This will be full of spoilers, so as a courtesy to those of you who haven't read it yet and might, I'll put the bulk of the entry behind a cut.  For the record, the biggest problem(s) I have with The Hunger Games are hardly unique to this trilogy, to YA literature, to sci-fi (I ABSOLUTELY REFUSE to type 'syfy' other than in quotes of irony and disdain), fantasy, genre fiction or . . . well.  I will say that it's unique to things that are rich and well-written, and thus create a nuanced, multi-dimensional world.

For the record, this will be crossposted all over the place - Dreamwidth, LJ, facebook, goodreads.

Basically, I figured out what bugs me the most about The Hunger Games in general and Mockingjay in specific. )
courtcat: (Quieter)
( Jul. 18th, 2010 07:15 pm)
30 days )

Day 12: Whatever tickles your fancy
It's been way. too. hot.  Am covered in sheen of sweat that makes movement difficult. Send help.

courtcat: (Pandemonium)
( Jul. 16th, 2010 11:58 pm)
30 days )

Day 11: A photo of me taken recently

I think my cousin Shelly took this picture, in which I am twice the size of the cousin next to me and her baby - who is three months younger than Kaelinn - is twice the size of mine.  I'm wearing a vlogbrothers nerdfighterlike t-shirt and a Rocklove Jewelry/Palimpsest necklace for at least twice the geeky fun.  It was about 98 degrees that day, and thus I am sweaty-shiny.  Also, I really wish I had freckles everywhere instead of just on my arms - I love freckles.  Even mine.  They're one of my best features, in fact, along with my hair (not that you can tell in this picture) and eyes.

( Jul. 15th, 2010 11:53 am)
30 days (four days in one post!) )

Day 7: A photo that makes me happy

Let me explain: while I am very much a mother and my children do, indeed, make me very happy, this is a special picture. This is my youngest daughter (I have three girls, for those of you who don't know), who was born small, lost a lot of weight before leaving the hospital, then weaned herself early and had eating issues. This particular picture makes me so very happy because she's standing without someone holding her up, and yes, she has to hold onto that column thing, but she's doing it on her own. And she's happy about it. So, yeah, this picture makes me ecstatic. She's healthy and well, and though at a year old she's a few months behind on a lot of the physical stuff, she's progressing. These are the things that matter.

Day 8: A photo that makes you angry/sad

I am a daughter of activists, and I am - in my own way - an activist as well. What bothers me about this picture is not the sentiment behind it, but what is being done to demonstrate that sentiment. I can't fully articulate how angry and sad, both, this (and other pictures like it) makes me, or why.

Day 9: A photo I took
(on my Flickr, which I use sporadically at best)

I took this picture, like, four years ago and I think it's one of the ones that got posted in some WWII reenactment magazine.  It was hotter than hell, there was no shade, and the smoke bombs smelled bad, but it was fun to get out there and take pictures.  When I was young, I wanted to be a photojournalist in a bad way, and travel all over the place taking pictures for newspapers and magazines.  This was one of my favorite days EVAR because of that.

Day 10: A photo taken of me over ten years ago

This is actually one of my favorite pictures of me EVAR.  That's my grandma's old Irish Wolfhound and one of my aunts, and I think I'm about five, maybe, in it.  There's a Kermit the Frog pin on my overalls.  It's just a great picture.

And now I'm caught up!  Enjoy the picspam.

courtcat: (Quieter)
( Jul. 11th, 2010 05:54 pm)
30 days )
Day 6: Whatever Tickles Your Fancy
There was a whirlwind trip to Kalamazoo (my hometown) yesterday, during which we had lunch with my mom and her boyfriend (not that it was presented as such, oh no, we're far too high school for that), which was awkward.  I'm not really a terribly social person, I just play one well, so a lot of situations are kind of difficult.  Like, ones where I'm expected to hold conversations.  So anyway, there we were watching my mom play blatant favorites with my kids (which my in-laws do too, so I can hardly say it's unique) and trying to come up with things to say for a couple hours.  At least it was a flyby trip?  Yeah, we'll go with that.

