from jennytork

Haven't done one of these in a long time:

Rules: Using only song titles from one artist/band, cleverly answer all fifteen questions.

Pick Your Artist: John Entwistle

Are You A Male or Female: Peg Leg Peggy
Describe Yourself: Now I Was Just Being Friendly
Describe Where You Currently Live: Heaven and Hell
If You Could Go Anywhere Where Would You Go?: Made in Japan
Your Favorite Form of Transportation: Roller Skate Kate
Your Best Friend Is: Whiskey Man
You And Your Best Friends Are: What Kind of People Are They?
What's The Weather Like: I Believe in Everything
Favorite Time of Day: Sleeping Man
If Your Life Was A TV Show, What Would The Title Be: To The Chop
What Is Life To You: Gimme That Rock 'n' Roll
Your Relationship: What Are We Doing Here?
Your Fear: Nightmare

Feb. 27th, 2015

And the list grows smaller by one.

RIP Leonard Nimoy.

current Na'vi vocabulary

I'm like a lot of geeks; there's a certain atavistic pleasure in immersing oneself into a fantasy world, and one of the best ways to do it is to learn one of the created and extant languages produced for a film/TV series/book series. Elvish, Klingon, and my current fancy--Na'vi. I love the way it sounds and the challenge of some of the pronunciations (though I'm destined to have a fairly significant speech impediment since I can't roll my Rs). After mimicking the lines from the film I've been poking around a little at and, downloading the dictionary and some of the materials, practicing a little. It's nice to essentially learn a foreign language without the pressure of tests, being able to set your own pace without pressure. True, not having anyone to speak it with is a downside, but for me it's not about that. I want to be able to tell someone off without them knowing. ;)

So at this time I can, reliably and fairly fluently, say the following in Na'vi:

I see you.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Please forgive me.
Well done/good job.
Not bad.
Pay attention!
Keep up!
Why me?
What are you doing?
These sky people!
His alien smell fills my nostrils.
That moron's going to die.
Warrior, don't be afraid, warrior! (mocking)
This is a matter for the tsaikh.

Oct. 17th, 2014

Hello hello to anyone visiting because you heard my annoying voice on the most recent Zilch! podcast! My creative works are all on my website and AO3 page, which are linked on my profile page (just scroll down past the picture of the Greatest Bass Player in the World) or you can email me at whistlerymes at if you have any questions.

But I'm feeling much better now. ;)

Sep. 17th, 2014

I have moved. For the first time in my life I am living somewhere other than my parents' house. It feels very strange, and yet very good.

Sep. 3rd, 2014

My job is in criminal records; namely that I process criminal record searches for people trying to get jobs. Most of the time I just see the bare-bones facts--dates, charge, level (felony or misdemeanor), and sentencing, since most county online sites don't provide the actual court documents unless you order them.

However, sometimes we conduct searches through the court clerks themselves, and in many cases they just send us a copy of the file which does give all the gory details. Most of the time I skim these--it sometimes has a voyeuristic feel. This time I didn't.

"When [defendant] was asked what happened to his son TJ, he replied that on [date], he had shaken his child twice while the child was crying and then proceeded to shake TJ an addition six times. [Defendant] went on to say that he dropped TJ and TJ struck his head on the fireplace hearth. [Defendant] also state that because TJ was crying, he had shoved a pacifier into the child's mouth and it went in so far that he had to dig it out with his finger. In addition, [defendant] stated that he was feeding TJ with a metal spoon and stuck it so far into TJ's mouth that the child began to choke. [Defendant] also disclosed that he took TJ's arm and put it behind his back and pushed it up trying to get him to stop crying.

"TJ was examined by emergency room personnel at the Carbon County Memorial Hospital. The examination revealed a fractured skull, several deep bruises to the infant's body, and a lacerated tonsil."

TJ, according to the docs, was SEVEN MONTHS OLD.

I cannot fathom doing that to a baby, and I'm only thankful that with any luck TJ doesn't remember any of it. Anyone who would do that to a baby, who can't understand and whose only communication is crying, is sick and fucked up and never should be allowed around any children or helpless beings. Put this fucker in a room with a full-grown bear and let him try that shit then.

He's lucky I wasn't that kid's mom.

Aug. 11th, 2014

I wish I could be more eloquent, since I've written eulogies, and words are my love and passion and one true skill.

But right now I am beyond eloquent. My heart is shattered, my thoughts scattered, my soul aching.

There are few people who have had nearly as much an influence on my life as Robin Williams. Who have fed into and shaped my life and sense of humor. And, in a way, he's responsible for my writing career, since it really was him who kick-started the mania that continues to this day.

He was the first crush I ever had, my first look into the longing and angst that comes with it. In Hook he was quite simply the most beautiful man I'd ever seen, and my affection and attraction never went away.

I am just lost; I know in time my feelings will channel into fond remembrance, but right now I'm too numb to think.

Jun. 2nd, 2014

Doberman: I don’t know about you, Carl. You live in a good place, your dad’s got a good business with the Caddies there. You’re getting to be more of a punk every day, you know that? Let me ask you something: you got some driving need to louse things up for yourself?
Carl: I got a driving need to be left alone, okay?

