life is short

Is it technically cheating if you wrote a thing and posted it elsewhere? I wrote some Cecil/Carlos reblog fic. It is very fluffy.

Have a Welcome to Night Vale rec list from ravenI have read almost everything on here and it is fab. (But there is also a thing I have not read and I am excite. Also because it's 22K words.) This fandom, y'all. It is so fucking talented in every regard it honestly boggles my mind. 

I am in that stage where I don't want to read things I feel like I should be reading. Namely, books with some sort of redeeming value as opposed to really shitty movie novelizations (IT IS SO BAD. The faces I make when reading it are usually reserved for badfic) or all the fic ever. I know it's totally a phase, but there was this one time after I graduated from university where I couldn't read anything longer than a magazine article for like a year and it freaked me the fuck out. 

So, yes. Things I stalled on/wished I was reading:

Fresh Off The Boat, by Eddie Huang. The new foul-mouthed enfant terrible of the cooking world, or something. Taiwanese immigrant parents, went to law school, decided it wasn't for him, and started cooking. Funny as hell, smart as a whip, did amazing Game of Thrones recaps that made me howl. Giant hip-hop fan. It still amazes me that despite how fucking long Asian Americans have been in this country, we still get the same fucking stereotypes about model minorities or Orientalized bullshit in pop culture. So it's a fucking breath of fresh air when I see people like Eddie or Joan Watson from Elementary that more closely approximate the experience I had growing up in the States. What I've read of it is great, and I will go back to it eventually.

The Player of Games, by Iain M. Banks. Confession time: I've never actually read a Culture book all the way through, but even hearing people describe it to me is enough to know he was a Thing. Is it weird to be in awe of and keenly miss a man whose books you've never finished? But I do. As somebody on Twitter said, it was like an entire city went off the map when he died. It makes me want to surround China Miéville in bubble wrap to ensure we don't lose anybody remotely comparable. 

So a bunch of people who I am acquainted with from Way Back are trying the "post every day for 30 days" challenge thing. I figured it might not be a terrible idea to do so myself. The hilariously ironic part is I found out about it on Tumblr.

Despite having been On The Internets for ages and having a Livejournal for a great deal of that time, I am not a particularly self-reflective person. I'll give you words upon words about things and people and fandom, but myself? Not so much. Maybe because I'm getting old (in Internet and Tumblr years) and everybody else my age seems to be doing the same thing (In a week there was a thing on Fiona Apple and a top 100 Tori Amos songs list! I'm waiting for the inevitable Lilith Fair retrospective if it hasn't already. The X-Files 20 year anniversary thing already happened at SDCC.), I find myself drawn towards poking around a little bit, trying to figure out where the roads could have diverged. This may involve retrieving old journals from my parents' place the next time I go back to Portland. The horror, the horror. Hopefully I can mine it for terrible poetry or something.

So yeah, hi. It's a little dusty here. Let's see what happens.