eruthros: A panel from a 1950s educational comic book showing a communist deflating -- I mean, blowing up, the Washington Monument (Communists!)
... because we started watching it on Netflix while [personal profile] chagrined was here, and have kept watching it because it is lolz. It's right in that space of fluctuating nostalgia-sincerity-lolz-irony that some shows manage to hit - we laugh at it and we sing along and we predict the plot twists ([personal profile] thingswithwings likes to do Thor's dialogue a beat before he does, because he is very predictable) and we say "oh, that's not a bad idea at all" and we nostalgically go "awww, look, Ultron!" and we mock Tony Stark (not a hard task) and we hash out Ant Man's backstory ("no, seriously, Pym particles and biochemical wings. He does science!") and we pause the show and complain whenever Hawkeye appears to fly and we agree that Black Panther could totally take on the rest of the Avengers no problem (except maybe the Hulk) and we cheer on Nick Fury, Agent of SHIELD, and we roll around in the canon and basically have a good time.

So really, the credits sequence kind of encapsulates my whole Avengers: EMH nostalgia/lolz experience so far, so I thought I would embed it here. As you watch, imagine that you're sitting in a room with total dorks (us!) who are singing along in srs bzns rock music voices. Possibly one or more of us is headbanging, because why not.



Fight As One lyrics )

Fight As One not-at-all-neutral video description + lyrics )

So that is kind of the Avengers right there! Lolz/nostalgia/sincerity/irony/more lolz. But I do have more to say than that, so here are some more spoilery things about the Avengers: Earth's Mightiest Heroes from about halfway through season one )

The thing is, I'm actually not very interested in the movieverse canon, or in Tony/Steve, which is the big pairing, so mostly I just plan to watch the show and do lolz and nostalgia at the moment.
eruthros: Toph from Avatar: TLA preparing for battle (Avatar - toph getting ready)
The good:
I spent Friday night decompressing from fail in what turns out to be a really great way: [personal profile] livrelibre came over, we had alcohol and dinner and talked vehemently about intersectionality and anti-oppression work and all the recent fails, and then we stopped talking about them and played Lego Star Wars. Here is the thing about Lego Star Wars: it doesn't matter if you get killed, because you just reconstitute out of legos, and the basic goal of nearly every level is to smash, lightsaber, shoot, or slap basically all of the set decoration. We spent two hours going "oh, man, I'm going to get those fences! take THAT, fences! and the planter over there! and then I'm going to punch down this wall." It was very soothing in a simulated-destruction kind of way. I destroyed many decorative sconces.

And then Saturday I suddenly decided that I wanted a bison burger (idek), so [personal profile] livrelibre and I went out and talked about anti-oppression and meta and porn and tv and computers in public spaces, instead. (The conversation about computers was partly prompted by hearing other people arguing heatedly about macs versus pcs and going, huh, we could try having an intense conversation about other kinds of fandoms for a change. We didn't manage to be very vehement, though.)

And I decided to try going to the Sunday farmer's market instead of the Saturday one -- the Saturday one is (almost) year-round and is bigger, so some farmers can't get stalls there. And it was awesome, I want to go to the Sunday market every week. I think that the Sunday market shopping population is maybe 10% of the Saturday one, which meant that I didn't have to tuck my cane away because people walked into it, and I didn't have to push to get to the front of stalls, and I could buy prepared food without standing in hideous lines. And I discovered several new farmers, including people who do locally produced raw soft cheese. I saw a new cheese stall and went over to check it out, and then was so startled that before I even said hello I said "... it's soft!" I think the cheesemaker thought it was a complaint, because she explained that it was only semi-soft in other weather. And it was tasty, and I brought it home, and I am so excited about it because I'd thought we only had cheddar-like and gouda-like and blue cheese here. Plus I bought sugar snap peas (and then ate all of them with lunch) and black cap wild raspberries and many cherries for [personal profile] thingswithwings to turn into tarts when she gets back to the US, and warm-from-the-oven sourdough multigrain bread, and sprouted lentils and chickpeas, and shelling peas. There are noms in my future.

