Aug. 24th, 2010

kittydesade: (under construction (nopejr))
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I really shouldn't watch Good Night and Good Luck. It just makes me sad and cranky about the whole "wires and lights in a box" thing.

I came to the realization last night that the Civil Rights Act turns 50... in 4 years. It's younger than my parents, one of whom is black. My father grew up in a world where he was a second class citizen, and his family was denied service, entry, and treatment based on nothing further than the color of his skin. I grew up in a world where I went where I pleased with my siblings and the most we ever got were the occasional resigned glance. In 50 years, or even 20, whose rights will we take for granted? Or whose rights will be taken away?

The Civil Rights Act. My father grew up with this as something that changed within his lifetime, the way I grew up with the Defense of Marriage act, Don't Ask Don't Tell, the end of the Cold War and the subsequent geographic confusion. I grew up with it as history. I'm getting older, but I'm not that old yet. Forgetting for a moment the advance of technology, what will be the consequences of this changing cultural landscape as a result of all these changes in our rights and privileges?

President Obama is older than the Civil Rights Act, though not so much that he probably remembers with any clarity when it was passed. He probably remembers some of the social consequences of its passing, the way we think of the social consequences of states passing gay marriage laws one by one, whether for or against. Our sitting President remembers when this country was adjusting to people who looked like him now being equals to people who looked like our last president. Something that hadn't been true until shortly after he was born. It boggles my mind to think about it this personally, but it also gives me hope for the future. The idea that I could see a world where we are not one but several steps closer to living in a world where people are judged on their merits, not on the color of their skin or their biological parts and how they relate to their psychological parts, who they wish to marry or whether or not they have or can have children.

And yes, we still have far to go. The idea that the United States could have any president that wasn't old and white and male was a joke until very recently. We still have Hollywood Stereotypes like Scary Angry Black Man, Sassy Black Woman Friend, Shrill Older Asian Woman... But these people no longer have to live in internment camps or go to separate bathrooms and restaurants and hotels to get polite treatment, and living people remember this. It's an amazing thing. A little terrifying. Where will we be 20, 50 years from now? I have no damn clue. I wonder if my paternal grandfather, rest his soul, thought the election of Obama was a good, solid step or if it was just the next logical move in the chain of events. I wonder what he thought about the Civil Rights Act. I was never very close to that side of the family, mostly due to their being pretty strict and very Protestant and I just wasn't comfortable with that as a child, but I kind of wonder. I always saw them as pretty wealthy, which may not have been the case or may have been skewed by the curve of the city in which they lived, but they also seemed kind of proud of their wealth. Not in the ostentatious way, but in the way of quiet dignity. And was this because of when they grew up? I don't know.

Heh. And now Senator McCarthy's holding forth. It's also a sign of the changing times that the people who screened this footage reported that the "actor was overdoing it." Except that's not an actor. That's Senator McCarthy. "If none of us had ever read a dangerous book, or had a friend who was different, or joined an organization that advocated change, we'd all be just the kind of people Joe McCarthy wants."
kittydesade: (flaily kermit is flaily!)
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I have no idea if I actually got that right or not. Silly book.

Oogh. Well, I just spent about two hours doing other things while listening to teh Campaign Cartographer demos, and I think I'm sold. But, seriously, if I start talking about dicking around with it before I get back from Dragon*Con, smack me? This is an amazing tool that could really help with my world-building, I could start doing fantasy again, and it's really improved since I first poked at it. But it'll take a good weekend or so to get used to, I don't need it right away with my desert novel that I'm working on, and I have costumes to make, dammit. I don't need to be dicking around with a new toy. Writing and costuming happen, and then more elaborate writing happens. This is, also, a perfect time to discover it as Nano prep starts up. Especially if I'm going to re-do my fantasy novel. Now. Anyone know any similar tools to help you with conlang and other such things?