The rest of the day was a family reunion at the park where my wedding reception (and graduation party, and . . .) was held; it was a gorgeous day for it, if awfully hot.  I saw cousins that I haven't seen in person (thank you, facebook, for all the pictures) in years, and a sister that I haven't too.  It was nice to hang out - I took lots of pictures, but not enough.  Most of the ones I ended up with are of one of my cousins (who's a decade older than I am) and her son playing with my youngest.  Oh!  And I got proselytized - some girl wanted me to save my soul by asking for Jesus' help or something.  I was dumb and didn't get it at first - thought she was just asking about churches in town, which I actually know quite a lot about, given that I was Super Youth Group Girl (tm) through junior high and high school.  I laughed a lot about that on the way home.

courtcat: (Music=Love)
( Jul. 10th, 2010 05:48 pm)
30 days )

Day 5: Favorite Quote
Again, there are many.  I read prodigiously, and listen to music (generally with lyrics), and so on.  So!  I'll just put up the first one that comes to me.  It's summer, and hot, so here goes:

"I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
~Walt Whitman, "Song of Myself"

( Jul. 9th, 2010 11:26 am)
30 Days )

Day 4: Favorite Book
This is a lot like the favorite song question, I'm afraid - I read voraciously, and my favorites vary with any number of factors.  There are ones that always top the list, certainly - "The Refugee Summer" by Edward Fenton, "Rosebud With Fangs" by Beverly Keller, "Rose Blanche" by Roberto Innocenti, "Hiroshima No Pika" by Toshi Maruki, "Bag of Bones" by Stephen King, and many others (most of which are children's or young adult books, because I will always be a Toys R Us kid) - but what I like today and what I like tomorrow are not necessarily going to be the same thing.  So!  Of the recent and -ish books I've read, these are my favorites - just a small list, in no particular order.

"Boneshaker" - Cherie Priest
"Palimpsest" - [ profile] yuki_onna (Catherynne M. Valente)
"The Honey Month" - [ profile] tithenai (Amal El-Mohtar)
"The Hunger Games" and "Catching Fire" - Suzanne Collins
"Harry Potter and the *" - JK Rowling

Dating this for yesterday anyway.

30 days )

Day 3: Favorite Television Program
I have a love/hate relationship with TV.  There are shows I like, of course, but then there's all the bother that goes along with them.

The commercials that are twice as loud, and nearly as long, as the show in question.
The product placement that makes the show itself a commercial.
The insistence on 'perfection' that winds up with everyone looking the same.

That said!  My current favorite show is probably a tossup between Glee!, Castle and Chuck.  I love all three for different reasons (though sometimes I hate on Glee!'s musical choices, and I always hate on the overly liberal use of autotune), and they're ones I'll actually watch without necessarily needing to be reminded they're on.  My ALL TIME FAVORITE show, though, is probably Doctor Who - for the memories attached to it, for having seen all the Doctors, for knowing that the Ecclestone season was in no way season one.  And that's without the geekiness thrown in.
( Jul. 7th, 2010 03:07 pm)
30 days )

Day Two: Favorite Movie
This is another one where I have quite a few, though I think I have to say the two constants are "Labyrinth" and "Drop Dead Fred".  Both were discovered while babysitting (for two very different families) at around the same time.  The first time I saw "Labyrinth", it was on Beta and had Japanese subtitles, and I still remember trying to read the kanji (that is what it's called, yes?  Might have been one of the two partial versions, or whatever it is?) and, of course, not being able to despite knowing what they were saying.

"Drop Dead Fred" was on the first time I kissed a boy.  It was stupidly hot outside and there were cicadas and he'd been at a basketball game or something and came home before his parents did; he sat next to me.  Watched for a few minutes.  Asked why I was watching "this dumb movie", and kissed me.

And there you have it!  Two movies I'll watch over and over and over again, however much they might irritate my husband or children.

courtcat: (ADD)
( Jul. 6th, 2010 09:11 am)
30 Days Meme )

Day 1: Favorite Song

Like most people, when I'm asked this question, I list my favorite song of the moment. I'm quite the audiophile and on my computer alone I have over 130G of music which, even when most of it's 320kbps, is a fairly obscene amount. When I was younger, I used to hold entire conversations in song lyrics, the more obscure and underground the better (and usually the more angsty the better, too). Y'see, I was raised to be a musician. My exposure to anything other than classical, opera, jazz, Broadway and 'world music' (usually Celtic or South American) was pretty minimal until I turned . . . oh, eight or ten or something like that. So this is a more complicated question for me than it should be, I suppose, especially since I can't even pick a genre that's a particular favorite. I can say that I don't like country or rap, but even that's not true - I love Patsy Cline and Elvis, and Will Smith when he was the Fresh Prince still cracks me up.