Less good:
I didn't get to some graphics stuff that I meant to do this weekend.

Let me just say, cab drivers, I am sometimes willing to spend $5 to get a lift home from the farmer's market when my feet hurt and it's hot out and I'm concerned about the cheese. But I am not willing to spend $5 and have to endure a conversation with you about why I'm wearing a brace, what the brace is for, how long I have to wear it, does it have anything to do with the cane, gosh pity pity, tell me more details. No. Just: no. I tried terse and uninformative, then I tried I-don't-want-to-talk-about-it, and the cab driver was still like "oh, but come on, it's got to be a great story." Fuck off, dude.

For reasons I don't understand, I watched Babylon 5 today instead of the Doctor Who season finale. *shrugs*
eruthros: closeup on apples, text "fruit porn" (fruit porn - apples)
1. So the other day I was all, hey, I've always wanted to try goat's milk ice cream! I hear that it is tasty! And Twings was like, I've been craving strawberry ice cream lately, why don't we get some? So we did. And we brought it home. And then there was this suspicious brown layer in it that smelled vinegary, and, yes, as it turns out we accidentally bought "Strawberry Darling: Swirls of Balsamico with Strawberries in Sweet Cream." And I'm pretty open to foodieness, but, just, no. Balsamic vinegar is not supposed be mixed with guar gum and turned into a sticky caramel-like swirl in strawberry ice cream. I tasted it because I wasn't going to be like, no never! And, yes, it tasted like strawberries and balsamic vinegar, but in entirely the wrong proportions -- way too much vinegar, ugh, not at all like the way people sometimes serve strawberries to intensify the strawberry flavor. In short, LaLoo's strawberry goat's milk ice cream? Not recommended.

2. I have uploaded cards for [community profile] kink_bingo, we finished and posted the [community profile] kink_wiki yesterday and I've got to let it go, I've just got a few tags left to rename or merge or split, we're not posting anything today, and I am taking the day off. I am going to read some fic and eat bonbons. I have been like 1000 words into [personal profile] leupagus's Only Good For Legends Star Trek AOS AU for two weeks now, and I'm darn well going to finish it. And I'm going to read some remixes, too. And maybe order brownies for delivery or something. Anyway, there is fic in my future, and I plan to enjoy it.

Also there is Avatar: the Last Airbender, which I am kind of mainlining.

3. Yesterday there was briefly a [personal profile] toft! Which was nice! But she was just passing through. We did watch two episodes of Mythbusters, though.

4. And nonetheless she handily helped me replace my laptop keyboard hurrah. It took two tries to get the keyboard in right, but now ... whoah! It's all new and shiny! And it has a page up key! Also I was very happy to have [personal profile] toft and [personal profile] thingswithwings help, because the tiny tiny screws and the tiny tiny screwdriver and the tiny tiny connections are so not within my skills.

5. I am cranky at having to pace my life around my joints. Like, today I went out to buy groceries to make dinner, and because I walked too much yesterday that is the limit of my up for today, so I can't make said dinner. Even though I got stuff to make vegetarian pasta sauce and now I really want some.

6. Also I am sick of negative-pressure doors (the kind intended to keep the air conditioning in) when they don't have buttons to open them. I had to struggle out of the coffee shop today with a "pass the cane to the other hand, dangle it from wrist strap because also carrying groceries and coffee, hip-check the bar to open the latch, shoulder-bump the door to break the negative pressure, catch the closing door on the shoulder and lean full weight into it" maneuver. Which is too much maneuver for me. *cranky*

7. Also some jerk was like "hurry the fuck up, bitch" at me when I was crossing the street. OH MAN SORRY TO BE IN YOUR CAR'S WAY, DUDE! I mean, god forbid you wait ten more seconds to make a right hand turn! I know waiting for a lady with a cane is like the worst thing that has ever happened to you! Hey, wait a minute, do I maybe have the right of way here? OH YES I DO.
eruthros: Mythbusters screenshot of Jamie blushing red and laughing (Mythbusters - Jamie having an emotion)
1. Is there anything that I could do in a dw entry to show/hide some text once the cut has already been clicked?

