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My people, know that I love you with my whole heart. And yet, at Yuletide, I come to love you more, and how can that be possible? I thought that Yuletide was splendid and amazing and splendidly amazing last year, and yet this year trumps it: this year is full of every kind of delight, stories that fit in the very kernel of your soul, thrilling adventures, sprawling epics, stories so dark and bright at once you could very well be blinded forever having read them. They are dangerous and wily, they are perfectly, tenderly, ridiculously adorable, they teach, they heal, they sing to you. Oh, Yuletide, you fill me to the brim with... elation, I think. I get fic-drunk this time of year, because there's SO MUCH TO READ. And not just the bounty of Yuletide, but all the fic swaps and challenge communities and holiday exchanges... Okay, fine, reading this is likely giving you a toothache, shut up. ( favorites that threerings, siegeofangels, lynnmonster, kassrachel and musesfool read first: )( A few I stumbled upon on my own from here and there: )( Things I Loved Best in 2007: )Tags: for those who like this sort of thing, this is the sort of thing they like., yuletide
where it's at: bed perfection
I feel funny and my pants are: gleeful
the world is singing and it sounds like: my chill pad
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Saturday was full of groovy social times, hanging out with fans at lunch and mingling with work folk at a fancy dinner. We saw a parade of ships decked out in Christmas lights plow through the Sound, and Doc Oc set a cone of sugar doused in rum on fire, letting it drip into a vat of mulled wine, and then poured various alcohols on it so that the flames burned high and blue. Today, I tried my hand at getting my holiday shopping over with. I think part of the reason Xmas is so fraught for me is that it seems to underline just how poorly I know the people I'm related to. Would my Auntie like such and such? My grandmother would appreciate this random doodad, right? Honestly? I have no freakin' idea, and that's a fact. My mother likes to read mysteries. My dad plays the guitar a little. My brother Everclear likes to drink and needs health insurance. My brother The Dipper likes to get baked and also needs health insurance. In conclusion: I hate not having an intuitive knowledge of what people really want as gifts, and not being rich enough to buy everyone on my list a house, a car and a pony.</scrooge> I did write out some Christmas cards at least, but I'm actually completely wretched at buying presents. Even if I was made of money, I'd still be that sad bastard who gave you a gift card. Apologies. To distract myself from my crabby mood, I read some incredibly compelling Firefly gen by ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) gritkitty. It's a Mal story set pre-Firely, vivid, fully realized and wholly absorbing. Here's a still-green Mal, one who's terrified and elated and full of the stubborn pride we know him for. Give The Instant of a Wreck a go. Tags: for those who like this sort of thing, this is the sort of thing they like.
where it's at: bed perfection
I feel funny and my pants are: cranky
the world is singing and it sounds like: I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day, Burl Ives
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I'm reviewing the source material for this year's Yuletide story, and thanks to the magic of tudou.com, I can watch it in chunks that cost me nothing but time. I'm taking notes! Meanwhile, it's slodwick's birthday, and everyone can get a slice of cake at ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) couple_bucks. Check out the brilliant out_there's magnificent Sports Night/SGA fusion, Fan Mail: she took Sports Night and mixed in a judicious amount of celli's SGA NASCAR AU, Fireball and made me completely faint with suppressed giggling. Go see! And jesus, you knew, I'm sure, that scrunchy can write? Well holy sweet good god damn, When We Were Younger and Better is just... dazzling. Amazing. Every superlative ending in -ing. amberlynne's SGA: Behind The Music? Big fun. I will remind you that it's probably never too late to drop by couple_bucks to tell her that she's sublime in each and every way. In conclusion, Flowbee. A little SGA story for slod's birthday, in which Rodney gets a haircut. Tags: fiction, for those who like this sort of thing, sga, this is the sort of thing they like.
where it's at: bed perfection
I feel funny and my pants are: fancy
the world is singing and it sounds like: clickety clickety
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Forty dollars in cab fare later, I'm at home, in bed, where I belong. Reading. The gate 'verse has sort of a knack for apocalypse stories that don't make you want to kill yourself, and happily, eleveninches helps us all learn to laugh about Goa'uld devastation again by bringing us a very a funny story for anotheratlantis: There's No Such Thing as Daniel Jackson where the Earth settles in for a nuclear winter, Cam is jealous and a spy, John sings Bon Jovi, and Rodney says romantic things (because seriously, John's such a cool guy). idyll wrote a completely lovely John/Ronon that rings every goddamned bell. Sharp, utterly credible characterization, laugh out loud Rodney and John friendship, incendiary sex, and just, man, lucid, gorgeous lump-in-your-throat emotional showdowns. Please to be reading the set up, in the absence of a place to be, and the 20K knockdown: stay beside me where I lie. You won't be disappointed. While I'm here, basking in the healing porn, I feel obliged to mention that cesperanza's Written By The Victors really is all that and a bag of chips. Oh, shut up. Just because it took me a frillion years to get around to actually reading it, because maybe I was worried it would make me cry (which it so totally did), and just because it currently has TWENTY-TWO PAGES OF COMMENTS is no reason not to read it. Of course, it's a little like staring at the sun: it's so freakin' amazingly beautiful! but then you're kind of ruined for looking at anything else for a while. Yes, it's just that good. Now, someone help me finish this stupid jetpack story. That I started possibly over a year ago? Rodney's not sure the personal shield will protect him from the vacuum of space, and frankly, neither am I. It's hard enough to finagle the thing to allow the transfer of gases like oxygen and carbon dioxide. Seriously, why am I sweating this? It's not like the actual SGA writers worry about these things. Tags: for those who like this sort of thing, sga, this is the sort of thing they like.
where it's at: bed perfection
I feel funny and my pants are: feeling not so great
the world is singing and it sounds like: tinker's damn
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It's a little slash debutante ball of sorts! My people, I give you runpunkrun's very first slash story, a little XF ditty called The Wabash, Far Away, full of lovely atmosphere, imagery and crescent moons. (So maybe I'm a little biased, since I beta read for it, but... So's your old man! Um. Yeah!)
