Dead men really do tell tales, only you can’t tell if they’re lying, because rotting corpses don’t have facial expressions, other than the one they died with.
This latest murder had put yet another spin on the increasingly complicated mystery I found myself immersed in. Obviously – perhaps too obviously? – Jason had murdered Mr. Gaust. Or perhaps he was trying to cover himself because he’d been set up, which would make sense if someone else in the organization knew or suspected he was an agent. There was one other possibility, and that was that he was planning on setting me up, and the gun being there was just for safe-keeping.
( My mind spun as I constructed a scenario in which I was a pawn that would ultimately be sacrificed for real. )
To make the "no-poo" transition easier I replaced shampoo with egg yolks.
Here is what I've been doing:
I throw two egg yolks into a little container and let it sink around for a little while.
I scrub my hair with water and do my usual routine.
After that I massage the yolk into my scalp and wait 15 minutes.
By then the yolk has hardened on my scalp, and I need to let my hair run under hot water for a few seconds.
I rinse it off well and wrap my hair in a towel.
I've read a handful of posts with some negative comments about this egg yolk routine, but so far for me it's been working fine. The yolk leaves me hair very soft and shiny.
However my hair is a little on the frizzy side.
I used to 'suffer' a lot from dandruff, but now that I stopped using shampoo I haven't had that problem.
My hair reaches my shoulders and it's quite wavy.
I wanted to know what I can do for the frizz to go away.
:)
About a month ago, the ladies that were suddenly taking over the church's Home Tour asked me to Decorate a 3' tall Christmas Tree for their silent auction. The money from the Tour and all the proceeds go to about a dozen different local charities. The OUR Center being a big benefactor, but there are also women's groups, children's support, and a bunch of other missions that we help out with.
Jet was on another origami kick, and he unwittingly dragged me along with him, and I decided to do the whole tree in origami ornaments, and do a knitted scarf in red as the skirting underneath. I think the tree's due tomorrow, and I'm still knitting, but the other bits can be seen in a little flickr album here. A few highlights were the umpteen piece dodecahedron, a couple of traditional Japanese chrysanthemum constructs with various types of stoppers, and some frogs and fishes for luck along with a few dozen traditional cranes in various types of paper.
Part of the insanity is that this morning John found out that our wireless hub had broken down completely. It was dead. We have a "only replace dead things" sort of policy right now for most of our big expenditures, and we only upgrade when we replace. The price on the N protocol wireless is now very, very good, so he simply replaced the hub. The upstairs computer is hardwired to our Internet connection. My replacement machine has the new protocol built in, and we only had to buy a plug in dongle for the laptop, so we're all good now, and the upload and download speeds are now phenomenal. I'm... amazed.
- Mood:
cheerful
Thanks!
--Lisa
Many of you are probably confused a the title of my post~ ^_^
well, check under the cut to find out wha the heck a "Takarazuka" is!
- Mood:accomplished
- Location:64110
- Music:http://www.last.fm/user/sidmuchrock
Last night I took a break from the embroidery to relax into the heating pad for a bit and then attack the mail-avanche in the foyer. Paperwork purged I went to bed with a flexeril and slept for 9 hours, finally waking up to a pup desperate for a walk. We've now had our 1.5 mile mosey and sniff and she's all crashed out on the living room floor.
I should make the guest bed, spend some time cleaning the sewing room, and head out to yoga, but the snoozing Ladybug has powerful sleep vibes.
I hope folks are having dry fun at the tourney today.
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But I have nothing to wear!
Not a huge problem, I can go shopping and buy something - assuming I can find something suitable and appropriate, that is. I'm a size 16-18 these days, so finding decent semi-formal clothing can be a challenge. Why do people think I should look like a house? I have a waist!
So, odds are good that I'll be sewing myself a dress. I've done such things in the past, but it's been a while. I can even adapt a pattern so that it fits me properly. However, I haven't got a dress form, so I'll be doing a lot of double-and-triple-checking for fit on myself.
