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Tuesday, July 14th, 2009
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9:57 AM - Vacation blogging: one last adventure.
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The airport shuttle is coming to take me away in a little less than two hours. Sigh. It's been nice.
For my last day yesterday, I decided to take the chairlift to the top, or a point close to the top, of Peak 8, the tallest of the mountains surrounding Breckenridge, and hike down.
The chairlift itself convinced me that I am never, ever, ever going skiing. Or riding in one again for any other reason. At least until they put, you know, floors on them.
So, yes, arrived at the top of the lift, somewhere just above 11,000 feet, and decided the hike up to the summit was Not On, but did take a mostly-level hike on a trail around the edge of the mountain for a ways, which was amazing-- krummholz and columbine, and patches of snow melting into tiny rills, and the views!
So I spent a little more time at the top than I'd planned, which was a slight problem, as there was supposed to be rain coming in. But the trail down to the base of the lift was only supposed to take 45-60 minutes, so I still got started down in good time. I thought.
The trail was very steep. I went rather slowly, with a detour to find a good walking stick. And I did get rained on, very gently. If this is the rain, I said, then there's no problem.
That was not the rain. The rain started around the point that the trail mysteriously ended. Or at least, turned into (a) a different trail, all gentle switchbacks snaking down the mountain, and (b) a spill of scree straight down the mountainside that might, possibly, have been an unmarked trail.
I took the switchbacks. It started to rain in earnest. I got wet, but it wasn't bad-- the rain was warm and fairly light, and I had a big hat and a linen shirt, and it was actually quite pleasant to be out it.
And then it started blowing. And thundering. And got cold.
Fortunately the hail didn't start until I was near a road. Which I abandoned the trail for immediately, and it took me-- less directly than the trail, but quite safely-- back to the hotels at the lift base, where I could get on the bus back to town. By which point I was soaked through and rather cold, but nothing a hot shower and dry clothes couldn't fix.
And then I went back to what, in a week, seems to have become my usual spot on the Starbucks back patio and wrote almost 5000 words, bringing me to almost 15,000 for the week. And had some good lasagna at the neighborhood bar and pizza place around the corner from the B&B. And packed. And so to bed.
So: four day hikes, three of which were unencumbered by weather; two concerts; one massage; several excellent meals; one wildlife encounter; and three complete chapters drafted. And a lot of sleep and loafing caught up on. I think that's a successful vacation.
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| Sunday, July 12th, 2009
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11:27 PM - Vacation blogging: A good day, until the part where it wasn't.
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The breakfast table was all midwesterners again: Missouri and Wisconsin, today. They were predicting rain in the middle of the day, so I opted for a shortish hike close to town, up the Illinois Creek trails to the Blue River path. It was about a three-hour round trip up to a little lake and back, with several detours to loop onto interesting side paths. This trail was over the top of a low mountain, instead of up the side of a tall one, so the sun came straight down through the trees; the forest floor was full of columbines and wild rose and lily-of-the-valley, and the middle of the trail passed down through an open, boggy glen full of buttercups. Really lovely.
And then I spent the afternoon writing, first on the patio of the Starbucks watching the storm move in, and then inside it watching the rain fall. Very good writing day; I did three thousand words of angst in one sitting and only stopped because I was hungry.
That was my first mistake. I've been really startlingly hungry the whole time I've been here-- I'm not normally a breakfast eater at all, and yet I have been demolishing a plate of bacon-intensive breakfast every morning, and still being hungry for lunch. I've been trying to eat lighter lunches and dinners than I ordinarily would when those were my only two meals-- allowing of course for all the extra activity-- and I've been managing, mostly-- I'm not getting hungry between (broadly defined) mealtimes, but I have been getting to each meal just a little hungrier than I was for the previous one.
So by suppertime tonight, I was starving. So I decided to reward myself for my three thousand words with the $25 three-course prix fixe dinner at the pretentious-but-quite-well-reviewed restaurant around the corner from the B&B.
