It's kind of funny that I love Ellsworth as much as I do in Deadwood, considering how irritating I find Supernatural's Bobby (in seasons one and two, anyway; haven't caught up on anything since then). He never offers information until the last possible second when it might be useful, preventing any chance the Winchesters have at useful planning! Yes, I do remain vexed about this, years after Devil's Trap first aired! Bobby be more useful! Raaargh! ELLSWORTH ILU. Hope, did you write a fic where they were the same person or did I imagine that?

Thanks to everyone congratulating me on finding somewhere to live. I am SO PLEASED about this, and so grateful that my mother is loaning me the money to pay the tenancy bond on the new place. This whole experience has taught me how quietly and quickly really unstable living situations can creep up on someone -- if I wasn't able to ask for help in scraping the money together for the switch-over, I'd be looking at a month of couch-surfing while I saved up the money for it, since banks aren't able to loan for bonds, and I won't get back the bond on the place I'm moving out of until it's been processed and I've given notice and all that, and while I make enough to always pay my rent in time, I don't make enough to pay a month's rent twice in one month. I'm a professional woman with a permanent part-time job, freelance work, and a disability pension, with a good credit rating, and I'm still only a paycheck's worth away from homelessness at any given time. Yuck.

I get to see lots and lots of friends tomorrow YAAAAAAAAAAAY. HeyChris is speaking in Melbourne and I am going to do my best to not be a brat at him, but that's probably not gonna work out so good.

ALSO I have seen the first three episodes of Torchwood season three finally, and I love Gwen and Rhys so dreadfully much, I really do, GWEN ORDERS A PIE AND CHIPS and it is adorable and they are in a potato truck being adorable and also I love Jack and Iaaaaaaaaaaaaanto, and Jack's daughter and Ianto's sister and just ALL OF THE CHARACTERS ARE NEAT, especially that government spy assassin lady who is basically who the Ninth Doctor and Jack like to think they are but they are both actually fuzzy kittens and she is a panther. AND OH PC ANDY YOU ARE EXCELLENT TOO.

Last night my not-so-wee babysitting charge and I watched the vampire episode of Xena (STILL AWESOME, I LOVE YOU XENA BE MY MEAN WIFE) and a bunch of Futurama, and seriously, Zap and Kif are basically exactly the Kirk and Spock who live in my brain, HOW DOES THE SHOW DO THAT. Leela/Zap is also the closest one can get to Captain Mal/Captain Kirk, which is doubly hilarious every time I think about it.

Here is a page from an early nineties Star Trek comic I am currently reading. I felt it important to share.

( Yep. )

Woop woop, wrote some stuffs:

Ianto is surrounded by idiots

Nyota Uhura and Jo Harvelle are awesome together

Jo Harvelle and Cissie King-Jones have a lot in common

Pete and Patrick at Starfleet together

Mychem wingfic

First batch of Oh-god-please-please-PLEASE-buy-my-book incentive ficlets done! They are:

Bart Allen becomes the first Robin

Tim and Steph on the Enterprise

MCR fic, 'cute and fluffy'

Lil and Adam run a dog washing business

Offer is still going! I'm about to go to bed but will fill requests tomorrow morning. Oh god please please please buy my book.

Audrey saw fit to indulge my ongoing obsession with pretending that Adam Lambert is a glorious alien from a lost episode of Star Trek.

( Set course for Planet Fierce )

Oh, Jim, you're in way over your head, honey.

Also, Melbourne people! James Jean is going to be at Outre on the 22nd of August from 3:30pm. You have to RSVP at the store prior to this date. I can't decide whether to take the Batgirl cover with Stephanie as Robin to get signed, or the cover of my vinyl copy of the Black Parade. Or an Umbrella Academy issue. Or his picture of Sally Jupiter. Or his unused Panic! special edition cover. Or one of his actual non-fandomy artworks. Choices are hard!