As a result, what I would like to be able to do is find a pattern that is not going to require too many alterations in order to fit properly. I know that some patterns don't size out properly according to what the finished measurements say on the packaging, so I thought I'd ask here for some tips on how to choose a good pattern. I mean, first and foremost is design, of course (it has to be the right style for my body type), but it would be good to know ahead of time that, for example, the brand I chose tends to size small, so I should be making two sizes larger than I actually am according to their measurements. That sort of thing.
Thanks!
- Mood:
curious
-- This week, Sesame Street turned 40. I can't imagine growing up in a world without Oscar the Grouch, my personal hero. Or the Count, obviously. Or Bert and Ernie, duh. I love Bert and Ernie. Well, and Big Bird. Who doesn't love Big Bird? People who are evil. And Grover. I LOVE Grover. And obviously Cookie Monster! And... well, we could be here all week, honestly, if I don't stop this now. (LA Times)
-- Speaking of Sesame Street, the National Post created this amazing piece featuring 101 of the show's characters, and their mini-bios. It's awesome. (National Post)
--- And of course, if you've never seen this video, in which Bert and Ernie try gangsta rap, you have not fully lived. It's some impressive-ass editing. (YouTube)
-- We're not sure we agree with every pick listed in "15 Literary Characters We'd Sleep With," particularly Holden Caulfield (yawn), Ned Nickerson (neutered), Carlisle Cullen (vampire; reason Edward exists to torment people with his stalkerdouchery), Gilbert Blythe (I know the Anne of Green Gables movies and books by heart, and while I cherish him, I just can't tap that, I'm sorry) -- but it's totally entertaining to discuss it. And think about it. And then discuss it some more. Seriously, NED NICKERSON? He's no better than a Ken doll. (Lemondrop.com)
-- SWEET. Turns out chocolate milk is good for you. I TOLD YOU, MOM! (The New York Times)
-- Speaking of chocolate milk, Lucky Magazine's gift guide devoted to presents that also benefit worthy causes features chocolate chip cookies. Cookies for charity? We're in. (Lucky Magazine)
-- We TOLD YOU Lady Gaga would wear those wacky McQueen hooves -- which she does, in her Bad Romance video. We love being right. Also, this video is batshit crazy. You should probably watch it. (Buzzfeed)
-- You might want one of these Man Men t-shirts. (Don't look at those if you haven't seen this season's finale yet. Also, go watch the finale now. Seriously.) (Spread Shirt)
-- Unsurprisingly, the blog Chris March is writing about Project Runway for Lifetime is hilarious. (Lifetime)
-- WHY IS CARINE ROITFELD PANTSLESS? STOP THE MADNESS. (Refinery 29)
-- New York magazine has a great piece on why NBC is such a sinking ship right now. In a particularly good zinger, Mark Harris notes that if Jay Leno didn't kill the network, he's at least participating in an assisted suicide. A juicy read indeed. (NYMag.com)
-- I pray to the gods that you have viewed the full promo for James Franco's General Hospital debut, but if you haven't: DO IT. And even if you have, you might need to see it again. I may have clapped with glee when I saw it. (SoapNet)
-- And finally, an oldie but a goodie: What if When Harry Met Sally were...A STALKER HORROR MOVIE? Behold the trailer after the jump:
Regardless of your gestational situation, the general public should never be able to trace the contours of your belly button at an event involving heads of state. Or even the head of the PTA.
O, sweet mystery! Click here to read the full piece and find out whom we scolded.
"Most Unexpected Dis: Kristin CavallariOh, people. Proofreading is so important, don't you know? To read the rest of our (rather extensive) take on the book -- including such vital findings as, "Quality of Author Photos" and "Likelihood They Wrote It Themselves" -- click on over to The Cut.
