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There's going to be a letter here soon. I promise!
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Dear Yuletide Author:

You rock my world! Seriously, I'm jazzed to receive whatever you end up writing for me. In the interest of sparking some ideas, let me tell you about my likes. Of which there are many.

My AO3 is SomebodyOwens, where you can see the couple of fics I've actually posted and more usefully, the bookmarks I've collected. Bookmarks are probably the fastest way to get a general idea of my likes, and my recs on pinboard include more detail.

I'm definitely a fan of the porny fic, so that filthy sex you've been looking for an excuse to write is very welcome. That said, not comfortable writing porn? NO WORRIES. I'm so in love with each and every one of these dorks that whatever glimpse of their fictional lives you give me will be GREAT.

Squicks are fairly minimal, though deathfic and sad or ambiguous ending fics are at the top of the Nope list; happy endings are a must. Infidelity as a plot point is also a squick (Carey feeling guilty for cheating on Angela with PK is a NOPE, slight AU where Angela isn't in the picture or is as a good friend is fantastic for me. Open relationships are also great.) I'm not a huge fan of A/B/O and mpreg fic. And since they're increasing in popularity, apocalypse fic and zombie AUs are super duper not for me.

My loves are many and varied, but tropes and id-fic are my absolute favorites. A few prompty ideas for any arrangement of characters, to get you thinking:

- Secret revealed fic! Whether that revelation happens intentionally or not (coming out to the team vs getting found out), I love the build and release of tension that comes with that narrative. The secret could be sexuality, or attraction to a character, or something totally different like person A having magic powers and being forced to tell Person B.
- Soulmates, from names on skin to telepathy. Show me angst over potentially being outed, the fear of unrequited love, or unexpectedly recognizing a mark on a teammate's body.
- Praise kink! Captains making sure their players don't take losses too hard, players making sure their captains/goalie/teammates know just how good they are, one person telling another how good they are in bed. Whether it's about comfort or sex (or both!), praise is delicious.
- Magic AU or HDM/daemons AU. I adore "everything is the same except magic is real/we have daemons" AUs, and the compilations (curses! Newly developing powers! Touching daemons!) that arise.
- Games that lead to shenanigans. Truth or dare. Spin the bottle. Strip poker. Give me hijinks and laughter and pining, and a perfect get together excuse.
- Threesomes or moresomes! As a solution to a love triangle, an established couple welcoming a (perhaps nervous) third, or a friendly team orgy. Everybody's happy!
- First time, in all incarnations. First time having sex, first time having gay sex, first time trying something kinky. I love nervousness and/or embarrassment by the newbie, and an eventual good time by all involved.
- Locked in togther, especially as a get-together device. Whether that's stuck in an elevator or snowed in on a winter vacation, two people trying to hide mutual attraction while sharing a small space is delicious.
- Pining. Pining in all its forms, so long as that unresolved tension gets resolved by the end. If you'd consider tagging a fic as angst with a happy ending, or fluff and angst, chances are high I'll love it.
- H/C, since hockey provides an unfortunate number of opportunities for that. Again, platonic or not, give me one character A helping Character B deal with a concussion or a migraine or whatever other injury seems appropriate.

Pittsburgh Penguins RPF (Marc-Andre Fleury, Phil Kessel, Carl Hagelin)
This request is an either/or for the characters. Have a Phil/Hags fic that you've been tossing around? Excellent. Want to write about Flower and his rookie? Also excellent. I'm here for the porniest porn and platonic cuddles, and everything in between.

The Pens are the reason I started watching hockey, so pretty much any incarnation of these goofballs will make me happy. Summer adventures, locker room shenanigans, post game h/c, magical AUs, team sex romp, bros being bros, OT3, found family or basically anything else.

If you're looking for more specific ideas, consider: Flower wrestling with his concussion and watching Matt shine, Phil and Carl who didn't realize they were dating, the Pens decide to show Flower that they love him, or Carl and/or Phil finding that they really do have a home in Pittsburgh.