I'm thinking about transcripts in particular, here; sometimes I have entries with several (long!) videos embedded, and the transcripts would make a looooooong scroll bar blockquote. If I could hide the transcripts with a click-here-to-view, that would be pretty cool.

2. New Mythbusters! Because we seem to be doing spoiler cuts now, there's some stuff about 8x02 Dive to Survive under this cut )

3. So, this isn't exactly related to the most recent episode of the Mythbusters, but [personal profile] thingswithwings and I were talking about how Adam and Jamie just have this drive to educate people about hands-on science. And I was like "oh man, now I'm thinking about an AU where they're high school teachers." And [personal profile] thingswithwings was all, "wow, Jamie would be the worst high school teacher ever, except for Adam."

I still kind of want it anyway. Jamie and Adam teach physics! Adam nearly blows up the labs! Jamie teaches kids about acceleration using bows and arrows! They meet grouchily in the teacher's lounge and snipe at each other about teaching methods! Jamie eats nutritious homemade food paste! Adam eats slurpees! That part is perhaps not an AU!

4. I get to go to vividcon this year! I am so excited about this you guys.

See, I usually have to go be in the Middle of Nowhere for most of the summer, but there was a chance that this year I would only have to go for a couple weeks, so I registered for Vividcon in the spirit of HOPE. A few weeks ago it was still "well, we'll maybe want you for two weeks at the beginning of August?" and I was distraught. But then! "We don't need you this year, only come if you really want to!" \o/ \o/ \o/

PLUS I got really sick of going every year -- Middle of Nowhere, no internet, and I came back sicker every time I went. So I'm very grateful to have the break for that reason, too; maybe it'll seem more fun next year, after this time off. And maybe by then I'll have a diagnosis, and will be able to figure out why I always seem to come back sick, so that I can do something about it. (Stress? Diet? Chemical exposure? Sleeping problems? Who knows.)

So: Vividcon road trip! I get to go to vividcon! And meet fangirls! For maybe the only time in the next ten years, because this is likely to be my only summer off! *does dance of vividcon*

ETA: edited to strike the girls out of fangirls, because someone drew my attention to it as a casually and thoughtlessly gendered noun. I'm really sorry, guys! I look forward to meeting a bunch of new fans I've never met before, regardless of their gender identity.
eruthros: Delenn from Babylon 5 with a startled expression and the text "omg!" (Default)
So I was having one of those conversations you have with fannish friends. You know. [livejournal.com profile] thingswithwings was telling me a story idea, and she said, god, what am I even doing, somebody's gonna stage an intervention any day now. And I, of course, pointed out that this was Stargate: Atlantis, and that you probably couldn't get an intervention for anything less than "the story in which Rodney and John sit in the office all day without talking to each other and just do paperwork," and perhaps not even then.

So, guys, what does it take to get an intervention in SGA? How far do you have to go?

Like, imagine your fannish friend who's been with you for the last three fandoms. You even bailed out of the X-Files at the same time! It has been so wonderful and lovely. But now she's gone a little bit off the rails in this wild and crazy SGA fandom.

[Poll #1090767]
eruthros: Delenn from Babylon 5 with a startled expression and the text "omg!" (Default)
Or: we smoke crack so you don't have to.

1. There is nothing more awesome than coming back from class + long day of class + other class and meetings and things to awesome thinky comments on a post. However, I now have to spend time doing class-related things, so. More thinky later.

2. [livejournal.com profile] graycastle and I got together to watch "Travelers," right, and we were meeting at a cafe. I actually saw her on the way there, though, walking a half block behind her. "[livejournal.com profile] graycastle!" I called. No response. "[livejournal.com profile] graycastle!" Nothing. "John is a robot!" She turned right around, though she swears she couldn't consciously understand what I was saying.

