| live from ... watching the DNC ... |
[27 Aug 2008|05:51pm] |
I'm sorry, I don't care how scripted it is; I'm in tears over here. Really embarrassing tears through a fit of incredulous laughter.
Thank you, Hillary. When all's said and done, you are one freaking classy lady.
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| Merc's new adventures in sexual harassment! |
[26 Aug 2008|01:51am] |
Talking about this in chat motivated me to make an actual post.
Today I hung out with ![[info]](../p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) schiarire! (It actually happened! We have photographic evidence!) She took me to a lovely comic book shop and indulged my perpetual craving for pad thai, and all in all it was a wonderful afternoon.
However.
On the way back home, as I was walking down the street, I passed a man about halfway across a crosswalk. When he saw me, he paused, turned around, and started to walk towards me. He said something to me that I could not make out because I was ignoring him. He then proceeded to walk alongside me; I was on the sidewalk and he was walking on the other side of the cars. I am 99.97% sure he was watching me the whole way, because every time I looked he was looking at me. He crossed to the opposite side of the street, but continued walking at the same pace as I was for about two blocks, maybe three. Finally, as I was getting ready to cross towards him (I had to in order to get home), I turned and saw that he had started to approach me and was maybe ten or fifteen feet away.
So I snapped, "How about you back off, buddy?"
"Hey, honey, I'm just walkin' down the street."
"Whatever."
... And he went away.
I kept looking over my shoulder until I hit the coffee shop near our house, but as soon as he was out of range, I have to admit I did a little self-congratulatory crowing.
"Take that, you misogynist motherfucker. I go to fucking Scripps."
Merc: 1
Rapists: 0
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| I'VE BEEN A BAD GIRL. |
[24 Aug 2008|01:43pm] |
Despite genarti's, shati's, and dictator_duck's valiant attempts to persuade me against it, I woke up this morning and bought sparkly sequins.*
COULD NOT. RESIST. THE SPARKLY.
Anyway, my return to school and gainful employment could not be more well-timed, as otherwise it might start to look a little impoverished up in here. >.>
*Sweater in "Azalea," not that other color. Red? Black? Thing.
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| ... Also. |
[22 Aug 2008|08:17pm] |
Let's try this meme thing one more time, shall we? THIS ONE ACTUALLY ISN'T FULL YET I KNOW BECAUSE I CHECKED.
『THEVILLAINMEME』
P.S. Fahye this is the perfect way to see if we've got the villainous ratings necessary to embark on a life of crime.
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[22 Aug 2008|06:57pm] |
Last night, as it got too late and dark to copy out my handwritten notes for latest chapter of Batfic, I started writing up responses to prompts on the Batman Kink Meme.
Now, maybe I'm just paranoid, but I'm just kind of waiting for someone to reply to an anonydrabble with: "...... Hi Merc."
(For interested parties: I only wrote two, neither occurring before page 10. GUESSING GAMES ARE FUN. My lone non-anon drabble is Poison Ivy/Jolly Green Giant.
SHE COULD NOT RESIST HE WAS SO VERDANT.)
Anyhow, tonight I'm sneaking out to go dance. Rebellious Merc is rebellious! What are your weekend plans?
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[20 Aug 2008|03:26pm] |
So I uuuuusually try not to do too many memes all at once, but I checked my tags and my last one was two months ago! :O Unless I'm forgetting one. Anyway, I've seen this one around but never done it:
THEANONYMOUSMEME
Incidentally, you know what's great not to read at 2 am in a secluded beach house with no locks? Arkham Asylum: A Serious House on Serious Earth.
Ahahahahasaveme.
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| Fic: Extreme Penal System Makeover (Nolanverse Batfic) |
[19 Aug 2008|11:33pm] |
I know, I know, I have a fic to finish. I'M WORKING ON IT. But in the meantime ... Batfandom is not always such a bright and sunny place, is it? Don't we all deserve a break for reality TV shows, random slashy interludes, pot brownies, and general crackalicious self-indulgence?
If by "we all" we mean "me," the answer to that is a resounding yes.
Title: Extreme Penal System Makeover
Genre: Crack
Pairing(s): None so far except maybe one-sided Bruce/Gordon. Eventual Joker/Batman, Joker/Harley, Ivy/Harley, Ivy/everyone, Joker/Scarecrow, Batman/Scarecrow, Two-Face/Coin, Two-Face/someone else.
Rating: PG for this chapter, eventual R.
Word Count: I don't even know.
Summary: When Arkham Asylum loses its funding and is forced to shut down, Commissioner Gordon accepts an offer from a reality TV show in exchange for publicity and much-needed capital. With one Bat and five homicidal maniacs living under one roof, what could possibly go wrong?
Warnings: Crack (the literary kind). Eventual drug use. (The real crack.) Uh. I think that's it.