Montreal Canadians RPF (Carey Price, PK Subban)
Oh Habs. I fell in love with this team entirely due to Carey Price, and then stayed for PK Subban. Since the PK & Habs franchise relationship is... troubling, I'd love a fic that doesn't focus on his trade. Other than that, I'll love fic set in previous years, All Star Game shenanigans, summer fun, a focus on Team Canada, friends-to-lovers or didn't know they were dating, or pretty much anything else that you're excited about. I'm here for the porniest porn and platonic cuddles, and everything in between.

If you're as enamored with AUs as I am, consider telling me about PK the bar owner and Carey the cowboy who drops by on his weekly trips into town, or Carey the star goalie and PK the stylist who teases Carey into some sharp suits.

Washington Capitals RPF (Braden Holtby, Nicklas Backstrom)
This request is an either/or for these characters. Both in one fic is great, but I'm perfectly happy with just one. I'm here for the porniest porn and platonic cuddles, and everything in between.

Goalie love! Holts is a sharply dressed delight, and I'd love to see him get some love, whether that's deliciously filthy sex rewards or prank shenanigans or post-injury/post-loss comfort. And Nicky! If you're up for extra Swedes, tell me about Nicky's adventures during the World Cup of Hockey, or about his realization that he's been dating Sasha for--oh god--the last five years or so.

Itching to get your AU on? How about accidental fashion blog star Holts? Or slightly telepathic Nicky who doesn't mean to eavesdrop on his teammates except for how they just keep touching him? I'm happy to see either of these guys paired with any or all of their teammates and angst along the way is lovely, as long as there's a happy ending.

Thank you, dear author, for whatever delightful words you write for me!
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Dear Yuletide Author:

You rock my world! Seriously, I'm jazzed to receive whatever you end up writing for me. In the interest of sparking some ideas, let me tell you about my likes. Of which there are many.

My AO3 is SomebodyOwens where you can see the couple of fics I've actually posted and more usefully, the bookmarks I've collected. Bookmarks are probably the fastest way to get a general idea of my likes, and my recs on my pinboard include more detail.

I'm definitely a fan of the porny fic, so that filthy sex you've been looking for an excuse to write is very welcome. That said, not comfortable writing porn? NO WORRIES. I'm so in love with each and every one of these dorks that whatever glimpse of their fictional lives you give me will be GREAT.

Squicks are fairly minimal, though deathfic and sad or ambiguous ending fics are at the top of the Nope list; happy endings are a must. Infidelity as a plot point is also a squick (Carey feeling guilty for cheating on Angela with PK is a NOPE, slight AU where Angela isn't in the picture or is as a good friend is fantastic for me. Open relationships are also great.) I'm not a huge fan of A/B/O and mpreg fic. As far as sex goes, I prefer not to read watersports, scat play, humiliation, or noncon.

My loves are many and varied, but tropes and id-fic are my absolute favorites. A few prompty ideas for any arrangement of characters, to get you thinking:

- Secret revealed fic! Whether that revelation happens intentionally or not (coming out to the team vs getting found out), I love the build and release of tension that comes with that narrative. The secret could be sexuality, or attraction to a character, or something totally different like person A having magic powers and being forced to tell Person B.
- Soulmates, from names on skin to telepathy. Show me angst over potentially being outed, the fear of unrequited love, or unexpectedly recognizing a mark on a teammate's body.
- Praise kink! Captains making sure their players don't take losses too hard, players making sure their captains/goalie/teammates know just how good they are, one person telling another how good they are in bed. Whether it's about comfort or sex (or both!), praise is delicious.
- Magic AU or HDM/daemons AU. I adore "everything is the same except magic is real/we have daemons" AUs, and the compilations (curses! Newly developing powers! Touching daemons!) that arise.
- Games that lead to shenanigans. Truth or dare. Spin the bottle. Strip poker. Give me hijinks and laughter and pining, and a perfect get together excuse.
- Threesomes or moresomes! As a solution to a love triangle, an established couple welcoming a (perhaps nervous) third, or a friendly team orgy. Everybody's happy!
- First time, in all incarnations. First time having sex, first time having gay sex, first time trying something kinky. I love nervousness and/or embarrassment by the newbie, and an eventual good time by all involved.
- Locked in togther, especially as a get-together device. Whether that's stuck in an elevator or snowed in on a winter vacation, two people trying to hide mutual attraction while sharing a small space is delicious.
- Pining. Pining in all its forms, so long as that unresolved tension gets resolved by the end. If you'd consider tagging a fic as angst with a happy ending, or fluff and angst, chances are high I'll love it.

