lots and lots of stuff

So here's what I've been thinking about the last few days in no particular order:

One: In Which I Ponder the Implications of the late 90s and Friendship on the Trent/Manson/Bowie Circle.

Chris mentioned something about Mechanical Animals the other day about how Bowie an album it is. It is a very Bowie album, a nice combo of rock and glam rock and Manson's own brand of crazy. Bowie was approached to produce the album which was circa Earthling. At this time, Bowie was so far up Trent Reznor's ass that I'm not entirely sure where Trent ended and Bowie began. So my theory on WHY Bowie didn't produce Mechanical Animals has to do with a weird triangle between the three artists. Trent and Marilyn were fighting. Bowie, while a supporter of Manson, was all about the Trent. Trent was all about the Bowie. Manson had no chance there. Bowie would not risk his friendship with Trent, who in the past has proved petty about certain things, by producing an album by Trent's mortal enemy of the moment. So there we go. Mechanical Animals is a very Bowie album that was not produced by him because Bowie was afraid of offending Trent.

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Two: In Which I Finally Get Hit By the Clue Bus in Regards to the Mutual Popstar Crush

Every so often, I try to listen to Nellyville again in an attempt to learn to like it. It's happened with other albums. For example, I hated Under the Pink by Tori, and now it's by far my favourite Tori album. So I keep trying. Well, this time I actually ended up liking it and really listening to it. I still don't like some songs such as Pimp Juice, but other songs totally rock. This is where the whole revelation thing happened which led to me calling Chrissy and not getting her and being >< this close to calling Julia just to shriek that 'NellyissoinlovewithJustin.Ihavetogotoclassnow!'. I finally really listened to Air Force Ones. One, it's a song about sneakers! Sneakers! This pleases me to no end. And two - It's Nelly's love song to Justin! Nelly is SO in love with Justin and they buy sneakers and clean them together so they don't get scuffed but when they do they both understand the need to buy another pair because scuffs are BAD!

[coughs]

Excuse me. So yes. Am enjoying Nellyville finally. Air Force Ones is Nelly's love song to Justin. And Justin and Nelly aresoinlove!

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Three: In Which I Muse About Taking Classes in Writing and What I Get Out of Them

I am now in my fourth class that is strictly a creative writing class. I have now taken Creative Writing 1, Writing for Tutors, Advanced Poetry Writing, and now Creative Writing 2. I'm starting to wonder what I actually get out of these courses in regards to writing. Currently, the class I am in is using a book that is useless in my opinion. I have used The Creative Writers Handbook in the past and found it useful. This book, Metro: Journeys in Writing Creatively, is full of pointless metaphors and essays that offer pithy exercises in writing that really have no point. I am getting sick of the book already and it's only the second week of classes.

I feel that I can write effectively and I do, on occasion, create something that I am proud of. I am beginning to understand that a career as a writer is probably not in my future. I am now expanding my searches for a grad school that will offer interesting programs and whatnot that revolve around writing, but are not a Masters in Fiction Writing or a Masters in Poetry. I'm starting to feel like the classes I am taking are redundant and do not give me new tools to write. Perhaps this is just my anger at the stupid exercises we're doing at the moment or maybe it is justified right now. Oh well. I have to write a story for Thursday either way.

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Four: In Which I Complain. A lot. ("")

I'm sick of feeling like a lump. I don't work right now and that's really starting to effect my mindset. I don't feel like I really have any rights to anything at the moment because I am not a functioning member of society. I've been working since I was 16 and it just does not feel right to be relying on my parents this way. I'm 23 years old and I have to ask my Mom for coffee money in the morning. It is really tempting not to work this semester and just throw myself into school, yet at the same time there's a part of me that's screaming to go find a job and make some money. Grr.

I hate my sister. That's not new news at all; hasn't been for oh, 9 years or so. I could stand her before then but after the age of 14, my life has been nothing but hell because of her. Right now, I'm just so sick of all the crap that's not happening. We can't get any help from the state. We can't get any help from the county. We can't get any state from the school district. All we can seem to get is platitudes and a reccomendation to enter family counseling so she can come back into the house. The people we deal with apparently do not understand that her returning home is NOT an option for our family. It's just so frustrating because my parents are starting to get very discouraged and are watching her spiral down again towards some sort of crash. And when she crashes, they'll crash with her and I'll have to step up to the plate and be the parent again for a few weeks until they can take over again. And I just don't have that in me. I joke about my grades for last semester - how I would have had straight A's if the first month hadn't been so crazy, but it's true. If I hadn't been dealing with my family falling apart, I would have been able to concentrate on school and achieved the first 4.0 semester since my freshman year. I can't handle it happening again this semester. It's not going to happen and if she crashes, and they crash, it will happen.

Also, randomly, I am very sick of being cold. I want some warmth, please.

