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Fandom, You Were Doing So Well, Too....

Seriously, fandom, seriously?

There's an ongoing debate because in some pre-production script, they referred to Monroe's character as "Eddie". It's never been mentioned on the show, so some people prefer "Monroe".

This is not a big deal.

And yet... people will make it one. In case you don't feel like following the link, you actually have people arguing that it's "disrespectful to the character" and they're less likely to give a fic a chance if it uses it--because, y'know, that's the true judge of writing.

But what really ticked me off was that I anonymously posted saying that if anyone had any prompts they'd really love to see filled, I would fill them. So I've been writing nearly all night and have actually written five stories, most at least 1000 words, and really my best to do quality work while working at the speed of light.

Everyone so far has been awesome, thanking me so much for filling it, saying that it's great, yadda, and then I get this:

If I could ask for something it would be for you to call him Monroe. :( Because I'd really like to share the Christmas joy.

It just seems really... ungrateful. You couldn't word it as, "I'd love to see this prompt filled, but could you use 'Monroe' instead of Eddie?". Or the fact that apparently she can't even read fics that use Eddie? Because there goes two thirds of fandom right there.

I explained to her that I usually use whichever the prompter used, but out of curiosity, I went back and checked--all but two of the fics I've written use Monroe!

I don't know. Just way to ruin the spirit of things, person. Thanks a lot for that, really.


I don't normally post activist stuff, but this is pretty important. If you haven't heard, SOPA is a new government bill coming up in the next week which will... well, this video will explain:

PROTECT IP / SOPA Breaks The Internet from Fight for the Future on Vimeo.

Long story short: we have lawmakers who barely understand the internet trying to regulate/censor it. Caught up? Good, you can protest here:


Twitter, Livejournal, Facebook--all of these sites are in jeopardy.

It takes two seconds to send an email, so please do.



My niece is in the hospital. I just had dinner with them last night and everything was fine, but apparently she's in excruciating pain now. The blood and urine tests were clean and the CT didn't show anything. They transferred her to the children's hospital.

Just--if you pray, pray for her; if not, just keep her in your thoughts, please.

I'll update as soon as I hear more.

The Dame's Name was Spelled T-R-O-U-B-L-E

And this, johns and janes, is how you open a hard-boiled detective story:

The man said: "McCary."

"No." I shook my head and started to push past him, and he said: "McCary," again thickly, and then he crumpled into a heap on the wet sidewalk.

It was dark there, there wasn't anyone on the street--I could have walked away. I started to walk away and then the sucker instinct got the best of me and I went back and bent over him.

I shook him and said: "Come on, chump--get up out of the puddle."

A cab came around the corner and its headlights shone on me--and there I was, stooping over a drunk whom I'd never seen before, who thought my name was McCary."

--Black, by Paul Cain

Also, I feel like I need a dictionary to read some of these:

"One of the guys," he growled over his beer. "What's she pulled this time?"

Steve shrugged and said: "I guess it's the usual. The torn-pajama act. Only there's a kickback this time."

"How come? You handling it, huh? Must be a nice cozy one."

Steve nodded. The big man blew smoke from his mouth. "Go ahead and handle it," he said.

"You don't mind a pinch here?"

The big man laughed heartily. "Nuts to you, brother," he said pleasantly enough. "You're a private dick. So it's a hush. O.K. Go out and hush it. And if it was a pinch--that bothers me like a quart of milk. Go into your act. Take all the room you want. Cops don't bother Jack Stoyanoff."

--The King in Yellow, by Raymond Chandler

So alongside, "Tell it to Sweeney", I'm adding, "That bothers me like a quart of milk" to the slang I want to bring back into common usage. Modern lingo just isn't as delightfully opaque as thirties slang was, sadly.


Me, Goth

Also, in case you were curious, This is what I look like with black hairCollapse )

It's kind of growing on me, actually.


Confessions of a Video Game Addict

I cannot express how much I want a PS3 right now, because Arkham City is coming out in five days and I have absolutely no way to play it.

... Or buy it for that matter, but really, it's a moot point because of the distinct lack of a PS3 mentioned above.


More TV Reviews--Some Spoilers Ahead

Most of these are spoiler-free, but I do rant on a bit in The Big C, so be warned.

AwkwardCollapse )

SeachangeCollapse )

Todd and the Book of Pure EvilCollapse )

The Big CCollapse )


Only Slightly Belated This Time--

Happy Birthday, feldspars!


Recipe for Awesome

I was reading an article recently about a new restaurant which opened in the Philippines called, "Van Gogh Is Bipolar". One of the concoctions mentioned in this article was called the "Courtney Love Potion". Unfortunately, it only listed the ingredients, not the measurements, so after some experimentation, I give to you my own version:

Courtney Love Potion

1 cucumber, peeled and diced
1/2 of a large mango, diced
5 mint leaves
1 lemon, juiced
2 tsp honey (I prefer the real kind, with the comb still in it, but I imagine regular will work fine)

1. Throw 3/4 of the cucumber, all the mango, leaves, lemon juice, and honey into the blender. Blend until still slightly chunky.

2. Throw in the rest of the cucumber and stir, then garnish with mint leaves.

3. Enjoy!

Calories: 155
Sugars: 31.9 g
Vitamin A: 22%
Vitamin C: 62%

Mine came out a yellowish-green which, uh, does not look appetizing, but I assure you that it tastes delicious.