Washington Capitals RPF (Braden Holtby)
Goalie love! Holts is a sharply dressed delight, and I'd love to see him get some love., whether that's deliciously filthy sex rewards or prank shenanigans or post-injury/post-loss comfort.

Itching to get your AU on? How 'bout a model Holts! Or similarly, accidental fashion blog star Holts! Or slightly telepathic Holts who doesn't mean to eavesdrop on his teammates except for how they just keep touching him. I'm happy to see him paired with any or all of his teammates and angst along the way is lovely, but in short I just want to see Holtby have a good time.


Montreal Canadiens RPF (aaaaanybody)
I've recently fallen desperately in love with the Habs, and I hemmed and hawed over character choices before settling on "any character" aka PLEASE, I NEED MORE HABS FIC IN MY LIFE.

I'd love to see the Cowboy AU that Pricey invites so easily, or the Coffee shop AU with Gally as a barista and Chucky as a recalcitrant but consistent customer. Olympics gold celebration fic (cameos welcome!) would be grand, as would the team consoling Pricey after a rough loss. I'd love some porn, but gen hijinks are delicious as well.

Dallas Stars RPF (Jamie Benn, Tyler Seguin)
I love a good redemption story, and Tyler certainly fits that. Relatedly, I love a good "I'm a pretty good guy and I make other people want to be better" story, and well. Jamie. I'd love to see the two paired together, but if you're a gen writer, friendship works too. Immediately post-trade, this year, or future fic all work for me, as do AUs. In whatever incarnation you like, I'd love to see Jamie making Tyler better. (If it sounds like I'm easy for these two... I am.)

Thank you, dear author, for whatever delightful words you write for me!
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I saw Black Watch for the second time tonight (saw it Sunday, and then again today. Will likely see it at least once more while it's here. Yes, it's that good). Tonight's show was much stronger than Sunday's; it seems the cast settled into their physicality more tonight, and were far more comfortable in their space. We're the production stop for the tour, so this is the first time they've performed in an unfamiliar space, and they're working out the kinks still (that's what a production stop is for!). Sunday was the end of their first week of performances, but here at the start of week two, everything is MUCH smoother.

When I saw the show on Sunday, I was so absorbed in the technical elements that I didn't engage particularly well with the people on stage. Don't get me wrong; I saw the show again tonight specifically because I loved it so much the first go 'round. I knew about "Fashion" before I saw the show, but was still astonished by what amounts to a 2 minute quick change sequence--performed entirely by actors, with continuous monologue by the actor being changed--that tells the history of the Scottish military, and it was just as spectacular as I could have hoped. On Sunday, I noticed the smoothness of quick changes (both on and off stage) and the variety of sound sources. Tonight, I noticed one man's hand shake during the Letter's Home section and another man press his fingertips to his dead comrade's head before lifting his body.

My very favorite thing to see on a stage is people physically interacting, and Black Watch gives me everything I could possibly want and more. "Ten Second Fights" and "Parade" both left me with fingernail-shaped indents in my arms. They're both such intense and overwhelming sequences that I had to hold on to something. That intensity is something I've only every experienced in live theatre. I'm overwhelmed with Feelings, but it's so much more than getting flaily over, well, any other media. I can feel my heart rate kick up and my breathing get shallow. I can feel the adrenalin and endorphins in the way my hands shake even as I clutch my chair, or arms, or neighbor. I leave the theatre with knuckles bruised from where I've bitten them, unaware of what I'm doing but desperate for some sort of outlet. Even writing this has made my heart beat faster.

