Steampunk!

So, for months I have been wandering around thinking, self, you should really read more steampunk. I don’t actually really know what steampunk is, or if I have in fact ever read it before. I was, like, halfway through Havemercy before I suddenly went, “oh, wait, hey, this is a mechanical dragon, this is steampunk, omg i’m reading steampunk!” so yeah, not so much with the recognition.

not too long ago my friend drew this and i was like omg steampunk garage! and then started giving us steampundits, yes, you heard me, steampundits, which is the most wonderful thing ever, just, with, like. amazing fanart, *amazing* amazing fanart, and fic, and, like, kdfs;dasklsjdf; Stephen Colbert + DIRIGIBLES, okay, and then on top of all that, this happened:

LOL STEAMPUNK CLIQUE = MY FIRST SUCCESSFUL QUERY. \o/

and then, also today, a flister produced an amazing piece of steampunk!wonderland art, and I basically went okay, OKAY UNIVERSE, I GET IT, I WILL READ MORE STEAMPUNK FOR YOU. Perhaps I am meant to write Victorian Gossip Girl In Space.

So I am turning to Steampunk Magazine as I write this. SEXY.

But, what I mean to say is:
have you any steampunk recs?

Also, have just discovered Brass Goggles, and ! ! ! Omg. My moment of zen has never been so well-oiled.

In other news I think I am going to try maybe writing something for this. In other, other news, today I ordered a copy of Shine, Coconut Moon from my local independent bookstore and swore off Amazon forever.

In other other other news, *just* twittered about wanting steampunk recs so I AM POSTING THIS NOW BEFORE THE COINCIDENCES ALL FALL AND SQUISH ME. *SHIVERS*

Protected:

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they should call it YAYkuza!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DRACO MALFOY. *__*

THINGS:

• ROBERT DOWNEY JR IS SO HOT. I’ve always loved this guy I mean really really loved, ever since he totally swished his way through Only You and into my heart, and I was so D: about the whole drug thing and so when he came through it and now, the result, HOLY SHIT THE RESULT.
• ROBERT DOWNEY JR IS SO HOT.
• Iron Man blew me away. Iron Man has sort of redefined all my notions about sci-fi in a night. I’ve never actually loved or even really liked a superhero before. Just. Never. I love Tony Stark, holy shit. I can’t get over how engaging he is as a character, how this movie looked SO LAME until ROBERT DOWNEY JR just pretty much owned life as we know it and turned it into this fantastic allegory about coming to terms with our world and our responsibilities in the post-Bush era, and still made it a YAY AMERICA blockbuster, while making his character changes totally believable. god. I can’t get over it, I’m so happy right now, I want to watch it over and over again. And the way you don’t know what kind of man he is at all, even though you instinctively like him anyway, until he says “I refuse” without even having to dwell on it and you’re just like ‘oh fuck yeah i knew you were that guy, i knew it’ and then he becomes that guy and it’s SO AHHHHH. okay. just. ksjflsfkjas;flsdfdlk.
• Where is the Robert Downey/Terrence Howard slash, people, don’t let me down. Where is it. I REFUSE TO WAIT TIL YULETIDE FOR THIS.
• And speaking of rare pairings, thehoyden keeps sending me pieces of her in-progress Dresden/Marcone fic and it’s so hot that I keep trying to reread snippets of it at work which is about the time my boss will come by and be like “hey, Aja, how are you?” and i’m all “I’M NOT READING PORN I SWEAR!” yeah. life, so hard.
• Still don’t have apartment. Mildly desperate. Prayers and rosary beads, voodoo, sacrificial offerings on my behalf, etc. are all appreciated.
• Still haven’t remotely waded through my Top 5 meme. Hikago still the happiest thing in my life ever outside of j-pop.
• Hey, is that a Saeki/Ashiwara fandom surge of interest I see? ROCK ON.
• Forgot to say that the absolute best part of my trip to Norfolk this time out has been meeting myrafur, who is basically made of lulz and sex and kindness, and who lured me to an abandoned italian eatery in the middle of deserted VaBeach, aka the Twilight Zone, where we then had a foursome with a hot young sailor and his hot fiancee. I’m not exaggerating. We may have broken some furniture. *whistles*
• Kish, you still need to email me. everysecondtues, are you and Hoyden and I seriously getting together this weekend to SQUEE MORE ABOUT DRESDEN FILES? that is so awesome i can’t even articulate it. Everyone else please read these books and then come to B-town and MEET HOYDEN AND I, WE WILL MAKE IT WORTH THE DRIVE. *_*
• jlksfdfldjfljk oh fuck it PLEASE JUST TALK TO ME ABOUT IRON MAN.
  