( We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming to bring you this special announcement. )
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| nothing to see here, kids ... |
[18 Aug 2008|06:40pm] |
As a result of talking to bookelfe and procrastinating on the end (?) of that monstrosity of a fanfic that has eaten my soul:
Title: je te plumerai
Word Count: 800ish
Summary: Beauty and fear.
Warnings: Homosexual slurs. D:
Notes: So we were talking about how Cillian Murphy is eerily pretty and how that might have affected Crane's famously scarring childhood years. Then I was reading some interesting posts in ![[info]](../p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) professor_crane and this solidified. It's not really a fanfic so much as a character study (and even "study" might be pushing it). Based off of Nolanverse and backstory established in Batman/Scarecrow: Year One.
People who know French ... don't hurt me? I don't think I made any especially ridiculous or egregious errors.
( For as long as he could remember, Jonathan Crane had been *pretty.* )
HELP ME. WHY IS THERE AN AMORAL PSYCHIATRIST AND A HOMICIDAL CLOWN LIVING IN MY BRAIN. Discussion welcome: Apparently the most productive thing I can do these days is psychoanalyze fictional crazies.
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| random feminist grumblings du jour |
[16 Aug 2008|03:11pm] |
A combination of being immersed in the dance scene (both in San Francisco and Austin) and a little peek at customers_suck has gotten me into some harassment-related musing.
As a young woman who dances Blues, a dance often characterized by its "sexiness" and close contact, I've been on the receiving end of a lot of sexual advances from older men, most of them in the form of ostensibly harmless flirting or banter. However, increasingly, I have felt annoyed, insulted, and even threatened by these advances. Is this a case of Bella Swanism-- "OMG HOW DARE YOU WANT TO FLIRT WITH ME"? Am I getting stuck-up, cocky, too kewl to put up with the little people anymore? Am I, in fact, just like those bitchy girls from high school?
I don't think so.
( Because to me, this is about power. )
I realize that all of this is filtered through my lens of obsessive dancing. Even so, I feel like it's ... at least sort of relevant ... to broader issues of harassment and power systems and blah blah blah. But maybe it's not! Either way, I kind of had to get this off my chest.
... I just wish somebody not on the flist could understand.
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| Scarecrow/Joker - The saga continues. |
[15 Aug 2008|06:18pm] |
Title: Bedbugs and Boomboxes (alternate titles include Quivering Clownflesh and COOL COOL MAKEUP)
Fandom: Dark Knight (Nolanverse!Batman)
Spoilers: Aye aye, captain.
Pairing: Scarecrow/Joker
Rating: R! I think. Uh. PARENTS KEEP YOUR CHILDREN AWAY FROM THIS FIC JUST IN CASE. (Rated for sexual situations and the ambiguous use of knives.)
Words: 3292
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I have no money. I'm just a fan with an overactive imagination and a love of pop culture references.
Notes: A continuation of You Had Me at Hello and See You In the Funny Papers, thoughtfully linked for your perusal! Thank you thank you rowanberries for the quickread before this went up. Thanks also to tafadhali for the fabulous icon displayed herein.
I also want it to be known that I actually did some firsthand research for some segments of this chapter. And I feel vaguely dirty. NO I WON'T TELL YOU WHAT THE RESEARCH ENTAILED. DON'T ASK ME QUESTIONS YOU DON'T WANT THE ANSWER TO.
(Special bonus goes to whoever can spot the Talladega Nights reference in this chapter.)
( Featuring Vicki Vale! Also there are some explosions and the Joker kills some people, WHAT ELSE IS NEW. )
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| fic-writing thoughts, 8/15/08 |
[15 Aug 2008|05:25pm] |
- God, I want a better euphemism. WHY IS THERE NO GOOD WAY TO TALK ABOUT GENITALIA? FAIL, ENGLISH. FAIL.
- Oh my God I hope this dude at the Starbucks can't read over my shoulder. But then again, I am in San Francisco; maybe gay supervillain knifeporn isn't that unusual.
- Does anybody want to read this thing over? I'm almost done typing it up and I can't shake the feeling that it's really, really stupid. Yaaaaay, Amy.
- I dislike the word "cock." Except sometimes. But there aren't any words I like BETTER.
- Virginia Woolf called. She wants her semicolons back.
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| Scarecrow/Joker - "Holy Villain-Sex, Batman!" |
[12 Aug 2008|01:33am] |
Title: See You In the Funny Papers (alternate titles include Holy Villain-Sex, Batman! and Oh My God There's a Plot Now?)
Fandom: Dark Knight (Nolanverse!Batman)
Spoilers: Yes! Fairly major ones.
Pairing: Scarecrow/Joker
Rating: PG-13? Sort of?
Words: 2454ish
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I have no money. I'm just a fan with an overactive imagination and a love of pop culture references.
Notes: A continuation of "You Had Me at Hello." You will proooobably be a little bit confused if you don't read that first. Thanks go out to everyone who reviewed, as well as to tafadhali (as always) and skittycat for some kickass art of the first chapter.