Blaaaarg. As is so often the case with trying to put theatre-based emotions into words, I suspect I'm just talking in circles here. And so, to bed.
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The show has more or less settled into a routine, though act II still feels a bit like running slightly too fast down a hill; I think I'm in control, but momentum and gravity might get the better of me. I'm doing more wig work on this show, which is both fun and a little scary. Hooray for learning new things but ohgod responsibility! Alas, wig setting (and hauling wool military greatcoats around over my head) is not so great for my already poor posture and put upon back, so I've been cuddling up to a hot pad every night. There's one little spot between my shoulder blade and spine that occasionally acts up but has been burning like crazy lately. It's edging towards bad-enough-to-see-a-doc pain, though a) it's not there yet and b) I'm afraid I'll get a "stop doing whatever makes it hurt" diagnosis, which: no.

My actor and I positively ROCKED the fastest quick change in the show today, a change which involves a 10 year old boy going into a dress, heels, and wig/veil. We shaved nearly 15 seconds off a change which clocks in at just over 45 seconds total. Don't know what we did differently, but something was MAGIC! I actually looked to see if he'd gotten shoes on, as I couldn't see how we'd finished so fast. Awesomeness!

Unfortunately, I caught a knee to the face while peeling off the kiddo's socks (though no fault of his; he went to kick out of a shoe and I moved at just the wrong moment) and am now nursing a low level headache and some very faint bruising around my eye and across my nose. Nothing particularly visible unless I take my glasses off, but just tender enough to keep me aware of it.

So now, with an ice pack on my face and a hot bag o' rice and lentils on my back, I'm off to bed (and/or fic). Here's hoping I'm slightly less broken in the morning.
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I've gone without posting for so long that I barely know what to say. And so, a list!

5 Things That Make Me Smile

1. DC! I love every part of this city, from its perpetually delayed red line to its time vortex of museums to the fact that it keeps offering me work.

2. The Avengers, which I HAVE NOT seen yet (but will hopefully manage on Friday). The buzz and the flailing on LJ/Twitter/Tumblr have made me oh so happy, even as I remain unspoiled for the actual movie. Pretty people. Pretty people being happy at each other!

3. The Unusuals; I inhaled all 10 eps of in a mere 2 days. It's not a perfect show by any means, but the chemistry between cast members is FANTASTIC. Jeremy Renner and Amber Tamblyn are awesome together, and it's always a pleasure to watch an actualfax platonic relationship develop. Both characters are imperfect but relentlessly good people, and I want to give them hugs and make them happy forever.

4. Closing a show last weekend, teching a show next weekend, and seeing as much theatre as I can manage in the intervening days. So far: 39 Steps. Plans to see Taming of the Shrew and maybe 1776 if I can manage it.

5. This song from The Guild, which I've been headbanging around my room to for the last 48 hours:
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My work contract is up in just a few days, which means my life is full of frantic packing (... or not. *shiftyeyes*) and saying goodbye to the people I've lived and worked with for the last 9 months. At the moment, I don't have either the brainpower or the emotional wherewithal to talk about the strange and constant "trust these people with your life and now NEVER SEE THEM AGAIN" whiplash that is theatrical employment, but my head is filled with it. My room is currently far less packed than it should be, and I have 4 shows in 2 days, which suggests that my suitcase will remain unpacked until Monday. Hooray for preparedness.

I did a spectacularly terrible job at sending holiday cards last year, and am planning to remedy that this year. Care for a card? Comments are screened, so drop your address below. I cannot guarantee cards containing traditional holiday sentiments, but I most definitely can promise cards that make you smile.

Relatedly, I'm having lots of fun with this:



The relevant details, from the intro post: this is a stocking-stuffer fest. If you’d like to participate, just copy the following code, drop it into a new comment and let your stocking be stuffed! Icons, mini-mixes, new LJ friends, a cover for you awesome story, a recipe for oreo truffles, whatever your mini-Christmas wishes are. My comment is here, if you're curious. Wandering through the comments is a delightful explosion of fic recs, recipes, knitting patterns, and gifs. And it's only Nov 26th!
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People of LJ/DW, I beg your brains! I need assistance with teevee-related decision making.

I miss consuming a multi-season narrative in giant bites. I had a few watching projects going, but kinda failed out of extended narrative for a while. Sure, I have the back half of the current Doctor Who season and various other things (like QI and Charlie Jade) to watch. But I want a new show, and I'm having trouble deciding what to watch.