Adam Lambert on Velvet Goldmine (from here):

I don’t know how I found Velvet Goldmine, but once I saw it, I was obsessed with it. I thought it was a genius movie, both in plot and also, visually and musically. In all elements it was just really cool.

27-year-old glam kids repreZENT. It makes me so happy he loves this movie. It had a really profound impact on me in so many ways when I saw it as a teen, and is one of the big generational touch-stones for me that hasn't yet been covered by Lyn-Z, Pete Wentz, and all the other band people whose formative interests partially align with my own.

Adam's dad about what Adam thought of Star Trek (from here):

Adam (like his Mom) was not really into it. Except he always dug the cool alien make-up.

... OF COURSE HE DID.

Word counts as of right now:
Re-write of Long Live The Black Parade: 15, 000
Wolf House book four: 3, 300
A Little Frankenstein Princess: 0
(someday someday someday oh man I fail so hard)

Not too shabby for a month where my brain has been decidedly otherwise occupied.

This morning I had to speak to someone who works in an office which communicates a lot with the office I work in, and she knew about my bereavement leave and all that. Her opening words on the phonecall were "Hey Mary! Did you have a good break?". Oh, yeah, it was peachy fucking keen, thanks for asking! Ugh, humanity, please don't make me smite you, it messes up my hair.

Last night on the phone to my mother I tried to explain my Leonard Nimoy crush. She thought what I actually meant was that I appreciate him as an artist and am fond of his character, and so she tried to explain to me that this isn't really what a crush is, a crush is a physical attraction to someone. I may or may not have used the words 'HIT IT LIKE THE FIST OF AN ANGRY GOD' in my reply. She still didn't believe me. Whyyyyyy is it so hard to comprehend that I desire Spock Prime to ravish me until I am ruined for all sex with other men?

Speaking of sex with other men (THIS IS THE BEST SEGUE I WILL EVER HAVE THE OPPORTUNITY TO MAKE IN MY LIFE DON'T EVEN LIE), oh, Cheeks, you make Pete Wentz look restrained in his social networking life choices.

Internet, I have been awake for many many lots of hours and have work in a couple more, and I cannot sleep.

But! Good things: 1) violin_road is reading Wolf House #3 at the moment and informs me she is going to marry all of the characters, which I think means she likes it, and 2) This is a lovely, perfect Adam/Brad story, I approve of all it chooses to be, and 3) this gif, because all posts should end with Jim Kirk.

I HURT SO MUCH. I don't know why! I just ache all over, horribly. I am curled up on Audrey's couch and I want to cry from ow. I have already taken painkillers and they are not helping and auuugh. PAIN OW.

Earlier we watched the classic Trek episode 'City on the Edge of Forever', which clearly made a tear in the space-time continuum with its excellence, as its writer Harlan Ellison then showed up on Amanda Palmer's twitter, shortly followed by Lindsey and Gerard at their first post-Bandit-arrival party outing. Gosh.

Monday is my friend Erinna, ix_tab's birthday. She is one of the wisest, funniest, snarkiest, bravest, boldest, craziest people I've ever had the pleasure of calling a friend, and I hope she has the sort of birthday a superstar like herself deserves.

DRESS LIKE A ROMULAN. Mmmm goth hotness. A lot of the Haute Macabre stuff reminds me of Ernte clothing, who outfitted the non-band members of the Black Parade back in the day. Ugh, if only I were a) extremely rich and b) didn't work in a corporate environment. Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh.

I watched music videos the whole plane ride home. Everyone is FIRED, for not telling me that Dr Dre and Eminem are now expressing their love through dressing up like Kirk and Spock in Em's new video. FIIIIIIIIRED. Do you know how much mileage I could have gotten out of that in the interview I did with Henry Jenkins (I may or may not have ended up arguing that reboot!Spock is a Robin because of his Metaphorical Outsider Metaphory Paaaaain in the interview. Hey, I ONLY HAVE ONE FANDOM, OKAY, IT'S NOT MY FAULT THAT GERARD AND PETE AND FRANK AND CAPTAIN JACK HARKNESS AND SPOCK ARE ALL ROBINS OKAY)? Oh, Dre and Em, NEVER CHANGE.

