No intention of going away

I went shopping at Coach yesterday because I had a discount card, and got a pair of gold flats with peek-a-boo toes and a pair of cream, patent leather pumps with a stacked, four-inch wood-toned heel. I left the pumps at work and am now wearing them for a couple hours to break them in a little. I'm sure I'll need to get the toe-box stretched a little. And they don't quite go with my outfit, so I shall change back into my flat black sandals soon. WOE.

It's a travesty that I don't have a shoe icon, considering how much I love them.

Reading: Wideacre by Phillipa Gregory, because I love wicked, amoral heroines, even more so incestuous, wicked, amoral heroines. And It's A Jungle Out There by Amanda Marcotte, which I had signed by her last night. She is very cute and kind of dorky-cool. And, of course, whip-smart.

IMPORTANT ETA: And now I come smack up against my own privilege. Because of course the retro cartoon images used in the book are racist (although I disagree with that poster that that means that feminism can't be made inclusive) and Amanda and Seal Press should apologize for using them, and not use them in the next edition. There is no excuse, even though it is probably not intentional. My privilege is such that I didn't notice those images until other blogs forced me to. It must be so disappointing for those who do not have white privilege to read a book by someone who claims to be an ally, who should be an ally, and who has been an ally in the past, and see those images.

ETA2: Wow, it's clear to me from Amanda in these comment threads that she Just. Doesn't. Get. It. She's asking people to watch their tone, when she could have made a post about how the voices of people of color are often silenced and their words appropriated by white folks, and how she did that, possibly without realizing it, and how their words have contributed to her understanding of immigration issues, and how, while plagiarism might be the wrong word, she understood the frustration that it expressed. But she didn't. She's having an all-about-me-freak-out.

Planning: A weekend of packing and baseball-watching, likely. We're moving most of our stuff out to get the place ready to sell. Finally eating hametz on Sunday, thank goodness.

Wearing: Those pumps, but soon to change. A khaki, a-line skirt, a bright green v-neck sleeveless top, and a navy velvet blazer.

Writing: Slowly but surely writing my Sweet Charity Peter/Nathan story. It's up to 3700 words.

WARNING: Possibly as triggering as the original post, since the fantasies and actions of the main character in John Ringo's books are discussed.

ETA: Look, I don't blame anyone who laughed. hradzka is a funny guy, and as omglawdork points out below, sometimes you have to laugh or else you'll cry. I have another point to make, though.

darkrosetiger reminded me that I wanted to post about OH JOHN RINGO NO. For those who haven't, or don't want to click the link, John Ringo is a F/SF writer who's written a series of men's adventure novels about whores and guns and terrorists, a kind of right-wing Frank Miller for the printed word, but without the talent.

hradzka presents the books as a high-LARIOUS train wreck you can't look away from, because the male main character is such an explosion of the author's id, and so distasteful, and the books are so badly written. And I vaguely enjoyed hradzka's dissection, but I can't laugh.

( I love men's adventure novels. But . . . )

( Here's the book I want to read/write )

No metafandom please although other linking is fine.

Some Sunday morning meta. I hope all of you are having a good weekend!

Spoilers for the first two seasons of Buffy, Torchwood 2.7 and 2.8 and all of Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl. If you want to read this and are not familiar with the shows or movies, I have explained the parts to which I want to refer.

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Sci Fi and fantasy frequently use physical metaphors to express abstract concepts. By creating a parallel world with different rules, they can allow us to understand our world more clearly. These metaphors allow us to explore the implications of our language around concepts of love, happiness, loss and sadness.

( Angel's curse, Owen's and Barbossa's all work on their own terms, as simple curses that force their bearers to walk certain paths, but I think they also work as metaphors for different stages and aspects of depression. Read more . . . )

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Please keep comments sensitive and polite. This is a topic that is very close to me and many others who may be reading this.

Thank you to lilithilien for pointing me toward sports_rpf! Good to know my current obsession has a home here too.

I crossposted my Derek Jeter/Alex Rodriguez fic Five Sleepovers (NC-17) over there, because I am an attention whore, because the only way IJ will be adopted more is if there are homes for people over here, communities that get used, etc. For anyone who's interested who doesn't know these players at all, the ( five second ship manifesto is . . . )

Last night the Penguin and I watched the first two eps of John Adams. I was pleasantly surprised that he wanted to see it since the sets of things the Penguin and I both enjoy and costume dramas very rarely overlap. But he has a thing for the portenous pomp and circumstance of American government, even in its infancy, and I love politics. And Laura Linney. And Paul Theroux. Who knew John Hancock was a hotass?

It's a little slow moving, but well done for all that. Unlike whenever I watch The Patriot, I'm not rooting for the British. Sorry! Mel Gibson is irritating and Jason Isaacs is . . . Jason Isaacs.

Two Lies and a Truth

I am NOT still staring transfixed that picture of A-Rod . . . errrrrr lighting a cigar.

I am NOT guiltily amusing myself with the idea of a Burn Notice/Baseball RPS story where ( Read more... ) That would just be too silly for someone of my bearing and dignity to think about.

I AM going to read a non-baseball-related book next, maybe something to get me in the mood for finishing my M/MOR (M/M original romance), like some Roman history, or maybe I'll do a Swordspoint re-read.

Apartment Hunting

The Penguin and I are seeing three apartments this afternoon, and we're bringing all the necessary paperwork to sign on the spot. They may all suck, but just in case . . . !

( I just can't stop looking at this picture. Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. But . . . )

That totally replaces ( this ) as the picture that makes me think the most wrong thoughts right now.

Work safe. Except in my head.

Is it possible for me not to talk about baseball for a day? No. ( But I can put it under a cut. )

Since I think I'm doing the boycott tomorrow, I'll do my Friday meme today. I also think I'm going to start cross-posting at my Insane Journal. I'm "linaerys" there as well.

Reading: Stolen Season by David Lamb

Planning: To look at some apartments in Brooklyn this weekend, and maybe even start packing. We're seeing one on Saturday which could be perfect, and I'd love to sign a lease ASAP.

Wearing: Brown corduroy jeans, a gray tanktop and a blue/gray/gold sweater I knit.

Writing: Nothing like being in a tiny fandom to make me start thinking about my original writing again. I think this weekend I'll take a look at the M/MOR from last year and see if I think it's worth continuing writing. And I'll also start outlining my Peter/Nathan story for my Sweet Charity recipient.