So, I'm going to break the 'rules'. I do that a lot.  Being a classically trained musician and an audiophile does not at all lend itself to picking one favorite song.

Favorite song to play (flute near-solo): Minuet from L'Arlésienne, Bizet
Favorite song to play with (symphonic) band/orchestra: An American in Paris, George Gershwin
Favorite marching band song: Malagueña (which is not so much a song as a style/genre, sue me)
Overall favorite classical piece:
Adagio in G Minor, Albinoni
Favorite song to sing (ensemble/choir): All Things Bright and Beautiful, John Rutter
Favorite song to sing (solo/classical): Ave Maria, Schubert
Favorite song to sing (solo/karaoke): Hit Me With Your Best Shot, Pat Benetar

There are so many more.  I was going to go into it - favorite songs in a genre and the like, but!  That's way too much.  We'll stick with the mostly classical we have here.
courtcat: (Cure)
( Jun. 29th, 2010 07:26 pm)
So, I don't often talk about politics, not really - I talk about politics over glasses of wine and cheese and crackers and similar things, like the middle class intellectual I am. This is a lot the way I talk about religion, or philosophy, or literature, or a great many things; most of the time, I'm not educated enough on the matter to voice an opinion. But sometimes, I come across things - or am sent them, that make me go into rage filled rants. Today was one of those times; I was sent a Code Pink video that irritated me so badly I couldn't stop yelling (in all caps) about it for a good ten minutes or more. (And don't even get me started on the rage induced by the results of a google search to find out more, particularly the image portion and some of the slogans involved.)

For those of you who don't click on random youtube links, that video is of a Hummer being buried as a part of the Heidelberg Project  in downtown Detroit, after being painted pink and turned into a glorified, eventually (possibly currently) poisonous, planter in celebration of the end of production as a civilian vehicle, at least (possibly military as well - I didn't research that end of this).  With it were painted several tires, I assume of the variety that would fit said Hummer, presumably to . . . I don't know, keep the ton or so of metal and paint from sinking any further than they want it to?  Though I would think weight would cause it to do so eventually, anyway.  This was, as I said, a celebration - complete with poetry readings and singing and dancing and goodness knows what else.

For the record, I'm not completely against the Heidelberg Project, nor am I against strange things being turned into planters and half buried, or fish tanks, or whatever.  I actually like things being repurposed and turned into art - that's not the part of this that bothers me.  The part that bothers me is that for years, this organization has been complaining about the Hummer and its low gas mileage and barely passed emissions standards and goodness only knows what other environmental impact . . . only to do this.  Which is stupid.  And certainly not environmentally healthy.

This, folks, is from the same people who carry banners proclaiming their support of the murder of American troops, who argue that freedom of speech is not a right that belongs to the military, and other, equally nonsensical and irksome things.  I know people who are proud to be members of this, to support this, who bombard me with links and ask me why I'm not and don't - who imply that I'm a bad feminist-environmentalist (I am not a pacifist, not completely, so I'm not even including it) because I don't believe in this sort of terrorism.  Because to me, that's what it is - it's akin to PETA and other animal rights groups destroying personal property in the name of their cause.  It's no different than the Greenpeace members who drove large nails into trees where saws would hit, not only damaging the trees they were trying to protect but also killing or dismembering the loggers who were simply doing their jobs.


And in other news, my good friend's brother was harassed multiple times at work today, called a terrorist.  Fuck you, ignorant people.  That's about all I have to say.
What: World Steam Expo
Where: Hyatt Regency Dearborn
When: Memorial Day Weekend, 2010

We got there Friday, kind of late by the time everyone was home from school and work and the two littler kids were off to Camp Grandparents for the weekend - I had a vision distorting, head splitting migraine, and so forgot a few things.  Important things, like booze (but not so important as clean underwear) and books for when I was in the room letting Morgen take a rest.  There were lots of really cool costumes - in fact, our little family were some of the few without, which was okay because this was a learning experience!  What I know about steampunk, I know from anime, for the most part, or literature.  I'm rather fond of the aesthetic, much as I am of the medieval aesthetic, but that's about all I know!