So, once upon a time, a wee young thefourthvine wrote her first fanfic, an untitled Sports Night story, and knowing she had achieved perfection, she never wrote us any more Sports Night. At all. Ever. ::gives TFV a stern look::. (Also, maybe you've read this, since she got like, 7 ninjillion comments on it, but I nearly choked to death on a swallow of water, so you know it's comedy freakin' GOLD, man.)
serialkarma wrote a nifty little X2 thing called Devil's In The Details-- it's short, but it really sticks with you.
vee_fic wrote Retreat and Regroup, and I don't think I've seen a finer one line description of Alex Krycek than in that opening paragraph.
Hal, ltlj wrote Starwars slash! It's called Diplomatic Incident. Han Solo, how are you so awesome?
cmshaw wrote a breezy little XF story featuring black-on-black fireworks.
sprat wrote a very charming dS story that illustrates the dangers of dressing your pet in smart little outfits.
puritybrown takes a snapshot of a Scully just as smokin' (and just as butch) as Kara Thrace in Noli Me Tangere.
azepherin wrote an absolutely stunning Angel story with a vivid and absorbing Lindsey interior called Keepsakes.
laurashapiro wrote the splendid and funny spot-on Hitchhiker story, More Things In Heaven and Earth in plain or fancy. (Psst, choose fancy! Go fancy! Fancy in 2008!) with prillalar.
Now maybe the diamonds are a little rough here and there, but overall an outstanding little stack of stories, especially given that they were new kids on the block. Or perhaps they were Menudo. Either way, I want you all to know that I hate you to the very marrow of my bones, because all of these were freakin' brilliant, and my first slash story... was not. (g) Tags: for those who like this sort of thing, this is the sort of thing they like.
where it's at: my crumpled bed
I feel funny and my pants are: fresh and new!
the world is singing and it sounds like: the clack of keys
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Okay, so the coughing is... less, but now when I cough, I feel sort of dizzy, like my brain's come unmoored. What's up with that? Well, let's just assume the Robitussin DM will take care of it and that I'll live long enough to finish this entry. It's the South by Southwest Festival Player!You can even search for specific bands! ( Songs I liked: )Also, in the healing spirit of LOVE, let me just say, if you can't pimp your friends, who can you pimp? These are a handful of some of the perhaps lower profile folks on my flist - so let us celebrate them, shall we? rusty76 provides hot! link! action! and stunning photographs. When I want to see what the kids are listening to, I loll around at the excellent schuyler's place. She and rossetti deliver the goods on a regular basis, and rosetti posts recipes that make me sort of actually want to try and cook things, so that means she's delightful and inspiring! Who has more energy than our vibrant seraphcelene? isilya is forthright and clever and chock full of interesting medical knowledge-- she's flocked, but maybe if you scratch at her door she'll let you in. If your flists are in need of a little cheerfully daft charm, you could do no better than chicklet_girl (who is on double secret probation). apocalypsos (who ate radioactive greenbeans) twirls! miss_pryss's adventures in cuddling with Mr. Smarty-Pants will make you smile, I guarantee. tevere could write about this one time when she read the telephone book when she was bored? and make me hang on every word. She reminds me of my dear runpunkrun in that every time I read her, I'm once again blown away by how amazing she is. ann_tara, sweet and tart, will keep you on the ball about your shows, and I absolutely rely on annezo to keep the snappy meta coming (and she's promised us SGA stories!), and debra_tabor is keeping us all so informed, you should check out her tales of "bible college" (and she's written SGA stories!). They're my peeps! Why don't you browse on over and introduce yourselves? Tags: a new song in my mouth, for those who like this sort of thing
where it's at: my crumpled bed
I feel funny and my pants are: profoundly ill
the world is singing and it sounds like: The Wombats, Moving to New York
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So I saw Jonathan Coulton at the Tractor, and it was a seated show, which I thought was weird for a club of that size. The crowd was very devoted-- almost creepily so, but still, Jonathan was witty and fun and he sang songs about robots invading the Earth and his classic tune, "Skullcrusher Mountain". If he comes to your town, get out and see him. Good times were had. What else? I have done not a whit of any constructive work all weekend. Hooray! (I wish my trib copies of Surfacing had come, though... alas!) I got my playstation back, so I squandered hours playing Final Fantasy XII. Also, I can't find a copy of Katamri Damacy for love or money. What the hell, yo? I hope y'all are enjoying the Oscars. Me, I'm on my way to bed, but before I go: My people, I give you... Yacht Rock. Just because. Tags: for those who like this sort of thing, this is the sort of thing they like.
where it's at: my rumpled bed
I feel funny and my pants are: sleepy
the world is singing and it sounds like: Devotchka, Dearly Departed
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