I came across this article earlier today and it’s been pissing me off ever since. And thankfully, unlike some of the things that piss me off, I can articulate why, and just so it doesn’t eat at me, I’ll do so.

First of all, one of my BIGGEST peeves: “I admit that I did not watch the entire thing, but certainly enough to catch the gist.” Of course he didn’t tell readers just where he stopped, so for all we know he watched just a few minutes and turned it off.

You cannot offer a truly educated opinion on something unless you view/read/take in the WHOLE FUCKING THING. Anything else is just uneducated drivel. Now, this does not include people who say “I had to turn the movie off halfway through because I hated it. Reasons XYZ are why I couldn’t watch any more.” It’s people who say “Yeah, I only read half the book but I’m going to tell you about the work as a whole anyway.” I stopped reading Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell after about a hundred or so pages because I just couldn’t slog through any more of it, so I do not therefore try to offer an opinion on the book as a whole.

I clearly didn"t lose my taste for analysisCollapse )

May. 21st, 2014

No, I haven't aired my thoughts on the end of this season of Supernatural. Nor am I likely to. Right now my thoughts are too fragmented, too scattered, too raw. Also, years of being an academic make me slow to offer critique or analysis without time to fully take it in.

Also, with something like this ending I need more. It's impossible for me to put things into any kind of coherence without a larger context and in this case--a resolution or at least at close as you can get from Supernatural.

Right now I hate it; I feel like someone I know has died. But I also know not to make any rash judgments, because more than once--more times than I can count--the characters on this show have surprised the hell out of me.

Whether the writers will buck their trend and do the same remains to be seen.


In the meantime I'll let my AU continue to put salve on the burn.

May. 21st, 2014

Thought of a twist to the movie meme posted last week (yoinked from thursdaysisters, who yoinked it from cassiopeia7), only this one is the Top Ten Television Shows that right now at this moment sum you up, or would give someone else a good idea about you overall (all of mine start with S or M, which might be more about me than I want people to know):

In no particular order:

1. Supernatural. The show that has and continues to rip out my heart, throw it in a blender, and hit frappe, and yet keeps me coming back for more all because of two things: Dean and Sam, who I love as much as if they were real people in my life.

2. The Monkees. Need I say more?

3. Star Trek (the Original Series). Didn't get into this one until later but the original bromance/slash pairing and adventure on the high seas--er, space pulled me right in.

4. Star Trek: The Next Generation. Despite my mother initially calling it a pale imitation of the original, this show, or rather the wonderful ensemble of characters stole my heart and they still haven't given it back, dammit.

5. Stargate SG-1. TV series based on a so-so sci-fi flick that went on for ten seasons and introduced the world to the awesomeness that is Colonel Jack O'Neill and the wonder of a galaxy of which most of humanity remains blissfully unaware.

6. Stargate Atlantis. Spinoff from SG-1 that had enough newness and character-drive to stand on its own. Also introduced the world to John Sheppard and Rodney McKay, probably the snarkiest slashy couple around.

7. Sherlock. It took me a while to come around but I'm glad I did. I've never really been a Holmes fan but with Benedict's and Martin's incarnations, how could you NOT? (Plus the fact the theme song and some of the in-show music makes me grin like a loon.)

8. Starsky and Hutch. It's amazing how, considering that I'm not a slash fan at all, how many shows/fandoms I'm into that have such a strong slash component, and this show is no different. However, I do enjoy seeing characters who care very deeply for each other in whatever context, and Sam and Dean Winchester have very clear derivations from this cop couple of the weird seventies.

9. Smallville. I enjoy superhero movies/shows and the origin stories thereof, and what could be better than a young pre-Superman Clark Kent? The soap opera aspects and angst could get annoying, but overall it's a fun show and of course had Jensen Ackles in it for a full glorious season.

10. Monty Python's Flying Circus. The best and looniest British comedy ever. Period.
"You would think that with the things they do that the Winchesters must have an enormous store of gratitude and appreciation from those whose lives have been saved through their efforts. Much to my irritation this is not always the case. I think that some people are so shaken by the things which they now know are real that they haven’t yet come to grips with things by the time we leave. Others have offered thanks with the knowledge that words aren’t enough, but they don’t know what else to do or say."

From here

May. 13th, 2014

Yoinked from thursdaysisters, who yoinked it from cassiopeia7:

Meme! Post 10 CRUCIAL CRUCIAL CRUCIAL-ASS movies, like the movies that explain everything about yourselves in your current incarnations (not necessarily your ten favorite movies but the ten movies that you, as a person existing currently, feel would help people get to know you) (they can change later on obviously).

1. Kill Bill. As far as I'm concerned THIS is Tarantino's opus. A bloody tale of revenge with the most dangerous being on Earth--an angry mother.

2. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. Hunter S. Thompson's savage journey into the heart of the American Dream brought to life, what the good Doctor himself described as an "eerie trumpet call over a lost battlefield."

3. Head. I've had the privilege of hugging on half the Monkees, but this movie was the thing that finally destroyed the cuddly image but showed that nothing can destroy the attraction.

4. Yojimbo. Toshiro Mifune as the original Man With No Name. A master samurai playing a town like a violin.

5. Apocalypse Now. One of the darkest films I've ever seen, one that haunts me, one I keep coming back to (and one I watched while completely whacked out of my head--something I've seen warnings NOT to do).

