Doctor/Master made it to the final Writercon face-off–yay! The winning ship will be featured in the Dirty Drabbles reading at Writercon ‘09. Go vote for our guys!


I think I’m just going to have to accept that I’ll never be one of those people with wide-ranging, eclectic artistic tastes. I’ve always fallen into the pattern of becoming completely and utterly obsessed with one thing and of wringing every last nuance of meaning out of it for years on end–and of not being able to get into anything else until I’m finished with it. Forcing myself to watch/listen to/read things that I’m not passionately interested in has just adamantly not worked. I’m twenty-six, and this tendency is showing no signs of change, so I guess I just have to go with it.

On the plus side, the stuff consuming my brain these days is better, and a lot more wide-ranging and eclectic within its own boundaries. I’ve been thinking up this whole post about how David Bowie is similar to Raymond Watts (in terms of incorporating diverse musical genres and experimenting) and how both are much more interesting than what I listened to in high school. I’m not going to write it, because I’m lazy and I don’t think anyone would read it, but it’s percolating in my brain in interesting ways.

(One is that it’s reflected in the ways Bowie has influenced the artists I grew up listening to. Marilyn Manson stole a lot from Bowie, in very obvious and uninteresting ways. I’m noticing places where Raymond Watts was inspired by Bowie too, but always in far more interesting ways than Manson. [But then everything Watts does is more interesting than Manson.] I also kind of want to do a picspam of “blatant things that Manson ripped off from Bowie,” because I’m mildly annoyed that I grew up admiring a lot of things in Manson that he stole without really even putting his own unique mark on them. I have the weirdest relationship with Manson’s work–a lot of fond nostalgia for his concerts and genuine musical respect for Antichrist Superstar and Mechanical Animals, but a lot of disgust and irritation for his limitations as a musician and as a human being.)


I watched the movie Human Traffic this weekend, because I wanted to return it to Netflix so that I can get Labyrinth. (I want to see Labyrinth again because I’m wondering if I’ll finally like it. My dislike goes back to being five and hating muppets, so perhaps things have changed. Plus everyone says Bowie is ultra-hot in this movie and yet I have never seen the hotness. So we’ll see.)

vague Human Traffic spoilers )


Methos' first Highlander episode )


In pursuit of non-embarrassing David Bowie icons (not sure if I'm there, or if such a thing is even possible--I feel that there's kind of an inherently embarrassing teenage girl thing about LJ icons), I've come across lots of images from the film The Man Who Fell To Earth. Which I'm not sure I want to see--it sounds like something that's better in screencaps than it would be if I actually had to sit down and watch it--but then again, the icons are so pretty I'm kind of feeling like maybe it's necessary. I'll put it after Labyrinth in my Netflix queue, though based on my history it'll probably sit unwatched next to my DVD player for six months. Good thing I switched to the cheapest Netflix plan.

Also, OMG, icon makers, a link is not a fake cut! It's just a link! (And a drabble is exactly 100 words! And you damn kids get off my lawn!)

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Did you know that you can buy DRM-free MP3s from (At least, thirty-seconds of Googling indicated that they’re DRM-free. They’d better be.)

I discovered this because I suddenly had this overwhelming need to hear the song “Great Big White World” from Marilyn Manson’s Mechanical Animals (I have no idea why; my brain is weird). I own two copies of this album on vinyl and one on audio cassette, but I have neither a record player nor a cassette player anymore.

I’m not up on the latest MP3 pirating sites, so I went to Amazon thinking I’d buy the CD and have it in a few days. Instead, I clicked the MP3 download option and got it instantly for $.99. That’s… kind of awesome.

And… now I think I’ll go buy the whole album. I forgot how amazing it is. I’m always listening to Antichrist Superstar but as I get older (and start to understand more of the Bowie references) I’m realizing that Mechanical Animals is at least as good. It’s dreamier and more thoughtful and full of such beautiful creative imagery and infused with such sadness.

I always think of Manson as having gone downhill after Antichrist Superstar, but now I’m thinking it was after Mechanical Animals, because in retrospect this is clearly part of his/their creative height. I think it just didn’t work as well for me at the time because I was still caught up in the teenage angst/scary transformation/anti-religion/anti-conservative culture Antichrist Superstar themes. This is more of an adult album about dealing with the wider world, I think, and about reflecting on who you’ve become.

One of my favorite concert memories is Easter 1999 in Philadelphia, sixteen-year-old me alone in the mosh pit, with Manson playing this song and shiny glittering confetti raining from the ceiling. It was so beautiful. I still have bits of the confetti in a box somewhere along with my concert ticket.