Friday night, after my husband and oldest daughter were in bed (which was after a mediocre dinner at the hotel restaurant, during which we met Phil and Kaja Foglio of Girl Genius fame and their children), I went wandering and ended up in a Penny Dreadfuls panel about steampunk on a budget, which was fun and informative and gave me lots of ideas.  I also saw Tartanic's teaser show after that panel, and dear lord, it was balm to my marching band geek's soul - so many drums!  And bagpipes!  (Granted, we never had any bagpipes in marching band, but still.  There were times I couldn't help marking time, and I noticed that one of the performers was as well.)  Sofia and Jill, the dancers, were amazing with their blend of ballet, Irish step dance and belly dancing and the energy they had as a group was amazing.  They seemed happy to be there, and it made me happy to be there too.  Not long after that, I ended up heading to bed - between the fatigue brought on by the earlier migraine and the lack of obvious room parties, there wasn't much point to staying up unless I wanted to find the movie room.  Even the gaming rooms, both tabletop and video, closed pretty early, which was somewhat disappointing.  I'm not used to getting even a reasonable amount of sleep at a con, though Friday night, I did!

Saturday started with 'Bridesmaid Redux', which was about turning hideous bridemaid (or prom, or . . .) dresses into steampunk loveliness.  I went to this with Morgen (who, for those of you who don't know, is eight years old), and we both enjoyed it greatly - she got some ideas for things to do with old dress-up dresses of hers, which is always fun.  Unfortunately, she grows like a weed, so while harvesting an old dress would be great?  There are few that would fit her long enough to bother.  After that, Morgen wanted to go to the dance lesson but understandably, no unattended minors were allowed.  Instead, we went to 'Steampunk Archetypes' which turned out to be less about that and more about Repo's story, which was interesting but not what I went for - so I cornered Mr. G.D. Falksen (who is younger than I by a couple years and a successful, published author and thus insanely intimidating) and asked him the questions I had that pertained to the billed topic of the panel.  This was way more interesting than the rest of the panel, quite frankly (and I love Repo! as much as the next girl), and I wish it had lasted longer, but people had places to be, including me.  There was shopping and getting books signed (one of which is a surprise for someone, and I can't wait to send it so it can get there and there can be squeeing) before heading up to listen to Phil Foglio read from the Girl Genius novelization with Morgen and one of the Foglio children (the two of them were hard to keep apart, let me tell you!  Morgen's decided that she wishes the Foglios lived here), after which we went up to the hotel room to hang out in relative quiet relaxation for a half hour or so before heading back down.  Morgen was handed off to her dad so that I could go to the Tartanic/Bawdy Boys/Abney Park show, which was loads of fun, especially the Bawdy Boys and Tartanic.  I love Abney Park's music, but I read someone else saying that it seemed like they just weren't that much into being there, and I tend to agree with that assessment - they had moments, of course, but the energy just wasn't the same.  From there it was random wandering around until time for the midnight carnival which wasn't as entertaining as the name promised (though it could be because it made me think of The Forbidden Game by L.J. Smith, and was not anywhere near what I wanted it to be).  I ended up in bed around 2am or so - not as reasonable as Friday night, but still, better than most con-nights.  And still no room parties, which made me sad.

Sunday was composed mostly of wandering around - there was the mad science fair which was pretty awesome, more shopping, some swimming with Morgen and the Foglio girl-child (I hesitate to put her name online without permission), up until time for the concert.  Again, Tartanic was great, as were The Men That Will Not Be Blamed for Nothing.  Again, Abney Park seemed lukewarm about being there; I'd love to see a show that they were really into.  During this show, Adrian from Tartanic hijacked my camera and took some video, which was hilarious, and during Abney Park's set, Morgen ended up on stage (twice!) in her dress inspired by [ profile] yuki_onna 's Fairyland - or rather, the main character therein.  Afterward, she asked The Men That Will Not Be Blamed for Nothing's bassist (I think), Marc something, if he was a droog, which made me laugh.  A lot.  Then there were pictures with the entirety of Abney Park, and with just Nathaniel, who is my favorite member of the band.  Then, Jerry took Morgen off to the gaming room (video, tabletop, I don't remember) and I went to the Repo shadowcast.  My feeling on this is that it should be done often, and possibly with forensics rules.  Morgen and Jerry went to bed at some point, and there was more wandering for me until I ended up watching Doctor Who (the latest British episode) with a bunch of staff and guests (meaning band members, mostly), which was all kinds of awesome, and I finally made it to bed at around four, which is more what I'm used to.

