Fannish 50 Challenge 2025: Post # 37: Red Green Fandom; C6D Fandom
Nov. 8th, 2025 03:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ride_4everI've got a "milestone" birthday coming up and I bought myself a birthday gift of something I've wanted for a long time: the complete Red Green DVD collection -- yep, all 300 episodes! And amedia made a whole bunch of Red Green icons for me (one of which you see here).
A big TYK toamedia for the timely icons!
amedia made a whole bunch of Red Green icons for me (one of which you see here).A big TYK to
amedia for the timely icons!
Words poured like wine.
Nov. 6th, 2025 08:31 pmhannahMid-December 2023, I was chatting with petra and got an idea for the next novel I could write.
Tonight I sent them the last part of the shitty first draft of said novel, where I simply told myself the story.
Whether it'll be this fast to get through the editing remains to be seen; mostly, I'm tickled that I can pinpoint the date and time, and the exact conversation that helped kick it off.
petra and got an idea for the next novel I could write.Tonight I sent them the last part of the shitty first draft of said novel, where I simply told myself the story.
Whether it'll be this fast to get through the editing remains to be seen; mostly, I'm tickled that I can pinpoint the date and time, and the exact conversation that helped kick it off.
Kitchen work.
Nov. 5th, 2025 09:35 pmhannahHaving now made soufflés, I can't see what the big deal and the fuss is all about with them. They're difficult the way risotto and yeast-based breads are difficult: it's all in the technical details. Once you've mastered those, you're fine. I was fine even whipping the egg whites with only one whisk on the electric mixer because I couldn't find the other one, even when I had to leave them for a few minutes while I got the simmering water ready, even when the oven somehow turned off and I had to leave them sitting in the water bath an extra half-hour while it heated back up. They didn't puff up as much the picture promised, and they were astonishingly fragrant. Cakes on top and custards in the middle as they're supposed to be.
It's not something I'll make all that often - I made them today as recipe testing for one of my clients - and it's something I'm not going to be scared of, if I'm ever called on to do so.
It's not something I'll make all that often - I made them today as recipe testing for one of my clients - and it's something I'm not going to be scared of, if I'm ever called on to do so.
Good time.
Nov. 4th, 2025 09:42 pmhannahGenuine cheering and plate-banging outside my apartment right now is proper celebration on the mayoral race. I'm still a little disappointed I couldn't work the polls today, because it'd have been wonderful to be in the room, but this will do for now.
Other good things of the day really pale in comparison to someone who wants there to be poor people in New York City, because a healthy metropolis is one where people of all stripes thrive. Bring it.
Other good things of the day really pale in comparison to someone who wants there to be poor people in New York City, because a healthy metropolis is one where people of all stripes thrive. Bring it.
Take a test.
Nov. 3rd, 2025 08:54 pmhannahI'm only a little disappointed I'm not working the polls tomorrow. Only a little, because as much as I'd wanted to get out and participate, I know calling off was the right thing to do. I'm coming off a nasty cold - four negative rapid tests since last Wednesday night, including one this afternoon, seem reasonably trustworthy - and while I'm mostly recovered, working the polls for the full duration tomorrow wouldn't do me any good. It's hard enough when I'm completely healthy.
What I'm finding amusing about this is one of my clients reached out and because I'm not working the polls and the physical demands will be significantly less with far fewer hours, I'll be working with her tomorrow afternoon, which means I've basically gone from the public to the private sector.
What I'm finding amusing about this is one of my clients reached out and because I'm not working the polls and the physical demands will be significantly less with far fewer hours, I'll be working with her tomorrow afternoon, which means I've basically gone from the public to the private sector.
MEDIA POST: Guillermo Del Toro's Frankenstein
Nov. 2nd, 2025 10:41 amseascribbleAs I've said elsewhere, Mr Del Toro put his whole pussy into this movie. Also Grand Admiral Thrawn was there.
We had just recently rewatched The Shape of Water, which is one of my favourite movies. Perry's read Frankenstein but I never have. You'd think, though, between knowing the gist of the story and being familiar with GDT's game I would have been prepared, but I still was really rocked by the gore, especially early on with the pre-Creature science experiments. I had to watch a lot of it with my face covered. I loved it though.
Flawless cast (I don't know what a Jacob Elordi is, but he crushed it), the kind of rich, symbolic visuals you expect from GDT, and an excellent score. The scene where this bright, peppy waltz is playing over Oscar Isaac sawing off limbs is so well done.
