kissin' valentino by a crystal blue italian stream
Watching the Golden Globes wasn't anywhere near my plans last night, but Diego Luna and Gael Garcia Bernal went together and tweeted photos from the car, so obviously I was honor-bound to sit on the couch all night to see them in their tuxes. The only things likely to still be stuck in my memory years from now are Meryl Streep's speech, Diego Luna chastising the room in Spanish, and the absolutely ridiculous casual dismissal of black performers and creators and their work by white presenters. (The last is a perpetual memory of almost all awards shows!)
Sunday nights are supposed to be for taking stock of the past week and setting out a plan for the week to come in the bufo (what I'm calling my faux-bullet journal because it's not a bujo and also I can't stop saying bufo! all the time, a leftover symptom of my last trip to Florida when horrible loud screaming murderfrogs kept me awake all night). So, obviously on the second opportunity of the year to do so, I did not. But as![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
dolorosa_12 reminded me, it's a faux-bullet journal, not a beat-yourself-up journal. So, adjusting those expectations a bit. I'd like to find some open calls for fiction and set some deadlines, but that would involve, you know, effort. Maybe tomorrow.
I did manage to get a surprising amount of day job work done today. Mostly because I made up my mind to ignore it all and sneak in an hour or two of writing instead. Which backfired spectacularly. It's like a whole new level of procrastination! Very exciting.
Cool thing from Twitter: there's a new graphic novel treatment of Kindred out this week!
Also I'm way behind on the Snowflake Challenge this year, so here's a couple of days worth:
Day One: post a rec for at least three fanworks that you have created
Day Two: share a book/song/movie/tv show/fanwork/etc that changed your life
In an airport last year, I checked Twitter and clicked a link to an article that went into some detail about how climate change is accelerating, which was also discussed in a private Slack by a friend who is a climate scientist. And of course I was following the election, obviously, which had recently officially narrowed to Clinton v Trump. And then I boarded the plane, opened up my tablet, and started Octavia Butler's Parable of the Sower, which is set decades into the slow and total collapse of American democracy and the election of an autocratic demagogue, amidst catastrophic climate change.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA jfc. On the plus side, I felt energized by the incredible swell of panic and fatalism and futility it caused?
Sunday nights are supposed to be for taking stock of the past week and setting out a plan for the week to come in the bufo (what I'm calling my faux-bullet journal because it's not a bujo and also I can't stop saying bufo! all the time, a leftover symptom of my last trip to Florida when horrible loud screaming murderfrogs kept me awake all night). So, obviously on the second opportunity of the year to do so, I did not. But as
dolorosa_12 reminded me, it's a faux-bullet journal, not a beat-yourself-up journal. So, adjusting those expectations a bit. I'd like to find some open calls for fiction and set some deadlines, but that would involve, you know, effort. Maybe tomorrow.I did manage to get a surprising amount of day job work done today. Mostly because I made up my mind to ignore it all and sneak in an hour or two of writing instead. Which backfired spectacularly. It's like a whole new level of procrastination! Very exciting.
Cool thing from Twitter: there's a new graphic novel treatment of Kindred out this week!
Also I'm way behind on the Snowflake Challenge this year, so here's a couple of days worth:
Day One: post a rec for at least three fanworks that you have created
- Every Day Is a Reminder - a Calvin & Hobbes grow up fic I wrote for Yuletide in 2009. Okay, it's actually Calvin/Susie grow up fic. It's far and away the most popular thing I've ever written, by a factor of holy shit. There was almost no planning involved. The whole thing just fell out of my head into the keyboard over a day and a half.
- Let's Fell Our Withering Tree - okay, contrary to my thing on the friending meme, we will talk about this Big Bang Theory fic. I think it was my first attempt at a long(ish) apocalypse story! (Which definitely shows!) But I really like the atmosphere of it, which was almost entirely an attempt to capture the feeling of an Elvis Perkins album.
- Do What You Must - fic for Spy, the Melissa McCarthy action movie! It's pre-canon, and indulges my headcanon that Jason Statham's character is slightly less idiotic than he seems in the movie, which is almost entirely down to the fact that he's been super pining after Susan for years and can't stop acting like a total moron because of it.
Day Two: share a book/song/movie/tv show/fanwork/etc that changed your life
In an airport last year, I checked Twitter and clicked a link to an article that went into some detail about how climate change is accelerating, which was also discussed in a private Slack by a friend who is a climate scientist. And of course I was following the election, obviously, which had recently officially narrowed to Clinton v Trump. And then I boarded the plane, opened up my tablet, and started Octavia Butler's Parable of the Sower, which is set decades into the slow and total collapse of American democracy and the election of an autocratic demagogue, amidst catastrophic climate change.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA jfc. On the plus side, I felt energized by the incredible swell of panic and fatalism and futility it caused?
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...yeah, that Octavia Butler story sounds way too close to home. o__o
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And yeah, that Butler story is too on point, probably. But I love your description of:
On the plus side, I felt energized by the incredible swell of panic and fatalism and futility it caused?
Ahahahahaha, indeed!! Hee!
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