Monday was sparse - the tiny top hat panel that Morgen was interested in but bored with quickly when she realized she didn't actually get to make a tiny top hat, and then another Tartanic show with Morgen and the Foglio girl-child.

All in all, I had a great time - a lot of things, especially the concert, were way off schedule (like, an hour or more), and panels that were supposed to be never were while others that weren't on the schedule cropped up all over the place, which made it difficult to do all the things I wanted to do.  I also thought the programming was pretty minimal and that for a con built around a very DIY community, there wasn't much doing.  It was a good con, but not great - I think it has the potential to be much better, for all that I enjoyed myself.

And look!  It's a review written.  Now to do one of the others I have fluttering around in my head.

courtcat: (Adventure)
( May. 5th, 2010 05:10 pm)
I'm late to the party, I know, but I kind of love this idea - it makes me work on that poetry experimentation thing I was doing more seriously.  So, in that spirit . . .

Adventures in villanelle, pt 1 )
( May. 4th, 2010 12:21 pm)
Someone explain this three weeks for dreamwidth thing to me?  I'm way behind, I know.
courtcat: (ADD)
( May. 3rd, 2010 09:57 pm)
So, last weekend was Penguicon, which is made of awesome and win - this was my third year, I think, and there hasn't been one that I didn't have a fantastic time at.  We went with kids this time, which made things challenging in a lot of ways, but it also made them awesome in some others, so it's a toss-up as to whether or not we'll bring all three again.  Morgen . . . is pretty much coming.  She volunteers, she behaves near-impeccably, she cosplays, she gets authors to twitpic her.  I have a feeling this kid's gonna be a con staple for the long haul.  (Next year she wants to dress up as one of [ profile] jimchines princesses, and also Molly Grue.  I forgot who she said she wanted to be for ConFusion next year, but if [ profile] yuki_onna is going to be there, I would lay money on September again.  And Wendy, Dorothy or Alice may have been mentioned.)

At any rate, it's time for the highlights, organized by day.  Sort of.  Maybe.  See the icon!

Friday was a shitty, stressful day.  We didn't even get to the hotel until around nine, so there was rushing to the room to eat our super late Burger King dinner and get the kids ready for and in bed.  From there, once they were settled, I left to wander - downstairs first, where I saw Stone Crazy Pirates play a few songs, which was quite entertaining but not quite what I was in the mood for.  So there was con suite for free beer (I don't remember what I had, but I didn't like it much) and then wandering for parties.  I met David the First at sometime during this - he was lots of fun!  We snarked about the karaoke song selection together, and wandered around for a while until he had to go to bed.  I also made friends with some barfleet-ites and got the special wristband.  Other than that, nothing of note happened Friday - eventually, I went to bed.

Saturday, though, was a day made mostly of pure, distilled awesome.  Morgen cosplayed September from [ profile] yuki_onna 's The Girl Who Circumnavigated Fairyland in a Ship of Her Own Making (there will be picspam to follow, for those of you who didn't see her and/or aren't my facebook friends).  I did nothing of consequence most of the day - wandered around pushing a stroller, watched Morgen pitch people on Cat's book, shopped (got presents for friends and lots of books and cool new t-shirts for the fam), etc.  The first ZOMG SO COOL thing didn't happen until book signing (where Morgen promptly pitched Cherie Priest, Tobias Buckell, [as an aside, crazily talented and successful (by varying definitions of such) people my own age and close to intimidate the heck out of me] and a couple other authors before giving them ribbons, and Cherie Priest took the aforementioned twitpic.  I was later (after sticking my head into swing dancing with Morgen in her lovely September costume and deciding that it was far too crowded for a stroller and such) handed free books, one signed.  Coincidence?  I think not.  (Breakfast was at the hotel restaurant.  Lunch was con suite, as was dinner.  Nothing spectacular in any occasion.)  Absolutely most important, coolest things about Saturday, though?  Meeting Molly and David, with whom I spent most of the waking portion of the night.  There was dancing, drinking, karaoke, more dancing and drinking, running down twelve flights of stairs in a way I haven't done since high school . . . basically, there were hi-jinks and shenanigans, and I had a blast, and they are both now high on my list of favorite people in the world.