She may have introduced Spencer and Heidi -- making this entire escapade basically her fault, so THANKS A LOT, lady -- but that didn't stop them from misspelling her name in the acknowledgments. Burn."
It's like Peaches and Cream Barbie on top, C3P0 on the bottom. More of that CANNOT be a bad thing.
Anyhoodle. Kaitlin Olson here is on the show, and apparently, she married one of her co-stars. That is very sweet. This, sadly, is not:
She has deployed stirrup leggings. Presumably, she did not ride to this event on horseback, and unless this is the weirdest event ever, she's not at the gynecologist. So there is no reason for stirrups. At all. (For proof, see the title of the tag on this entry.) If you think your dress is too short, here's a thought: Wear a different one. There is NO problem for which "stirrup pants" is the answer. Okay, maybe if you are being mugged in Forever 21 and the only thing you can reach with which to fight back at your assailant is something off the lycra rack, then I will allow that stirrup pants have a hidden purpose. But otherwise, step away from them, America. I would expect this kind of behavior from a young twenty-something Olsen with a twin, not an older, more elegant Olson with clean hair.
Leggings and a t-shirt and wrestling boots we've seen before, but the corset on the OUTSIDE? Wow, it HAS been a long time since this girl wore a bra. Does UCLA offer an extension course in Undergarment Arts?
Originally published at Welcome To The Dollhouse. You can comment here or there.
I don’t know whether or not this is normal, but it seems as if the older I get, the more I struggle with understanding or relating to those of my own sex. Sure, I’ve written about it before. A few times. This is not news. Yet old age and menopause seem to be causing me to lose the dispassionate whatever attitude I’ve had about my differences with many (dare I say most) women throughout my life.
Yes, I consider myself to be a feminist or womanist, yet both those terms often take on different connotations or meanings than the rather simplistic definition I use. Feminism has been defined as everything from women being allowed to make choices to women hating anything that has a penis (or should I say ‘womyn’). However, in my definition, I simply reject the sociological construct of gender, as in gender roles. I believe in parity, in egalitarianism, and no special protections based on sociological gender roles.
This is what I find so problematic about so much of the feminist dialogue today. There is a valid argument for equal pay for equal work, yet in the same breath, there is a desire for certain classes of women to get special consideration or special protections. The most oft mentioned of the special class women is the mother.
Mothers, it is felt, by dint of their being mothers, should get special protections. If they are poor, they should have programs that give them housing, healthcare, childcare, job training, etc. If middle to upper SES, then job protection, flexible work arrangements, or validation for being their child(ren)’s primary full-time caregiver (and yes, I realize the last one isn’t really a protection, but I think you get my drift).
Still I must ask, how egalitarian and truly feminist is that reasoning? Are we equal in some cases but not equal in others? This is what troubles me. And if the answer is that the benefits listed above are not so much for the mother per se, but are actually for the child(ren), then shouldn’t the protections be sought for parents and not for mothers? If we consider ourselves equal, then why bring gender into the equation at all?
Now I don’t put this out there to rag on mothers, parents, feminists or anyone in particular. I offer this as an example of how my brain works a bit differently in this regard. To me egalitarianism means that we don’t split things along gender lines. We’re all just people with different genitalia and physical attributes, but the who of who we are isn’t and shouldn’t be limited by our sociological gender roles. Yet approaching life this way as a woman is a difficult enterprise when our society remains entrenched in these male/female boxes.
Luckily I work in a place that has a large number of non-traditional women (I hate even typing “non-traditional” since it implies that acceptance of sociological gender roles is indeed the norm…I know that it is, but I hate having to recognize that when it goes so against my grain). These are women who have hyphenated their children’s names to reflect both theirs and their husbands, women who work while their husbands are primary caregivers at home and women who with their partners embody the model of equally shared homecare and parenting. They speak up in meetings and can tell you to STFU without any uterine guilt if necessary. It’s about strength, confidence, and the ability to be direct. Yet they also possess the “feminine” traits of warmth, nurturance, and giving.
