There are lots of things I could talk about. Like, the stuff that everybody talks about. You know, the music*, the dude, the other dudes, THE NIGHT A STORM LITERALLY BLEW THE BIG MAN INTO THE BAR†, the LA years, &PATTI;, the political stuff, the butt, the guns, the night he crotched the world... crotched the whole world right in the face, that video in the sewers that had me loling for sixteen days straight‡, John Simm, the nostalgia, blah blah.
Instead I'm going to operate under the assumption that you're already in love with Bruce Springsteen, because why wouldn't you be, honestly, and you know all that stuff, and tell you about the night I fell in love with him.
I mean, I can actually pinpoint it, even if the shift where we all collectively lost our shit about him for seventeen pages is gone. BUT then someone posted a version of this and. AND:
Kragen explains, “The night before the recording session [for "We Are The World"] I was at the American Music Awards rehearsal and was told by one of the managers that the ‘rockers don’t like the song, it’s too pop for them and they don’t want to stand on the stage next to the non-rockers. They don’t think it’s a good image for them. So they’re leaving and not doing it anymore.’ But by the time the recording session came around, they had changed their minds. Later I found out they had gone to Bruce Springsteen, who had told them he was going ahead with it, as he was there to feed people and save lives. And at that moment they reneged on their threat to walk out.”I MEAN. UGH, dude, what ARE you.
The recording session for “We Are The World” took place Jan. 28, 1985, the same night of the American Music Awards ceremony.
As each artist made their way afterwards to the A&M studios on La Brea Avenue, limousine after limousine pulled into the studio lot, except for one specific artist Kragen was surprised to see.
“This crowd started to form” remembers Kragen, “and soon there was a big crowd around the entrance gates of the studio. I was at the gate and looked through the gates and saw this commotion in the crowd and this guy pushing his way through the crowd. He gets to the front gate, looks up to me and I realized it is Bruce Springsteen! And he says to me, ‘Man I got a great parking space right across the street in La Brea.’ He had driven himself there, parked the car himself and made his way through the crowd.”
(blank days still available to claim)
* my favorite album is NEBRASKA**
** my other favorite album is THE WILD, THE INNOCENT, AND THE E STREET SHUFFLE***
So, via inlovewithnight:
Pick a date below and give me a topic. It can be anything from fandom-related to irl to pizza preferences to whatever you want.
They will probably be brief, or not, depending on the subject.
Also, I reserve the right to decline prompts that I don't feel equipped to meet.
Topics: you can get an idea from my tags/from the stuff I usually ramble about/from things you maybe wish I talked about more but don't.
December 02: One of the Many Times I Completely Failed at Self-Care; for me
December 03: Bruce!; for inlovewithnight
December 04: Kdramas; for odyle
December 06: Masterpiece; for Kacey
December 07: Heechul and his backup dancers/singers; for teinte
December 09: Elvis Presley Alternative Realities; for jazzfic
December 10: Will Graham; for lulabo
December 11: Tell me about your favorite book when you were a kid; for galfridian
December 12: Speak to me of Misfits, o ishling one; for notalwaysweak
December 13: A beginner's guide to the cats who let me live in their house; for damalur
December 14: How My Cats Would Likely Handle the Apocalypse; for jazzfic
December 17: Joe Biden; for sohotrightnow
December 19: PEGGING MAJORS; for damalur
December 20: Why Stupid Sports Movies Matter; for jazzfic
December 23: What annual events (other than your birthday, Thanksgiving, and Christmas) do you look forward to and why?; for notalwaysweak
December 26: Do you do anything in particular the day after Christmas?; for notalwaysweak
December 29: Sansa Stark; for sohotrightnow
December 30: Important Touchstone Books; for teinte
December 31: Haymitch/Katniss (because I'm still proud that you ship this); for galfridian
He bowed, his braid falling free to dangle over one shoulder. The girl's skin darkened with a fast-moving blush.
"Wait!" she cried, hurrying around the desk to pluck at the sleeve of his robes, and pressed something small and smooth into his open hand.
Reflex had his fingers grip it tightly before his brain had a chance to react. His breath caught in his throat; panic started to tighten his chest. He stepped away from her, quickly, already reeling. Her fingers were hot against his skin, almost scalding, as though she were burning inside.
"It's for luck, just, just keep it with you, please, Gatherer. Remember me."
Okay, I don't know how many that is. It isn't six! Lol counting.
Now someone hypnotize me into believing these gift fics aren't total shit so I can get them done okay thanks.