3. Alsoalso: here is the danger of hanging out with [livejournal.com profile] graycastle: cracked out story ideas. These now include:
- The one where John's father is an itinerant tuba player living in an apartment in the Castro, and John walks his two ten-years-younger half-sisters to school all the time and ties his sister's Punky Brewster shoes. Also, John has tres gay next door neighbors named Davinia and Robert, and he bakes cookies with them. Also, Davinia does his hair and helps him pick out his peg-legged ripped jeans. Rodney and Ronon have to go back in time to save teenage John's life from time-traveling Genii spies, and so they take the apartment across the hall. Rodney teaches math at John's high school, and John thinks he's stalking him and tells Davinia, just in case; Ronon discovers leather stores, buys many assless chaps, and discovers marijuana. [livejournal.com profile] graycastle has declared this a TOTALLY sensible and reasonable story idea, not AU at all, and part of her personal canon. She swears that every story she writes from now on will have this as a quiet background.

- The one where Rodney's mother is a Lacanian and his father a Jungian therapist. His homework included Lacanian algebra and a dream journal. (He's kinda screwed up.)

- The one where they get turned into pineapples. (Prompted by my despair at drawing John accurately in the margins of my notes: I don't get the hair spiky enough! I said. And then I try to make it more spiky! And then he looks like a pineapple!) John gets his wristband stuck on one of his fronds. Also, he likes to roll down hills. He and pineapple!Rodney must escape the villagers who want to eat them. They move by rustling their greenery. Rustlerustlerustle.
- Aside: The one where they all get turned into plants. (Rodney, fyi, is an apple tree.)

- The one where John is wounded and stuck in the infirmary and then he and Rodney begin playing crazily competitive cribbage on an Ancient board that rearranges statistics in favor of the winner. (For example, Rodney is thinking that he wants a pudding cup when he wins, and the next thing he knows one of the cooking staff with an ATA gene brings him an extra pudding cup! And the more they concentrate on the cribbage, the bigger the things they get! Like, the ancient pegboard thing makes Zelenka's database search algorithm turn up a bone-healing device for John. Etc.)

- The one where we manage to turn John into one of the members of [livejournal.com profile] graycastle's dissertation committee, whom she describes as "kinda a robot." Me: "oh, like John!" *pause* "Can we turn John into him?" Of course we can! See, Teyla's in a relationship with Kate Heightmeyer and doesn't know why she can't talk about it, and finally Kate just gives up all exasperated and tells Telya look, read this gender theory. And Teyla, being Teyla, reads it carefully and seriously, perhaps taking notes, and then returns the ten books to Kate all "this is all fascinating! and I feel that I understand your people better, and also I understand why John must act the way he does. Though I do not think it is a good thing. But I still do not understand these references to Derrida." (bad aca-joke alert!) Anyway, she then continues to read Earth philosophy and theory -- Kate starts her off, at that point, with Kant, and then Hegel, which she apologizes for, but who Teyla finds much more comprehensible and straightforward than Kant. And then John is forcibly outed, see, and as he's being hauled off Atlantis Teyla rushes up to him, and hands him Epistemology of the Closet and says "you must read this now, John!" and of course John does, because he misses Teyla, and then he reads some more, and then he becomes an angry grad student writing about the Air Force and the queering of homosocial space, and then he becomes a robot on somebody's dissertation committee, the end.

- The one where Zelenka is sekritly teaching Ronon Science throughout season four, and Ronon is teaching Zelenka, like, lyric poetry or something, and then Rodney's "I can't get it finished in time! I don't have enough hands! Colonel, hold this -- no, that -- no, god, can't you -- stop moving!" And then Ronon just sorta shoulders in all "not a problem, McKay, I can reverse the polarity of the neutron flow while you swap crystals." HOT.

And also, a random tangent sent us of on the set of silly transformational fiction:
- The one where they all get turned into DIFFERENT animals, thus queering the text even further! John is an easily-startled gazelle. Rodney is a badger. Teyla is a mink. Or maybe a mongoose. And Ronon we couldn't decide. Rhinocerous?