I got partway through s2 of Supernatural before I stopped because it got too scary. Yes, I am a wimp. Suspense and a little bit of gore is all it takes to give me nightmares for a week. And my work is too stressful for me to lose an entire night's sleep. I really loved the stories with the Reaper, though. I much prefer godly forces to "help, I'm stuck in the crawl space of this hotel." If I can hop, skip, and jump my way past the cheap scares and go straight to the awesome epic stories, I'm all for it. Also, I kinda want to meet Cas.

I was about halfway though s3 of Smallville when life got busy, and I never picked it up again. No particular reason, just didn't get around to watching any more. In fact, I have a couple eps that I watched and wrote brain drool for, but waited to post until I had a whole block. The "I have a seeeeeeeeecret but I can't tell you" narrative got old three seasons ago, but I'm always in the mood for more Lex.

And I left poor Merlin back at the beginning of s2, preferring to coast along with just the fandom. I hear s4 is looking WAY up; thoughts?

Do I:
- pick up Smallville again
- give Supernatural another chance
- scrap both and watch [insert awesome show here]
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My day, in three moments:

1- The smaller theatre's show (we have 2 stages, one giant opera house and one proscenium) opened today. Hooray! But now there's a post Opening Night Party party happening in my house. There is music. And yelling. And board games. And jumping? [I don't begrudge the partying in general, and also I live with 13 people so noise is a constant, but GNARRRR.]
ETA: Now they're playing DJ Earworm, and I can't deny the power of awesome mashups.

2- I burned my hand earlier, and it hurts and is puffy. I burned it by TURNING ON THE TAP. Because our tap water, when given the chance to warm up, is juuuuuuust shy of boiling. I KID YOU NOT. Folks took measurements last year, and it clocked in a around 190 Fahrenheit (boiling is 212). My shower, naturally, remains room temperature.

3- My father is here! Well, not here here. But he's in the same state as me! Tomorrow, I shall take him to my favorite brunch place and 2 of the 3 places of business I frequent in this town. Within walking distance of me (ie, not across the scary, pedestrian-unfriendly swing bridge) there are 7 businesses where I can exchange money for goods or services. One of those is the theatre, 2 are restaurants. There's an ice cream shop, a post office, a cheese shop, and a clothing shop for wealthy, colorblind retirees.
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Watched two movies this past weekend, paired specifically because they both focus on a gay main character but are definitely not Issue Stories. I've had both I Love You Phillip Morris and Christopher and His Kind on my To Watch list for a while, and decided a double feature was in order. [personal profile] charloween helpfully pointed out that they're structurally similar and both based on true stories.

This is by no means a review; it's more a somewhat un-garbled collection of my thoughts.

Aaaaaaand posting now as our power has been flickering ominously. Hey there snow in October, how are you? (If you don't hear from me for a few days, I've probably turned into a slush monster.)

I Love You Phillip Morris: silly, abrasive, and frustrating )

Christopher and His Kind: pretty, subtle, and unexpectedly uplifting )

Time to stop writing things and make sure my electrical devices are charged. I don't expect the power to go out for more than a minute or two, but the ice covered leaves are apparently felling branches and trees all around and I'd rather have a full and charged Nook.
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I've said many times that the world of theatre (really, entertainment in general) is very strange. Our "normal" isn't.

For City of Angels, one of my responsibilities is the blood rig. A gun goes off, and there's a beautiful moment where one character stumbles backward and clutches her chest as a blood stain slowly appears then grows on her white dress. In order to make that awesome effect, we use a mechanical rig. In addition to getting the actress into the rig, I make the blood and clean the whole affair every show. (It's great fun; I love gore effects and volunteered be keeper as soon as I heard mention of the rig!) To fill the blood pack, I use a solution of Aged Reel Blood, water, dish soap (because we have to wash it out of clothes 8 times a week; liquid soap makes it washable AND thickens it), and a dash of green food coloring (for color, so the blood pops against her white dress even more). I mix up a few bottles of the stuff ever other week and fill the blood pack for every show. Neither process is particularly neat. In fact, I end up with blood all over my hands and arms if I'm not careful. Though it's washable, my skin absorbs die easily, so my fingers will remain stained pink until well after the show closes. The first time I made new blood, I sprayed too much water as I was cleaning, and ended up with what appeared to be arterial blood spatter across my face. Yaaaay gore!