Last week I watched one, who I will call Bridget, stand onstage in front of 1000 people delivering a message of challenge to one of our competitors. This woman, who is only a few years younger than me, and a mother of four, the youngest a year old, is going through chemo for breast cancer but still pushes through every day rocking one sharp headscarf after another. I’ve seen her on the bad days, the days when she looks like she is two steps away from having it all crashing down. I support her without supporting her, because I know that look…and I know the strength that makes her gut through another day. It doesn’t tolerate what feels like pity or help through weakness. Instead, I walk with her and listen to what she is willing to share. And she talks herself a notch stronger.
Work, cancer, motherhood…yet there she stood in the bright lights throwing down the gauntlet to thunderous applause and a standing ovation. The power, the confidence, the resolve…we should all enjoy these qualities in abundance. Yet Bridget, I’m afraid, is more the exception than the rule in my experience of womynkind.
Instead, more commonly seen is the woman looking for permission to claim her own power. As a perfect example, we have a posting from one of my photography boards from a woman looking for help standing up to her clients. I’ve edited the message for privacy.
I need some advice, and need somebody to pump me up lol to stand up for myself.
I recently started charging for sessions. I feel that I’m at that point but not at the point to charge what other area photographers are charging yet. I am charging a reasonable fee of $60 for a session that lasts an hour and in return as of right now the clients get a CD in return of the images.
There are two ladies that I know and have known for a long time. They are probably 20/21ish now. I know that both of them are flat broke and they have never had nice pictures taken. One of the sisters came to me and asked me what I charged for a family session and I told her $60, but I told her since I’ve known her for so long that I would do it for $40 with the CD. The first sister set a date and then her sister calls me and wants the same deal for her family. I give her the same deal as well. I told BOTH of the sisters that the money was due the day of the shoot. They live an hour away from me. The day of the shoot, I arrive at their house. Neither family is ready, and I even had to dress one of the kids so we could hurry along. When I get there, I was informed that neither had the money that day and that they would pay me the following week. Since I drove an hour, I went ahead and told them that I would do the session but I had to be paid before they got any of the pictures. The shoot was a week ago this past Sunday and I have yet to see any money. As I said before I arrived at 2:30pm, I did not finish with their session until almost 7pm that night. One of the sisters even got some maternity shots out of me (even though that’s a totally separate session) Now she is calling me daily asking me how the pictures are coming along. I keep telling her just fine because I don’t have the backbone to speak up and say “they’re not because you haven’t held up your end of the deal”…she called yesterday and I avoided her phone call.
Since I know this girl, how do I tell her in a firm, but not mean way that she needs to pay me for my service before she can even view her pictures? I just need someone to pump me up so I can tell her how it’s going to be, but need advice on how to do it without seeming like a cold rude snob.
Now I read this and immediately thought better of saying anything. I’ve found that my direct, clear, nontraditional advice seems more often than not, to really throw people off. I’m not one for the “oh that’s a tough one” pat on the back or the ever-present ((((hugs!)))). All I could think to myself is, you need help asking for the money you earned taking those pictures? What’s wrong with this picture?
Unfortunately, this illustrates the difficulty in being the type of egalitarian feminist/womanist that I am. As a woman, I’m supposed to be sympathetic and understanding about this type of thing, but my brain really wants me to say, no one needs to give you permission to stand up for yourself, no matter what genitalia you wear!
Sigh… And the struggle continues.
( lampshade? )
- Mood:
amused - Music:Social Distortion - Story of My Life
Hola, panties.
I've heard of wanting a HOUSE with windows that let in a lot of natural light, but seeking a skirt with the same properties is baffling to me. Next she'll be shopping for a pair of pants with three bedrooms, central air, and stainless steel appliances.
