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I've finally satisfied my urge to completely! go! bonkers! over tagging. Tagging with colons to form wonderful little straight subheading thingies on dw (I am very pleased with the multi-level list thingy), tagging for what I can see I might write - organization! ZOMG . (Sadly, not for this journal. I don't think I could stand going through that many entries, and suppose I added more tags! It would never end.) I realize I like this compartmentalization of stuff I anticipate will be unwieldy. I hate having all my writing scattered on my computer - they're in one folder, mostly, but chapters are split up, there's no way to tell what's going on, and they're all labelled differently.

Gravedigger scene from Hamlet. Just with more awesome.

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Edit to cut video, to spare flist.

Writing to-do list. Not including other things:
( Wherein I babble about my writing list. It's long, but I'm optimistic. )

Writing on all of them is piecemeal, but it's better than that READING ONLY after Nanowrimo.

I have finally, finally, finally found aida cloth. That is sold just as itself. Without the premade packages with more embroidery floss than I could ever use. *bounces* It's absurd how happy this makes me. This means--oh my God, I've been looking up patterns all day. Some of them look terribly old-fashioned, but there's other beautiful ones...

In other news, choir has started again (yay!) and we're doing some of Palestrina's music. Forget all the other pieces--I can't wait. It's like music history and choir are colliding! (They should, but they don't often enough.)

I dislike Twilight for many reasons, the stalking-is-love not one of the least reasons.

HOWEVER (and yes, this merits capslock), JUST BECAUSE MEYER'S VAMPIRES ARE NOT EXACTLY LIKE BRAM STOKER'S VAMPIRES, DOES NOT MEAN THAT THEY ARE INVALID. CAN WE DITCH THE IDEA THAT A VAMPIRE MUST BE EXACTLY TO SUCH SPECIFICATIONS? THEY'RE MYTHICAL.

Too many of the reviews focus on sparkling (heaven forbid anything sparkle, it must be too girly) rather than the actual problems in Twilight.


tl;dr. a change from an established trope doesn't mean a book's bad. zomg, people

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I love the views, I love the pristine and massive land reserves in the city, I love the size of the (and consequently goods/services available), I love the amount of sunshine, and I love the people who open and give when there's been a tragedy. (A few weeks ago, a young boy was killed by the LRT--when I went past the station later that week, I found piles of flowers and teddy bears and cards and gifts.)

I hate the snow that extends into June (I love snow, but not that late into the year), I hate the slowness of public transit, I hate the hilliness of some parts because cars and buses get stuck or slide down the icy slopes, I hate the fact that the City Council gets trashed by people all the time--I wish people'd be grateful, for once--and I hate the scorn that's often piled on top of my province (and city) for its oilsands.

There is a certain violent beauty in smashed glass. I was on the bus the other day and saw that a couple glass shelters had been shattered.

They are, I think, made of 'shatterproof glass' (the irony is obvious, but I'll leave that aside) and the pile of glass shards was brilliant in the sun. The pieces lay in little hills of razor-sharp glass; to handle the glass carelessly was to cut oneself. It was glittery and -- I hesitate to say it -- just beautiful, in a destructive, venomous way.

...and now that I've gotten this far, I'm looking back at the beginning, and wondering what the point of this was. I think I was going to lead up to a "beauty isn't docile" morale.



-In other news, despite my lengthy rant (which could stand a few more additions, but I'll restrain myself) that I made here about Diana Gabaldon's remarks about fanfiction (original and snark [if you're strapped for time, don't click the fandom_wank link: I did warn you]) I've taken down my Dragonfly in Amber fanfic. I was originally going to leave it up for sheer spite (some of those arguments are so rotten I'm sure only maggots could survive on them) but you know, it's her novel. And while she doesn't have any control over what I write or think, I'll take it off the internet because she hates it. Whatever. I hope someday she'll wake up and realize and at least modify her opinion. *sigh*