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thefourthvine is thinking about Major Fannish Events she wishes she'd seen. This is my story.


My high school best friend and I had already seen the re-releases of the original Star Wars trilogy in the theatres, and we'd had a blast, and we'd watched tiny children have lightsabre fights in the aisles before the show, and we'd had our own, and we'd waved hello to the TA from our fencing class.

So we were primed for the new movie. I didn't have a TV then either, so I was pretty well insulated from spoilers. We decided to go all out. Shawn (my then best friend) had just had a hair disaster. I helped him shave off the frizzled remains, then he took spray paint to his dome and I helped with the detailing, and soon he became R2D2. We stopped by my parents' house, and I soon became Leia (white gown, black yarn rats to fill up the crazy enormous buns), and Rocki borrowed my Yoda shirt. (For all I know, he still has it.)

There was a news crew there. First they interviewed the guy in a full Darth Maul costume. (I didn't know who Darth Maul was, from not having been spoiled at all.) They had a few words with Shawn, who was notable for being over six feet and having the top of his head painted like R2D2. I was in the background; I hoped they'd ask who did the painting, but no such luck.

We watched the movie. Unless a movie is absolute shit, I am not much for criticism after I've watched it. I came out utterly high and determined that someday I would have enough hair to replicate some of the effects that Queen Amidala had going on.

I got sucked into the Sith Academy after that. Movie was cheesy? Midichlorians? No problem. Let's write crackfic. Let's introduce Miss Lunatic to slash for the first time (and make her like it). Let's make her wish she didn't live in Alaska. Let's contribute to compulsory "SITH LORDS KICK ASS!!" here and there. Let's give a fangirl her wings and teach her to fly.

(The Bujold List was my nest. Sith Academy was my launchpad.)

In the last 24 hours, I posted the following to Twitter:

• Saturday, 0211: @niqaeli We should form a "stop humping" club.
• Saturday, 0214: RT: @donttrythis: Here's what's REALLY going on in our health care debate: http://www.pbs.org/moyers/journal/07102009/watch2.html
• Saturday, 0449: EDWARD SCISSORPANTS
• Saturday, 0521: @malerin Hooray for insomnia. :(
• Saturday, 0558: my brain makes me do these things. http://regan-v.livejournal.com/71130.html?thread=1224410#t1224410
  @niqaeli Spock, T'Pau
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In the last 24 hours, I posted the following to Twitter:

• Friday, 0034: @MercuryBlue Are you familiar with synecdochic's JD Neilson?
• Friday, 0035: @pir_anha actual questions asked of me, and my answer: "What's that cheese doing in the bottom drawer?" "Sharpening."
• Friday, 0138: I'm at Pacifica - http://bkite.com/09r1X
• Friday, 0343: http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/8139322.stm
• Friday, 0349: http://www.badscience.net/2009/07/asking-for-it/
  (still angry)
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In the last 24 hours, I posted the following to Twitter:

• Wednesday, 1020: ...usb ... chainsaw? !?! http://www.usbchainsaw.com/ @miragrant, this may be relevant to your interests.
• Wednesday, 1021: @pir_anha heeeeeeeeeeeee
• Wednesday, 1022: RT: @donttrythis: Locked keys in running car with dog inside. Picked my way back in with a paperclip and my leatherman. Doofus=Action Hero
• Wednesday, 1025: Ooo! RT: @grantimahara: Watching: trailer for Daybreakers. Vampires and Willem Dafoe. Check it out. Do it, do it now... http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809912192/trailer
• Wednesday, 1026: @grantimahara http://twitpic.com/9p2hu - I love your expression there.
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IRC goes from bad to worse.

[17:20] Azz: Today I cautioned Cassandra Clare's teenage girl fanbase against using TMI as a hashtag for the party for The Mortal Instruments series. I think that was one of my good works for the day.
[17:20] trixieleitz: Good for whom? ;)
( Some things marked TMI on Twitter, you don't need to see. )

Once upon a time I got into a screaming argument with a crazy lady at a bus stop, who was screaming over her shoulder about some "fucking faggot". I took umbrage at this and proceeded to tell her about her inappropriate word choice (the words "homophobic bitch" may have been involved). She didn't take kindly to this; I didn't take kindly to that. Fortunately someone's bus came before the incident escalated further.