(ALSO a plea for alternate history novels? There was some asinine Tea Party asshole tweet today that suggested Obama in 1875 would have avoided native relocation and genocide as though that were a bad thing, which of course has me dying to read anything in the alt-history vein.
We watched all of the Bob's Burgers that's on Netflix this weekend. Sweet merciful God, this show is so funny. I love it so much. SO MUCH. I can see why Tina is fandom's collective avatar but god do I wish I were Louise Belcher.
Yuletide and Saturnalia are both still in the planning stages. Trying to let some plot things percolate in hopes that the corners they get backed into can resolve themselves before I get there. Shhhh, it makes sense. I'm going to try NaNo again, too, for no good reason.
Work is equal parts exhausting and invigorating and irritating. If you're not on Twitter, you've missed my continuing and growing obsession with Flat Voice, who sits near me and is a welcome distraction. He is the epitome of banality. HIS VOICE IS SO FLAT. HE DRIVES AN INEXPLICABLY HOT CAR. ONCE HE CALLED A STORE TO MAKE SURE THEY HAD A SINGLE BAR STOOL IN STOCK. JUST ONE. Just the one. He sits in his basement bar on his single stool and looks at the plain off-white wall and the small poster of the dogs playing poker and drinks a lemon-lime soda. Diet, of course. I won't hear any different.
(In case you want to skip to the good stuff, in no particular order:
KING CREOLE | BACK TO THE FUTURE | SUN RECORDS RPF | GOLDEN BRIDE | 14TH CENTURY RPF | GREEK MYTHOLOGY)
Here's my annual blanket ( LIKE/NO LIKE thing: )
But anyway. I'm ishie on AO3 if you want to see my fic and past gifts (♥♥), there's older stuff on ishieland too, and a terribly organized pinboard and a tumblr that might make you cry with how disjointed and capslocky it is.
If you have questions that this letter doesn't answer, probably the Yuletide mods are the best way to go? But you could probably also ask andthenisay!
OKAY REQUEST TIME *request dance*
( KING CREOLE (1958) )
( BACK TO THE FUTURE (Movies) )
( SUN RECORDS RPF )
( GOLDEN BRIDE (TV 2007) )
( 14TH CENTURY CE RPF )
( GREEK MYTHOLOGY )
Lord, this is the longest letter ever. I'm so sorry. Have fun! You'll do great!
I need help dropping one of these.
- 14th Century RPF: Anne of Bohemia, Isabella of France, Joan of England, Philippa of Hainault -- we get all kinds of junk about their husbands/fathers/sons/brothers. I want stories about them, especially about having to leave their homes to marry strangers, especially Joan of England, who died on the way (one of the first English victims of the Black Death :( )and was only 14 or 15 years old at the time.
- Greek Mythology: Demeter, Eileithyia, Hades or Hestia, Persephone -- I haven't actually articulated this yet so blah blah loss and choice vs perception of choice and life and progeny and blargh.
- Arthurian Mythology: Elaine of Corbenic, Elaine of Garlot -- givin' no shits 'bout no Arthurian duuuuuudes, except how they tie the Elaines together (I FORGOT TO NOM ELAINE OF ASTOLAT AND ELAINE OF BENOIC D: D: D:), I have even less idea about this one so I think I want to write it more than I want to read it, but. I want to read it.
All my requests aren't this boring or sad. Maybe.
I'm taking the plunge and submitting a couple of original fic and poetry things to journals aaaaaaauuuuuuuggggghhhhh. I'm clicking send. I'M DOING IT.
Unrelated, this month's the one-year anniversary of losing my job, and my car is now finally 100% paid off so I can almost afford COBRA every month without slipping further into debt, but I still really want to get on a permanent job somewhere so I can stop fucking paying for COBRA before it runs out. And I had a meeting about the new job they're pushing me into at work, and last night and all day today I had such incredible panic attacks I thought I was going to die! Ahahahahaha :( The good news is that I found two sure-fire coping tricks: reading Courtney Milan romance novels and ... listening to Hannibal eps. IDEFK.
So why not do that ( AO3 meme going around )
Taste Them In My Teeth: Hannibal; female!Hannibal Lecter; 2700 words
Now to ... Uh. Words will magically show up in the rest of my WIP folders now, right? :D?
- I really need to get back to cooking on a regular basis & carrying lunches to work. Anyone have freezable/portionable recipes they like?
- BOOKS REC ME BOOKS I HAVEN'T READ ANYTHING IN SO LONG (but I started the Grisha trilogy tonight and it's really great!)