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I have some kind of magical concert karma. I got there late (about 8:45pm), stopped at the coat check, meandered my way forward into the crowd... and ended up in the front row right in front of Twiggy. I never push; I just slip forward when other people leave. Insane luck, I tell you. To think that we used to line up at noon for this.

Marilyn Manson at Hammerstein Ballroom, 1/30/08 )

[Cross-posted to InsaneJournal]
rusty_halo: (sp: nazi conformist cheerleaders)
Oh, Torchwood fandom. You do know how to bring the wank.

Have I mentioned recently that Neil Gaiman is awesome?

And yes, I proudly admit that I'm watching Torchwood S1 for the sole purpose of laughing at how awful it is. Why? Because it's funny.


Does anyone have recommendations for Tenth Doctor fanfiction that is just really well-written? Any pairing, rating, or genre, but no agenda (other than exploring the characters and/or telling an interesting story)?

I've been venturing beyond my comfy little Ten/Master niche, and ... maybe I'm looking in the wrong places? Because if it's not blatant shipper!fic, it's like that one episode of South Park where Cartman makes a list of all the rotten things he's done in previous episodes and then goes around trying to make amends. Only instead of Butters making a list of all Cartman's sins, it's Rose/Jack/Martha/Mary Sue, and instead of Cartman apologizing in order to weasel his way into heaven, the Doctor does it in order to win his way back into the author's good graces (or maybe because she just wants to see him grovel).

The problem with "fixing" the characters is that ... then they're no longer the characters I love. *snuggles delightfully fucked-up favorite characters*

Here's a good one [ profile] jaydk recced: The Man With No Name by Frostfyre7. It's a Doctor Who/Firefly crossover, gen except for some Mal/Inara (which I skimmed). Not as dark as I prefer, but it's got good characterization and a nice adventure story; it kept me entertained and I never got the urge to bang my head against the desk.


Tonight: Marilyn Manson! Twiggy's back! I know this band has been washed up for at least eight years, but... nostalgia! *is inordinately excited*

The big question: should I Goth it up for old times' sake, or admit that I'm a grown-up now and go the lazy jeans and t-shirt route?


And apparently Stone Temple Pilots are reuniting. Nifty! (As long as they don't take my Velvet Revolver away....)

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rusty_halo: (tds: jon happy)
Just got tickets for Marilyn Manson at Hammerstein Ballroom on January 30. My friend April (who I haven't seen since she OMG HAD A BABY!) is coming with me. Anyone else going?

I know Manson sucks now, but it's a nostalgia thing; I can't help it. Antichrist Superstar was good. And I have strangely happy memories of waiting in line huddled in a sleeping bag in the freezing cold for eight hours just to get a front row spot when I was eighteen, so it would just feel lame to not go at all when he's back in my neighborhood.

Also got tickets for Macbeth starring Patrick Stewart at BAM for March 11. Good seats, too. After the awesomeness of King Lear with Ian McKellen last year, I'm really looking forward to this.

I am also so excited that I'm going to see David Tennant in Hamlet this year. So totally beyond excited. That and the fact that I get to spend time in London again. It's the thing I'm most looking forward to in 2008.

Oh, and in case you haven't seen this: YEARS worth of RPF fantasy material.

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rusty_halo: (sharpe: sexy wounds)
It's deadline time. Last week I was at work until 8pm, 9pm, and finally until midnight on Friday night.

Then I had to take a wacky detour home, because a crane working on a building I pass every day decided to collapse and land on a taxi. Several blocks were blocked off and I was very lucky that my apartment was just out of the range of inaccessible buildings. It was quite weird, walking home after midnight, past all the people waiting at the police barriers to be allowed back into their apartments.

I've been listening to Marilyn Manson's album Antichrist Superstar. It's making me incredibly nostalgic for the mid-1990's, for being a teenager, and for some of the best concert experiences of my life. Manson used to put on such a great show, and I was naive and enthusiastic enough to enjoy it thoroughly. Wish he hadn't gotten old and lame. :( I think "The Reflecting God" is still one of my all time favorite songs, and Antichrist Superstar really is an amazingly cohesive album full of interesting ideas. Manson's more a writer than a musician ... but a good writer, and back then he was working with actual good musicians.

I have two more Sharpe books to read, but I'm not rushing because they're the final two (Waterloo and Devil) and I'd rather drag them out. Once they're done, that's it for the Sharpe book series, and despite its cheesiness and predictability, I've really been enjoying it. Sharpe is totally my kind of hero, with his social awkwardness and inability to fit in and ruthlessness and need to prove himself...