The question now, which you can debate in the comments (which are now turned on... oops), are: Now that you're armed with all this information, what would you do to fix this outfit -- assuming you think it's broken -- and also:
Sweet sausage biscuits, what have we here? Sequined tap pants, an Asian-inspired belted vest, and granny's cardigan. This is the sort of thing that happens when you're picking out your ensemble after a bender of prescription muscle relaxers, boxed wine and deep-fried HoHos. I hope it goes without saying that my most fervent wish is for this kind of thing to become a habit for Olivia, so that I can look forward to seeing her on the finale of The City wearing, like, denim cut-offs, a Bedazzled coconut bra, an Elizabethan ruff and a cape.
TAYLOR LAUTNER: I am going to be as clothed as I can be for the rest of this tour.
KRISTEN STEWART: My hair claw and I are going to stand as close to Taylor as we can for the rest of this tour.
ROBERT PATTINSON: I am going to use as many natural bodily fluids as I can to style my hair for the rest of this tour.
TAYLOR: I am more than a body, world! Don't objectify me!
KRISTEN: I am totally not rocking the bed mambo with that dude, world! Don't be grossed out by me!
ROBERT: I am filthy and rank, world! Don't stalk me!
So I've been thinking of Google searches to run. Stitcher's stretches? Yoga for Needlework? A quick search brought up this link for How Yoga Helps Stitchers, which deserves a closer look, but not much else. It is the hunching over of the back, but then the drawing back of the shoulders to hold the frame up that is a battle. We even joked at the Plimoth jacket stitching sessions that we needed mandatory yoga/stretch breaks because it was so easy to get engrossed and forget to pause and stretch.
And then I check my email and see this in my inbox from Blue Heron Wellness, the place I go for acupuncture:
Boy, doesn't that sound like just the thing? It's like seeing the Grail shaped beacon.
But, I was planning to make an appearance at the Tournament of the Lily on Saturday. And then I see the cold rain at my window. But it should be mostly dry by then. And still likely muddy. It's not like I've made anything special for the event, nor was I planning to attend feast. Alan's committed to going for the rapier portion, but that means he'd be on another separate field from the pomp, etc.
Poll #1484923 Yoga-Lily
This poll is closed.
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: None, participants: 25
So, on Saturday, should I?
Go to the Tournament of the Lily.
6 (24.0%)
Go to the Yoga for Shoulder and Neck Pain class. 18 (72.0%)
Go to the Yoga class and send me details so I can attend too. 0 (0.0%)
Tough it out, stay home and embroider more. 1 (4.0%)
- Mood: curious
Exhibit A:
The prosecution frowns that this mirrored dress mostly eliminates her waist, and reflects the red carpet in such a way that it becomes an artistic interpretation of internal bleeding. The defense snorts that the prosecutors are all a bunch of Crabby McCrabbersons, and puts in a call to some wig vendors to see about replicating this coif, because it's cute, and so is she. The prosecution wonders if this would've been better at knee length, but quiets down when one of the defense attorneys tries to take a pair of scissors to her jeans in order to prove the point that not EVERYTHING needs to be knee-length, THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
Exhibit B:
Before the prosecution can say anything, the defense leaps up and suggests that Carrie Underwood's quadriceps are a thing of majesty. The courtroom is silent for a moment as everyone ponders the profound truth of that statement, and then the prosecution wonders if the people in the front row -- particularly Uncomfortable-Looking Girl and Curious-Seeming Dude -- are getting a saucy view up her dress. The defense shrugs that this isn't the dress's fault. The prosecution forges ahead, claining the frock makes her look pregnant, pinches her across the chest, and doesn't need the stupid scarf. The defense notes that the scarf, however pointless, does kind of make all its attorneys want to hop in a convertible and drive through the countryside as it streams along behind them in the breeze. The prosecution orders Mai Tais but swears this has nothing to do with that piece of defense-created imagery.