And it was an excellent dinner. I had the white cheddar asparagus soup, and a lamb shank-- more on that later-- and a very good chocolate mousse with fresh berries; also a quite nice malbec to go with. The soup and dessert were everything they should be, and the lamb-- oh, the lamb! Braised to fork-tender in white wine with tomatoes and mirepoix and saffron and, if I'm not mistaken, meyer lemon, and served with the mirepoix-- a new batch, just poached to tenderness in the braising liquid-- strewn over a bed of spinach, and the braising liquid poured over the whole thing, and accompanied by this goat cheese risotto that set it off amazingly. It was to die for.
Which I kind of felt like doing an hour later, when it turned out that there are, in fact, two things I physically cannot do at this altitude: run up a full flight of stairs, and digest rich food in quantity.
But, up until the acute gastric distress portion of the evening, it was really a good day.
And tomorrow is my last day; I get back on the airport shuttle Tuesday morning.
Aside from 'eat lighter food,' how should I spend it? I'm on enough of a roll with the fic that I'm tempted to just hole up in a scenic spot and spend the whole day writing.
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12:16 AM - Vacationblogging: Program Notes
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1.) Camille Saint-Saens, Introduction and Rondo Capriccioso for violin and orchestra. So, was the audience just tone-deaf? Or did they not understand that the standing ovation is not actually obligatory? (And yes, yes, I know the answer is 'both.') Seriously, though, the violinist was flat and ahead of the beat for three-quarters of the piece-- and once she finally got her intonation under control, she was persistently behind. She wasn't even maintaining a good poker face; you could see she knew when she was fucking up. Keep your seats, people. Applaud politely, but do not embarrass the poor girl with approbation she clearly knows she did not earn tonight-- you're not helping things.
2.) Gustav Mahler, Symphony Number Six, the Tragic. I'm sure it will surprise many people who know me to hear this, but I do not believe two and a half is too young to appreciate classical music. In fact, I don't think two and a half is too young to start learning concert etiquette, especially in as informal a venue as this. I applaud you, Mother Of Small Child Two Seats Down, for starting your child's musical education early and seriously.
However. Two and a half is WAY TOO YOUNG FOR MAHLER, WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING, WOMAN? I'm almost too young for Mahler! I hope you enjoyed all ten minutes of it you got to hear.
So, yeah, the Mahler Sixth is too long, and the first two movements are really all over the place. But the second half of it is glorious, and the NRO knocked it out of the park. They're just the right ensemble for this piece-- they've got a much higher proportion of woodwinds and brass than most orchestras, and Mahler really needs those rich Klangfarben. And, like I said, they really came through-- their horns and trombones blended beautifully, their tubist was the rock the whole piece rested on, and their bass clarinetist was quite simply the best I have ever heard: he played the whole piece (all nearly two zillion hours of it) with gorgeous tone, immense sensitivity, and a clear knowledge that this was his one chance for the limelight this season and by god he was going to make the most of it. I was glad I was there to hear it.
The concert was the end of ( a lovely lazy day. )
current mood: replete
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| Saturday, July 11th, 2009
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10:00 AM - Torchwood: Children of Earth, part 5
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| Friday, July 10th, 2009
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8:24 PM - Grar.
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The wifi at the B&B went down just as the Torchwood downloads started to go up. So here I am paying for 2 hours of internet at the Starbucks, instead.
Admittedly, it's not such a bad place to be. It's a lovely evening, I'm out on the patio, and next door there's a string quartet from the NRO performing on the porch.
There is, however, nothing resembling dinner here.
I've got 49 minutes left on my download.
I wonder if I could get a passerby to run down the street and buy me a crepe.
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current mood: starving
current music: The Arrival of the Queen of Sheba
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5:08 PM - Vacation updates:
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--The animal was, as ![[info - personal]](http://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png) twistedchick suggested, a large gray fox, rather than a coyote; some other guests in the B&B saw it too and got a better look.
--Most of the Minnesotans had checked out today, and were replaced at breakfast by two couples from Iowa (Mason City and Davenport).
--I hiked five hours today. Well, four and a half, counting lunch. I went up the Burro Trail, which was absolutely covered in wildflowers-- bluebells, scads of those yellow daisies, bachelor's buttons, something red that I think might be Indian paintbrush, and wild roses. Utterly gorgeous. And did I mention the five hours hiking? Which covered six miles and I don't even know how much elevation and now every muscle in my body hurts and dear god I need to learn to pace myself.