Also I saw the new Britney video for her 'If You Seek Amy' song, and my Brit affection is back and strong, because damn, she has some serious fuck-you swagger going on in that video and song. We're talking Madonna-circa-Human-Nature and Courtney-circa-Violet level fierce here. I can't help but enjoy it.

I am mainlining an awful lot of Adam Lambert fanfiction. I feel there are nowhere near enough stories involving Adam Lambert and vampires, but that is possibly not a reflection on reality so much as it's a reflection on my own unvarnished id.

MOST IMPORTANTLY: Say I had a bootleg DVD of a 2003 New Jersey club show of some weirdy band that liked to sing about switchblade fights and vampires and whatever. And say I wanted to rip this DVD to an avi so I could upload it and share it with the internet. What program should I download toward this end?

"Jim!" Spock sat up so quickly that every muscle and joint and sinew shrieked: he was aware of the sensation but impervious to it, as he should be, but for all the wrong reasons. He grabbed Jim Kirk's arm. It was solid and real. Relief, and, yes, joy, overwhelmed the Vulcan. He slid his hand up Jim's arm; he started to reach up to him, to lay his hand along the side of his face to feel the unsettling energy of Jim's undamaged mind.

He pulled back abruptly, shocked at his own impulses; he turned away, toward the wall, struggling to control himself.

Above quote is from The Entropy Effect, which I have now finished and which remained wonderful throughout. Spock obviously never mastered the art of buying Jim dinner and a movie first, as ST XI demonstrated also.

I still feel that everyone should read this, if they're in the mood for a Trek book, because it rules. And now you can, because there's a post at ontd_startrek (you'll have to join to see it, but that only takes a second) containing every Star Trek novel ever in .lit and .txt form. Huzzah!!!

Yesterday was a public holiday, but it was extremely cold and rainy and so I decided to be a giant sook and spend the entire day in bed watching episodes of Special Victims Unit. Which was pretty neat. I completely failed to get any fiction written, which is frustrating, but I'm trying not to beat myself up if I have occasional periods of uselessness on that count.

Henry Jenkins sent me a bunch of interview questions so he could showcase my Robins zine with an article about it in his blog, because apparently at some point I tripped and fell and ended up in BIZARRO LAND or possibly into Soviet Russia, where your academic heroes interview you. I just. WHAT. The interview's going to run in a couple of weeks. I will need at least that much time to process this madness. AH.

Um what else... I wrote a blog entry about how Rosalie Hale is better than you. But I keep getting distracted by this photo because goddamn, those are some fine-ass vampires right there.

Frank Iero's current ambition to be a crazy old coot sort of delights me endlessly. He hates Jack Sparrow costumes! He cries himself into an ice cream coma! He writes the funniest and bitchiest music reviews! He's come down with a bad case of the fandom plot mainstays! Meanwhile, Mikeyway continues to just twitter up a storm of stealth wry funny. Who knew the Ways understood understated?

I am now the owner of a teeny-tiny Spock Prime action figure. I think I'm going to take it in to work today, so I can stare at it and sigh dreamily while I'm meant to be working.

Urgh writing is hard whine whine whine.

I am absolutely certain that T'pring thinks this shirt is tacky.

I watched a couple more TOS episodes last night, between bouts of fitful and nightmare-rich napping, eck. I think 'The Enemy Within' may be up there with tribbles and pon farr as a piece of absolute perfection. The episode is a neverending font of fabulousness and glorious acting, with Shatner giving his all twice over.