- The one where they all get turned into REPTILES, then! Where, naturally, Rodney is a turtle, John is a snake ([livejournal.com profile] graycastle said "boa constrictor!" I said "then he's hugging people all the time!" she said "yes but they're bad hugs!" and we decided to agree to disagree), Ronon is a Komodo dragon, and Teyla is a lizard.
- Digression: the one where they get turned into Lisa Frank folder-cover type animals in a far corner of Atlantis (John and Teyla big-eyed cats, Rodney and Ronon floppy-eared dogs, all, of course, appearing in a magically-created pink converse high top). Then they reenact An Incredible Journey to get back to the control tower. They ford rivers! They run up flights of stairs! They are attacked by strange ancient machines! Big-eyed-black-and-white-cat John jumps on little-golden-retriever-puppy Rodney and bites his ears! etc.

- The one where they're not even all organisms! Teyla's a dolphin, Rodney's a unicorn, John's a rainbow, and Ronon's a breeze. Everyone tells John and Rodney that they can't get together because they're, hello, a rainbow and a unicorn, and sometimes the rainbow has to shine somewhere else. It is sad. Woe. (NOTE: This now exists. No, really.)

- The one where they're all items at a Pier One store. (See previous SGA-related post.) John is a red velvet throw pillow with tassels at the corners and a gold thread border. Rodney is a nice simple square chair. Ronon is a round wicker table. And Teyla is an elegant and understated table lamp. DUH.

- The one where they're all nineteenth century literary figures. (Teyla is George Sand.)
- This also led to:
- The One Where Teyla is George Sand And Wears a Top Hat Because That Would Be Hot, and Ronon is Chopin and Plays Awesome Piano Because That Would Be Hot.
- The one where Rodney is Henry Fielding with his authorial insert thing. (Possibly John is Tom Jones. HA.)
- The one where Ronon is James Joyce and Rodney is T.S. Elliot
- The one where they're all 60s drug culture figures. (This features John as Ken Kesey, Rodney as Timothy Leary, Teyla as Neal Cassady, and Ronon as Hunter S. Thompson. We agree that Neal Cassady is perfect for Teyla.)
- The one where Teyla is Shakespeare and John is Christopher Marlowe (who, for the purposes of this story, was OF COURSE a spy who faked his death in the bar brawl.)
- The one where Teyla is Gabriel Garcia Marquez.

My weekend

Oct. 11th, 2004 01:27 pm
eruthros: Delenn from Babylon 5 with a startled expression and the text "omg!" (Default)
[livejournal.com profile] m_shell and I went up to Northampton (which is apparently sometimes called "Noho," for reasons best known to ... total weirdos) to visit [livejournal.com profile] sineala and [livejournal.com profile] lysimache in their new apartment.

Their new apartment is totally fabulous -- it's tucked under the roof and has fabulous windows and a hardwood floor and a kitchen that I wanted to take home with me, although I don't know where I would put it. So so pretty!

Anyway, we drove up on Friday night, getting stuck in traffic in NJ. Traffic was basically stopped for seven miles because someone had stalled in the left lane on the NJ Parkway. Because, see, then people had to merge, which as we all know is an abomination and anyway merging is something other people do and we don't need to bother because we always go first. We passed a lot of landscape that would probably be very pretty in the daytime, and a lot of not-so-pretty things (um, Hartford?), and the ridiculous Basketball Hall of Fame in Springfield, and basically didn't eat dinner (unless Pringles and Luna bars and bananas count). We arrived in N'ton after eleven, stayed up and chatted with [livejournal.com profile] sineala and [livejournal.com profile] lysimache. And with Greta.

And they showed us around Northampton, which is all cute and New Englandy with victorians and really nice fall foliage. And it's all arts-y, which is totally cool, and has that small-college-town vibe. Whee! Plus, any town with that many bookstores must be okay. Especially when the bookstores have organic fair trade espresso bars inside. We got briefly distracted by the weirdest dollar-store sort of thing ever, Acme Surplus, which sold many kinds of tape and rope and rubber mallets and crayons and Hunchback of Notre Dame stickers in German and Portuguese Crest toothpaste and silk kimonos and chenille gloves. Heh.