Yeah. Breathing so much easier today-- even at the very top of the trail, I wasn't getting winded except from the very steepest parts-- and I think I got overconfident. Two hours in my hands started to feel swollen, and by the time I got back to town they were visibly puffy. Which wasn't worrisome-- between the lower air pressure and the extra work my circulatory system must be doing to keep my extremities oxygenated at this altitude, I'd be surprised if they weren't, especially given how much they puff up in the summer at sea level when my body tries to use them as cooling fins-- but was really uncomfortable. And I think may have distracted me from my feet, and my shoulders, and my glutes, and my shins, and wow you use a lot of muscles just walking up and down hills. A lot a lot.
But. Bluebells! Songbirds! Some kind of pewter-colored small falcon or kestrel that told me at length I did not want to get anywhere near its nest, nosiree. It was a breathtakingly gorgeous walk, and I'm glad to have gone.
And now I've showered off the dust, and when I can work up the energy to put on my swimsuit, I think I'm going to go sit in the hot tub for a nice long time. And then book a massage for tomorrow. A very long massage.
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current mood: sore
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2:52 AM - OMGWTFCOYOTE.
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It is almost 1 AM. I was almost asleep-- with the window open, because it is a beautiful clear night. My window, on the second floor, looks out parallel to the second-story landing of the fire escape, where it comes down from the attic. And I heard this scraping, snarling sort of noise from downstairs. And jumped up to see what was outside. Stuck my head out the window just in time to see something grayish, little larger than racoon-sized, about half its length taken up by a bushy tail, scurry up the fire escape.
There's a potted plant hanging on the fire escape railing, below me. The thing passed under it, and then I didn't see it. I craned my neck to one side, and then to the other. I stuck my head right out the window to peer around and see what was hiding below the plant.
And it moved. On the fire escape landing. SOMETHING LIKE TWO FEET FROM MY HEAD, WHICH WAS STUCK RIGHT OUT AN OPEN WINDOW CLEARLY LARGE ENOUGH FOR WHATEVER-IT-WAS TO GET THROUGH.
I slammed the window shut, probably loud enough to wake the whole building. I looked out my other window, which doesn't open. The landing was empty.
I went back to the first window, just in time to see the coyote, in silhouette, quite clear in the moonlight, running across the roof of the neighboring house and off into the night.
HOLY SHIT GUYS THERE WAS A COYOTE THAT COULD HAVE TOTALLY JUMPED RIGHT THROUGH MY WINDOW AND ONTO MY BED.
I mean, probably wouldn't have. Probably wouldn't have done anything but desperately try to get out again if it had. But still-- COYOTE! ALMOST IN MY BED!
It's going to get pretty warm in here if I can't open the windows.
I am not opening that window.
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1:33 AM - Torchwood: Children of Earth, part 4
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12:09 AM - Also, a meme.
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From fox: Pick any of my stories (well, most of them are there. But if you remember any of the ones that aren't yet, go ahead and use them( and write the WORST possible description of it, and then I have to guess which one it is.
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| Thursday, July 9th, 2009
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11:52 PM - Vacation blogging, Part 1
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The Rockies rise up the way mountains should— suddenly, a solid wall at the edge of an impossibly long flat slanted ground.
The shadows of the clouds are very sudden and very dark.
Aspen leaves make a spume of pale green against the waves of pines.
Mountains are all different colors. This is probably a trivial observation if you've spent more time among them than I have.
At 9000 feet, I can walk just fine along the flat, and I can manage a slight slant without getting winded, though I feel like I've worked out after. But give me anything seriously steep—including stairs—and I have maybe fifty paces in me before I need to sit down and catch my breath.
And drink water. You know what's really getting a workout? MY BLADDER.
So, specifics so far: ( I am not obligated to be anywhere or do anything until Tuesday. Don't you wish you were me? )
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12:28 AM - Torchwood: Children of Earth, part 3
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| Tuesday, July 7th, 2009
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11:24 PM - Off on the road, with dwarves!