6. The Kids Are Alright. Not a traditional film-film, but it's ninety glorious minutes of the greatest live band on earth.

7. The Poseidon Adventure. You can keep Titanic, with its romance and angst and king of the world and hoo-hah. I'll take my ships upside down.

8. Predators. I've been watching Predators and Aliens since I was a little kid, and over the years I've gradually lost my sympathy for the human characters, and started rooting for the Predators.

9. Hook. Kind of the odd film in the list, but for some reason unknown to me even to this day, twenty-four years later, this film grabbed my imagination and kick-started the nascent writer in me. I haven't stopped writing since.

10. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. My first foursome (get your minds out of the gutter). The first group of four guys who took over my life, who jump-started my lifelong interest in the martial arts.

Apr. 30th, 2014

Welcome to The End of Freedom. Oh, Freedom started dying a long time ago, even if you can reasonably argue that it was just a myth and has never really existed except for those who are either rich or outlaws. There have been brief moments in time and locales where it showed up for a little while, before the jack-booted thugs of Authority rushed in to stomp it out as quickly as possible. These days the thugs have two heads—Authority and Corporate Interests. Oil companies pushing for taxes on people who have the nerve to think that they’re entitled to get energy for free from the sun. Corporations buying up all the water on Earth that they can and poisoning the rest so that they can sell it back to us for $1.99 a bottle.

And now, drug testing. Which is not new, don’t get me wrong. I had to take a drug test in order to get my job. However, there’s a big difference between taking a drug test for a job that involves handling sensitive personal data that, for someone with a serious drug habit in need of more money than a paycheck provides would be a Temptation that would make the Tree of Knowledge look like a sapling, and drug testing every single student in a high school. That’s right, every one. Not just ones who show signs of substance abuse or who show changes in behavior, etc., but every kid. (And to the bleating morons who say that as private schools they’re within their rights to do so, you’re technically correct but a long fucking way from being right.)

School officials claim it’s a “wellness initiative” (which tips one off immediately that this is Corporate Nonsensespeak) meant to reach students “who are using or abusing illegal drugs and prescription medications with the appropriate assessment, counseling and treatment – and to keep other students from experimenting.”

They also claim it’s because of the “heroin epidemic in Northeast Ohio” (which, Richard Pryor reminds us, means that it’s affecting white people). I wonder indeed just how many hardcore heroin addicts they estimate are in the ranks of well-off, white Catholic high school students.

Another claim, that it will “give students a useful tool to wield against societal and peer pressure.” That it “gives a kid a legitimate chance to say no.” As if kids aren’t perfectly capable of telling their friends to fuck off without having to use a drug test as a shield.

In addition another school district is considering testing all students who drive to school. Because why not? It’s not as if that would be a complete overreach into the private lives of their students; in this, the Ill Year of Our Lord 2014, students don’t have any rights, on or off school grounds.

This is of course what our owners want us to think. “It’s all for the children, for the good of the children, children children children. Give up your rights and the rights of your progeny into perpetuity for the illusion of safety and the empty promise that if you do these things nothing bad will ever happen to you.”

If you’re one of those Americans who is perfectly okay with giving up civil rights and personal privacy in the name of “safety” this probably seems like no big deal, or you’re thinking “if you object to this you must have something to hide,” or “it’s worth it to protect the children.”

And if you believe it, you must truly be on some magnificent drugs yourself and if you are I want some of them.

It’s not about drugs. It’s about control. That’s it. That’s what our owners want—control over everything and everyone, and they know it’s wisest to get people started younger and younger to get them used to the increasing invasions of their rights, liberties, and bodies at the demand of the state (which, these days tends to be corporations as much as any government as the line between the two continues to blur with alarming rapidity).

A few of the things that make this obvious:

1. “This is about deterrence – it’s not about catching anybody.” The cognitive dissonance in this one phrase is staggering and George Elder should be ashamed to have uttered it. By the simple fact of testing you ARE “catching” people. And anyone who’s been at least moderately conscious for the last forty years knows that drug testing is USELESS as a deterrant, as useless as abstinance-only sex ed. The schools would be better off spending their money (side note: this hair testing is apparently very expensive, moreso than other kinds of drug tests) on educating kids with useful information about drugs and their effects and consequences. But that would be effective and wouldn’t let the schools catch kids so they can “help” them, and also wouldn’t justify the money going to the drug testing company, whose president is brothers with the principal of one the schools in question, CONFLICT OF INTEREST MUCH??? Not to mention that their claims that it’s not about punishment is as empty as some of their heads; testing positive creates a paper trail and could lead to the very consequences these morons claim they’re not interested in.

2. “We got less than 1 percent [positive tests] the first year and every year after.” So why this sudden move to test everyone if the number is tiny and remains tiny? They even pointed out that they’ve drug tested in the past at the request of concerned parents—so would that not make it completely unecessary to test everyone?

There are mixed reactions to all this, but the willingness for even some of the students and parents to go along with this rubbish is dismaying to say the least. One would hope for a better world where parents and students would absolutely refuse to submit, but this will never happen. Americans’ heads are too full of the crap that Authority has been shoving in there, trying to see just how far they can go, whittling away at liberty by increments until the next assault seems to make sense.

