mesmiranda: (bloody hell)
* "A teenage girl who was dropped from her high school's cheerleading squad after refusing to chant the name of a basketball player who had sexually assaulted her must pay compensation of $45,000 (£27,300) after losing a legal challenge against the decision."

* "Joe Rehyansky, a part-time magistrate and Vietnam veteran, wrote on conservative news site The Daily Caller that lesbians should be allowed to serve in the military because straight male soldiers could “convert” them.


Mr Rehyansky, of Hamilton County, Tennessee, argued that men were naturally more promiscuous than women and “it fell to men to swing through the trees and scour the caves in search of as many women as possible to subdue and impregnate – a tough job but someone had to do it”.

Then, he claimed that the “promiscuity” of gay men, coupled with HIV, would have “the potential for disastrous health consequences” if gay men were allowed to serve openly in the military."

* "Let’s start off by saying that men and women shouldn’t go back to the Stone Age, but I like it when men are men. I have always appreciated traditional gender roles; maybe that’s because I’m five feet tall and can’t open a jar of pickles by myself. That means men should not be crying when watching The Notebook and not accepting morning sex when it’s offered. If you want to play Black Ops and spew obscenities for hours on end, that’s okay, because I know that’s who’s paying for dinner tomorrow. Also, ladies, there are always going to be things that men do better than us. Deal with it. We can cry our way out of a ticket and flirt with men to get free drinks, so it’s a pretty fair trade."

I think misanthropy is a pretty good option today.

A post!

May. 1st, 2011 11:30 pm
mesmiranda: (magic)

-- Osama bin Laden is officially dead. I can still remember where I was when getting the news about 9/11: in my grade 10 science classroom, sitting at the lab countertops, listen to the principal's voice break over the intercom. The whole school went very quiet. I think somebody was yelling something downstairs but I can't remember what.

They said we could go home early, and I went home, and lay in bed for a long while and thought about planes overhead. We live close to an airport and we hear planes going in and out all the time, and it was so quiet. Everything was quiet. The whole thing was deeply urreal.

I can't even begin to imagine what it must have been like to be an American, to be in New York. All the people who were killed, all the people whose lives were affected--they're the ones who're important, they're the ones we should remember. Nobody should remember him now that he's gone.

-- Less serious news: Real life and job hunting are kicking my butt right now. BUT I'll be doing a round-up of fic posts soon and posting the invisible-Sherlock fic I needed to finish, like, two months ago.

-- I have a Tumblr! It is mostly for stalking people and reblogging things, nothing exciting like everything I post.

-- Awesome news!

-- More awesome news!

-- Tomorrow Canada may or may not have a new Prime Minister, so that's happening. Mycroft Almighty help us.

In conclusion, this is my very first, very crappy GIF:

mesmiranda: (love!)
(Also known as, my friend Katherine is thoroughly and completely awesome. XD)

Running out in an hour or so to see it at my local theatre--will report more later!

EDIT (somewhat late, also spoilers):

Benedict Cumberbatch, why so much win.

I haven't had--and probably won't have--the chance to see Jonny Lee Miller in the role of the Creature, but I'm not exaggerating (or biased!) when I say that Benedict carried the entire production. He talked in the short pre-show documentary behind-the-scenes thing they had about studying stroke survivors who have to recoordinate their limbs and speech, and it really showed. The jerky galvanized movements, the unfocused stammer-slur--one of the gentlemen I talk to on the bus regularly has that same slow, careful speech, and he nailed it. You could really see it, and it was amazing and horrifying and heartbreaking. So good.

The staging was really, really interesting. I was curious to see what Danny Boyle, who uses a lot of film 'tricks' in his movies--split-screen, close-up, weird perspective shots--would do for theatre, and you could recognize his style. The whole almost-chandelier overhead--a bunch of suspended glowing lanterns--representing lightning and flashing blindly as the poor Creature writhed around; the round red 'womb' that the Creature and his mate emerged out of (and her death, the blood everywhere, oh my God). Even the pace felt really similar to Boyle's films.

The music was... a bit weird at points, but fitting--I'm sorry Boyle didn't bring A.R. Rahman over to do the scoring. The whole 'birth' scene went on a bit too long, and Victor's role is underwritten (although Jonny Lee Miller does a fine job)--but really, ultimately, it's not his story. It's the Creature's. And Benedict does it brilliantly.