Exhibit C:
The prosecution calls this "Exhibit Vitamin C" with a chortle, and wonders if a lei exploded onto Carrie's dress. But the defense is having none of it, insisting that this is pretty and flirty and fun and a fabulously vivid color, and concluding that the prosecution clearly just needs more orange juice and hugs in its life.
Exhibit D:
The prosecution chokes out something half-hearted about ruffles and frills and tiny Christmas trees; the defense suggests that if the prosecution doesn't like this dress, perhaps it also hates joy, nature, and cocktails that taste like mint. The prosecution resents this implication; the judge bangs the gavel and suggests that a referendum on grasshoppers and mint juleps is for another time and place.
Exhibit E:
The defense sighs that this makes all its team members want to go watch a tropical sunset. The prosecution wants to know why Carrie Underwood herself looks so horrified, and suggests it's because she caught her reflection in a camera lens and realized it looks like the clearance bin at Mood just threw up on her.
Exhibit F:
The prosecution decides to sit this one out, because it can't think of anything to say except an oblique reference to the chandelier that the Phantom of the Opera sent crashing from the ceiling. The defense high-fives and hip-bumps and decides that Happy Hour has come early, but the prosecution leaps to its feet and points out that, yes, okay, this dress is kind of awesome, but there is no Happy Hour without a verdict and there is no verdict until the final exhibit has been presented. The defense thinks the prosecution should extract the stick from its derriere and understand that it's always Happy Hour SOMEWHERE. The jury members wonder what the hell this has to do with anything, but obligingly write down that fact anyway, in case they ever need to justify a request for champagne while they are sequestered.
Exhibit G:
The prosecution thinks it would be hilarious to refer to this as Exhibit Gaga, as in Lady. The defense snorts that Carrie Underwood was wearing sparkly hot pants under long coats, shirts, and dresses since back when The Duchess of Pantslessness was just a glint in the milkman's eye. None of the prosecutors think that justifies looking like some kind of stripper in an Anne Rice vampire novel. The defense shouts that there's no reason to try and excite the public by mentioning the word "vampires," since they're so hot right now, but the judge interrupts to point out that vampires are in fact SO OVER PLEASE GOD STOP and that clearly the next big fad is going to be people made of trees. The prosecution and the defense silently exchange glances that say, "WTF, crazy lady," and the judge threatens to hold them both in contempt. The prosecution then announces that it would like to revise its remark to say that Carrie Underwood looks like a stripper in a movie about tree people. The defense angrily complains that this makes no sense at all, and everyone agrees we are way overdue for a) Carrie Underwood to stop wearing formal shorts, and b) this trial to end. All the prosecutors snicker that they totally got the defense to agree with them on this outfit, but the defense is so confident in its performance elsewhere that it's willing to concede the point on this one. Because, ENOUGH WITH THE HOT PANTS. YOU ARE NOT THE CAPTAIN OF AN OLD-WEST BROTHEL'S IN-HOUSE DANCE TEAM.
... on the rise.
Sorry, can't do that without this tune:
But ... Big Bang. Go read.
(Love this year's banner, too.)
Hey, at least my
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sga_santa fic is moving along.- Mood:
awake
It used to be I'd open the newspaper on Sunday (mid-week for the local papers) and start circling ads. Then get on the phone.
A quick trip to Kinko's to Xerox my res on 20# bond paper (it had to be quality paper to be professional). Strathmore Laid was nice.
Then the typing of cover letters. Mailing out resumes.
Waiting for a phone call. Or email. Later there were emails.
Doing follow-up calls. Getting a letter, sorry, the position is filled we'll keep your resume on file. Being called in for an interview. Temping in the meantime.
Now...
I'm online, scoping out job postings. Clicking on websites to learn about the company to customize my cover letters. Oh, huh. Raytheon is a military contractor. No thanks.
Rewriting my resume on the fly to suit the job. Oh, gee, they do property management, I temped for a property management firm for a year, better put that in. Tacking the res on as an attachment to an email, or uploading it to a website.