Review of 9x20: Bloodlines

Not really going to do a full review; this and the comments at the bottom pretty much say everything I want to say about this hot mess, but I added a comment to the mix anyway:

Back door pilots work so rarely; it just reeks of "hey, this is popular so we need to spread it around as much as humanly possible for maximum profit!" I think Happy Days was the most successful in spinning off shows from the original, but that's because they took genuinely interesting/funny characters and gave them a strong enough set of legs to stand on. This episode reminded me so much more of The Coltons, which was supposed to be a spin-off from MacGyver, and they did the same thing as they did here; did the pilot as an episode of MacGyver, viewers tune in to see what they want to see (Richard Dean Anderson in all his mulleted glory), and instead they get two seconds of Mac and a whole show of weak characters that no one cares about--not interesting enough to carry a show by themselves. I think this was an example of that--I was bored and couldn't muster enough interest to care about any of these people, and it's like "I watch this show for Sam and Dean and Cas, not these pretty, lifeless people that I don't give a crap about!"

I'm just thankful that next Tuesday goes back to normal and I can forget about La Cosa Monstra as quickly as possible.

Feb. 24th, 2014

Being a fan of and being influenced by so many people whose work stems from the past is a hard thing to deal with, knowing that all of these people will--provided my life continues into old age--be gone during my lifetime. With the passing of Harold Ramis it occured to me just how staggering this list truly is:

Peter Townshend
Roger Daltrey
Michael Nesmith
Peter Tork
Micky Dolenz
Paul McCartney
Ringo Starr
Dan Aykroyd
Bill Murray
Robin Williams
John Cleese
Michael Palin
Terry Gilliam
Terry Jones
Eric Idle
Rick Moranis
Dave Thomas
Joe Flaherty
Eugene Levy
Andrea Martin
Martin Short
William Shatner
Leonard Nimoy
George Takei
Walter Koenig
Nichelle Nichols
Patrick Stewart
Jonathan Frakes
LeVar Burton
Gates McFadden
Michael Dorn
Brent Spiner
Marina Sirtis
John Larroquette
Harry Anderson
Alan Alda
Mike Farrell
David Ogden Stiers
Christopher Lloyd
Richard Dean Anderson
Richard Moll
Ian McKellen
Christopher Lee
Sylvester Stallone
Arnold Schwarzeneggar

And it occurs to me just how few people that have moved me or touched me or inspired me entertainment-wise are my age or around my age. To my knowledge there's just four at the moment--Jensen Ackles, Jared Padalecki, Jason Momoa, and Benedict Cumberbatch. Sparse list.

So it's true in a sense that I know perfectly well how my neromancers on Earth feel.

Feb. 24th, 2014

Found out today that Harold Ramis passed away, and it's hitting me harder than I thought. I always admired his sense of humor, his ability to write such good and sometimes tastless humor, and of course for bringing the great Dr. Egon Spengler to glorious life. He said that he wasn't that good of an actor but I beg to differ. He had a way of stealing scenes in a subtle way, giving quirkiness to his characters that made them stand out. (I mean, who else could have delivered "That would have worked if you hadn't stopped me" to Bill Murray's "Egon, this reminds me of the time you tried to drill a hole through your head, remember that?" with such a straight face?)

He was also one of the smartest people in comedy, which was evident from listening to him in interviews and during DVD commentaries--his films might not have always won at the box office but there was obvious care and heart put into each of his works.

You can't claim to be a fan of the cream of 80s comedy without inclusion of a great deal of his best work, whether as the writer, director, actor, or a couple of each--Ghostbusters, Caddyshack, Animal House, Stripes, Meatballs, National Lampoon's Vacation, nor a fan of one of the best sketch comedy shows of all time, SCTV.

Add to that the fact that he was a good guy, unchanged by success, generous, and took the time to help others and be a mentor to the next generation of comedians, it makes this loss especially hard to bear.

God (or whatever) speed, Harold. You'll be missed, but certainly never forgotten.

from Wikipedia

"Critics of Holocaust denial also include members of the Auschwitz SS. Camp physician and SS-Untersturmführer Hans Münch considered the facts of Auschwitz 'so firmly determined that one cannot have any doubt at all,' and described those who negate what happened at the camp as 'malevolent' people who have 'personal interest to want to bury in silence things that cannot be buried in silence.'[148] Zyklon B handler and SS-Oberscharführer Josef Klehr has said that anyone who maintains that nobody was gassed at Auschwitz must be 'crazy or on the wrong'.[149] SS-Unterscharführer Oswald Kaduk has stated that he does not consider those who maintain such a thing as normal people.[150] Hearing about Holocaust denial compelled former SS-Rottenführer Oskar Gröning to publicly speak about what he witnessed at Auschwitz, and denounce Holocaust deniers,[151] stating:

I would like you to believe me. I saw the gas chambers. I saw the crematoria. I saw the open fires. I was on the ramp when the selections took place. I would like you to believe that these atrocities happened because I was there.[152]"

Dude, when even the NAZIs are telling you to sit down and shut the fuck up, that your denial is bullshit, you can't go any lower.