Sunday involved more shopping (but only one bit of buying) and a sketch by Randy Milholland of Som*Pos fame, but was mostly pushing around a stroller and watching Liana do stuff while Morgen volunteered (for four hours!!!) and Jerry went to stuff.  Liana made a new BFF amongst all this, and there were good-byes and then it was time to come home.

My pictures are all on my facebook for those of you who know me there, but here, some picspam of Morgen in her costume and Liana (and her new BFF) and Kaelinn being adorable.

.....or not, because I can't get the insert a picture thing to work.  Will try over on LJ once I post this!

Today was Monday, and not just any Monday, but Brownie Meeting Monday.  The rest of the week should be better!  I may well start reading one of those new books and do a review somewhere, at some point.  I meant to start with the La Roux album for my first - maybe I should finish that one of these days.

( Apr. 7th, 2010 09:45 pm)
Ganked from [personal profile] lithiumdoll and [personal profile] thessalian because it seemed like an interesting thing to do.  Also because, while I've read some fanfic, I've never really written it unless one counts gaming as it, given that it's set in a universe created by and with rules made by someone else.  Anyway!

1) Make a list of fifteen characters first, and keep it to yourself for the moment.

2) Ask your flist to post questions in the comments. For example: 'One, nine and fifteen are chosen by a prophecy to save the world from four. Do they succeed?', 'Under what circumstances might five and fourteen fall in love?', 'Which character on the list would you most want on your side in a zombie invasion?'

3) After your flist has asked enough questions, round them up and answer them using the fifteen characters you selected beforehand, then post them.

Here's hoping it's interesting.  (I wonder if it's cheating to use characters of my own device.)

courtcat: (Shadow)
( Mar. 15th, 2010 09:39 am)
So, I hate losing internet friends.  Losing friends in general pretty much sucks, but in physical life there's generally some sort of closure - an argument, someone moving away, different priorities that drive people further and further apart.  Things change, people change.  Online it's harder (or so I think); a person is there one day and gone the next as often as not, and sometimes you never find out what happened to that person.  Sometimes it's as simple of a growing apart as it is in real life, but that's rarer in my experience - people fade.  They disappear.  Things in their own real lives eat them alive.  And then those of us who are still around are left wondering.  This is not always the case, of course, but of the internet friends I've lost (which have been many, and in a sad turn of events, may well be more friends than I've ever had in my day to day, face to face life), the majority have been by this slipping away.  And it's bothering me now because it's happened again, if with more closure than usually happens.  And I'm sad.

I still wonder about various people I've known on the internet who've wandered into and out of my life.

And then I feel pathetic when I realize that all the people I'm closest with, the people I open up to, are people online.  Or people from summer camp when I was a kid, but that's a whole different story.

In other news (since this is a whine-and-complain blogging), Morgen lost her school binder at some point over the weekend.  It's somewhere in the house, but since the house is trashed, goodness only knows where that somewhere is.  And it's occurred to me that a big part of the reason I can't get the girls to do even simple picking up after themselves when I ask is because they both watch Jerry either say sure, he'll do what I ask and then not do it, or just ignore what I ask him to do entirely.  Which is shitty, because then I realize I was probably a lot the same way for my mom when I was a kid.  "Daddy doesn't have to do what you ask, why should I?  Clearly, it's not important."  And I have no patience for fucking up with school stuff, even this young; I was a fuck up when it came to school, and look what/where it got me, three beautiful and brilliant children not withstanding.  Anyway, Morgen's blazingly smart, but man, I don't know if it's a lack of common sense or what.  It kills me sometimes, and today was one of those times.  Is one of those times, I guess.  And I'm not sure if taking away the extra stuff she does until she figures out the school thing is the way to fix it or if that's just taking away her outlet and relaxation time.  Goodness knows, I didn't have much of either when I was little, and now I don't even know how to deal with it on the rare and odd time it comes my way.  But at the same time, Girl Scouts is a treat.  I don't know that she should have it when she's not keeping it together for the important stuff . . . but I'm the leader, so I'm screwed for the rest of the year at least anyway, even if I do pull my kid out.  Which means she'd be sitting in the hallway doing homework or something while I'm leading a meeting, so . . . I don't even know.

