The Icon Faerie

I just finished the first, very rough draft of my MFA thesis. 44/40 pages, literally 110%.

oh my god what is air.

So my mom ad I are watching Patrick Stewart in Macbeth on PBS, and my mom is getting frisky.

[23:21] tooth_fairy2003: He looks remarkabley buff in that shirt, for a man his age. What is his age? Is he married?
[23:21] Liz: Acting is surprisingly physical.
[23:22] Liz: And he's 70. XD
[23:22] tooth_fairy2003: My, my...
[23:22] tooth_fairy2003: I could use a sugar daddy
[23:22] Liz: LOL
[23:23] Liz: MY daddy might have something to say about that.
[23:23] Liz: I, however, am fair game.
[23:23] tooth_fairy2003: He's pretty buff himself
[23:23] Liz: I'll take your word for it.
[23:24] tooth_fairy2003: I used to watch you on Star Trek when I was a little girl is a great pick up line

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I don't actually have a smart answer for this one. I just wanted the stupidity to spread.

Excitement!

Awhile ago, there was a "send the book to a friend" giveaway for His Majesty's Dragon, which I participated in. YAY right? I figured worse case scenario is that my mom gets a free copy of the book (would have sent it to thinkatory but she'd already borrowed my copy of the first book) but there was a better case scenario! Apparently there was a chance to win a copy of the ~new book, Tongues of Serpents all autographed by Naomi Novik and everything. Which I guess I did, because I got a copy in the mail and everything.

So I get to read it now. \o/ I don't feel like such a loser now.

ETA: Ha. If you look at my bookshelf you can always tell at what point I got into the series, because while I'm catching up I buy paperbacks and the new books are hardcover because I can't wait to read them. XD

Interesting things. First there was an interview with Phoebe Strole (♥) about... well, things in general, but about her experience with Adam Rapp's new play The Metal Children which I kind of wish I'd jumped at seeing before I left New York. It's a good interview, but it linked to something I liked even more: an essay by Adam Rapp about his experience with censorship of his works and how that became The Metal Children:

In the spring of 2005, I received a call from Bruce Weber of The New York Times telling me he was about to travel to Reading, Pennsylvania, where my young adult novel The Buffalo Tree had caused a bit of a stir. The novel, published by Front Street Books in 1997, was a part of the English curriculum at Muhlenberg High School, and a young woman, purportedly “puppeteered” by a local Christian group, quoted passages from the novel containing sexual content and foul language in front of the local school board. The book was immediately pulled off of shelves, wrested from student hands, and all copies were banished to a large vault.

Mr. Weber told me there was going to be a town meeting to discuss the improper procedure implemented in “banning” the book. He said that the major players on both sides would be present, and he asked me if I was going to attend. This was certainly a shock to me. I couldn’t go. I was in Chicago and about to start tech rehearsals for the world premiere of my play Red Light Winter at Steppenwolf. We’d only had three and a half weeks of rehearsal, and I was directing. This isn’t much time to get things up to speed, and I told Mr. Weber as much. He called me from the meeting and put one of the students on the phone with me. She had apparently stood up in front of her community and offered her copy, which she owned, to the library so that other kids could continue reading the book. She was extremely excited to talk to me, and I was moved to tears...

One brave student approached a lectern, which was placed in the enter [sic] aisle of the church, and confronted the head of the school board, asking him why he felt he could make decisions about what kids were capable of processing with regard to sex and violence when he’d never even spoken to one single student and had little or no presence in the high school. About a hundred students stood up and cheered, and the hair on the back of my neck stood up. A standing ovation at the curtain call doesn’t even come close to what I felt in that moment.

It's an awesome essay, talking about how works have a life of their own after the author puts forth a finished product (I kind of get it -- I raise my eyebrows at how many reviews one of my stupid little Harry Potter fics has gotten in the last six months when I wrote it six years ago, and why people keep favoriting my only Firefly fic¹) and I love how this is a topic that is clearly close to his heart and experience -- I think that is what the best art is made of.


1 Not to compare my own fanworks to Adam Rapp's brilliance, of course.

Damn, what a week.

Tuesday, V took me down to the dealership in West Islip where I looked at a cute little Neon. I liked it, we haggled (well, V haggled for me, I'm just not that awesome) and I was supposed to have a test drive today, but when we got down there, he wasn't in because of the snow. I was a little bummed because there wasn't a call or anything to reschedule, so now I have to call first thing tomorrow.

Wednesday I went and saw Fuerza Bruta for class, and I hope to be able to put my thoughts about it on paper for class. It was... pure, amazing, beautiful spectacle. It was an environmental piece, so there were no seats. We moved around in the space as set pieces moved around us, there was dance, they came into the audience, we got wet, there was no plot, IT WAS AMAZING. Though the New York incarnation is not exactly like this, it's a pretty good montage of what was going on:



It was amazing. If it weren't seventy bucks a head (our class had a group deal for $35) then I would go back in a heartbeat.

Thursday I woke up and had the beginnings of a cold -- I still have it, but you know how it just hits you on that first day and you don't even want to move? Yeah. I didn't go to class and I called in to work and stayed here in the apartment. I got up this morning and figured I may as well go in whether there were classes or not because of the snow (there weren't), and so I worked a few hours to keep myself on track.

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BEN WHISHAW. HUGH DANCY.
HUGH DANCY. BEN WHISHAW.

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Something that makes me happy:



Aside from being at home, there isn't much. There are things going on, I mean, but I'm very mellow and lazy right now.

Also the w key on my keyboard doesn't want to work.

My brother's been watching Supernatural and I'd guess he's about halfway through the second season. My mom needs to start with season three which means Magnificent Seven, The Kids Are All Right and so on and so forth. AND THEN FOURTH SEASON. Bwahahaha. >_>

ETA: Okay, even better.

Minions did it! We got as high as fourth in Twitter's trending topics with #mishasminions. So in honor of the commandant's birthday, I have compiled a picspam of The Man, The Men, and the Angel. The pictures either came from misha-collins.net or shea, who has amazing logoless caps of some SPN eps. They all belong to their respective owners and Misha still belongs to himself. Can't have it all, I guess.



( I'm the one who gripped you tight and raised you from perdition. *LOVE* )