When she was hired on at my workplace a week later, we did have a chance to talk about that incident. After we cleared up our differences, we got along pretty well.


This moment of bizarre reminiscence was brought to you courtesy of a discussion about when and how to voluntarily purge ableist language from one's own vocabulary (after one has come to the reasoned conclusion that a certain word must go) by replacing it with words that more clearly convey the intent without the skeevy ableist overtones. (Link via boojum)

In the last 24 hours, I posted the following to Twitter:

• Tuesday, 0005: @ladyofthelog 2/3 of a cup of corn starch.
• Tuesday, 0005: @skramer It was not #moonfruit-related although the pie might have been, but tentacle-related.
• Tuesday, 0011: @ladyofthelog Lemon meringue. I think it may not have baked long enough, and/or been shallow enough.
• Tuesday, 0013: @skramer I may try again tomorrow!
• Tuesday, 0056: I'VE GOT A BIG BAG OF CRABS HERE; I'M GOING TO PUT THEM IN MY MOUTH
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In the last 24 hours, I posted the following to Twitter:

• Monday, 0543: Last night's chocolate milk and Irish Cream would have been better with #moonfruit.
• Monday, 0548: @twitdone You turned device updates on when subscribing me? OH SHIT NO. Not cool. That's it.
• Monday, 0551: OK, how do I delete a @twitdone account?
• Monday, 0604: Oh, Baroness O'Cathain, less "illegal to possess extreme pornographic literature" and more sane, plz. http://www.theregister.co.uk/2009/07/06/dangerous_writings_endangered/
• Monday, 0615: RT @semanticist: Just taken some underwear out of the freeze to put on my eye. Wondering when my life turned so surreal.
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• Sunday, 0449: @gameboyguy13 weeeeeird. me either
• Sunday, 0500: bitterness. http://ars.userfriendly.org/cartoons/?id=20030430
• Sunday, 0544: Earwormed! http://earwormhole.dreamwidth.org/9380.html
• Sunday, 0545: @phoenixdreaming Gee, that would explain the Indy cat...
• Sunday, 0615: #braindump why indeed, because it's getting perilously into the "things that I cannot stand" territory.
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In the last 24 hours, I posted the following to Twitter:

• Saturday, 0119: Ha! http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/8132857.stm Basically, lying to yourself makes you feel worse.
• Saturday, 0119: RT: @StopAhmadi: 29 people are scheduled to be executed today in Iran to intimidate peaceful protesters. #IranElection
• Saturday, 0122: A pickle for novembersmith: http://www.kawaiinot.com/?p=90
• Saturday, 0403: French dictionary. :D http://www.alternative-dictionaries.net/dictionary/French/1.html
• Saturday, 0829: @idonotlikepeas Spammer slapped!
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Went over to my aunt's house this morning after perhaps not enough sleep. See, some time back the whole family signed up for a tango event (week-long), and of course one does not get prior notice of pet medical emergencies.

Deacon's flank is ugly. The crazed Dalmatian took out a big chunk of skin, and the vet sewed up the rectangular gash diagonally, so the skin isn't quite even, in a sort of alarming fashion. He's all shaved. I'll try and get a picture, poor thing.

He's on doggie pain meds, and my aunt showed me a nifty two-treat trick. If Deacon is given the time to think about it, he will extract a pill from a treat with his tongue, and spit it out. However, if you give him a pill concealed in a treat, and follow it up with another, he will scarf down the first one (with the pill) so he can grab the second one. Oh, dog psychology. (Note: probably would not work on the poodle.)

Deacon is not allowed to hump or be humped, lick his stitches, take stairs, run around excessively, or roll in the yard. (He is allowed to lick his front legs and/or his dick. Licking the poodle's dick is frowned on because this often leads to humping.) Much humping is being forestalled by keeping them apart; if Deacon gets too licky he may wind up wearing the Cone of Shame.