Today's making me want to pull my hair out.  Can I have a do over?

courtcat: (Shadow)
( Feb. 16th, 2010 08:17 am)
I haven't written poetry consistently in a long time, and recently I wrote a gaming moodpost in free verse. So, my interest has been revived! Only instead of bleeding my angst onto the page (or screen, or . . . whatever [for yoooooooooouuuuuuuuu]), I'm going to be productive and practice various forms of poetry. I like this - I thought of starting with sonnet, as that's the form with which I'm most familiar, but then didn't feel like deciding which kind, and whether to use iambic pentameter or some other structure. So here, I give you my first ever attempt at a sestina, as improper as it is. You will find no iambic pentameter here, alas, though when I revisit this form over the next couple weeks, that may change. My six words, chosen at random from my really awesome Brewer's, are peddler, hearth, Beltane, sheep, tumbler and earth.
A difficult spot to get out of )

Musings: I really kind of hate this form, but it could just be the repetition without the constraints of proper meter. Also, the last tercet is awful. I'll keep working with this form, though, for the next couple of weeks.

In other news, my living room is again full of girl scout cookies, though it's thankfully not nearly as many as last year. I'm not the cookie mom, so I'm not in charge of everyone else's stuff! I just have to deliver my cookies and collect for them and make all the various deposits, which is awesome. I also need to figure out wtf happened with the money from the nut sale, because that shit's complicated as hell. Next year, I've decided we're going to do nuts and not magazines, or that if we do do magazines, it'll be through the online stuff because that way, it's all figured out by the site's algorithms or formulae or whatever and I don't have to sit here figuring out how much we keep and how much we send away and what gets send where. There has to be a more efficient meatspace way of handling that, though I have no idea what it would be. It was just a huge pain in the ass all the way 'round. Other than that, the troop is going pretty well - I both love and hate this time of year, where it starts seeming like the kids are out of school more than in. Yesterday should have been a meeting, would have been if it weren't for this week being midwinter break. In a month and a half, maybe two months, we have spring break. Not to mention conferences and all the various other days off of school here and there. But it's okay, because it's still less of a pain than the summer, with constant park madness and all. We've been missing piano this year because of lack of funds, but we've still been crazy busy with the extra homework that goes along with being in the advanced class and all. Liana just turned five at the beginning of the month, and can't wait for kindergarten to start, so it's crazy and exciting and busy here, as always.


And . . . that's about it, really.  Whee.

courtcat: (Quieter)
( Feb. 15th, 2010 09:44 am)
I?  Am an RPer.  I have been for a long time, though I resisted it for quite some time before that.  I've had a lot of characters, mostly online, some TT.  A lot of them have died in play, or I've gotten bored with them or whatever, but some have seriously been favorites.  Some pop into my head at random times, reacting to random things (or the portion of my brain dedicated to a given character is sparked into life, or . . . whatever, however it works).  My favorite favorites cling for a long time - for months, years after I stop playing them, things, places and situations make me think of the character.  And it's like an old friend popping up and saying hello, putting in two cents about something, and then going away.  I know they'll come back, they always do.

Until they die for real, and they don't come back any more.  This is the case for my two favorite TT characters ever - sure, they were part of a game set here, so I see landmarks that make me smile fondly, but their parts of my brain don't spark to life and wave at this.  It's the case with quite a few online characters.  Collette, Reagan, Enid (the Fianna, not the Hermetic), Elizabeth, Mac, Betsy, Britt, Ava - none of them pop into my head any more.  I get a nostalgic smile when the times and places related to them come up in conversation with other people who were around then, but that's it.

All this is to say, I think my most recent crop of favorite favorites is going too.  I haven't thought of Gregory or Rhia in ages, other than to go, "Huh, I haven't thought of Gregory or Rhia in ages."  Alas!  I think the former may well have been in my top three for quite some time, and the latter in my top five.  It may be time to make some new favorites.





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