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Nestra's Weblog
Assorted thoughts and ramblings. No promises of coherence or relevancy. This weblog will most likely contain adult and/or slash references, so we'll call that a warning.
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Saturday, March 17, 2001
So it looks like Tripod is targeting fanfic sites and taking them down. Joy. If my site gets yanked before I find another home, I'll kick this blog back over to nestra.blogspot.com so that I can try to publicize the new location. *sigh* Rat bastards. I'd love to end up at SlashCity, but they require that half of your fic be slash. And mine's not. Friday, March 16, 2001
Administrative stuff first. Kat Allison now has a blog. Welcome to the collective. I've never really understood the way that some women find men with children attractive. I have no plans to have children (luckily, my husband's with me on that one), and any maternal instincts I'm supposed to have are just...not there. (Don't get me started on my "not having children rant", which usually involves the tendencies of people to look at me pityingly and say, "Oh, you'll change your mind." No, I really won't.) So it was a bit of a shock last night to find myself getting all mushy over Daddy!Casey on Sports Night. I think it's just another sign of my unhealthy obsession with this man and this show, but really. How cute was Daddy!Casey? I just wanted to bundle him up in something warm and feed him soup. Thursday, March 15, 2001
I have decided to be daring. I posted my new SN thing, "Virtue", at fanfiction.net. ff.net is not exactly a haven for slashers. I admire the people brave enough to post their stuff there, despite the almost certain bet that someone will post an anonymous piece of feedback along the lines of "You're a fucking pervert, you loser! Get a life and stop writing this sick shit!" I figure SN is a small enough corner of the fandom for me to test the waters. Personally, I don't think I'm the type of personality to put up with the flames just for the sake of the feedback, but maybe this will be a good way to find out.
Because I am a dumbass, I managed to disable some of the features in my browser, and I couldn't post for two days. It had me a little confused. So these are actually my thoughts from yesterday. As I told a friend yesterday, NyQuil seems to come in two flavors. Really Freaking Awful and Worse Than The Other One. Having finished my bottle of Worse Than The Other One two weeks ago, during my last battle with allergies, I'm back to swigging Really Freaking Awful. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough to keep me asleep last night, which is why I slept from 10-2, then from 6-9. I would like to hereby issue my concession to my allergies. You win. Please stop making an example of me. Heh. Shrift is a goner. It's a hard heart that can see "Fool For Love" and not completely lose it over Spike. Poor Spikey. It'll be interesting to see how he reacts to the events that took place in "The Body." Monday, March 12, 2001
I'm going to repeat something I've said before, because it's my blog and I can do that. Bach is God. Performing the B Minor Mass was one of the most amazing experiences of my life. A 100 person choir and a chamber orchestra. Music at its purest. There's a bass solo called "Et in spiritum sanctam", and I can take or leave the bass part, but the accompaniment...God. I will always remember sitting on stage and listening to this piece. A bassist and two oboes. That's it. And it was possibly the most beautiful thing I've ever heard. Bach always makes my problems seem a little pettier, like nothing can really be wrong in a world where music like this exists. Saturday, March 10, 2001
Okay. News first. That twitchy mood I was in on Friday led me to actually write. Fanfic. Slash. At work. Nothing explicit, though. I wrote a series of 7 100-word drabbles called Virtue. It's not up on my page yet, since I'm out of town, but it has been posted to the slashsn list, and I'll probably send it to the Trickster archive tonight. I had a lot of fun writing it--the limitations imposed by 100 words are actually kind of freeing. Figure that one out. Spent the evening with my family, at my grandmother's 80th birthday party. And it's funny, because earlier I was bitching to anyone who would listen about how my family was driving me crazy, and how coming back to stay at home, even for a couple days, reminded me of all those stupid personality things you hate about your family. And then I spent a night with my truly wonderful family. They really are. Loving and smart and talented, and I'm so incredibly lucky. This doesn't mean that the same things don't drive me nuts, of course. But it does make me realize that I should probably just shut up about them. Friday, March 09, 2001
Rowan is right. This blogging stuff is addictive, and way too easy. And I'm in a strange mood, the kind of mood that prods me into doing dangerous things. Now, I'm talking dangerous for me, which is pretty freaking tame. But there's really some fanfic that I just shouldn't be reading at work. And work has been rather frustrating lately, and I'm forgetting to watch my mouth, and it's going to get me in trouble when someone overhears something they shouldn't. If I don't get busted for reading fanfic. I think a number of things are contributing to this mood. I'm going home this weekend for my grandmother's birthday party. It's a Friday. Sports Night last night, while wonderful, was not happy. I've already mentioned the work thing. LFN fanfic, almost without exception these days, sucks. The fandom itself isn't in much better shape. I can't seem to get any one of the many stories I have in-progress *finished*. And it smells like rain outside. So I'm restless and twitchy, and unable to channel this energy into anything productive, or even moderately useful. It's going to be an interesting day. Wednesday, March 07, 2001
Yesterday, while in the car, I got a lovely flashback to about ten years ago. A local radio station was playing Queensryche's "Silent Lucidity." Raise your hands if you remember that song. I haven't listened to it in at least five years, but I still know the words by heart. I think that's an amazing thing about the human brain...all that information that's buried in there and is easily accessed by some kind of trigger. I also have a soft spot in my heart for Queensryche, back from my metal days. (And no, I'm not kidding.) I went to their concert when I was in 9th grade, and I had a hell of a good time. Wow. That was seriously ten years ago. Wow. |