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...okay, no dwarves. But I am off to see Mountains tomorrow. They do have the internets in the mountains, so I will be checking in (and getting Torchwood), but I won't be keeping up with DW/LJ/the whole interwebs. Email if you need me! I shall be... actually, I have no idea what I'll be doing, because I have made no plans at all besides booking a room and an airport shuttle. I am totally unscheduled! I cannot tell you how happy this makes me.
Getting up at 5, not so happy-making. Would be really nice to be the slightest bit sleepy now.
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8:39 PM - Torchwood: Children of Earth, part 2
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| Monday, July 6th, 2009
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9:12 PM - Torchwood: Children of Earth, part 1
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| Saturday, July 4th, 2009
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4:43 PM - What fourth wall?
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Seen, somewhere near the Wheaton Mall, on the way back from helping sanj pick out her awesome new mauve glasses: a license-plate frame advertising "Indoor Skydiving," with no indication of whether it was a joke, or a real activity.
And I was about to say, If it's real, I bet Chaz Villette does it. And then I realized the logical flaw in that statement.
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| Wednesday, July 1st, 2009
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2:07 PM - And while I'm making polls...
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So. Remember that Doctor Who fic of doooooooooooooom that I've been working on through repeated jossings for something like two years now?
Yeah. It looks like I will be posting it in the not-all-that-distant future. (If Torchweek doesn't joss me some more, that is; I'm hoping it won't mess up anything set before "Children of Earth," but you never know.) And it's going to be long. Longer than anything else I've ever posted. Like, between 80,000 and 100,000 words.
I've never posted anything that long before, and I'm not really sure how I should go about it. It'll definitely all be going onto The Archive Of Our Own-- that's a certainty. But I'm not sure whether it's worth it to also post to DW/crosspost to LJ.
So, people who might read a long New Who/Old Who/Torchwood/Sarah Jane Adventures reunionpalooza of a fic-- tell me how you'd prefer to read it!
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1:52 PM - PSA
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| Friday, June 26th, 2009
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11:20 AM - A clothing query.
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Now that summer clothes are starting to go on sale, I'm seriously eyeing those eye-searing striped/colorblocked/print maxi dresses that are everywhere this year.
Or at least I would be, if I knew where to find one with bra-compliant straps.
Anyone know where I can find one that's not a halter or a spaghetti-strap? It doesn't have to provide all that much coverage-- I don't care if my bra straps are visible, as long as they're not actually on display.
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| Monday, June 22nd, 2009
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8:22 PM - Checking in.
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I was not on either of the trains that crashed, in case you were worried. Worst trouble I ran into was a long shuttle bus ride home from Fort Totten station; I had no idea why the trains weren't running until fox called to ask if I was all right.
In happier news, prompt claiming has begun at ![[info - community]](http://s.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png) treknovelfest!
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| Thursday, June 18th, 2009
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10:03 PM - Claritin dreams.
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I don't know what bloomed yesterday, but it's been playing merry hell with my sinuses. Since the last time I took Benadryl I was stoned for 24 hours afterwards, I stuck to Claritin-- lots and lots of Claritin, in the vain hope it would have an effect.
Which it did, eventually-- big noisy technicolor dreams, a summer-blockbuster political thriller movie. In which I was Jodie Foster. Her/my character was a Secret Service agent. Air Force One ditched over the Atlantic-- there was fire, and sharks, and an eeeeeevil president, and this gigantic cruise ship that turned out to be a mad scientist's lair, decorated in industrial blue-green paint with tasteful mahogany paneling. The ship was the real star of the dream-- it came up on me and the president while we were treading water, alone in the middle of the ocean, and a compartment opened up in the keel-- a brightly-lit, sky-blue room under the ship's hull, longer than a football field, where the ocean was suddenly dead calm, and we floated and watched the ship pass by over us and the tasteful mahogany doors at the other end get closer and closer.
Yeah, I don't even know.
Tomorrow I'm leaving at oh-dark-thirty for Points North and stealthmuffin's wedding. I really hope whatever-it-is hasn't bloomed up there yet.