[ profile] drujan and I hung out on Thursday night (commiserating over work problems and how much the INS sucks) and she stopped by so that I could lend her Sharpe's Sword (book). I also showed her the cover of the Sharpe's Eagle DVD. She stared at it for 30 straight seconds and I was afraid she was going to start drooling on it. We now have plans for a Sharpe movie night. ;)

Saturday I watched a 1988 movie starring Sean Bean called Stormy Monday. It also starred a surreal group of actors including Melanie Griffith, Sting, and Tommy Lee Jones. It was an atmospheric, moody film noir that didn't really go anywhere, though I think it was trying to make some kind of comment about the destructive power of American capitalism. Mostly I was distracted by how ridiculously gorgeous young Sean Bean was. Like, ridiculously, insanely, mind-boggling gorgeous. I watched it twice, despite it not being all that good. Sean Bean played a naive young man getting disillusioned by life, and falling in love, and walking around in jeans and a Walkman and looking adorable... ; it was nice seeing him as something other than a historical figure or a supervillain.

Then I had to go to Brooklyn. Twice in one weekend, which, in my opinion, is two times too much Brooklyn. I really, really, really hate that borough.

Saturday night I went to some concert ("industrial festival") because my friend April was going to be there. She's the one who just got married, so I wanted to see her. Unfortunately this involved getting on the L train, which took a half hour to arrive, then went only two stops into Brooklyn before stopping and announcing that this would be the last stop. So a whole mob of pissed off people had to get out and get on a bus, which took us the rest of the way. My stop was some empty wasteland full of abandoned warehouses, and I had to walk five blocks to get to the venue. (Happily I found a girl who was going to the same place, so we walked together.)

Then when we got there, we had to wait in line 45 minutes (with people smoking, ick) because the ticket takers were so stunningly disorganized. (The only good part was that there was a hot guy milling around who looked like Brian Kinney.) Once we finally managed to pay our $18 fee ($28 if you weren't on some promotions list), we had to go upstairs for the concert. "Upstairs" meant up the rickety metal outdoor fire escape. It was barely more than a ladder. And it shook. And it was see-through, not nice for all the girls in skirts. Half of us were clutching the sides in terror as we climbed up.

Once inside, the place turned out to be an utter shithole. Some old crumbly warehouse, horrid fire hazard (with wooden floors and only that one stairway), sweltering from all the people packed in. I entirely missed the band April was there to see (Imperative Reaction), but I did manage to find her. We headed to the bathroom, had to wait a half hour, then it was so gross that I decided to wait until I got home. So we went to the bar and it took literally a half hour to get a bartender's attention; it wasn't even a real bar, just some coolers and people running around. And did I mention how it was swelteringly hot, and the only air came from the fire escape, which you weren't allowed to stand on (probably because it would've collapsed from the weight of people trying to get air)? At least April drove me home so that I didn't have to rely on the L train bus, and of course, it was awesome to spend time with April, who is a good and true friend.

Still, in my many years of attending shithole music venues, this place was the very worst.

Sunday was better. My friend Livi organized this "Vegan Buddies" gathering at Red Bamboo Brooklyn (a veg restaurant in a much nicer neighborhood), which had some interesting speakers, good food, and a surprise birthday party and cake for Livi. I got there around 5pm and didn't leave until midnight, but it was worth it for the fun of hanging out with Livi and our fellow SuperVegans.

And now back to work. And, happily, Netflix is sending me more Sean Bean movies as we speak. :)
I've been busy.

Wednesday I saw Tim Burton's Corpse Bride with [ profile] chenanceou, [ profile] jerrymcl89, and [ profile] drujan. I was minor spoilers )

Afterward I dragged Chen and Jerry to a vegetarian Thai place called Pukk. Chen was very skeptical, but as she soon discovered, the food there is delicious. :)

Afterward we ended up at this bar on St. Mark's that we've been at continually--the same place where we met the Irish guys and Chen had her first lemonade. We talked for a while, Jerry left, then we saw a rat so we left.... (Oh yeah, did I mention we found one of the Irish guys on google? Keith Keds. Alas, no info on his friend, though.)

Damn, these days are blurring together. I can't remember if we did anything after that or not.