A few days ago, I got out of the shower after using a new shampoo for the first time. Imagine my horror when I glanced down to see red blotches all the way up my arms. I had a moment of "OH NO HIVES!" followed by "Quick, rinse to get off whatever little bit of irritant is left!" in turn followed by "... oh. Blood stains. No need to panic." That definitely belongs on the list of Things Not Hear Outside the Entertainment Industry.

The baggies that hold the blood are actually shortened IV packs, since IV bags have this awesome self-healing gel that can be repeatedly pierced with a needle but won't leak. I also have a full-sized IV bag that I fill with warm water to clean the rig. The rig is electric, and the motor's got a good little buzz. So there's me at the sink with an IV bag full of warm water, a coil of medical tubing in my lap (warm with the water running through it), and a little motor buzzing happily.

Chances that a random bystander would see me and think I'm doing theatre things: slim.
Chances that same bystander would thing I'm doing porny, medical kinky things: VERY HIGH.
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I started an All Clear post this morning. The flood waters are down, the rain has stopped, the clean-up is mostly done. The rain this past weekend bumped the flood waters up again, so the dock was only 2 feet above the water level at low tide (usually it's about 6 feet above). But the parcking lot was dry.

When I got to the Opera House this afternoon, I found that the dock was underwater and the lower parking lot was flooded again. I laughed. What else could I do?

Everyone I interact with is exhausted as the end of our run creeps up. 2 weeks ago we had cancelled shows and hurricane crazyness. Last week we did 9 shows (one extra performance may not sound that bad, but trust me, IT IS): 2 on Wednesday, 2 on Thursday, 1 on Friday, 2 Saturday, and 2 Sunday. We have the same schedule this week. Next week is closing, so we have a wacky schedule. Instead of having both Monday and Tuesday off, we have a show on Tuesday, 2 on Wednesday, 2 on Thursday, 1 on Friday, and our final two shows on Saturday. After the second show on Saturday, we'll start strike/changeover. Sunday will be a day off, which much sleeping and relaxing. Monday we'll prep the theatre for tech and Tuesday we start tech for City of Angels. We have our first paying audience the following Friday.

If that sounds exhausting and overwhelming, that's 'cause it is. The last week and a half sucked pretty much all the life out of me, so I'm running on giggles and little else now. Luckily, so is everyone else. The dressing room has been filled with lots of goofing off, levels of insanity not previously reached with this cast.

I'm typing in circles now, and it's past 2am, so here. Have some music. I've been listening to this song lots (and now the rest of the album, since my terrible internet connection and iTunes finally cooperated enough to let me buy it!). The Gotye love is longstanding, but Kimbra is new to me and she is fierce! Together, they make much awesome.

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I have not been swept away by winds or flood waters! There's no horrific damage in our area (that I've seen), but widespread mild to moderate damage. Lots of debris, some trees down, some significant flooding. We lost power around 6:30am on Sunday, and likely won't get it back for another few days. Since we're on well water, we also don't have that. No power is no fun, but 50+ people with no flush toilets is not so good. The theatre has installed us at a somewhat-local hotel.

I've done enough camping (and lived far enough from civilization that a squirrel sneezing on a power line means a power outage) that I can handle walking 7 minutes to the generator-powered Opera House to use the bathroom. I even got to shower this morning! I got reid of perishables in advance, and cooked food that I could eat cold, so I was doing ok there as well. I also crammed my Nook with books and fic, and was content to survive the week. But I am perhaps a bit more adaptable than some, in this respect. And so the theatre is putting us up in a place that doesn't smell of stale wee.

The fact that the entire town is without power means far less light pollution which means STARS! STARS FOREVER! Got to see Jupiter and the Milky Way last night, and is was magnificent.
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Earlier this week, we felt (well, lots of other people. I was out and about, and din't feel a thing) the East Coast earthquake.