Feb. 4th, 2014

I should really post here more often, whether LJ dying is a reality or not. Guess I don't have much to say these days and I haven't been really up to long things, so here's a post I made to Facebook back on Dec. 14th:

No sense keeping it a secret, not that it ever was; in the coming year, 2014, I will be moving out on my own (well, not alone, stmatthew is coming with me, since she is the Watson to my Sherlock in the non-slashy sense, mind). I am going about this in the rational, sensible way, saving up money, establishing our budget, listing requirements (must allow cats and if they require declawing it's a NO GO, must be clean and done, i.e. no fixer-uppers since that's what I've been living in my whole life, the landlord isn't a psychopath), looking at places nearer to where we work, etc. It will take time and will definitely not happen until next spring at the earliest, where I will be using the winter to purge and consolidate my belongings, taking only the things I really need, shedding myself of much more than just physical items. I need change. I need to live on my own, own my life, and be in charge of things for once. I've never actually paid a utility bill. I've paid a lot of bills in my time, bought a brand new car on my own, been doing my own taxes the last few years, but Mom's always handled all the important stuff. So. I need to go to a place where I handle the stuff. It's the last big thing in my life that I've never done and I need to prove to myself that I can. I have friends, many of you, many of you who are younger than I am who handle these things all the time and I don't, and I need it to stop. So, I am doing the monumentally selfish thing and doing what's right for me, and I will be gradually detaching myself in the coming months and years and taking charge of my life. This is not a request for advice or assistance though I will need both in abundance, I'm sure, but I just want it out there that this is where my legendary focus has become fixed upon. I trust that all of you, my friends and family, who I hold dear even if I don't say it often enough, will be willing to help even if that help is expressions of good luck and warm feelings, which I always treasure, again, even if I don't say it.

Jan. 16th, 2014

He’d gone out looking for a drink or a girl or both, but Sioux Falls was not exactly Vegas, and the one bar he’d ventured into had been nearly empty and the bartender was two hundred pounds heavier and possessed of more beard than the kind of company he’d been looking for.

I has Blu-ray

So I have a blu-ray player now, my Christmas present from stmatthew. It's a nice Sony one, about half the size and weight of my former DVD player, and not only does it play blu-ray and regular DVDs (which look and sound even better on it) but it can also access the internet, so I can watch Youtube on my TV.

So all in all a pretty satisfying Christmas, considering that I didn't want much to begin with.

Nov. 18th, 2013

The last time the air had been so heavy and depressed had been after Karen died. How many weeks before he’d even gotten out of bed, much less done anything at all? The house, the yard, everything had gone to hell after that, even John never knew how bad, and of course Sam and Dean had always known Uncle Bobby’s as a cluttered junk yard, the state of which had always met with their approval.

But he’d kept it up as best he could, kept it just livable enough for himself and his guests could find their own damn places to sit. Truth was he kept it the way it was to keep regular people out and hunters in. People who needed a place to stay when the normal world started getting too close, people who didn’t mind the occult books piled waist-high or the guns lying around. It was, in its weed-strewn way, an oasis.

Nov. 14th, 2013

Can't believe I actually got here. All the times I sputtered and lost the momentum but nope . . . the road carried me.

Title: Time is Tight Part Three: What Lies Beyond
Author: Mich
Rating: R for violence/language
Genre: AU, gen
Spoilers: up through episode 1.22 Devil's Trap
Summary: Finally. The cabin in the woods. Sam, Dean, Jayme, and John. Where does the road go from here?

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Epilogue

Nov. 4th, 2013

Title: Time is Tight Part Two: What Lies Within
Author: Mich
Rating: PG-13 for violence
Genre: AU, gen
Spoilers: up through episode 1.21 Salvation
Summary: This is a short connective piece between parts one and three of this arc, which will coincide with the end of season one of the show and where this AU will take another significant left turn. This short fic touches on and around the events of the episode Salvation and provides a few flashbacks to fully lead into part three, which will hopefully be coming soon. Stay tuned!

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three
I recently purchased all six original Star Trek movies on DVD. It seemed like a good time since I have in the last few years acquired all seven seasons of TNG, DS9, and Voyager, both Star Trek reboots, and all of the TNG feature films, as well as owning all three seasons of TOS on DVD and the animated series. For me, Trek is complete, as I have no interest in Enterprise, at least for the time being. I tried to give that show a chance but none of the characters appealed to me, and it’s always been the hallmark of Trek for me that it has produced (along with its fair share of Wesley Crushers) truly compelling and iconic characters who grow into their own legendary statuses before our eyes.

I grew up with the feature films, being a child of the 80s and 90s, but my memories of the first three were fragmentary at best (the only thing I remembered about The Motion Picture is that I fell asleep twice during it and both times the fucking thing was STILL going on, and my only recollection of Wrath of Khan besides Spock’s death scene was those nightmarish earwigs). I had a copy of Star Trek IV I downloaded from iTunes, an mp4 of Star Trek VI, and Star Trek V on DVD; before I get hate mail on that last one, it was when I had this notion of collecting the films bit by bit and it was the only one at Half Price Books.

So considering you can get all six plus the Captains’ Summit (which if you haven’t seen it, get to YouTube NOW and look that shit up) together on DVD for less than thirty bucks, now was the time. I’ve been watching and rewatching mostly the first three films, familiarizing myself, and I noticed something that had gone over my head before, but time and years of schooling in literary and critical analysis have made me a good deal sharper than I was when I was ten.