On Thursday, we decided to go to Gobo, but it ended up being packed and having a half hour wait. So we went instead to Vegetarian's Paradise 2, which is also good. Chen couldn't believe that the Crispy Soul Chicken wasn't made from real chicken. Being a vegan in NYC is awesome. :)

After that we went to The Pyramid Club, because they have an 80s new wave night on Thursdays. We hung out there for a while--the music was good, and they were playing the Depeche Mode 86-98 video without its sound, and Chen danced for a bit. It was fun. We ended up leaving after a while, though--the crowd wasn't that great, lots of touristy types and young college kids.

Afterwards we ended up... where? We stopped by the bar on St. Mark's, and were told that they didn't have lemonade (despite Chen having it there like three days in a row beforehand). So we ended up back at the Mexican place on 3rd and 13th, where she had quesadillas, and I had rice and beans, and we both drank Negra Modelo.

Then we ended up back at my place, because Chen wanted to see some of my old Jon Stewart show tapes. I was more than happy to share the Jon Stewart love. So we watched the one with Marilyn Manson (the second-to-last episode) and cooed over how adorable Jon was. But Chen was very disturbed by Marilyn Manson, and insisted that she really dislikes him. I think the guy is smart, a talented artist with a lot to say, and at the worst, a dorky guy from Ohio wearing makeup and dealing with some inflated ego issues. Certainly nothing to get intimidated by.

So I showed her his book (which she started reading and quickly went out and bought). And I showed her his 1997 Politically Incorrect appearance with G. Gordon Liddy, Florence Henderson, and (some psychotic nut) Lakita Garth. That show is one of the most surreal and ridiculous things ever, but Manson is awesome on it. Chen went from cringing every time he appeared to listening, riveted, to his every word. Pretty cool. >:)

Anyway, so my roommate didn't really appreciate this (even though we had the volume as low as possible and were whispering to each other). So Chen eventually left (also, it was 4am).

I had Friday and Saturday to myself--I caught up on sleep, listed stuff on eBay, and finished The Goblet of Fire. *sigh* I love Sirius as much as ever, and am having a very hard time forcing myself to read The Order of the Phoenix. *sob*

Yesterday (Sunday) Chen was back. We went to see The 40-Year-Old Virgin, which was very funny, but strangely, not as funny as I expected given the massive praise it's received. spoilers )

Meh, but I'm being bitter. It was funny, and we were laughing our asses off during most of it. (Except when the assholes behind us started kicking Chen's chair and telling her to shut up. People really suck sometimes.)

Afterwards we went to Pukk again, which was as yummy as always. Oh, and on the way, as we were at Astor Place walking toward St. Mark's, guess who we passed. Seriously... think for a minute... who do I not know and yet see every weekend?

Yes, that's right, Voltaire! Poor guy must think he is being stalked. He was out with his son, and we were walking right past, so I smiled and Chen said hello, and we hurried by. I felt bad, even though, y'know, it's not my fault. We run in the same circles, or something. (I've never gone anywhere specifically to see him, yet we were both at ComicCon, that wacky Long Island con, Dragoncon, the Bella Morte show, the Neil Gaiman reading, and Astor Place last night. That was the fourth time I've seen him this month.)

Anyway, so after Pukk, Chen and I walked to TeaNY, which was delicious--we each had a pot of tea and shared tea sandwiches and a brownie. Later, I really wished I hadn't had a whole pot of tea, though--it took a very long time to fall asleep last night.

After TeaNY we headed back toward St. Mark's place, where the guy from the lemonade-and-Irish-guys bar saw us and invited us in. So we drank Negra Modelo and talked for quite a while, but left (relatively) early. I was home by 1:30am, since I had to work today.

It's been such fun--I live in such a wonderful neighborhood, and it's great to hang with someone who appreciates it and wants to explore it. And of course, Chen is awesome.

And now... back to work. :(

PS: How is "working" a mood? If I choose it, will it put me in the mood to get work done?

PPS: New Pig November 8!!!!!!!! :)
I've been thinking lately. Mostly about art.

There was a Marilyn Manson quote, about art being the equivalent of god, something like that. Like instead of organized religion to give life meaning, you find it in art, in creation. Sort of sprituality based around the expression of the "human spirit" through creativity, something like this. (I was reading something else similar, I think related to William Blake, but I'm too lazy to figure out what it was.)

I'm always arguing with my dad--he always finds my interest in art/music/books/tv to be irrelevant and useless, and takes every opportunity to criticize me for wasting my time, and not making money or doing math or whatever the hell he thinks of as a valid pursuit. And I try to explain to him that to me, art is what makes life worth living... in fact it's pretty much the only thing that gives life meaning....