Three thumbs up. ;)

No, subconscious, I am not writing a crossover fic oh DAMMIT.
mesmiranda: (Default)
One of my friends on Steam is in Hiroshima--she's okay, but her parents were supposed to fly in and now everything's a muddle. As soon as I got the news, I raced to Steam chat to make sure she was all right--still a little bit shaky.

I hope and pray that everybody, their family, friends and loved ones are doing all right.
mesmiranda: (arrrr)
Really need to get that invisibleSherlock!fic posted in the next couple of days. :| Right!

The books I am reading: I just finished Remarkable Creatures by Tracy Chevalier, Vivaldi's Virgins by Barbara Quick, and Nemesis, the latest Marcus Didius Falco book by Lindsay Davis. Next up is the David Liss book, The Devil's Company.

The book I am writing: Finishing up my Nano from last year, a horror/fantasy/bananas thing about people walking through walls.

The book I love most: I really, truly, honestly cannot answer this question.

The last book I received as a gift: I think it was The Girl Who Kicked the Hornet's Nest, from my dad. (Am I the only person who was meh about those books? I read them and I recognize intellectually that they were good and all, but I have zero desire to pick them up again.)

The last book I gave as a gift: The first Flavia de Luce book (The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie) by Allan Bradley, to my best friend for Christmas. If anybody is reading this: it's a mystery series set in 1950s England starring Flavia de Luce, who is Lyra Belacqua crossed with BBC's Sherlock, and it is awesome. YOU MUST READ THEM RIGHT NOW.

The nearest book on my desk: Poison, by Sara Poole. This kind of book should be right up my alley--it's got a badass female lead and Renaissance history and scheming and deviousness and cleverness--but for some reason it's leaving me completely flat. I keep dipping in and out of it while I'm waiting for stuff to load on my computer--not unable to put it down.

I crave a Kobo e-book reader in ways that are profound and unknown to man. :/
mesmiranda: (quack)
Hai journal hai.

Last Monday the family and I went out for Family Day (the Ontario government: "YOU ARE REQUIRED BY LAW TO PARTICIPATE IN HEALTHY WHOLESOME BONDING ACTIVITIES WITH YOUR NUCLEAR UNIT") to a restaurant right across the street from our street: Milagro, a Mexican cantina. The server was very, very nommable indeed, but sitting across from your mother and your little brother puts a damper on that kind of thing. I had chicken-and-cheese enchiladas drenched in this very tasty and very brown bean sauce, with spicy refried rice and guacamole, and melted all the ice on the road on the walk home. Sangra with chopped fruit is more or less my favourite thing in the world now.

Then a flurry of tests and homework, and Saturday I went out to the Met Opera showing at the local theatre. I picked Iphigénie en Tauride because of Plácido Domingo, and he was awesome, but seriously, Susan Graham has the most gorgeous soprano ever. She can sing the phone book at me, I won't mind!

It was really brilliantly staged--all the warm red and brown colours of blood for the priestesses, who are both the heart of the piece and the sacrifices and the slayers, and bright silver and blue for the cold King Thoas, and the stage was split up in chunks to convey cramped prison cells and a claustrophobic sense of space.

(Also totally the gayest opera ever. My hand to God, two-thirds of the thing is Oreste and Pylade singing about how they're BFFs and they adore each other and they can never ever ever be separated and they'll die for each other. There's no love interest! Oreste and Pylade are 99% canon!)

I hung out with the girls in the evening (chicken wings with extra dipping sauce, and the 2009 Star Trek) and next day I watched the Oscars with my dad--our yearly ritual. Anne Hathaway, I think you're adorable and I am keeping my fingers tightly crossed for your career. James Franco, not so much. (Colin Firth, squee!)

I hope everybody in the landslide in Bolivia is doing okay; this and this hurt my heart to read.

This is brilliant, though, and so is this.

Time to finish up some homework now before the house blows over. I leave you with this, from here:

mesmiranda: (rose)
I can has:

-a new haircut

-the new Pokemon Black and White games (I can hear everyone laughing at me)

-Portal 2

-two tests and two assignments

-many pub nights!

-an opera on Saturday (Iphigénie en Tauride--it's part of the Met opera live broadcast system.) Oh my God, Plácido Domingo!

-the Oscars on Sunday

-another test and two assignments the following week


I no can has:

mesmiranda: (quack)
I promised myself I'd get this done first thing, before any other fills on the sherlockbbc_fic meme or otherwise. I feel like this is missing something, but I don't know what... Hopefully someone reading this can tell me. Maybe a sequel will tell?

Set after 'Homo homini lupus' )
mesmiranda: (top hat)
I have some time before study group starts and I've been meaning to do this, so what the heck.