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Five: In Which I Talk About Writing, Books, and the Ten Books Meme

I currently have two major fandom related projects on the horizon. 1: The We Invented the Remix story for popslash. I know what I'm doing for that one and need to start it. 2: Your Blue Room which is a Stargate story and will be finished by March. Hopefully. After that, I have little things I'm playing with, but nothing I feel the intense need to finish. It's tough to switch between the two worlds though, so either I write one for a little while and neglect the other, or I attempt to combine them and end up writing about Daniel in popslash or putting Justin into the SG-1 world.

I love books and I'm really feeling awful about the way my books are all scattered about right now. I have a bookshelf in the living room that isn't entirely put together and really doesnt' fit in my room while I have my desk in there. Unfortunately, the desk is currently housing a bunch of books, CDs, miscellanious papers etc so it's not easy to move. I don't even think it fits through my door. So my books are scattered around in boxes, bins under the bed, random bookshelves in the house, and piled on the floor. It hurts to see them in this condition. When I was digging for the Ten Books Meme, I found that my copy of A Swiftly Tilting Planet is bent and pages are missing. My copy of And The Band Played On is missing entirely. Books should not be in peril just by me owning them.

And to go effortlessly into the Ten Books Meme...

I love this. I seriously think this is the best meme that's crossed the LJ path. There are so many books that I've read and loved or read and hated that people have put on their lists. Chrissy and I wandered around Barnes and Noble as she looked for books she found off people's lists. And we talked about books a lot tonight. A lot. ("") It was great. Not that she and I don't end up talking about books quite often anyway, but tonight it rocked. Oh yeah. There may have been oh a three hour break in writing this while I went to get coffee and chit-chat with her. This is starting to become a regular Tuesday night thing. Okay. Now back to the book meme. I plan on going back and adding more and explaining more and just talking about books because I love books! This rocks.

~~

Six: In Which I Make a Brief Statement About Pairings and Fandoms

While lying in bed last night, I had a realization about pairings and fandom stuff. In Popslash, I'll read almost anything. AU's rock my socks off, weird stuff involving wings and boys becoming girls is just fine. I like it all. Turns out that goes the same for The Sentinel. I could care less how crazy and weird it may seem, I'll read it and if the writing is decent, I'll like it. So not the same for Stargate. I don't like the crazy stuff. I'm becoming very discerning about my Stargate fic. It has to be good and it must be decent characterization for all of the characters and I don't believe the weird AU stuff. And of course, the Legolas/Gimli stuff is very specific. Nothing crazy there. So essentially, Popslash and The Sentinel is no holds barred. Stargate and LOTR must be good.

~~

Well. I think I'm done now. That was fun.

lots and lots of stuff

So here's what I've been thinking about the last few days in no particular order:

One: In Which I Ponder the Implications of the late 90s and Friendship on the Trent/Manson/Bowie Circle.

Chris mentioned something about Mechanical Animals the other day about how Bowie an album it is. It is a very Bowie album, a nice combo of rock and glam rock and Manson's own brand of crazy. Bowie was approached to produce the album which was circa Earthling. At this time, Bowie was so far up Trent Reznor's ass that I'm not entirely sure where Trent ended and Bowie began. So my theory on WHY Bowie didn't produce Mechanical Animals has to do with a weird triangle between the three artists. Trent and Marilyn were fighting. Bowie, while a supporter of Manson, was all about the Trent. Trent was all about the Bowie. Manson had no chance there. Bowie would not risk his friendship with Trent, who in the past has proved petty about certain things, by producing an album by Trent's mortal enemy of the moment. So there we go. Mechanical Animals is a very Bowie album that was not produced by him because Bowie was afraid of offending Trent.

~~

Two: In Which I Finally Get Hit By the Clue Bus in Regards to the Mutual Popstar Crush

Every so often, I try to listen to Nellyville again in an attempt to learn to like it. It's happened with other albums. For example, I hated Under the Pink by Tori, and now it's by far my favourite Tori album. So I keep trying. Well, this time I actually ended up liking it and really listening to it. I still don't like some songs such as Pimp Juice, but other songs totally rock. This is where the whole revelation thing happened which led to me calling Chrissy and not getting her and being >< this close to calling Julia just to shriek that 'NellyissoinlovewithJustin.Ihavetogotoclassnow!'. I finally really listened to Air Force Ones. One, it's a song about sneakers! Sneakers! This pleases me to no end. And two - It's Nelly's love song to Justin! Nelly is SO in love with Justin and they buy sneakers and clean them together so they don't get scuffed but when they do they both understand the need to buy another pair because scuffs are BAD!

[coughs]

Excuse me. So yes. Am enjoying Nellyville finally. Air Force Ones is Nelly's love song to Justin. And Justin and Nelly aresoinlove!

~~

Three: In Which I Muse About Taking Classes in Writing and What I Get Out of Them

I am now in my fourth class that is strictly a creative writing class. I have now taken Creative Writing 1, Writing for Tutors, Advanced Poetry Writing, and now Creative Writing 2. I'm starting to wonder what I actually get out of these courses in regards to writing. Currently, the class I am in is using a book that is useless in my opinion. I have used The Creative Writers Handbook in the past and found it useful. This book, Metro: Journeys in Writing Creatively, is full of pointless metaphors and essays that offer pithy exercises in writing that really have no point. I am getting sick of the book already and it's only the second week of classes.

