Anything worth doing is worth overdoing.

I keep seeing posts where people complain about, or outright sneer at, slash that falls into heteronormative tropes, where one of the guys is feminized and treated exactly like we object to women being treated. ( it bothers me when people act superior about stuff like that )

I seem to be out of sync with my flist lately.


( Spoilers for 5.11 and 5.12 )

My Yuletide story is called "The Furred Boots" and can be found here for what it's worth.

The thing is, I never liked the princess type of traditional fairy tale. I hated them as a child, though I enjoyed animal fables and magical tales in general. It was just the whole princess thing that made me uncomfortable. My favorite character in Rapunzel was the witch. She was powerful! So when I saw the prompt, which read in part:

Can "happily ever after" really work out? What happens if it doesn't? What happens when the young princess suddenly finds herself in a foreign country, bound to a man she barely knows?

I really liked it. So I kind of made Cinderella an adulterer. Sorry about that, but she needed to pursue her own life! It's not that I hated the prince or anything, it's just that his idea of Cinderella was oppressive and stifling and unbearable.

I only have one more episode of Miracles to watch, and I'm just now getting attached to the characters. I don't want it to end. Anyway, I saw some Miracle fic on the archive which I hope I can find some time to read when I've finished watching.

My plans and goals for the new year are not achievable unless I give up sleeping or something. I don't know what to do about that. I think I may let go of writing when I finish this Supernatural story I'm writing to satisfy the minimum requirements of cliche bingo. I've tried to limit the number of things I'm trying to do, but there are only so many things I'm willing to give up.

Spn 5.10 and preview for 5.11 ( spoilers just for 5.10 and the little preview )

We have been told by the Yuletide mother not to be jumping up and down on the website lest in our excitement we break it.

Also, she will TELL us when it is time to sign up so there is no reason to be asking: Is it ready yet? Is it ready yet? Is it ready yet? Is it ready yet?

I am going to bed now because I figure the sooner I get to sleep, the quicker Santa Yuletide will arrive.

I just locked myself in my room because my house is full of company and their children, who are all fussing and crying. If I pick up one more baby today I think I may need back surgery.

We're getting geared up for trick or treating, but I have to REST a little or I will never make it through the rest of the day.

Now to more important things, specifically Numb3rs and Whip It ( totally spoiler free )

I started reading this book, Nobody Passes: Rejecting the Rules of Gender and Conformity, last week.

I'm only on the third essay, but so far it's pretty good.

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I have been really looking forward to the broadcast on Versus of the PBR World Cup this weekend so I turned on my TV this morning to make sure I have the DVR set to record, only to find Directv is no longer carying Versus. There doesn't seem to be anywhere else to watch it.

*weeps*

I'm always amazed at people writing on these meme things. I get ideas for prompts on those things like three weeks after everyone has finished up and moved on to something else, leaving me feeling left out of all the fun. I have to think about stories a long time before I can work them out in my mind and write them down.


So when I signed up for cliche bingo, I told myself I wasn't going to stress about it. I already had decided to concentrate on my kink_bingo card, and I decided if I wasn't immediately thrilled with my cliche bingo card I would just write one little mediocre 500 word thing and be done with it, just so I wouldn't be banned (horrors!).

Well, of course, now I feel like a criminal because I'm clearly not going to be getting bingo on this cliche card.

You know, in my utopia where women rule the world, we're going to work like pack mules for 3 weeks out of every month on making the world a beautiful, loving, satisfying, inclusive place. On the fourth week, you check into the spa/insane asylum where people who are not in their fourth week take care of you, and give you massages and listen to your complaints, and make sure your needs are met without making you ask for help.

They insist on helping you into the hot tub and bringing you a big fluffy perfumed towel when you are ready to get out. They don't hold any crazy, ridiculous rambling thing you say against you because they understand that you are temporarily insane. You can watch TOS Star Trek while weeping over your lost youth, and go on and on about how nobody likes you and you've failed at life and everything you've ever tried to do and so on, and later when you're recovered and gone back out into the world no one reminds you that you've made an ass of yourself or implies that you are unstable.

Yep, that's how it would be.