I know that Kirk/Spock is the original slash pairing, and people have been putting those two together since before I was born. I’ve never been into it or any other slash/-cest pairing not because I think it’s icky/wrong, or because I want to rain on anyone’s good time, or because I’m anti-gay (let’s face it; if you listen to me talk for two minutes you’ll realize I’m anything but), but because it’s just not my bag. There’s nothing in it for me, personally, so I occupy myself with other things and let the slashers have their fun.

But with Kirk/Spock, even if you don’t extend it to sex, there is something much deeper than simple friendship or captain/first officer going on with them. You see touches of it in the series; for example, in Operation: Annhihilate! after Kirk has lost his brother and sister-in-law, and his young nephew is being kept unconscious to spare him severe, life-threatening pain, you can see his concern. But when Spock groans in pain? Kirk instantly snaps around as if the pain is his own. You can tell it’s agony for him to watch Spock suffering. And as much as he might care about his crew, you never see quite that depth with any other character, not even McCoy.

The films, at least once you get past the first one, take this notion and run with it. As dramatic and heartfelt and tragic as Spock’s “final” scene is in Wrath of Khan, and as wonderfully acted, I have to credit to Shatner here (and I am rarely given to do anything that will inflate THAT ego). When he runs to engineering, the scene intercut with images of the crew on the bridge staring in wonder at the newly-created Genesis planet, you know it’s bad before he does, but when he slides down that ladder and races forward, then stops, you’re watching someone’s heart being torn from his chest. It’s a deeply uncomfortable scene even as it’s also horribly beautiful—you can appreciate the acting skill and emotion while recoiling from the notion of watching someone’s world crumbling around him while he can do nothing to stop it.

Because that’s what that scene is. It’s beautifully done, with none of Shatner’s theatrics or scene-chewing; he barely says anything, letting his body do the talking—the lunge for Spock, the tenseness of fighting against McCoy and Scotty, the sagging, near-collapse when he realizes it’s too late. Keeping his body as near to Spock as he can, slumping along with him as Spock succumbs, ending in numbness, his body mirroring his best friend. There’s no screaming, no epithets, no pronouncements or pontificating (I sometimes wonder how it would have gone if Roddenberry had been running the show and I shudder). Just simple, unendurable grief.

Mirror that with the eventual end to the arc; Kirk alone on the rapidly self-destructing Genesis planet with Spock’s regenerated body. His crew has been beamed up to the Klingon bird of prey, and he’s alone, facing off against Kruge—hardly any comparison to Khan for a villain, but hey, you work with what you have. He’s made two major sacrifices to get to this point with the loss of his son and his beloved ship, but you get the sense that they’re wounds he’s able to bear.

After Kruge is gone, he staggers back to Spock, and the purgatorial/hell imagery is incredibly strong with the whole world literally coming to fiery pieces around them. (And for my money I love the image of Kirk clinging to Spock right as they’re beamed up, their postures almost shielding each other, and that really sums it all up.) And when you think about it, it is a journey through purgatory for them both, to be reunited and each gain back the better part of his soul. Scenes like this make me really wonder what would have happened in Supernatural’s third season if it weren’t for the writer’s strike that cut it short; if Sam had been the one to rescue Dean from Hell, where he never belonged in the first place.

But the cap to it all is the last scene, after Spock has been put back together, katra-in-body, and he’s led down the steps, hood up, walking right past the very people who faced terrible danger (and face possible court martial/prosecution) to bring him home—because remember, it wasn’t the intention all along to bring him back to life; they stole the Enterprise and went into restricted space just to get his BODY back. The idea of fal-tor-pan didn’t come up until they were on Vulcan.

Then he stops, and turns, and slowly walks past his shipmates, who look at him with wonder and hope, before reaching Kirk. The dialogue is sparing, and simple, but when Spock says the line about friendship watch Kirk’s eyes. They literally light up and you can easily imagine him having to keep the joy from exploding all over the place. He wants SO BADLY for Spock to be all right, to have his friend back. And you get that sense when Spock calls him “Jim” and the goofy Shatner smile comes out in full force. The broken, weary Kirk is gone with the restoration of yes, I’ll say it—the other half of his soul.

Oct. 22nd, 2013

SO happy that this one is done. When I started this AU I was really worried that I'd never make it this far; one thing Supernatural has helped me with, writing-wise, is how to weave things together into a long plot arc that spans multiple episodes/stories. Considering this one is taking an existing timeline and mapping out the ways it would change, my brain has been looking ahead, planning things out, and unfortunately in the past I've done that and lost my mojo to work on actually doing the work to get to that point. Thankfully with this one I'm still trucking along. Hopefully those of you reading (if there ARE any of you) are still with me.

Title: Time is Tight Part One: What Lies Behind
Author: Mich
Rating: PG-13 - R for violence
Genre: AU, gen
Spoilers: up through episode 1.20 Dead Man's Blood
Summary: From John's POV. In the midst of the hunt for the Colt, John Winchester has to decide how far to trust Delphinar's daughter now that the yellow-eyed demon is in his sights.