( It was on the evening of the third day, in the hallway outside his latest motel room, that the Joker found him. )
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| NC-17 Scarecrow/Joker, Nolanverse - "You Had Me at Hello" |
[06 Aug 2008|08:01pm] |
Oh my God. I'm sitting here, rocking back and forth, keening softly, and wondering how in the name of God I wrote this monstrosity. Many thanks to tafadhali for reading and reassuring me that while I may be going to hell, I'm not (necessarily) a bad writer.
Title: You Had Me at Hello (alternate titles include Old-Fashioned Lover Boy and A Primer on the Misuse of Toxins in a Social Setting, by Dr. Jonathan Crane)
Fandom: Dark Knight (Nolanverse!Batman)
Spoilers: Yes! Fairly major ones.
Pairing: Scarecrow/Joker
Rating: NC-17 (for graphic sex and not-really-con)
Words: 2409
Notes: I blame certain individuals for the inclusion of certain lines and references. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.
( HERE THERE BE DARK KNIGHT SPOILERS. AND BROKEBACK MOUNTAIN REFERENCES. AND PMS JOKES. WTF. Please don't read this if you suspect it might cause you to judge me. )
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| helloooo from San Francisco! |
[04 Aug 2008|08:00pm] |
The only thing better than a pretty dress and new jeans is knowing that a) the jeans were $12.50 marked down from $125.00, and b) the dress is a Betsey Johnson (at last!!!!!!!) for approximately 85% off.
Oh, San Francisco. Your 24th Street depresses me with its utter lack of affordability, but the rest of you isn't too shabby. :D Tomorrow my mother promised me shopping if I would endure fine art, so we're Frida Kahlo'ing it up at the MoMA. Also I danced Lindy Hop in Golden Gate Park yesterday! I ran into a guy I'd met at Austin Blues Party, and when I ran up to him he said without missing a beat, "Hey Eyebrows!"
(Yes. It was THAT guy.)
ALSO. Best idea for a horror movie ever Y/N:
A television crew from TLC goes to a house they plan to buy/renovate/clean, only to inadvertently run afoul of malicious spirits. When they become trapped in the evil house, one of the crew members speaks up: "Don't worry, guys! I was a sound op on Ghost Hunters."
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| this could be a(nother) sign I have no life |
[31 Jul 2008|04:19pm] |
Nabbed from furikku.
Your result for The Fashion Style Test... Catwalk God(dess)
Take The Fashion Style Test at HelloQuizzy
OH MY GOD GUYS TAKE IT AND TELL ME WHAT YOU GET. UNLESS YOU'RE GEN, IN WHICH CASE JUST POST YOUR RESULTS AGAIN FOR SCIENCE POSTERITY.
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| mother says I was a dancer before I could walk |
[26 Jul 2008|12:32pm] |
I cried most of the way through Mamma Mia! for what are mainly sappy, silly reasons.* It was (mostly) good crying. I remember seeing the stage show with tafadhali, and it remains one of the most fun, human musicals I've ever seen.
Also, Lilly Kane was amaaaaazing.
*Okay, uh, so mmmmaybe the reason that I was crying is because the cast of Mamma Mia! reminds me of my friends and how I wish my family was and made me think that someday I could get married and be happy. I KNOW I'M A TOTAL SAP.
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| this is why we don't let Merc get bored ... |
[23 Jul 2008|12:13am] |
Today, the corner of the intern table that we have dubbed "Teen Girl Corner" was having fun with Kaeri's shiny pink gum wrappers and trying to figure out what mini-origami shapes one could make with them, when I exclaimed, "I want to, like, make a skirt out of them."
Which led me, during a guest speaker double feature, to design a garbage bag skirt covered in wrappers and miscellaneous trash. When I got home (and with a little bit of solid advice from my mother), I actually made said skirt.
Naturally there are pictures.
( I call it 'The Sustainability Skirt.' Images are kind of large! )
I'm so wearing it to work tomorrow.
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[19 Jul 2008|01:55pm] |
On Thursday, I was at a Howard Dean mini-rally in downtown Austin, and I learned randomly from a woman I started chatting with that Austin Slam poet Shannon Leigh Lewis died on June 30th. She was 20.
At the time, I had no idea what she was talking about, not having been involved in the Austin Poetry Slam scene for about a year and a half, but the phrase "it was really terrible about Shannon" clued me in pretty quick. I said I agreed, it was awful, poor Sheila, and in my head I was just-- you really don't expect to be hearing that at noon on Thursday at a voter registration rally.
I didn't know her well-- I knew her mom Sheila a lot better, and I only really talked with Shannon once. It was the first, last, and only time I made the City-Wide Under 21 Finals, and she was telling me not be nervous even though everybody gets nervous and it's totally okay. Shannon was a real rock star in the city's slam scene, and I just ... I keep thinking about where I was and what I was doing when she got into that accident and when she died. I can't believe something like that could happen to her; her style was not mine, and it took a little getting used to before I could really groove with it, but she was very, very talented. Everybody knew it.
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