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  Posted by bookshop on May 7, 2008 in dresden files, fandom, hikago, i heart sci fi | 0 comments

my modus operandi is amalgam.

Today I bought this shirt. This is either totally lame or totally awesome. It’s probably a bit of both, just like me.

There was nothing to do at work today; everyone who needs to be there was gone and the rest of us had little to do. I installed 13 Firefox skins on my computer, haha, and kept going back and forth between them. Do I want Black Japan or Pimpzilla. The choices in my life are so difficult.

This morning when my alarm clock went off to the strains of Super Junior, I wondered what day it was and realized with a mild shock that it was in fact the last day of the year. It’s weird, normally I at least get a little nostalgic at some point during the holidays; and you’d think since this has been my happiest year in a long time I’d've been more so – but no, I’m just kind of in this mode where I’m thinking, ‘well, okay, come on, 2008, let’s get on with it.’

Tonight I am ringing in the new year by myself, curled up on the couch with Chinese food, Starbucks ice cream, a stack of dvds, and my laptop. I’m cozy and comfy, and it dawned on me suddenly, as I was driving through the rainy evening earlier listening to Fujiwara Motoo seduce me into a state of nostalgia with his voice, that I am completely content right now. This has been a quiet year, but it’s been the most monumental year for me of the 2000s in a lot of ways. This was the year I finally learned to stop looking back. This was the year I finally learned to stop living with one eye over my shoulder and one foot poised to go down some other path. This was the year I finally decided that if I wasn’t going to show myself any respect then I’d never be able to ask it from anyone else. This was the year I finally let myself want something. This was the year I finally went out and got what I fucking wanted for myself.

It was also the year I burned a t-shirt and left livejournal forever and came back 3 months later with my tail between my legs, but you know what? Even the act of going “fuck this, I’m out of here” was empowering on a fundamental level for me. I’m not the same person I was when I left. And now I can honestly say that I’ve done one truly stupid no-holds-barred embarrassing thing on video that I will never live down. Which, I mean. There are plenty of more embarrassing things I could have done on video. Let the lesson of this new year be that we should all count ourselves lucky for that.

Here is my year, in fandoms.

January:

so tonight i’ll sing a song for all my friends

ways in which i am cheating my livejournal ban:
- continuing to use semagic to write entries in because it’s endlessly better than a browser script of any variety
- answering people when they ask stupid questions on rackets, it’s like i just can’t stop myself even though i handed the group over to Wonapalei and company. :/
- uploading pictures to my picture account, because Semagic makes that easier than anything else on earth. And someone told me it would just be depriving LJ of bandwidth because I’d only be hotlinking from other sites anyway.
- RSS feeding ljs even though this is still confusing and scary, and even though commenting is out.

I think I forced myself to leave LJ because I needed a disconnect and I wanted one. And now I have one. It is making me restless and fidgety. To say that I am feeling avoidant is a major, major understatement – I have 59 unanswered emails in my inbox and at least 3 communit – no, 4 – fandom projects i’m deliberately hiding from.

This all looks, on the surface, like so much immaturity and emotional distress. I know that. But it’s not. It’s turbulence, rather – a change happening inside me for once rather than being done to me. At some point this will all straighten itself out and I will know where to go from here, and what I want.

In the meantime, PICSPAM .

you were sleeping next to me – i might as well have been alone

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y life is so hard.

Protected: like my soul has fallen into the pit of Mordor…fication.

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