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current mood: sniffly
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| Tuesday, June 16th, 2009
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10:45 PM - Recipe, sort of: satay casserole
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I always seem to forget, when the microwave is right there and I use it every day, that its invention did not suddenly obviate all the casseroles, hashes, and fritters with which The Joy of Cooking recycles leftovers. Some meals are just not that exciting reheated, but make excellent raw materials. For example: Sunday's dinner was satay pork and steamed millet. Grilled (well, pan-grilled; I ran out of skewers) meat with sauce and half-dried-out grain is Not An Exciting Candidate For Reheating.
Tonight's casserole, however, was fantastic. Into the baking dish went an onion and a carrot, cubed fine and sweated in a little butter with cumin, cinnamon, coriander, and mace; a double handful of currants; the same amount of sunflower seeds; the leftover pork, cubed somewhat larger than the vegetables; and the millet. I thinned the satay sauce with enough chicken stock to thoroughly moisten the grain, mixed it all together, and baked at 400 F for about half an hour, while the shortcakes were cooking. (Did I mention I also made strawberry shortcake? And a salad of mixed greens from the farmers' market-- a really eclectic mix, young dandelion greens and some purslane and I think some mizuma and I don't even know what else.)
Yum.
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| Monday, June 15th, 2009
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12:56 PM - Trek Novel Fest open for prompt submission!
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| Tuesday, June 9th, 2009
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11:50 PM - Trek Novel Fest!
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Prompt submission begins Monday at treknovelfest, an informal fic exchange for stories based on the (authorized) Star Trek novels, which nestra and I are co-modding.
Go! Join! And think about what Trek novels you've always wished you could nominate for Yuletide, which characters you've always wanted to see more of, which plotline you'd love to watch play out in the reboot. You don't have to sign up to write to submit prompts (or to have submitted a prompt to claim one), and you don't need to have a Dreamwidth account to post.
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| Friday, June 5th, 2009
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11:59 PM - I don't remember Star Trek as being this queer...
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...though admittedly, I haven't really watched some of these episodes since I was fourteen.
Scattershot observations from today's viewing:
- "Turnabout Intruder" always makes me feel vaguely dirty whenever I watch it. The context and the assumptions are so toxic, but the execution is so good. Especially the look on Spock's face when he touches Janice's face and feels, without question, Kirk's mind-- he suddenly looks so young and open and vulnerable.
Also, someone point me to the good Trek bodyswap fic? Any incarnation, any characters-- I just want more bodyswaps.
- "Bread and Circuses." So the thing everyone always remembers about this one, aside from the fact that Spock wears a t-shirt all the way through (Arms. Guh. ARMS) is the Spock/McCoy, shading into Kirk/Spock/McCoy-- ( you know the part I mean. )
But the part that leapt out at me this time was-- so, backtrack a bit, they're on this planet of twentieth-century Romans (think televised gladiatorial bouts) to track down one Merrick, an old friend of Kirk's who washed out of the academy and into the civilian merchant service and has been breaking the Prime Directive left, right, and center on this planet; and who, though he's technically the First Citizen of the city, is completely under the thumb of the slimy proconsul.
So the proconsul has spent the whole episode so far saying that, feh, spaceship captains, he's known this one for years, they're nothing special, yadda yadda; and Merrick the old academy washout has kept saying no, Kirk really is all that, but the proconsul has seemed unconvinced.
But then after watching Kirk watch Spock and McCoy fighting gladiators and seeming unfazed by it, the proconsul apparently completely changes his mind about Kirk, and while Spock and McCoy are back in the cell, Kirk is upstairs with the proconsul's slave girl, whom he's turned over to him for a few hours.
And then there's this fucking weird conversation where the proconsul comes in and wakes Kirk up and tells him he's a Roman, or should have been. And Kirk asks for an explanation of what's going on, and the proconsul says-- let me quote again: "Because you're a man, I owe you that. You must die shortly, and because you are a man... Would you leave us, Merrik? The thoughts of one man to another cannot possibly interest you. (And then to Kirk again, who is looking kind of WTF? as Merrick skedaddles--) Because you are a man, I gave you some last hours as a man."