Random sort of related thoughts....

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I have a very important announcement.

My new OTP, Marilyn Manson/Stuart Townsend, will be appearing together on "Last Call with Carson Daly" tonight at 1:35am on NBC.

Unfortunately you won't get to see how incredibly into each other they were during the commercial breaks. But it's still worth it to see the awe-insiring beauty of the two of them onstage together. Clearly, it's a love that is meant to be.

So, um, don't miss it. And look for me and [ profile] jaydk in the audience. (I'm the one with really red hair and she's the one hiding under her coat in embarrassment because she's in the audience of "Last Call with Carson Daly.")

In other news, Mary sent me the draft version of the next part of "Journeys," which I'll be posting at All About Spike shortly. Keep an eye out. And I know I have a bunch of other authors to archive/reply to/etc. I'm working on it. Just, slowly.
OMG I have a new fandom OTP!!!11!!


Marilyn Manson/Stuart Townsend

Let me explain.

I got tickets through to see "Last Call with Carson Daly" today. I decided to go because the guests were Stuart Townsend (the gorgeous man who played Lestat in "Queen of the Damned," Dorian Gray in "The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen," and who was almost but not quite Aragorn in "Lord of the Rings") and Marilyn Manson (I still think "Antichrist Superstar" is a great record, and Manson always has interersting/smart/articulate and/or funny things to say).

So anyway, I went (just took a cab to midtown after work), and met up with [ profile] jaydk. We were on the balcony, front row. First Manson came out, and did the typical interview ([ profile] jaydk, who'd never heard him speak, was of course surprised at how smart he is). And he stayed for the next interviewee, which was Stuart Townsend.

So when Stuart Townsend came out, Manson was like "You didn't tell me it was the guy from 'Interview with the Vampire'!" It turns out Stuart Townsend is Irish, btw; I didn't know that until I heard him speak (gorgeous voice). Anyway, throughout the interview Manson proceeded to make funny expressions (off-camera) at what the other two were doing, and just generally entertain the studio audience. At one point Townsend was going on about some really crazy-sounding faith healer experience, and Manson started inching away from him, and Carson said something like "You know you're really crazy when Marilyn Manson starts inching away from you."

But anyway, then Manson edged closer, and rested his arm on the couch, and just generally seemed pretty interested in Stuart. And then they cut to a commercial. And the two of them just started talking so animatedly, and seemed to really be interested in each other. And then Manson ripped Stuart Townsend's clothes off and took him right there on the couch, in front of Carson Daly and the audience and everyone!

.... Well, okay, no, but they did have this really animated conversation and seemed really into each other. And they stayed for the stupid sketch that was next, and continued to chat and participate. It was clearly the beginning of a deep and long-lasting loving relationship.

So I expect you all to watch it (it's on at 1:30am on NBC but I don't know when this one will air--probably this Friday or next). So watch it and then write me lots of epic MM/ST slash, okay? :)
It's midnight and I have to write two papers. Dammit.

I will not read the episode four reactions. I will not read the episode four reactions. I will not read the episode four reactions.

I just got back from seeing Marilyn Manson. (Very unfortunate that the show coincided with a night that two papers are due. But I bought the tickets months ago, so nothing I could do.)

Anyway, it was fun. I felt old. I didn't know anything after Mechanical Animals--did you know they had two new albums since then? And Twiggy's gone! That's terrible! But he got replaced by Tim Skold, who sings my favorite KMFDM song ("Anarchy") so that's okay I guess.

All their new stuff sounds the same, and was kind of loud and annoying. But the old stuff was great--they played "The Beautiful People," "Sweet Dreams," "Great Big White World," "The Dope Show," "Tourniquet," "Rock is Dead," and hey, did you know they covered "Tainted Love"? And they closed with "Irresponsible Hate Anthem" which is one of my favorite songs, so yay! I still think "Antichrist Superstar" is one of the best records of the nineties.

The mosh pit was pathetic. I was in the second row and only one body surfer even came near me. Sheesh. I remember when you'd spend the whole time at a Manson show ducking body surfers. The enthusiasm just wasn't there anymore.

But it was easy to get up front, which was nice. I was there with my old friend April, who I know from Uranium 235 shows way back when. It was wonderful to see her again; she's awesome. So we hung out and chatted a lot before and after, which was cool.

Also, I had one drink (a something bay breeze ... I forget) and I think I'm a little drunk right now. These words are kind of hard to type. That's not good. Must write papers. No reading LJ. No reading lists. No updating websites. Must write papers......

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