I conked out for a nap for a while, because it looked like Deacon had the right idea. I did not wake up when my aunt called to check in; I did wake up when my best friend called. ♥ He was watching TV and thought of me. So he called. And we chattered. We watched pretty much the whole episode like that. I caught him up to date on some stuff. It was good. He'll be out for a while thanks to a family gathering. I don't even know if I have any relatives left in Iowa. (I appreciate so much that he's now in the habit of checking in with me before he goes out of contact. 1996 left some deep scars, man.)

There was a bit of a tricky moment when it looked like Deacon hadn't gotten his antibiotics with his dinner, but he did get them in the end.

Evidently great fun was had at the tango event. There are instructors who are slashier than Sam and Dean. (Much to the shock and horror of all involved, I shared something truly horrible with raranax last night, thanks to norabombay.)

I brought home pizza from Papa Murphy's. My cousin borrowed my beret. Despite the lure of fireworks, I think it's time for an early night.

It turns out that normal residents of this apartment complex occasionally come out of their caves during daylight hours and socialize with other residents, or walk their dogs, or smoke, or something besides quick and furtive trips to get mail, take care of rubbish and recycling, and head to and from the car.

After meaning to for some time, I finally took a trip in the direction of the complex's small hot tub. I am happy to report that the disastrously ripped blue sports bra does its new assigned job excellently. (See, if you want a swimsuit that's not ordered from some obscure catalog or a custom job, you can either be my size or have tits the size of cantaloupes, but not both at the same time.) Now, instead of having my rack supported by a noose tied around my neck, the aforementioned sports bra provides support while the bathing suit supplies coverage and style, and the built-in bra-like-substance does none of the above.



I had meant to go earlier in the day, even, but dawdled on my way out. Thus, I arrived ten minutes short of the posted closing time.

There were already several people there when I arrived. (  ...feeling more and more like an Islander in the middle of a Mainlander party... (language, drugs, booze, rock-and-roll, and groping) )

In the last 24 hours, I posted the following to Twitter:

• Friday, 0041: I'm at Mission St & 16th St - http://bkite.com/09biK
• Friday, 0051: 16 & Mission BART station outside elevator smells like pee, man. HE... - Mission St & 16th St, San Francisco, CA, - http://bkite.com/09bjm
• Friday, 0058: I'm at Daly City Bart - http://bkite.com/09bjU
• Friday, 0101: @teshiron has declared the platform 3 elevator the slowest ever. - Daly City Bart, Daly City, CA, - http://bkite.com/09bk6
• Friday, 0156: #mythbusters Jamie sighting on @sfbart: http://www.bart.gov/news/articles/2009/news20090327.aspx
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Somewhere, somewhen, there was chatter with MissKat, phonewise. Perhaps also with Drew? I am not entirely sure when, however.

( The Consultation about the Backstabbing Baggage )

I did laundry.

I typed up old poetry.

There were the type of BLT sandwiches that also have pickles and turkey meat. Also sourdough bread. Hooray for San Francisco!

I put my blankie (actually a comforter) and my nightgown in to wash before leaving for happy fun TV night.

There was agoraphobia.

There was discovering that the lost BART card was indeed in my pocket -- freshly washed! I will see later if it's still good.

( Chatter with Dawn; Deacon injured. )

( Loud people on BART. )

( Firefly! )

There was discovering how bad the elevator at 16 & Mission down to the BART station really smells. >_<

There were no BART weirdoes on the return trip.

( This was made up for by the drivethrough experience -- CRAZY PEOPLE and cursing. )

I came home to a washing machine claiming its load was not all up ons. I re-balanced it, and set it to dry. (It is not loud, unlike washing, with its spin cycle and such as.)

Hello, morning. Now my nightgown is dry.