I've seen people primarily criticizing two things, one that somebody actually said the line (more or less) "You're the monster, Victor," and that GDT woobyfied the Creature, which weakens the original book's meditation on what role our surroundings play in our choices and what evil looks like and whether you can truly say whether Frankenstein or the Creature is more monstrous than the other. I haven't read the book, so I can't really comment on that, but the Creature does some pretty extreme stuff to a lot of people! Almost entirely reactively, which I think does definitely change the message from the murders that I understand he does in the book, but I don't hate it because I kind of enjoy the musing on the fact that we can be in a situation where evil actions might be the much more likely outcome and still not do them. The short version is simply that GDT is a monsterfucker and he was never going to present a less than sympathetic version of the Creature. I'm fine with it.
I suppose the script wasn't the most subtle, but between the acting chops and the incredible costuming and scenery and details, I didn't have any complaints. Even the monster line was delivered in a really poignant way.
I'm really glad we went to see it in the theatre (even though it was 35$ for two tickets, jesus christ) and I'm excited for it to be...acquirable at home next week so we can watch it again. I think it's staying in theatres until it starts streaming on Netflix, so if it's available near you, highly recommend the cinematic experience.
We had just recently rewatched The Shape of Water, which is one of my favourite movies. Perry's read Frankenstein but I never have. You'd think, though, between knowing the gist of the story and being familiar with GDT's game I would have been prepared, but I still was really rocked by the gore, especially early on with the pre-Creature science experiments. I had to watch a lot of it with my face covered. I loved it though.
Flawless cast (I don't know what a Jacob Elordi is, but he crushed it), the kind of rich, symbolic visuals you expect from GDT, and an excellent score. The scene where this bright, peppy waltz is playing over Oscar Isaac sawing off limbs is so well done.
I've seen people primarily criticizing two things, one that somebody actually said the line (more or less) "You're the monster, Victor," and that GDT woobyfied the Creature, which weakens the original book's meditation on what role our surroundings play in our choices and what evil looks like and whether you can truly say whether Frankenstein or the Creature is more monstrous than the other. I haven't read the book, so I can't really comment on that, but the Creature does some pretty extreme stuff to a lot of people! Almost entirely reactively, which I think does definitely change the message from the murders that I understand he does in the book, but I don't hate it because I kind of enjoy the musing on the fact that we can be in a situation where evil actions might be the much more likely outcome and still not do them. The short version is simply that GDT is a monsterfucker and he was never going to present a less than sympathetic version of the Creature. I'm fine with it.
I suppose the script wasn't the most subtle, but between the acting chops and the incredible costuming and scenery and details, I didn't have any complaints. Even the monster line was delivered in a really poignant way.
I'm really glad we went to see it in the theatre (even though it was 35$ for two tickets, jesus christ) and I'm excited for it to be...acquirable at home next week so we can watch it again. I think it's staying in theatres until it starts streaming on Netflix, so if it's available near you, highly recommend the cinematic experience.
Fannish 50 Challenge 2025: Post # 36: annual November Mini WriMo now open for signups
Nov. 1st, 2025 10:17 pmride_4everMini WriMo on LJ -- minimum 100 words a day for 30 days -- is open for signups from now until November 10th.
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Fannish 50 Challenge 2025: Post # 35: Postal Mail from Fen
Nov. 1st, 2025 09:51 pmride_4everThank you kindly to james and to dine for Halloween cards, and to noxelementalist for the art postcard.
james and to dine for Halloween cards, and to noxelementalist for the art postcard.November the First.
Nov. 1st, 2025 09:15 pmhannahI called the library beforehand to ask when they took donations for the book sale, and how much I could provide. I followed directions on time, but not so much on volume - they got what they got, which was mostly what I'd bought from them over the past couple years. Nearly all of it was DVDs, CDs, and Blurays where I kept telling myself I didn't want the object, I wanted what was stored on the object. It was lovely to get this movie or that album, and now that I had what I wanted on my computer, I didn't need the object anymore. It was nice to grab all four seasons of Black Sails and the whole series of Fringe, and I don't have the space around my apartment to keep those with what I've already got on the shelves. Especially when I haven't yet gotten around to watching the shows. Soon, in due time. But keeping the objects of the box sets around won't help.
All that, and it's nice to get a few square feet of floor space back. Enough to notice, which is enough to make me want to keep going. Do another book cull, drag those clothes to the donation bin. Say "goodbye and thank you" to the stuff that isn't giving me anything but nostalgia. And maybe see about which extant box sets on my shelves are objects I want for the particular value they have as objects. Is it "the value of the object qualia object"? I'm sure there's a term for it.