The black hole of waiting for a response. No phone numbers or human contact.
I'm thinking stopping by in person is a better way to go.
An Archive Of Our Own is going into Open Beta!
The doors are open. Come on in, the water's great.
The fanfiction characters weigh in.
Snape, with a sneer: "What is this... archive?"
Harry, with a shrug: "People write stories. They put them on the internet."
Draco: "Do they get paid?"
Percy: "Is it public? Wait. Is it still elite if just anyone can join?"
John Sheppard: "Look, if it's free, I'm cool with it. Just don't ... scare the horses or anything."
Rodney McKay, with an eyeroll: "Please. It's an archive of fanfiction, of course they'll scare the horses. It's just like any other one out there."
Radek Zelenka: "Oh, it's more than that. It's an archive run by the fans themselves, one where they own the servers. It has incorporated some of the best features of archives plus the best features of tagging systems like Delicious. It's also very open in its policies, accepting virtually every type of fanfiction ... slash, non-con, chan, wincest ... but gives the writers themselves the option of making their stories only available to those who are members.
"Bottom line: this archive gives the fanfiction writers power over their own work. It began a couple years ago as a response to corporate entities like FanLib which attempted to wring a profit out of fandom.
"Better yet, it solves the problem of stories disappearing all over the internet. Unless the author chooses to remove it, the URL should remain stable. The archive is run by a board that is ongoing, changing as fandom changes. More stable than individual web pages, and multifandom."
John Sheppard: "You know, you know waaay too much about this for my comfort, Radek."
Colonel O'Neill: "Hey, I don't have a problem with it. Let the kids have their fun."
Daniel Jackson: "It's a fascinating social experiment."
Colonel O'Neill: "You would say that."
Dean Winchester: "Okay. What does this have to do with us?"
Sam Winchester: "Um. There are stories about us on there."
Dean: "What -- you mean 'us', us?"
Sam, cringes: ...
Dean: "We're taking this mother down, right now."
Radek: "I don't think you'll be able to do that. It has tremendous support among the fans."
Arthur: "Wait. 'The people' can read? Where did they learn to do that?"
Merlin: "Yes, they can! Isn't it great?"
Uther: "A populace that can read is a danger to the monarchy."
Gaius: "Oh, no sire. Think of the economic benefits of an educated citizenry."
Daniel Jackson: "Well, the ability to read has consistently come hand in hand with democracy."
Uther: "I see."
Daniel: "In this case I think fanfiction replaces the old pulps, which was a place where genre writers could write pretty much anything and get published, learning to write serial form, catering to their audience. The main difference is that fanfiction is available to us for free."
O'Neill: "You're not actually reading this stuff are you?"
Daniel: "I read a paper about it last week. There's a great deal of academic work being done in this area at the moment." [coughs] "And I may have read one or two fics. Strictly research. It's important to go back to original sources where possible."
O'Neill, eyebrows raised: "'Fics'?"
John Sheppard, leaning back in his chair: "We're getting off topic here. This archive thing is launching their open beta today. I say we have cake. To celebrate."
Rodney, brightens, nodding: "Cake is always good."
- Mood:
cheerful
Remember, all submissions must be made in the comments section -- as in, NOT via e-mail -- by 10 p.m. California time on Sunday.
THE PICTURE:
[Photo: FlynetOnline.com]
THE FUGEE: Actress and wannabe rocker Juliette Lewis.
THE EXTRA DETAILS: Juliette, formerly the lead singer of Juliette and the Licks, now fronts a band called The New Romantiques. You may also remember her from the time she wore corn rows in her hair at the Oscars, back when she was dating Brad Pitt. We have an extensive archive of her past transgressions, some of which mention her magical song lyrics. In this photo, she's performing in Munich.
