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May. 23rd, 2015 11:15 pm
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Lalala, I am editing my Betapalooza fic!

I've added 600 words already, and I still have two narrative gaps to smooth over plus two final scenes to elaborate, so I expect the revised draft as a whole will be a good thousand words longer than the rough version I posted on AO3 to meet the deadline. Some of this is just giving more narrative weight to one of the beta kids, so the quartet doesn't come off unbalanced, but other parts are an attempt to inject greater emotional reality and also narratively foreshadow some stuff.

I don't think I am writing deathless prose here, nor is it my best work, but it's structurally interesting and hopefully charming in overall effect. (Also, I feel I am being incredibly non-anonymous, but perhaps it only seems that way to me since I know exactly how up my alley this particular prompt was.)
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Summary: It's not about vengeance, Matt tells himself. His anger isn't the point. The point is justice. (775 words)

Note: This ficlet was inspired by the 3/1/15 15_minute_ficlets word #222. The title is from the KJV translation of Romans 12:19, because I like the misleading ambiguity of its phrasing.

Give Place Unto Wrath )

So yeah, that happened. Um. *shifts awkwardly* Anyway, I've fallen head over heels into Daredevil on the reading front, but I dunno yet if it'll be a brief flirtation or a more serious thing on the writing front. I guess we'll find out together.

spring cleaning is a pain in the neck

May. 22nd, 2015 07:33 pm
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Ugh, I scrubbed maybe a quarter of my back porch this afternoon and I just couldn't keep going. I haven't properly cleaned the boards in years, you see -- and neither did my landlord nor any of the previous tenants -- so both the dirt and the moss/lichen/whatever are thoroughly embedded in the wood and need extensive forceful scrubbing to even start coming out. By the time I called it quits, my wrists were killing me.

On the bright side, I added both detergent and bleach into my water bucket, so hopefully I've poisoned whatever I wasn't able to remove via manual labor. :-)

Tomorrow I'll try for another quarter.

Tomorrow I also want to get a haircut and buy some groceries, so yeah. Busy day!

blah blah stuff

May. 21st, 2015 04:12 pm
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The ICSD election was on Tuesday, with polls open 12-9pm. There were eight candidates running for four slots on the school board, plus budget approval and permission to take money from the capital fund to buy some new buses. The budget and purchase request both passed, and two of the four people I voted for were elected.

School elections tend to get really low voter turnout, but I figure that A) voting is a responsibility as well as a right, and B) if you don't vote, you have no justification for complaining until the next election, because you didn't even try to make a difference. I kind of like complaining about stuff, so... *wry*

I voted at about 12:15 and hit the road shortly thereafter, taking Dottie home to NJ. While in Madison, I had dinner with my parents (who arrived perhaps an hour after I did) and then went over to Susan's place to hang out. This involved sort of half-watching The Legend of Drunken Master on Netflix, because she was in the mood for comedy, I was in the mood for action/adventure, and we figured it's hard to go wrong with Jackie Chan. :-) In brief, Jackie Chan was about ten years too old to be really believable in his role but likable as always, the first twenty minutes or so seems like a bunch of completely disconnected and unrelated plots but they do eventually pull together (except the factory stuff, which I'm pretty sure was only there to provide a cool setting for the climactic fight scenes), and it's really refreshing to have an action film that doesn't bother creating an extraneous love interest. Also, that is not how alcohol works, but what the hell, Rule of Funny trumps biology, I guess.

On Wednesday Mom and I drove back north to Ithaca, where she helped me install my air conditioner -- just in time for the weather to take a three-day plunge back into early April temperatures. *sigh* Oh well, I'll need the blasted contraption in another week or two, I'm sure, and while I can take it out on my own, the installation really requires a minimum of three hands.

In other local news, for the past couple weeks road crews have been redoing the sidewalks along the corners of N. Tioga St. in an attempt to make them handicapped-accessible. In several cases, this did lower the concrete to street level, but in other cases it only succeeded in reducing the height differential from four inches to two inches. But! I now know why the workers weren't especially careful about making the concrete and asphalt line up.

It's because they've now ripped up the entire surface of Tioga from Lewis St. south to the bridge over Cascadilla Creek. I am in favor of that, don't get me wrong! The street has needed repaving for years. But it's going to be interesting for a while.

And now I should get back to revising my Betapalooza fic (because it's complete and functional as posted, but would be much better with an additional scene in the middle and some more detailed character work), and possibly writing a couple fills for the Daredevil kinkmeme, because, um, reasons. Yes.

sub/Cultural semiotics of clothing

May. 21st, 2015 06:44 pm
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So a few weeks back I acquired the twinkiest jeans, as discussed: blue metallic sparkly "super-skinny" jeans with an enormous blue faux-rhinestone button fly. I was wearing them for the interaction with the splendidly queer nurse, and I mentioned to my mother that part of the reason I'd thought it might be even a tiny bit okay for me to ask him about his partner was that I was wearing clothing that read as sparklegay too.

My mother, who had been great up to that point (and as we know is generally great these days), said something to the effect of "Ugh, I don't think it's fair that any one group should get the monopoly on bits of clothing and what they mean."

That's the context; this is my attempt to put my thoughts in order enough to e-mail her an explanation. (It's extremely focussed on the context of choosing to make legible otherwise invisible characteristics; obviously I'm leaving a very great deal out for the sake of Explaining Stuff To My Mum.)

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