One thing I found interesting about it was that I've long known that Firefly is, among other things, meant to be a direct riff/critique on Star Trek and its version of frontier/federation concepts in space. And the central plot of Serenity, the Firefly movie, deals ver much with the same ground covered in 'The Enemy Within': that the loss of our baser and more negative traits also removes our ability to be dynamic, creative, and alive. And Joss, I love you, dude, but you ain't no Richard Matheson, who was redefining 'vampire slayer' before you were born. I was delighted to see Matheson's name come up in the credits for this episode, because the writer of something this good deserves to be a well-known genre name.

'The Enemy Within' is also, as usual, a story about how Spock is massively in love with Jim, seriously guys just get a room already. It ends on the extremely random note of Spock remarking wryly to Janice, essentially, that it's a shame non-base-instincts Jim isn't more prone to pinning people down on the floor of their rooms and ravishing them.

And then I watched 'Mudd's Women', whose A-plot seems to carry the lesson that real love is defined by how well you and your intended can engage in bitchy banter, and whose B-plot is about how Spock and Bones remain the absolute masters of bitchy banter. (My favourite exchange between the pair remains the one from 'Tribbles' that's my user info.)

In conclusion: this show is the most fun ever.

Now I'm off into the city to meet Audz and Relle for lunch, and then in the evening I'm going to the ontd_startrek meet-up screening of the ST movie, which should be good times: it's at Crown at 7pm and we're all meeting at 6:30, so if you're in Melbourne and you wish for geeker fun, COME ALONG.

Butterfly wings
Summary: It's a brave new world.
Pairings: Spock Prime/Gaila, Spock Prime/T'pring

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I'm reading a Star Trek novel from 1981, The Entropy Effect by Vonda N. McIntyre, and it is wonderful.

Mr Sulu has sex the Enterprise's female head of security! They get a whole big scene of on-screen foreplay, too -- after he gives her a sword and she gives him a ruby ring, yes really -- which surprised me, as my previous experience with tie-in novels has been devoid of nudity and sex. Man, Star Trek really is the original pervy fan paradise.

And Kirk talks about the time he almost got married to his Academy girlfriend, who was already in a relationship:

"There are nine people in it now, I think -- nine adults, I mean. Four or five of them have careers like Hunter's, that keep them away most of the time. But with the larger group the kids have some stability.

I nearly joined Hunter's group, Bones. After I met them the first few times, they invited me -- they invited me three different times over four years. I felt comfortable with them. I liked them all. I think... I think I could have loved them all."

BOOKS ARE NEAT.

Nothing in life makes sense anymore. My sanity has al been devoured by the lunacy of today. AHH.

Erinna and Audrey are here, theoretically to help me scrub my flat before the landlord inspects this week, but in reality within minutes of arriving they put on an episode of original Star Trek. And see, when I saw the Pon Farr episode, I got how it was that this show created slash. The Pon Farr episode has Spock in a fuck-or-die blood fever slashing Kirk's shirt open from nipple to nipple.

This episode Audrey and Erinna are watching, however, is like... I no longer understand how there's a fandom for Star Trek at all. Because EVERY INSANE PORN SCENARIO ANY TWISTED BRAIN HAS EVER CONSIDERED IS ALREADY IN CANON.

This episode involves Kirk and Spock dressing up like Nazis, then getting captured by Nazis, then getting stripped to bare chests in prison and being whipped by Nazis, then extracting crystals from their arms by cutting each other's wrists open, then making the crystals into a laser, then a shirtless Spock clambering all over a bent-double shirtless Kirk in order to use the laser to break them out of jail. Then they dress up as Nazis again. This is all within the first ten minutes or so.

And THEN, just in case there were any VESTIGIAL SHREDS OF A SANE UNIVERSE left (there weren't), Pete decided that ice cream headaches' lurkers deserved a uniform. Pete. PETE. ♥

OH GOD STAR TREK WHY WHY WHY

Things which are really unfortunate to have on one's screen when a co-worker comes over to ask a question: this picture.