All that, and it's nice to get a few square feet of floor space back. Enough to notice, which is enough to make me want to keep going. Do another book cull, drag those clothes to the donation bin. Say "goodbye and thank you" to the stuff that isn't giving me anything but nostalgia. And maybe see about which extant box sets on my shelves are objects I want for the particular value they have as objects. Is it "the value of the object qualia object"? I'm sure there's a term for it.
Crave some wildness.
Oct. 31st, 2025 09:00 pmhannahTonight was my and my dad's last Friday night rooftop cider of the season. There's still going to be Friday night ciders - splitting a bottle, catching up, having a good time chatting - and with the nights coming earlier, it's going to happen in the apartment instead of the roof. I don't mind too much, not with how dark it was when we got there or how much darker it was when we went back down. It was honestly quite nice to look around and realize this was the last one. Nothing too special about it, no world-class cider or magnificent thoughts, just a good bottle and a nice time.
Let me amend that: nothing too special about what we did, something quite special about the night in a low-key mundane way, paying attention to the ordinary moments. It was a lovely sunset, fast-moving gray-on-slate tufts and spots of clouds, and by the time we went in, it was dark enough the moon was the brightest thing in the sky. So we stopped to look at it for a while. Just past half-full, the clouds were moving eastward. Almost there, almost there, the wind and the angle taking them just below the moon, enough to light up but not what we were hoping for, waiting more, waiting, a large piece comes by and not quite and maybe this next one - and in front of the moon it went, bright as a star, and we kept oohing and ahhing until it'd passed and the moon was shining by itself again.
As ways to end a season, it's a pretty good one.
Let me amend that: nothing too special about what we did, something quite special about the night in a low-key mundane way, paying attention to the ordinary moments. It was a lovely sunset, fast-moving gray-on-slate tufts and spots of clouds, and by the time we went in, it was dark enough the moon was the brightest thing in the sky. So we stopped to look at it for a while. Just past half-full, the clouds were moving eastward. Almost there, almost there, the wind and the angle taking them just below the moon, enough to light up but not what we were hoping for, waiting more, waiting, a large piece comes by and not quite and maybe this next one - and in front of the moon it went, bright as a star, and we kept oohing and ahhing until it'd passed and the moon was shining by itself again.
As ways to end a season, it's a pretty good one.
Stuck in Paradise for the Foreseeable
Oct. 29th, 2025 05:16 pmfairestcatSo, as I mentioned in my Festivids letter, I am currently in Hawaii. Hilo to be specific. I have been here since October 10th and I genuinely have no idea when I'll get to go home.
My mother was diagnosed with congestive heart failure five years ago, but this fall she got significantly worse and also developed pneumonia. She was in the hospital for two and a half weeks and is now in a short-term rehab working on getting back her ability to do exciting things like walking across a room without getting shaky-legged and out of breath and using the bathroom unaided.
I'm in an itty bitty postage stamp sized airbnb room in Hilo, since my mom's place is a nearly two-hour drive away. I can't go home until we figure out what happens next for my mom. I don't think she can go back to the place she's been sharing with my sister. My sister is also disabled and not really able to help my mom with stuff, their tiny house is cramped and crowded, has built-in steps and is a constant tripping hazard, and honestly my mom and sister are driving each other completely mad.
Hawaii is beautiful and all, there are certainly worse places I could be stuck indefinitely, but I really want my own bed and my own spouses and my own pets and my own time zone.
My mother was diagnosed with congestive heart failure five years ago, but this fall she got significantly worse and also developed pneumonia. She was in the hospital for two and a half weeks and is now in a short-term rehab working on getting back her ability to do exciting things like walking across a room without getting shaky-legged and out of breath and using the bathroom unaided.
I'm in an itty bitty postage stamp sized airbnb room in Hilo, since my mom's place is a nearly two-hour drive away. I can't go home until we figure out what happens next for my mom. I don't think she can go back to the place she's been sharing with my sister. My sister is also disabled and not really able to help my mom with stuff, their tiny house is cramped and crowded, has built-in steps and is a constant tripping hazard, and honestly my mom and sister are driving each other completely mad.
Hawaii is beautiful and all, there are certainly worse places I could be stuck indefinitely, but I really want my own bed and my own spouses and my own pets and my own time zone.