I feel that I can write effectively and I do, on occasion, create something that I am proud of. I am beginning to understand that a career as a writer is probably not in my future. I am now expanding my searches for a grad school that will offer interesting programs and whatnot that revolve around writing, but are not a Masters in Fiction Writing or a Masters in Poetry. I'm starting to feel like the classes I am taking are redundant and do not give me new tools to write. Perhaps this is just my anger at the stupid exercises we're doing at the moment or maybe it is justified right now. Oh well. I have to write a story for Thursday either way.

~~

Four: In Which I Complain. A lot. ("")

I'm sick of feeling like a lump. I don't work right now and that's really starting to effect my mindset. I don't feel like I really have any rights to anything at the moment because I am not a functioning member of society. I've been working since I was 16 and it just does not feel right to be relying on my parents this way. I'm 23 years old and I have to ask my Mom for coffee money in the morning. It is really tempting not to work this semester and just throw myself into school, yet at the same time there's a part of me that's screaming to go find a job and make some money. Grr.

I hate my sister. That's not new news at all; hasn't been for oh, 9 years or so. I could stand her before then but after the age of 14, my life has been nothing but hell because of her. Right now, I'm just so sick of all the crap that's not happening. We can't get any help from the state. We can't get any help from the county. We can't get any state from the school district. All we can seem to get is platitudes and a reccomendation to enter family counseling so she can come back into the house. The people we deal with apparently do not understand that her returning home is NOT an option for our family. It's just so frustrating because my parents are starting to get very discouraged and are watching her spiral down again towards some sort of crash. And when she crashes, they'll crash with her and I'll have to step up to the plate and be the parent again for a few weeks until they can take over again. And I just don't have that in me. I joke about my grades for last semester - how I would have had straight A's if the first month hadn't been so crazy, but it's true. If I hadn't been dealing with my family falling apart, I would have been able to concentrate on school and achieved the first 4.0 semester since my freshman year. I can't handle it happening again this semester. It's not going to happen and if she crashes, and they crash, it will happen.

Also, randomly, I am very sick of being cold. I want some warmth, please.

~~

Five: In Which I Talk About Writing, Books, and the Ten Books Meme

I currently have two major fandom related projects on the horizon. 1: The We Invented the Remix story for popslash. I know what I'm doing for that one and need to start it. 2: Your Blue Room which is a Stargate story and will be finished by March. Hopefully. After that, I have little things I'm playing with, but nothing I feel the intense need to finish. It's tough to switch between the two worlds though, so either I write one for a little while and neglect the other, or I attempt to combine them and end up writing about Daniel in popslash or putting Justin into the SG-1 world.

I love books and I'm really feeling awful about the way my books are all scattered about right now. I have a bookshelf in the living room that isn't entirely put together and really doesnt' fit in my room while I have my desk in there. Unfortunately, the desk is currently housing a bunch of books, CDs, miscellanious papers etc so it's not easy to move. I don't even think it fits through my door. So my books are scattered around in boxes, bins under the bed, random bookshelves in the house, and piled on the floor. It hurts to see them in this condition. When I was digging for the Ten Books Meme, I found that my copy of A Swiftly Tilting Planet is bent and pages are missing. My copy of And The Band Played On is missing entirely. Books should not be in peril just by me owning them.

And to go effortlessly into the Ten Books Meme...

I love this. I seriously think this is the best meme that's crossed the LJ path. There are so many books that I've read and loved or read and hated that people have put on their lists. Chrissy and I wandered around Barnes and Noble as she looked for books she found off people's lists. And we talked about books a lot tonight. A lot. ("") It was great. Not that she and I don't end up talking about books quite often anyway, but tonight it rocked. Oh yeah. There may have been oh a three hour break in writing this while I went to get coffee and chit-chat with her. This is starting to become a regular Tuesday night thing. Okay. Now back to the book meme. I plan on going back and adding more and explaining more and just talking about books because I love books! This rocks.

~~

Six: In Which I Make a Brief Statement About Pairings and Fandoms

While lying in bed last night, I had a realization about pairings and fandom stuff. In Popslash, I'll read almost anything. AU's rock my socks off, weird stuff involving wings and boys becoming girls is just fine. I like it all. Turns out that goes the same for The Sentinel. I could care less how crazy and weird it may seem, I'll read it and if the writing is decent, I'll like it. So not the same for Stargate. I don't like the crazy stuff. I'm becoming very discerning about my Stargate fic. It has to be good and it must be decent characterization for all of the characters and I don't believe the weird AU stuff. And of course, the Legolas/Gimli stuff is very specific. Nothing crazy there. So essentially, Popslash and The Sentinel is no holds barred. Stargate and LOTR must be good.

~~

Well. I think I'm done now. That was fun.