Uh, let me know if you want the URL? It's literally clicking on stuff and staying on one page, no ads, no gimmicks, no telling me how to fix my goddamn messy-ass jQuery (unless you want to tell me how to fix my jQuery? WHY ISN'T IT WORKING)!
Does anyone have links for (or can anyone upload?) Hannibal 1x04 Oeuf (KORSUB OR BUST) or GOT 3x05 there? I managed to pull a 500mb backup of my research file from there today so at least it works! NOTHING ELSE DOES.
This vacation is THE SHIT, though, you guys. I fucking love it. I have seen maybe four people in four days? I've eaten like a normal person who doesn't live on fast food. I have written like 14k (of terrible horrible crap but) FOURTEEN THOUSAND WORDS OF MURDER DRAFT AKA HOW DID THIS ROMANCE NOVEL GET IN HERE \o/ \o/ \o/ I have made it through the first half hour of Jailhouse Rock for the umpteenth time in NEAR-RECORD TIME (it's REALLY difficult to watch it all at once because Elvis is such an adorable dipshit in it oh my god. OH MY GOD. Like, at some point in my life I will maybe be able to watch it in one go but it's highly doubtful. Also he keeps licking his lips, so. SO). Aside from that and Lilo & Stitch the other night, I have actually not really listened to any media at all though. Like. Birds, trees, wind, rain, the hot tub (which sounds like waves at the ocean so A+++++++ ALL THE WAY AROUND THERE), cars on the road at the bottom of the mountain, weird pinging noises on the screens all night, things dropping on the roof in the dark, popping and cracking noises in the kitchen IT'S LIKE THE BEST AMBIENT NOISE GENERATOR RUN THROUGH A HORROR MOVIE SFX SESSION I FUCKING LOVE IT.
Also, I'm pretty sure there was deer piss on the driveway this morning? That or a creepy mountain man dude with some tragic body chemistry was hanging out peeing on the gravel in the middle of the night. Either/or.
Okay, yeah, I've also spent a hilarious amount of time just lying on a couch doing nothing, and today I actually was trapped in my car for a while by wasps (PROBABLY THE SAME WASPS I'VE BEEN USHERING OUT OF THE CABIN ALL WEEK) and there have been hairy slugs and a giant wolf spider and more caterpillars and centipedes than I've probably seen in the last ten years combined, but I've also seen TWO WILD TURKEYS just RANDOMLY WALKING AROUND ON THE SIDES OF ROADS and there are sheep and cows of a totally different variety to what we have at home and this place looks like I'm back in friggin' Scotland, I swear to god. CAN I MOVE HERE AND OF COURSE YES I CAN BUT WHEN.
Uh, but anyway. Sendspace links? I tried ... places, already. I NEED TO SEE THE HOUND AND JAIME AND BRIENNE AND SANSA AND HANNIBAL AND BLOOM AND GRAHAM I NEED TO.
(I had sugar for the first time since Friday today :D :D :D :D :D)
After researching all year I'm down to two choices. Which should I get?
Droid 4 -- two generations newer version of the phone i have now, with slide-out keyboard (*_*)
Samsung Galaxy S III -- big screen, i don't remember why else i want this but it's survived every round of winnowing choices so good job advertisers
Other, in comments -- don't bother saying iphone, i don't want an iphone
Aren't you tired of putting the ticky box option in every single poll?
TICKY BOX >:(
So instead here's the first lines of all my in-progress/stalled stuff because that was a thing that I saw going around or possibly that I made up and we'll pretend any of these will be finished ever!
- The thing is, no one is supposed to actually give a damn about what is or is not—or was, or was not—potentially ever happening inside Amy's uterus.
- Sansa all but floated from the gallery, hope taking wing in her once more after being so long stifled.
- The Wolfswood gave way abruptly to a cleared field less than a day's ride from Winterfell.
- The water was warm, even after sitting overnight in the chilly seaside air, and sour.
- In the grand scheme of things, following someone you hardly knew and could barely stand halfway across the state to take them up on a job offer was ... a pretty great idea?
- It was supposed to be different in Honeyhall, and it was, until tonight.
- The wood took the spark and ignited, curls of smoke winding up through the thick, humid air.
- New York City was... It was dirty, was what it was.
- "My dear boy, you didn't think I'd allow anyone else to dictate terms to me, did you?"
- Sam was neck-deep in the pool, treading water and blinking chlorinated drops out of his eyes as Mandy King stretched her arms over her head and bounced on the high dive.
- The days got longer and the sun brighter, but nothing burned off the cold.
- The bend of the creek was still warm from the sun where Ruth waded in to wash the blood from her legs.
PS: E L V I S