Ahem. Oogh. Long day. Lots of shit was incoming, lots of shit went out, it was mild chaos and I'm having this very half-here distracted feeling. I'm pretty sure I got either everything done or everything else in a position to where it can get done tomorrow, but, oog. Feeling only vaguely here. This is not good. Hopefully this is the kind of only vaguely here that will settle down when I'm not being bombarded by input and can curl up with a soundtrack, my computer, and some food, and just write. Or maybe even just sew, first. Something. See? Distracted.

To do tonight:

1. Fix Russian
2. Do German
3. Do 30 days of writing
4. Write
5. Sew Silk Spectre costume

And that's more than enough tasks to keep me occupied.

OH. BUT. The other thing that I was going to talk about that I may talk more about when German is done and so on? When I have more brain, too. I bought a spinning wheel! And it is now on its way to me! SPINNING, YO.

Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today!
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I have a blanket over my knees. It extends down to the floor, where the cat is lying on the other end of it. He keeps rolling over to one side and every time he does it pulls the blanket a little further down. This would be more amusing if my legs weren't fucking freezing.

Oogh. Okay, I have some food in me, hopefully this means I can regain my brain cells and tell this in a coherent manner. Last weekend Moose IMs me and says that her mother has a spinning wheel for sale. Now, ever since I got actually proficient enough to make whole skeins of yarn I've been contemplating getting a spinning wheel, despite not actually knowing what I'd do with the damn skeins of yarn. (Sell them, maybe?) But it's a sizable outlay of money, and I held off and I held off for a while, since I do have the store demonstrators to spin on if I really want to. The only problem with that is, it's either schlepp downtown whenever I want to spin and sit in front of the store confusing people and maybe making them think the store is open, or do it during store hours when I may or may not have time. So, Moose and I talked... well, mostly I told her she was evil and asked some questions and...

... learned that this was the same model wheel that I'd learned on. ARGH.

To top this off, the Monday after this conversation when I went back to work, I got dragged into a half-hour spinning demonstration/discussion with at least three if not four young kids and their gaggle of adults. Clearly, the world wanted me to spin. Preferably, it wanted me to spin now. So I poked my finances some more, did some agonizing, and then went ahead and negotiated with the lady in question to buy the wheel. And now, as Moose has said, it's on its way! And I am already plotting to spend tomorrow afternoon carding some of the leftover wool I still have from spinning class. And checking over the demo wool from the drum carder. And then possibly getting either some domestic whenever that gets in or maybe just some more raw wool so I can mess with that, except I shouldn't because I should put the cards back so the spinning class won't be short a pair. Never mind.

Somewhere in here I have a brain to do things with. Maybe. That's the running theory, but I'm not sure it's actually true. Щт еруююю... see? I have no brain. On the other hand, I'm fixing my language lessons. And then I'm going to hide somewhere and do something that requires no brain.

30 Days of Writing )

14. How do you map out locations, if needed? Do you have any to show us?

... In light of my recent discovery that Campaign Cartographer is probably the best tool for me to use, I'd have to say... AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAAHAAHAH wheezegaspchokegiggle.

Um, yeah. I'll let you know in two weeks.

Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today! Adopt one today!
kittydesade: (bale is pleased to meet you)
Title: Breath of Life
Fandom: Eureka
Characters: Trevor/Charles Grant, OFC
Word Count: 1,150
Rating: PG-13
Summary: After a disappointment, Trevor turns to the last person he can confide in, and finds a release in a form he did not at all expect to be tolerated.
A/N: Written for [community profile] kink_bingo "Breathplay" Spoilers for Eureka 4x7 Stoned

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kittydesade: (girl land)
Title: Goddess Within
Fandom: The Craft
Characters: Nancy/Sarah/Bonnie/Rochelle
Word Count: 500
Rating: R-ish
Summary: Nancy tries to enact the Great Rite with only a limited understanding of how it actually works.
A/N: Written for [community profile] kink_bingo "Orgy." At some point I'll write an NC-17 version of this, but right now, this is it.

Girl orgy! Ish. )

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