarcasm])
Quick update before I wander off to do a fourty minute poetry analysis (fourty minutes! what are you, UCL, high?). At least the book reviews are done - I have once again managed to write something personal, without ever using the word 'I'. Because I was brainwashed in the US to never, ever use 'I' in school work, and as a consequence, I don't. Ever. Even when writing Danish essays which are supposed to be personal, I cannot use the word I (or, rather jeg/mig. Because I don't write Danish essays in English. Obviously). The personal pronoun in school work gives me connipition fits. I wonder if that makes it a phobia?

Anyway, one of the most awesome articles about Hollywood and the Oscars ever:

-- I'm sorry, I just want to chime in here. Are you trying to play that McCarthy was just a well-meaning Senator who's just now being maligned by revisionist liberals, and that his vicious drunken smear tactics, abuse of his office and treason-mongering are only being made subject of the film because he's Republican? Seriously, you want to live in that camp? ... oooookay. Just checking.

A response to everyone and their mother accusing the Academy favouring "indie" movies, with liberal agendas. The whole thing is hilarious, but that paragraph had me laughing my ass off.

And now I scuttle back to my English work. I still say you can't do an acceptable poetry analysis in fourty minutes, though.
ink_splotch: (would pass the broccoli test [otp])
The broccoli test or how Chris' picks her OTPs.

In other news, because I can't stick to a single pairing/fandom at a time - has any one else noticed that Munch and Cassidy on SVU1 have a really cute and snarky relationship with kind of slashy undertones? Just me then? Damn.

I may have to write my own fic. And that would be bad.

(Fourteen pages in; fourteen pages. Almost done.)

In other news: Sofie is still best beta ever. ♥

1 Have I mentioned that I've discovered that the Hallmark channel shows SVU? And that I now have a crush on Olivia Benson?

ETA: I would also like to point out that Dogma could kick The DaVinci's Code's ass, any day of the week.
ink_splotch: (kiss like you want inside me [kiss])
I think I read a fic like this.

Still, it's a damn cute sketch. And YouTube is my favourite new waste of time.
ink_splotch: (because Wrath makes me cry [geeky])
This is one of the most awesome [ profile] metaquotes ever. I wanna run away, dress up as a boy and join the French Foreign Legion. Anyone want to join me?

In case you were wondering about Bono: my father came out of the lecture, decided to donate money to Make Poverty History and then spent the reception we were at afterwards trying to convince his colleagues to do the same. *That* impressed me. (As did Bono himself; he's funny, charming and knows a lot about what he's talking about and is not afraid to admit to what he doesn't know. ♥)

Meanwhile, I'm trying to relax with some Star Trek which, as always is love. It never ceases to amaze me that something *that* cheesy can make me so gleeful, but it does. I think it's partly my adoration of Spock, partly my love of scifi in general and just the overwhelming love that is tos. Not to mention the gay. The gay is good. Albeit more in the GLEE way, than the must-see-naked-now-omg way. They're so damn cute.

Particularly The Squire of Gothos. How can you not love that episode? It's so over the top and ridiculous. Ah! Cheers me right up. Which I need. *grins*
ink_splotch: (unrequited yet I love [angsty])
The first and second episode of Brideshead are so incredibly happymaking. Happy, British boys in love. If I ever write anything remotely like a credible romance, it'd be something like that - not nessecarily heavy on kissing and that ilk, but with more weight on looks, touches. It's amazing how obviously in love they are, even without anything classically considered romantic. You know. Apart from the two cut away from sex scenes (which could possibly be in my imagination. But still). I have no words to properly describe, just know it makes me happy to watch.

I really have nothing else to say, so instead you get links:

[ profile] gayatheistspy - you know you want to. He likes boys! He talks shit about Moses! He FIGHTS CRIME! Christopher Marlowe!

This Rabbit Hole entry makes me all happy and giggly. It's very cute and has multiple Discworld and other booky references.

Give and Hazard - Merchant of Venice fic, and oh! such Merchant fic. It's a beautiful, but not sappy take on Antonio/Bassanio.

Bells and Pomegranates - Charles/Sebastian fic, very true to the tone of the book and simply so rich in language and imagery. Very short basically pwp fic.

I've been cleaning out and up my pictures folder and inspired by [ profile] m_l_h, I'm giving out a fic (your choice of pairing or character) to the one(s) who come comes closest to guessing how many pictures now are in my folder.

Anyway. I am off to book tickets to Merchant. I shall book for you as well, Tess, and then I'll cancel it if you can't or don't want too.

ETA: New moodtheme by [ profile] spiffydaze
ink_splotch: (Default)
Out of curiousity, even though it's a movie about the crusades and all that, how many people do you think are going to see 'Kingdom of Heaven'?

Even if it is an Orlando Bloom movie, I will definitely go see it; literally tens of my favorite actors and actresses are in it - there's even a Danish actor in here [Tess corrected this; there are in fact two]. Impressive.

Here be babble and geeking out (and lots of links)  )

This song? Rocks. I'd forgotten...well, not forgotten, but I haven't listened to Billy Joel in a while and it's nice to hear he still moves me and makes me think. *cuddles Billy*
ink_splotch: (Trio by 1con1con)
I hate titles. With a passion.

I also dislike the Pope very strongly because I like to believe I'm worth something as a person, not just a babymaking machine.

Thankfully [ profile] trollprincess is unbelievably amusing as she wanks about romance.

And in case you haven't noticed, whee! Freya ([ profile] madfrog) is coming home tomorrow, which is worth a celebration or five. SQUEE! )

I think we're going to have a thunderstorm later. This makes me happy.

By the way, let me pimp [ profile] selfquotes as the online masturbastion alternate to [ profile] metaquotes. Or something. And [ profile] hpfemslashicons 'cause I can.

Also, [ profile] lattara deserves cookies, kisses and small kittens for generally being the sweetest person.

And, for the as of yet uninformed, porn is the new, healthier and cheaper alternative to painkillers. Truly, the squeeing does distract from the pain. And yes, I just really wanted to pimp the story because I *love* first time fics, and this is an excellent first time fic.


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