We're also in the midst of bracing for angry Hurricane Irene to throw herself at us.

Yesterday, I saw a locust sitting on our screen. I looked at him (her?), he looked at me, and we both went our separate ways. Didn't think anything of it until someone made a "the world's ending! Signs of the apocalypse! Plagues!" sort of comment. Then I flailed QUITE A BIT.

Irene is still a few hours off. It's been grey, drizzly, and unbearably humid all day, but we got proper rain and our first big thunderclap around 11:30pm. I've charged and updated my Nook, located my flashlights, cooked/acquired non-perishable and cold-friends food, put up lots of water, and am as ready as I'll ever be. I now plan to sleep for a bit, then hopefully wake up to see the brunt of the storm. We're right on the CT river (the theatre butts up to the water, my house is less than half a mile away) so flooding is a pretty major concern.

Trees + wind + rain + river = a predicted mess.

Chances are pretty good that we'll lose power (though I expected it to be out already and we've still got active power, cell signal, AND internet--if you can call this crawly connection active). If that happens, I'll check in over here on the Twitters.
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This morning I bummed a ride into the only town nearby with a coffee shop and spend my early afternoon sitting in a window seat with coffee and Fly Trap by Frances Hardinge. 2 hours spent happily immersing myself in the world of Toll-by-Night with green-painted rebels and crotchety geese and hapless would-be kidnappers.

Then I climbed head first through a bedroom window in order to unlock a door.

And how way your morning?
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After much hemming and hawing, I've decided to do something about my irrational fear of lace. Time for a new project! I'm headed to the store to get yarn tomorrow (was going to have Mum mail me some of my stash, but the yarn I had in mind is either cobweb or single ply and [personal profile] charloween helpfully saved me from myself and suggested something with more weight) but all the patterns I'm considering require roughly the same yardage or are flexible. Top three contenders:

Clapo-Ktus- Not the most challenging lace pattern (though lacier than anything I've ever managed), but a lovely drape. Would be fun in a steely grey.

Upstairs- A lacier look, which should hold up just as well with slightly weightier yarn and possibly larger needles.

Sunshine- I love the shape, but calling this lace is stretching it.

I'm also hopelessly in love with this Shipwreck shawl from Knitty. (Don't worry, Girasole, I still drool over you on a regular basis.) It's WHOA CRAZY outside of my skill and price range, and requires way more hours than I can give right now. But so pretty! The second shot, of the shawl unfurled over the water, makes me oh so happy.

Hey pattern makers: take beautiful pictures of your pieces and I will LOVE YOU AND YOUR WORK FOREVER.
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I acquired a Spotify invite yesterday and have spent my morning playing around with it. My impressions:

1. So much music!
2. So much music that I don't have to pay for! Occasional adverts, sure. But free!
3. SO. MUCH. MUSIC. I'm currently listening to Hank Green's new album, Ellen Hardcastle.
3a. DFTBA Records on an international music streaming site. So cool!
4. Have I mentioned how much music there is? I'm still all jaw-droppy over finding a bunch of DFTBA records (especially since I searched for "Hark Green" with the specific intention of asking for music that Spotify couldn't find). That's not to say everything ever is available. There's only one Gypsy & the Cat song, for example. But still. SO MUCH MUSIC.
5. I don't have invites yet, but I expect I'll get them soonish? And when I do, they're up for grabs. Anyone interested?
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1. I spent the theatre weekend--Monday and Tuesday--in NYC visiting friends, people watching in Central Park, galavanting around Times Square (OH GOD OVERSTIMULATION), visiting the Harry Potter exhibit at Discovery, and remembering that I don't like NYC. I've only visited the city twice before, and as much as I love the things it contains, I've left with a general feeling of ickyness. Maybe it's the lack of sky. Maybe it's the constant crush of crabby people. Maybe it's something else. I find DC, Toronto, and Chicago all delightful. Why does NYC make my skin crawl after a mere 24 hours?

2. The Harry Potter exhibit at Discovery (mostly props and costumes complimented by an audio tour with designer interviews) was a blast. I think I have Things To Say about Harry Potter and the final movie and the impact it's had on my life, but not now. The Discovery exhibit was particularly enjoyable because I got to hear lots of designers in my industry talk about their passion for the work.