Seriously, this is out of nowhere. There'd been a whole comparison between Kirk and Merrick all through the episode, but purely on professional grounds, and then all of a sudden, Merrick's manhood is getting impugned all over the place. But now Kirk (as a man! that's important!) gets to be executed quickly instead of thrown into the arena. And then there's some action and swordfighting, blah blah blah, and the proconsul and Merrick end up at the cells where Kirk and the guards are holding machine guns on each other, and the proconsul says "I pity you, Captain Merrik, but at least watch and see how men die" SRSLY WTF? And then Merrick gets hold of a communicator and calls for transport, the proconsul knifes him, but as he dies he valiantly tosses the communicator into the cell where Kirk and crew are, and Scotty beams them up and they are saved.
Is there any way to read that, except to assume that Merrick-the-academy-washout has been the proconsul's butt-boy all this time? And to take the all the slights to his manhood as what-can-we-say-on-sixties-TV-speak for "you un-Roman passive homosexual, you"? Because I really can't find any other way to make this one make a lick of sense.
(Also, it's a damn good thing the proconsul didn't just leave Kirk in the cell with McCoy and Spock all that time.)
- And then there's "Is There In Truth No Beauty," which isn't at all gay but is possibly the queerest TOS episode that ever queered.
( Or at least I don't know what else you call a love quadrangle involving two sexes, three species, and two modes of corporeality. ) And now I kind of want a missing scene with the Spock/Miranda/Kallos threesome. Because, yeah.
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| Thursday, June 4th, 2009
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8:58 PM - Curse you, con crud!
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So I've spent the day home sick and watching Star Trek, like you do. Including "The Empath"-- man, there's a reason I haven't watched some of these since junior high.
( I watched 'The Empath' so you don't have to. )
So then to take the taste out of my mouth, I watched "Trials and Tribble-ations," which is an extra on my new DVDs. There is so much love just oozing out of every frame of that episode. *wallows*
Also, I've finally figured out why every space station, remote research outpost, flimsy little mining colony and insane asylum in the Federation has the same tables, chairs, benches, glasses, lamps, and hexagonal silver wall decorations.
It's all Space IKEA.
I mean, how else are you going to furnish a space station? Of course you're going to buy flat-pack.
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current mood: sick
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| Wednesday, June 3rd, 2009
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10:47 PM - All the cool kids are doing kink_bingo...
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...but I lost interest when I found out a bingo isn't putting all five kinks in one story.
(What? I like fic prompts that suggest a plot, is all.)
Meanwhile, I seem to have caught belated con-crud, and have not even been getting much done on the Doctor Who fic of dooooooom. I've been valiantly going to work all week instead-- massive deadlines, ugh. But they're past, or at least my part in them is, and if I do not feel better tomorrow I am staying the heck home.
I also have not been managing to keep up with my reading.
( Books Finished, April and May )
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current mood: sick
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| Tuesday, May 26th, 2009
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4:21 PM - Back from WisCon
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Con report coming later-- my flight out of Minneapolis was delayed and delayed and delayed, and it was almost 2 AM before I got home. Have been "working" from home today; fortunately, if the work email traffic is an accurate reflection of what's going on at the office, my coworkers are not being any more productive than I am.
In short, though-- it was a great con, I met some wonderful people, the panels I was on seemed to go well, discussions of recent fail were largely respectful and productive, I got way too little sleep, there is apparently an audience for the giant Whofic of doooooom, and I have now seen Geoff Ryman do a kegstand.
If anything of note has happened on the internets since Friday, links would be appreciative. (Posting of good Star Trek fic counts as 'anything of note.')
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current mood: still sleepy
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| Thursday, May 21st, 2009
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3:09 PM - Off to WisCon. BRB.
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| Sunday, May 17th, 2009
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2:54 PM - Star Trek fanwank.
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12:52 PM - Someday, I will make a post that doesn't mention Star Trek.
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Today is not that day.
So, on the minus side, I'm working (albeit from home) on a Sunday. But on the plus side, I'm getting enough done that I think I will definitely be able to reward myself with another Star Trek viewing this afternoon.
Specifically, I think, to the 3:35 showing in Silver Spring. Anyone want to come with?
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