Sherlock in handcuffs, a la 09!Holmes (I should finish this one) )

Goats and coats and sonic screwdrivers, and naked John )
mesmiranda: (lemons)
And I have a Livejournal now, so I can stalk communities and suchlike. This will probably stay the base of operations, though.

Real life went ahead and dumped a load of bollocks on me in the past month or so--still unemployed, still in possession of a useless degree, still hopelessly dateless on Valentine's (and my hair looks stupid!)--but I'm getting back in the saddle and I have plans now. Plans are cool.

* This is a great blog, updated every day, about what's happening in Egypt.

* The Unpopular Woman Love Post is made of exponential win.

* 'Invisibility cloak' hides objects without using metamaterials: And we've already got recipes for Butterbeer and Firewhiskey, so The Mirror of Erised is up next, y/y?

* Linked from the sherlockbbc_fic comm. I could stare at this for hours.


I have about two or three fics on the go, an original fic in the works, and I still need to finish up my Nano draft. Time to work.

Edit: I feel like an utter butthole for not mentioning Brian Jacques's death--I broke up on the Redwall series after a while, but it was an amicable divorce and those books were such a big part of my childhood. Rest in peace.


Jan. 13th, 2011 09:09 pm
mesmiranda: (lemons)
* Huh. (I'm a Gemini instead of a Cancer now. Much less awkward to announce at parties.)

* Sarah Palin brands media's attacks over Arizona shooting as 'blood libel':

* One of the guys I play TF2 with online lives in Brisbane, which just got hit by the flooding today. I'm going on later to check up with him, I really, really hope he's all right.

* My professor for my Production class is a Doctor Who nerd! :D

Time to work on a bit of fic now.


Jan. 9th, 2011 09:49 pm
mesmiranda: (brain)
Damn me for not posting to this journal more, when I resolved to and everything. >:|

Between the death flu and fear of another needle coming up in early February (it's only bloodwork--my phobias are irrational and crippling, I'm aware), I'm wittering around a lot and thus going to attempt to avoid the whiny in this entry. State of [personal profile] mesmiranda: starting classes again, catching up with emails and Facebook, working on the 2011 booklist (last year I got something like 150 books read; this year I want to top that).

I can't be flippant about the Arizona shootings: I just hope and pray for everyone involved. Before I was just annoyed by Sarah Palin and the Tea Party rhetoric (don't retreat, reload!), but now this is pushing it into actual loathing. And of course the Westboro Baptist fucknuts are going to protest the funerals. Don't make me turn this decade around and go home, 2011.

I have a bunch of fic I want to work on, including Homo homini lupus-verse where Lestrade and Mycroft adopt a stray puppy from an abusive home, but we'll see how the next week goes.

Let's end this entry on a hopeful note.
mesmiranda: (bloody hell)
Mycroft/Lestrade, ~6000 words of awesome, PG, co-written with a fabulous person who has great taste in books, movies, and other assorted media (though I have no idea what their name is). Give them love!

Note: Roughly half the fic can be found in the comments below, from the back-and-forth messaging; this is just the whole thing put together.

This is a placeholder for the future complete fic no longer! )
mesmiranda: (bother)

26329 / 50000 words. 53% done!
mesmiranda: (bother)
“Let us rise up and be thankful, for if we didn't learn a lot today, at least we learned a little, and if we didn't learn a little, at least we didn't get sick, and if we got sick, at least we didn't die; so, let us all be thankful.”


Honestly, if I went into personal stuff now it would just devolve into whining. And this week I get to see Harry Potter, and work from home on Friday, and I've got some extra time to catch up on my work, so really, things are going okay. It's fine.

* I'm sure this is devastating news for so many, but there is still Prince Harry left. Oh well--I always skipped straight to being a queen with a whole cabinet of admirers! in my imagination. ;)

* I really want to make this. Back when I visited Montreal recently I went to this tiny Syrian (Lebanese?) place called Kazamaza near the hotel, and they had some of the best food I've ever tasted in my life, and now I am boring everybody I know to tears by raving about their butter rice. So if I can sort-of come close to the recipe, I will be very fat and very happy.

* I finally got Earth: The Book from the library! Rock! (Now I'll just wait another frillion and two years for Fall of Giants. It's alllll good.)

* I want to write some more in the Homo homini lupus 'verse, but I don't know where to start.

It's cold and windy and rainy outside, so I'm going to play TF2 a bit and then snuggle down in bed and get some much-needed sleep.