THE CHALLENGE: Fug this outfit via an acrostic poem. "What is an acrostic poem?" you may wonder. I'm so glad you asked. An acrostic poem is one in which the first letter or syllable of each line itself conveys a message or spells a relevant word. For instance, the obvious one here would be to write an eight-line poem in which the first letters of each line combine to spell JULIETTE (well, okay, the obvious one might be a ten-line poem where the first letter of each line combine to spell CRAZYPANTS, but whatever). Here are some examples of acrostic poems, which may be helpful to you in figuring out how you want to do this. You don't have to make yours as long as some of those are; they're just good showcases for the format. Consider it like sending a coded message through verse. So really, we're acting just like an episode of Alias. JUST LIKE IT. (Actually, if you read that Wikipedia page, you'll learn that last month, Arnold Schwarzenegger reportedly used an acrostic to convey a rude message to the California State Assembly that rhymes with "Duck Fu." That is... hilarious.)
THE REMINDER:
Can you guys
Remember to post
All entries by 10 p.m. Sunday in the
Zesty comments section?
You guys know the drill.
Please keep it clean
And in the vein of the site itself.
Now, go forth this Friday the 13th and
Totally kick the ass of this
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Wednesday, 11 November 2009
Lamed Baek is a 19 year old fashion student on the way to a promising career in the couture end of fashion design. She has a love of couture sewing techniques and embellishments and has taken an interesting path on the road to her career. Although only 19 she has already had almost two and a half...
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Thank you, Jo and Liz!
Foundations Revealed is almost ready to, ah, reveal its second batch of new content on Monday. I agreed to write something this month on how much corsetmakers should charge, and it's almost done, I swear. The problem is that I have so much to share, keeping it coherent and linear without going off in ten different directions is proving difficult! Oh well, I'm sure members won't mind if the article sacrifices style in favour of vast quantities of ideas and information. :)
My last wash I tried putting on a little bit of coconut oil on after my shower. My hair was like I had just stuck my finger into an outlet! Static everywhere! Sticking to my face! This may have been a coincidence, coinciding with dry weather here, but it just was weird. My hair seemed like it may have been a titch softer, but not really. But I really want to try the coconut oil again (I have a jar full of it with nothing else to do with it. So I would like to try it on overnight, but I am nervous about static and I fear that it won't help with softness at all.
So I basically need some encouraging words and some advice. How do you do it??
How cute is she? I think I would have worn a bracelet, but that is the nittiest of picks. Shall we take a gander at the back of this? Let's do:
Sassy! Listen, all I know is that even since La Bell started waxing poetic about the glory that is Tool Academy, she's been looking extra adorable. Coincidence? Or karma rewards for spreading the word about VH1's finest? You be the judge.
Special guests include Wicholas Grimm, Kitty von Minx, and Romany Jewel, with music and videography by FilthPro.
Hilliard Art Gallery
401 E 18th St
Kansas City, MO 64108
Doors 7:30PM
Show 8:00PM
$5.00
Here's a taste of what you'll see tomorrow!
Nichole Bete Noir
Bebe Bayou
Our Emcee: Wicholas Grimm
Scary Carrie
Redd Skyy
Lala Mae
Sybil Disobedience
The Notes feature has been added to two action-taking pages:
- You can now add a Note directly on the Add a friend page - handy if you'd like to mark down where you met them or another name you know them by!
- On the Ban and unban users page (under Account -> Privacy) you can now add a Note, including to a group of users all banned at the same time (so that next year you won't need to ask yourself "hey, why did I ban these guys?")
Other changes:
- When you're viewing your existing Notes they're grayed out; click in a field to activate it to change the text (this page can be found from the header by using Profile -> Manage Notes)
- Changes to editing:
- When you're going to create a new Note but one already exists, you'll get a warning that you're editing an existing Note
- You can now delete a note from the "Edit note" pop-up in the hover menu
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- When you change Notes on "Ban|unban users" page, they can be edited and saved with "Save Changes" button
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