In the last 24 hours, I posted the following to Twitter:

• Wednesday, 2359: Doing some Dreamwidth specs and it feels so good to be in the zone.
• Thursday, 0006: Throwing a dead manta party
• Thursday, 0030: @chris71williams Skydiving company would have charged for the extra passenger?
• Thursday, 0447: http://www.jerkcity.com/jerkcity2374.html
• Thursday, 1154: RT: @grantimahara: Going for a surfing lesson in Waikiki. Won't be the same without explosives.
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There are no birches in the desert, but this is a sad rain
of birch seeds on melted snow
wrung out from the clouds.
They lie limply on the air,
not done weeping yet
but too tired to rain down more.

The scent of water is a promise
made and broken long ago.
"Someday soon", it seems to say
but so soon someday
dries up
and blows away


(transcribed from the current paper journal)

In the last 24 hours, I posted the following to Twitter:

• Wednesday, 0011: @ataniell93 So do I. I think so do many people. But if I am exposed to bad trauma, I want to do anything I can reasonably do to avoid PTSD
• Wednesday, 0012: @ataniell93 Life post-Shawn was Not At All Fun for some years.
• Wednesday, 0012: Phrases I find strangely fascinating include "bizarre cross-continental booty call"
• Wednesday, 0025: Now that content flagging is 100% voluntary on Dreamwidth, I am far more willing to do it.
• Wednesday, 0114: Drew needs to complain to Twitter about lack of a specific reply button for mobile interface.
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My big box is trying to do too many things at once. Not going well. Thus if you IMed me on any network other than Google in the last hour or so it is entirely probable that I did not get it and it has not been saved (as Madman is not good about saving stuff when he is distracted like that). I think AVG and Skype are having a slapping fight over CPU time with no one winning.

Goodness gracious, but do I love Google Analytics. I see that occasionally search engines are bringing people to my journal! Sometimes it does not seem as if my journal answers these questions. I shall endeavor to answer some of them!

Crossposting from LiveJournal to Dreamwidth

This phrasing seems to have come up -- a more useful one might be "crossposting between LiveJournal and Dreamwidth". It is difficult to crosspost putting LiveJournal first and have your entries be useful on both sites.

You can:

Cross-post manually
Cross-post through Dreamwidth
Cross-post through a client
Post to LiveJournal, then import (people who read you on Dreamwidth won't see your posts on their reading page)
Post at one site, then have everybody on the other site read a syndicated feed of your entries (public only at this time, unless you're using an RSS reader that authenticates)


( In detail! )



How do you link to a Dreamwidth username on LiveJournal?

Two ways.

Are you cross-posting using Dreamwidth's crossposter? Easy. Just type in <user name="example-dw-user">, and the crossposter is smart enough to make it happen on LiveJournal all nice and pretty (and point it to Dreamwidth, not point to the user of the same name on LiveJournal).

Are you posting to LiveJournal directly (or directly through a client)? Not quite so easy. Have some nice HTML; substitute the relevant username where appropriate (there are a couple places). This HTML, by the way, is what the crossposter spits out. (Remember: don't shove this in the RTE, as it will come out ugly.)

( Graphic HTML. )


If you're looking for codes to create a Dreamwidth account, check out dw_codesharing. Some people occasionally post codes in dreamwidth; some other people sometimes toss them to the winds on Twitter.


Then there are my older and much-linked-about entries Similarities and Differences between LiveJournal and Dreamwidth (that I have noticed so far) and Dreamwidth OpenID and You (How Much for Just the OpenID?), in which I ramble on at some length, and betray my love for parenthetical statements in entry titles, and show exactly how much of a Classic Trek geek I really am.


The big-eyed alien from the new Star Trek movie, the cute little guy who hangs out with Scotty, is named Keenser.

singularity, ncc_1701, and st_xi_kink all have vast quantities of Star Trek Reboot fanfic. I share my real time fic recs and much much more on Twitter. I archive my Twitter on LiveJournal. I try to tag my fic recs, but it doesn't always happen, particularly when it's twitter posts. See the journals of synecdochic and ivorygates for their writings. Fear death by fanfic.