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine

Oct. 20th, 2013

When it comes to Supernatural, I am very much in agreement with this sentiment: "Building a story through television is (if you’re very lucky) a long and complicated process, and the writers are not omniscient gods. They don’t always know what plots will work down the line, and which ones will be the narrative equivalent of that week you wanted to be a ballerina. (Don’t lie.) I’m willing to cut slack."

Oct. 16th, 2013

Man, I really hate immature cowards who waste valuable internet space sending hateful messages to people they don't even know.

I'd get angry but with people that fucking stupid, man, what the hell's the point?

Sep. 29th, 2013

I guess it's a measure of how much my life has moved to other things that it's been a week since and I haven't posted yet.

Eulogy of a different sortCollapse )

Sep. 1st, 2013

Would any of you out there who read Stephen King and have read IT and Under the Dome, if there are any within LJ shouting distance, drop me a comment? I need some other heads to rap with.

Aug. 28th, 2013

ericadawn16, I had to take you off the flist temporarily; the multitude of posts with all the uncut videos and gifs was crashing the browsers on my computer and my phone (and I'm not someone who starts demanding cuts in comments). I'll re-add you once the posts have dropped down a little. :)

Jul. 1st, 2013

Title: A Bond of Fate
Author: Mich
Rating: PG-13 for implied violence
Genre: gen, Trio AU
Spoilers: Up through 1.18 "Something Wicked"
Summary: After a month of light duty, Jayme has to send her first regular-length report. But how do you explain a shtriga to another world? Told from Jayme's POV.

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four

Jun. 9th, 2013

The company I work for has a new softball team; we played our second game tonight. We lost, but we scored 14 runs to last game's 2, and one of those runs was scored by yours truly. I am definitely not a sprinter and tonight my body reminded me that I'm not 23 any more--I was rounding second base on my first run and felt something pull and burn in my leg. Good news is it's just a pull and not a tear, but methinks some daily stretching routines and some practice sprints are in the cards for the week.

May. 30th, 2013

I know I haven't posted in a while; combination of being busy, not too much to say, things to say that I don't want to revisit later, etc. LJ is slowing down, and I just don't have the heart for tumblr. Still can't figure out how to post to the damn thing either.

But in the interests of keeping LJ from sending me an email about an inactive account, I'm still here, still trying to write, still taking it day by day.

Apr. 12th, 2013

"This sucked. Here he was out in the middle of friggin’ nowhere in the dark, running around blind with maybe a neromancer out there who had maybe found Sam, who had been snatched by who-knew-what and—he stopped by a tree, taking a breath. Getting distracted could get you killed. He forced his mind to focus, ordering his eyes and ears to pay attention dammit and start giving him some information."

Apr. 11th, 2013

Not altogether fond of Russell Brand (though to be honest I've seen so little I truly have no basis for an opinion), but this piece of his really sums up my feelings about Margaret Thatcher (with time or motivation enough I'd love to transliterate it to my generation's Thatcher, Ronald Reagan, for whom I have as much affection as Brand does for Thatcher):

Apr. 4th, 2013

I tell you, this AU just keeps rolling along. Now I'm branching out--this one is not based on an episode. Veering a little darker in spots, fair warning. Nothing too crazy, though.

Title: Gimme Shelter
Author: Mich
Rating: R for violence/language
Genre: AU, gen
Spoilers: up through episode 1.16 Shadow
Summary: The trio take off for parts unknown to clear their heads. Jealousy leads to some unpleasant consequences for Jayme. This is an original story, not based on an episode.

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five

Mar. 30th, 2013

There's a certain psychological oddity to writing something, producing words from your own brain, your own plotline, you've been in control of it the WHOLE TIME, and then rereading what you've written and having it scare you.

The circumstances and details all came from my brain, my fingers have typed all the words, and yet right now I've been scanning over what I have so far (six thousand words in a few days, yay!) and found myself startled by the very creation of my own mind.

Mar. 20th, 2013

Not only is this fic done, but I'm already a thousand words into the next one. I'm ready to ride this horse as long as she goes.

Title: In For A Pound
Author: Mich
Rating: PG-13 for violence/language
Genre: AU, gen
Spoilers: up through episode 1.16 Shadow
Summary: The trio investigates a strange murder in Chicago, one that brings together Meg, daevas, John Winchester, and a neromancer.
Disclaimer: This story is based on the first season episode "Shadow" written by Eric Kripke. No monetary profit is being made. I've simply taken it and turned it sort of sideways.

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five

Mar. 20th, 2013

Being told you write well is good. Being told your stories are good is great.

Being told that your writing is keeping a reader up until 1 in the morning is a whole 'nother level of ego stroke.

Mar. 7th, 2013

I know I just finished a story last week, but apparently I have some serious marching orders because this stuff is just flowing out of me. I have to say that this is one that pulled out some very interesting things from the nether reaches of my brain. It's based on a not-great episode of SPN that I think has taken a different and dare I say better turn.

Title: Inside the Dark Heart
Author: Mich
Rating: R for violence/language
Genre: AU, gen
Spoilers: up through episode 1.15 The Benders
Summary: When Sam goes missing and Jayme goes after him, Dean finds out just how dark the heart of a neromancer can get.
Note: I know that The Benders is certainly not a popular episode by any stretch, and beyond my own sadistic ya-yas it’s not one of mine (beyond being the first time I really realized how powerfully these two had hooked me), but in this context it has to be covered. The catharsis in this case is necessary. I would ask that even if you despise this episode that you give this fic a chance. (A/N: the names of the roads are real and come from Google Maps when you home in on the real Hibbing, MN. No implications intended; I'm sure the people, if any, who live off the eastbound turnoff are real nice.)