And we went to the Rice Pudding place for lunch, where the sign said they had twenty-one flavors of rice pudding, but they actually didn't. They had twenty-three flavors of pudding, but three of them were tapioca, so either way you look at it the number was wrong. I tasted many kinds of pudding, having gotten over my whole thing about tasting things and asking questions. I even tasted the varieties that they had just for tasting as tests. And then I asked the woman what she'd advise -- I wanted butterscotch and what would go with that? So I ended up with butterscotch and chocolate hazelnut pudding. Because rice pudding and a veggie hotdog make an excellent lunch, right? *g*

Then back to the apartment, and then off to an orchard, where we got cider donuts (mmm, cider donuts. with cinnamon and sugar! yay) and a 5 pound jar of local apple-blossom honey (it was only $13!). And once again, I was all "foodie asking for advice," because I asked the woman who was working there to tell me all about the kinds of apples I didn't know. And then I asked her what her favorite cooking and eating apple was at that moment ("at that moment" being important, as apple flavors vary throughout the year). She recommended spartans because they were just getting sweet, and so they were crisp and semi-tart semi-sweet. So we got a half-peck of those. They're really neat -- very yummy, and with an interesting entirely white flesh -- no yellow at all. Which I speculate may be the reason they're called spartans. Regardless, they are tres yummy, and we ate three of them on the drive back from MA. La. I may not end up having enough of them left to cook with. Mmmm. Semi-crisp, with a tart after and a sweet fore. Lovely.

And then Jen drove us through Amherst so's we could see UMass (all high-risey and not really pretty at all; Smith in N'ton was way purtier) and so's we could see Emily Dickenson's house (pretty, which is good since she never left it). And then to the apartment and played with Greta and pondered dinner. We ended up going to a place that makes their own pasta fresh, where I had pesto and chicken on black pepper fettucine. Nummy. And then ice cream at Herrell's, the famous ice cream place where oreos were first put into ice cream (as my mother said, "I'm not sure that improves the ice cream..."). Anyway, the ice cream was good -- they make their own, and I had cider sorbet, the rice pudding having dairied me out for the day. It was very, very cidery and good.

And then we watched the high points of the OaT movie, where no clowns on trampolines fire machine guns. Which is sad. I guess they were trying to be all Serious and stuff.

The next morning, we had cider donuts, homemade apple sauce, and apple cider for breakfast. So there was kinda a theme. And then we hung out and chatted and petted Greta's belly. One of the things we chatted about was the origin of the name "Biff" -- what it's a nickname for -- and so Jen googled it. And found nothing. Which was sad. And then Jen made us coconut soup for lunch. Yummy!

Eventually, though, we had to leave. We got sandwiches on the way out of town and then drove for a very. very. long time. The landscape is quite pretty, when you can see it.

This morning, I checked some baby name books, and found nothing. And so then I went to the Q&A Cafe, where you can chat live with a reference librarian, and the phrasing sounds kinda like porn, but, while reference librarians are hot, I think very few people get turned on by discussions about encyclopedias. Anyway. The reference librarian couldn't find anything, either, so she forwarded the question on up to the Big League Reference Librarians. It just seems so odd that it's not in any baby name books, since it was so popular in the 50s. And now it's preying on my mind. And yes, I am a big dork. But dude, don't you want to know where it came from? Why "Biff?" Why'd it take off? Why did it die a painful death?
eruthros: Delenn from Babylon 5 with a startled expression and the text "omg!" (Default)
Smallville: Phoenix )

and

Angel: Just Rewards )

And totally random: Skinner's on Tarzan, and CSM's been on Smallville. Time to do massive WB crossovers? You be the judge.
eruthros: Delenn from Babylon 5 with a startled expression and the text "omg!" (Default)
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