There was one robe, though I can't remember which, held together with size 4 black snaps. They're the same snaps we use for most of our quick rigging, and I've EASILY sewn a hundred of them the last three+ months. I recognized them instantly (a feat I'm alternately proud of and embarrassed by) and physically recoiled (definitely not proud, as I elbowed a nice woman behind me) and made the gals I was with laugh.

Aside from the PTSD (Post-Tech Snap Disorder), I loved seeing the same work I've been doing on display as artistry. I mean, mostly I think of my job as a craft. To me, the stitching and painting and distressing I do is less Art and more craft that assists in the making of Art. But this, from the bleach-stained Invisibility Cloak (INFINITELY more impressive post-CGI) to Lupin's scuffed shoes to the distressing on the trio's Prisoner of Azkaban Shrieking Shack costumes, this was definitely Art. If you'll forgive a touch of melodrama, the exhibit was Work!life and fan!life combined in an unexpected and magnificent and inspiring way.

3. I've been playing around with Google+ the last week or so. It's definitely shiny! I haven't futzed or read enough to get a feel for the bad things, yet. I love the integration with other Google products. Not only will Plus notify me via the nav bar (or whatever that top menu for bouncing between Gmail and Docs and Calendar and such is actually called), it'll let me interact and post to Plus WITHOUT LEAVING GMAIL. Haven't used it yet, but the hangout via webcam feature seems particularly fun as well.

Anybody need or want an invite?

Bonus: Yup, VERY GLAD to be in not-NYC now. Sad to leave peeps and be away from theatre, but GAAA THAT CITY.
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Seeeeeeeeeason 3 here I come! [personal profile] serrico tells me this season is the fangirl catnip season, so I've got my typing fingers at the ready!

3x1 "Exile" I reeeeally don't like this Clark but accept his narrative purpose. )

Ok, totes watching ep 2. Cannot go to bed now!

3x2 "Phoenix" Smallville Characters: ISSUES. WE HAVE THEM. )

3x3 "Extinction" I see we've stopped dancing around vigilante plot lines. )

3x4 "Slumber" The first 20 minutes were engaging... )

3x5 "Perry" I get the feeling I'm either supposed to recognize Perry or remember his face because we'll see him later. Or both. )

3x6 "Relic" In which there is fun history and TERRIBLE fx. )

3x7 "Magnetic" In which things happened but didn't really engage me. Also sexism. )

3x8 "Shattered" Well, that's a refreshing change! )

3x9 "Asylum" So much pain! So much happy for me! So few ways of writing that without sounding masochistic! )

We start tech for our next show tomorrow, so chances are slim that I'll manage to watch much in the next week+. Pretty much all I want to do when I get home from tech is shower and sleep. I'm fed at the theatre, so even food isn't a priority. 3 meals at the theatre = long days!
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I've talked a bit to folks in real life about how frustrating and polarizing the queer-and-in-theatre community is (and part of me feels guilty for complaining because a) employed and b) no one's actively trying to harm me because of my sexuality but c) how do I live in a developed, mature country in which a) and b) are still serious problems?).

None of that mattered tonight, as we (collectively: cast and crew) watched the NY State Senate debate. Most (possibly all?) of this cast are New Yorkers, either by birth or by transplant. All had a vested interest in the outcome of the vote. For a little while, a show that's been dragging me down was both totally unimportant and the most vital thing I could be doing. That show meant I was connected to people, people who went onstage and tapped their hearts out then came offstage to crowd around those of us clutching phones and Twitter connections. Despite a clunky internet connection, we watched the live feed in the dressing room when cues allowed and cheered when the final amendment passed. Teary eyes and shaky hands were prevalent, myself thoroughly (and somewhat unexpectedly) included. Our show came down not long after the final vote was announced, and instead of "see you tomorrow" or "good night," everyone left to calls of "33-29!"

It's 3am, I'm sleepy, I've my last 2 shows and strike tomorrow. I suspect none of this makes sense, but my brain's too busy for sleep and writing is as good a method as any to quiet the buzzing.

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