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five

Feb. 26th, 2013

Okay, gonna try this here, see what happens. I may at some point actually try a drawing to show what Jayme looks like. Oh, and this is the finished and complete story from which I posted a few excerpts. ;)

Title: Faith In Something Bigger
Author: Mich
Genre: AU, gen
Warnings: none if you're familiar with the show
Summary: Takes place during the first season episode "Faith," then chucks a u-ey and goes off in its own direction. What happens when a rawhead meets an angry neromancer and Dean gets a little too close to the action?
Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Epilogue

another excerpt from my WIP

[Sam's] sleepy mind registered that besides the old sofa there was only one bed, and since he had just gotten up from the sofa . . .

Dean was on his side, his face firmly mashed into the rolled-up bundle he was using as a pillow. The blanket that covered the bed’s occupants was pooled around two pairs of legs that were nearly touching.

Jayme was curled up against his back, her face nestled between his shoulder blades, her hands drawn up under her chin. It was clear that she’d done it for warmth rather than from any romantic feelings, but a look of contentment was on her face just the same.

“Sam?” Dean said, his eyes opening. “What the hell is that behind me?” He started to move, Sam reaching out quickly and stopping him.

“Relax, it’s Jayme,” Sam said, letting go of Dean’s shoulder. “You were about to roll over on her.”

“And what the hell is she doing hugged up against me?”

“Keeping warm,” Jayme said. “This place doesn’t exactly have central heating.”

“Forgot what a light damn sleeper you are,” Dean said without rancor. “Put your eyeballs back in your head, Sammy. This isn’t the first time we’ve slept together.”

Jayme laughed, rolling away from Dean. “Fully clothed both times, Sam. Your brother makes a good heating pad.”

Excerpt from my latest in progress fic

"Living on the road had been the only life Sam Winchester had ever known until Stanford and Jessica, minus the odd times they’d landed for a few weeks or months in a stable place, just long enough for Sam to get some schooling in, to get settled just enough to make a few friends before being pulled somewhere else. It was a life that suited Dean just fine, but it had never sat well with him. He saw other kids, kids who went to houses that stayed put, that had mothers and fathers and bedrooms and kitchens and garages where the car went in and the door closed behind it. For years he’d longed for that life, to just be a normal kid who went to school and went home and had to deal with homework and nothing more frightening than bullies or pimples or who to ask out on a date. The ideal life. Normalcy."

Feb. 18th, 2013

Back home from the Columbus Who concert last night. I always knew that once I got to see them live (even if now they are The Two) it would be a once-in-a-lifetime, transcendent experience, and I was certainly not disappointed.

I can't give an in-depth, blow-by-blow account since that's not how I remember it. It's like trying to explain feelings that are beyond words. But I can say that anyone who says older rockers can't still put on an amazing show need to see Pete Townshend and Roger Daltrey in action. They even worked John and Keith into the show, integrating the Royal Albert Hall 2000 bass solo into 5:15 and Keith Singing Bell Boy, both of them so effectively that you had to look at the stage to know they weren't there.

Never thought I'd live to see the day, but I'm glad I did.

Feb. 11th, 2013

In addition to my writer's block going on hiatus, finishing the long-stalled second story in my series and moving on to the third (if anyone wants to read hint hint wink wink nudge nudge), this video is so awesome that it and the song used have both eaten my brain. I love certain Supernatural videos because they really encapsulate some of the reasons I love these characters so much, and this is one of them.

In other news we get a season 9! Wahoo!!

Feb. 9th, 2013

Okay, first it was the Supernatural episode with Robert Picardo (who also cross-contaminated my fandoms by being in Stargate SG-1 AND Atlantis but whatever).

Then I found out Robert Duncan McNeill (aka Tom Paris) directed an episode of SPN.

Then tonight I'm watching the Star Trek Voyager season 6 episode "Ashes to Ashes" and Kim Rhodes is in it.

NOW I'm sitting here watching a younger liberated Borg drone being reunited with his parents and the father is CROWLEY!

That's it! Game over! I'm going to bed!

Feb. 6th, 2013

For anyone curious or paying attention (haha), the golem from tonight's Supernatural episode?

That's how big Jayme is in her two-legged beast form. However, neromancers walk a good deal quieter than he does. ;)

Feb. 3rd, 2013

FINALLY finished Her Crazy Idea of Fun. This fic has been stuck for months and I finally got it done! Hallelujah! Now to finish the dozens more behind it! :P

For anyone who might care, it starts here, every chapter has a link to the next one at the bottom and all the chapters are linked on the Profile page.

Jan. 30th, 2013

"You're Winchesters. As long as we're alive, there's hope."


Jan. 28th, 2013

Got another chapter done for anyone who might be reading (still looking for a good fic community to pimp it to). Everything is at denrhyasa linked by chapter and title on the profile page and all the SPN fics have links to next chapters so you can start with chapter one and go from there.

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