that was then, this is now

Hey, Senator Clinton?

You know how a couple of months ago you made that little speech about the sky opening up and choirs of angels singing and light shining down and everybody knowing they had to do the right thing?

Self-fulfilling prophecies don't have to suck. :D

DEMOCRATIC PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE NOMINEE PARTAAAAAAAY

I had planned to put this post off for a bit--I have what I think is pinkeye, and so I'm wearing a really old pair of glasses that make everything look utterly wonky and make me have to squint in a weird way until I can get to the eye doctor tomorrow--but Balticon was so completely awesome that I can't just sum it up with "that was cool, more later".

The only thing like a sound bite I can offer is: BALTICON WAS MADE OF AWESOME.

You all should have been there. You seriously all should have been there. It was the greatest con experience I've ever had, bar none, packed end to end with epic win.

In no particular chronological order, here are some things that made it so great.

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In short: I was braver than I usually know how to be, and I had my eyes opened, and even now that I'm away from this amazing, laid-back, talented and warm community of people, I can't stop being happy. I saw people I already loved, and made wonderful new friends, and I gave of myself and received amazing gifts and I'm starting to suspect that thinking about the time I had makes me shine a little.

I'm sure there are dozens of things I'm forgetting to tell you, things I won't remember to write down until tomorrow or next week or months from now, but what I most want you to know is that it was wonderful--like being perfectly at home in my own skin, and in a crowd, and with the things that stir my curiosity and hold my interest.

Also I wrote a haiku about sci-fi spoilers and got a free copy of a magazine called Cthulhu Sex.

Clawing my way out from under a massive pile of Stuff Happening, and trying to pretend I'm not excited about Speed Racer despite the fact that I have never ever seen the series. (I mean. Roger Allam. He was the original English Javert and this will be his second Wachowski brothers movie where he plays a villain. It's a little burst of yay in my small and very silly brain.)

Also, the current job market is made of suck, but that's not really news.

Until I have something else interesting to say, have some Cthulhu Christmas carols. My personal favourite is "It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Fish-Men".

I have a huge week coming up (more on that later), but for right now, have some more kink meme coming-out:

God, this is surpassing "prolific" and heading towards "graphomania".

Contempt of Court. Prompt was PW/Final Fantasy VII. No, I haven't played FF7 and I probably never will for a whole host of reasons, which is why it's short rather than having, you know, actual depth.

another bright red day. Prompt was a Phoenix Wright version of Sweeney Todd. May be revised and reposted here, but I'm pretty happy with it as a whole.

A straight-into-comment-box fic. Prompt was ALL YOUR BASE etc etc.

Once Upon A Dream. Prompt was Sailor Moon SuperS crossover wherein Edgeworth's dream mirror gets stolen. There is a terrible sucky grammar error in part 2 that's driving me crazy, my OTP is showing like nobody's business, and you can tell what an awful romantic I am... but, you know what, if I can't be a romantic on the kink meme then I can't be one anywhere.

...Until Someone Loses An Eye. Prompt was Edgeworth finding out about the "Perfect Prosecutor" game. (The alternate ending was Phoenix comparing it to Cooking Mama.)

And now for the (extremely belated) Really Big Reveal:

the choice you make. Prompt was "Phoenix or Edgeworth in Silent Hill". Initially I thought it'd just be a one-shot. Then I thought it might be two or three parts. And eventually I ended up with eighteen chapters' worth of monsters, guilt issues, Thematic Elements, and elevators. I am ridiculously proud of this fic, flaws and all, but especially because it was what really opened the floodgates.

Now for a tall glass of water and some backyard bunny-watching. :3

TOGETHER, THEY FIGHT CRIME.

I have never ordered a game from Japan but so help me the promise of Edgeworth in ur crime scenes, pretendin hes Lennie Briscoe makes me happyflail so hard I nearly broke my chair. Out of all the characters in the series, he was the one I least expected to love, and the one who reached right into my chest and grabbed my heart the hardest, and and and. Basically I'm shamefully gay for him. especially when he looks like he's trying to be Bruce Wayne, omg Edgeworth I wish I knew how to quit you ♥

It's been brought to my attention that there's going to be a zombie walk (zombie lurch?) later this month in Baltimore. I'm ridiculously excited about this, but I'm having a tough time figuring out what to wear.

I wrote a poem!

Why do birds suddenly appear
Every time you are near?
Oh, right: you're Tippi Hedren.

ba dum CHING

Also I got rickrolled for the very first time yesterday. BY THE YOUTUBE FRONT PAGE. It was kind of awesome.

Also also, and unrelated--does anyone in the DC area want to try to get tickets to the production of "Macbeth" that Teller's directing? The run is sold-out, so it'd be standing room only, but the reviews have all been so positive that it seems like it'd be well worth it.

My dad, heerojf and I went to see 21 on Friday. (Boy, was it ever fun sitting in between my menfolk and geeking out over the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull trailer. DO WANT.)

It's a good movie, and it played beautifully to what little math geekery I can muster (like, for example, an entire scene devoted to the Monty Hall Problem, which my uncle explained to me on Easter), but there was really one major thing about it that bugged me.

Why is it that in any movie or TV show or whatever, when people go to Las Vegas, they end up having full-on, butt-nekkid sex against a window on the gazillionth floor? Isn't it chilly and uncomfortable? Does no one worry that some weirdo with high-powered binoculars--and you never can tell, in Vegas--is going to see what they did there?

The dorktastic best friend named Miles was a huge plus, though. I'm so easy to please.

So, uh. After finishing Trials and Tribulations, I discovered the Phoenix Wright Kink Meme.

It's like somebody administered a thousand-volt charge to the part of my brain that goes "MUST WRITE" and turned it into one of those shambling but basically unstoppable zombies like you see in a George Romero movie.

These aren't all of the fics I've done to date--some of them I'm not admitting to yet because they're not finished, and others I may never admit to because my romantic side is embarrassingly evident (not in a bodice-ripper way, but still). And some of them need revision, and will probably be reposted here with expansions and clarifications and blah blah blah.

ANYWAY. Here's what I'll admit to! (All work-safe except for occasional language.)

That one where Gourdy turns out to be Old Gregg. Prompt was a Mighty Boosh/Phoenix Wright crossover.

Unlocked Achievement: Attorneys At LOL. Prompt was Edgeworth, Phoenix, and Franziska playing Halo teenage-boy-style.

Anonymous Vs. Livejournal and subsequent Manfred von Anonymous comments in the thread. (Angry prissy von Karma attempting to pwn people on LJ is so much fun to write it should probably be illegal.)

One very silly Manfred von Karma icon to go with the "DL-6 version of Amadeus" prompt. (Note: he does not absolve you at the end of the movie.)

Surpraiz Intarnet Buttsecks. Prompt was the Phoenix Wright characters finding the meme.

Puppy Love. Prompt was Pess x Missile and I sincerely hope someone draws those puppies.

Sign of Weakness. Prompt was Lana discovering she's pregnant with Gant's child. Needs revision.

Icons to go with the fic "The Legend Of Edgeworth", which is awesome and epic and in-character and makes me laugh extremely hard.

This meme is really less like crack and more like being the cook at an all-you-can-eat buffet where you make potstickers and chocolate mousse and omelettes for hungry people who then crash a ROFLcopter into your house.