Hanging just beyond.
Oct. 28th, 2025 09:27 pmhannahIt's my Livejournal's birthday today. I'm always a little taken aback when I get the emails about it - a bit of "really? that thing's still on?" and a bit of "it has been a while since high school." Most years it passes by with just those thoughts, a day in, a day out, and for most of today it was going that route up until I heard Cameron Crowe at Symphony Space.
Not Cameron Crowe for the innate value of Crowe himself, not Crowe for the shine of someone worth all the applause, not for someone who said Joni Mitchell could talk in third drafts and said music is a way to tattoo moments. He spoke well, he read aloud with a lot of charm, he answered questions thoughtfully, and when the interviewer asked the last question of the night - whether there was still hope for music to blow his mind the way it used to. Crowe leaned over, put his hand on his arm, and said to keep hoping. Words to that effect, at least; I lost the exact phrase in the immediate applause right after. And very much words to that effect. Keep hoping, stay open, keep listening.
It sparked the memory of my dad saying it's hard for music to hit him the way it used to, and of several memories reading different people's comments that they wish music could hit them the way it did when they were in high school, or college, or some other point in their life that's simply when they were younger and, I suspect, didn't have as much on their minds and hadn't heard nearly as much music. It goes beyond having listened to a lot more and having had the world sand down a lot of the edges. There's some of it - how much, I don't know - about not being open to having your mind blown. Of course it takes more work to blow your mind when it's already been blown so many times already. And to say it can't, it won't, is to commit to a self-fulfilling prophecy. If you're not open to it, if you don't keep looking, of course it won't happen.
I got a lot of good music in college and grad school, true. And I've heard so much since then, I'll often come across a new song and it'll strike me as a very good one, a superb variant on something I already know, a clever turn of phrase that's a pleasant arrangement of words. And I'm still willing and open to hearing new music, and it's true it doesn't happen as often that I hear a song that makes the world feel absolutely new, and it's true that it still happens.
My Livejournal's old enough to graduate college. It would've spent the last four years listening to music it never could've imagined, and in a density and intensity that's probably not going to come around again. And it's going to be listening to more music than it can believe.
To stay open and keep listening. To periodically get a reminder to keep hoping.
Not Cameron Crowe for the innate value of Crowe himself, not Crowe for the shine of someone worth all the applause, not for someone who said Joni Mitchell could talk in third drafts and said music is a way to tattoo moments. He spoke well, he read aloud with a lot of charm, he answered questions thoughtfully, and when the interviewer asked the last question of the night - whether there was still hope for music to blow his mind the way it used to. Crowe leaned over, put his hand on his arm, and said to keep hoping. Words to that effect, at least; I lost the exact phrase in the immediate applause right after. And very much words to that effect. Keep hoping, stay open, keep listening.
It sparked the memory of my dad saying it's hard for music to hit him the way it used to, and of several memories reading different people's comments that they wish music could hit them the way it did when they were in high school, or college, or some other point in their life that's simply when they were younger and, I suspect, didn't have as much on their minds and hadn't heard nearly as much music. It goes beyond having listened to a lot more and having had the world sand down a lot of the edges. There's some of it - how much, I don't know - about not being open to having your mind blown. Of course it takes more work to blow your mind when it's already been blown so many times already. And to say it can't, it won't, is to commit to a self-fulfilling prophecy. If you're not open to it, if you don't keep looking, of course it won't happen.
I got a lot of good music in college and grad school, true. And I've heard so much since then, I'll often come across a new song and it'll strike me as a very good one, a superb variant on something I already know, a clever turn of phrase that's a pleasant arrangement of words. And I'm still willing and open to hearing new music, and it's true it doesn't happen as often that I hear a song that makes the world feel absolutely new, and it's true that it still happens.
My Livejournal's old enough to graduate college. It would've spent the last four years listening to music it never could've imagined, and in a density and intensity that's probably not going to come around again. And it's going to be listening to more music than it can believe.
To stay open and keep listening. To periodically get a reminder to keep hoping.
Signal Boost: Petra's "Support Food Banks Writing Offer"
Oct. 28th, 2025 06:42 pmride_4everpetra has posted that if you donate at least $25 in cash or food to a food bank at any point between now and the end of the Trump Administration, and you either share a fandom of theirs and want a drabble or poetry for that fandom, or if you want original poetry, comment to petra about your donation and they will write for you.For full details, including where to post your comment-of-donation and your writing request see their Dreamwidth post.