18 August 2011 @ 12:24 pm
I haven't shared any music lately, so here's a taste of what I've been listening to lately. Most of it is kind of folk-music meets rock, and works a hell of a lot better than that description makes it sound. XD Enjoy!

The Builders & The Butchers - The Coal Mine Fall

Abigail Washburn - Song of the Traveling Daughter

The Civil Wars - Barton Hollow

Mumford & Sons - Dustbowl Dance

15 August 2011 @ 10:15 am
So I'm stealing this meme from [livejournal.com profile] charliechaplin2 (and unlike Lytton, I'm going to do this properly ;D).

This is how it goes:

1) Make a list of 30 characters.
2) Assign each character a number.
3) Without telling anyone who's on the list or the character's assigned number, get questions from your flist about what they'd like to know about them.
EXAMPLE: "Could 10 successfully assassinate 11 with nothing but a piece of paper and a rubber band? Who is most likely to order the assassination of 11 - 1 or 20? If 10 fails their mission, who would be next in line for the job - 2 or 16" (The more random and complicated the better!)
4) Post the answers and who was who on the list.
5) Profit.

So, I've made my list, and now hopefully someone will ask me some questions. XD  Whoo!

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05 August 2011 @ 04:05 pm
I might as well call this the "Unpopular Opinion Time" meme or something, but these are the various head-canon/fandom related things which have occurred to me today:

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter )

I'll probably add to this as I figure them out.
26 July 2011 @ 10:58 am

Title:  White Blank Pages
Pairing: Harry/Ginny, Draco/Astoria, Ron/Hermione, Harry/Draco (UST), Neville/Luna
Chapter:  1/10
Word Count: 2800 approx.
Rating:  R
Warnings: Internalized homophobia and racism will be touched on (insofar as muggles are a "race."  Pretty normal things for HP.)
Summary:  At the end of the second war, Draco finds himself adrift with no job, no prospects, and hardly a friend to his name. When a dark wizard begins to round those few others up who have escaped the aurorer's nets, Draco is once again forced to choose between following, or taking a stance once and for all.
Spoilers:  Set after canon, except for the epilogue which I'm mostly ignoring.
Disclaimer:  Characters and world belong to J.K Rowling.

Chapter One )

24 July 2011 @ 09:50 pm
Title: Relief
Genre(s): Romance
Length: 1100 w
Pairing: Seamus F. / Dean T.
Rating: PG
Summary: Seamus searches for Dean amidst the aftermath of the battle at Hogwarts.
Disclaimer: Characters and world belong to J.K Rowling.
AN: Random one-shot
Status: Complete

Silence. )

Plus fanart )

13 July 2011 @ 02:54 pm
This is what happens to my nights when I have caffeine:

cut for weirdness )

...it doesn't really make much sense, I know, but it was creepy as all get out when I was "there."  The sad part is, I kind of think it'd make an interesting story if it were cleaned up.
05 July 2011 @ 10:18 am
Since I was a babbling mess of nerves before the con, I figured I'd reassure everyone that I'm still a babbling mess of nerves after it.   Delta H Con was a bust, financially, and I'm beginning to understand why it's getting a negative reputation.  Which is sad as it has a lot of potential. 

DHC has taken place at the University of Houston (UoH) for the past four years.  From what I understand, it had rather rough beginnings that have simply not been ironed out.  It's major issue seems to be that it thinks it's larger than it is.  There's been a long-running suggestion that the con needs to be a one-day event, and I have to say that I agree.  Based upon attendance and the singular ability for all the con's events to fall flat on their proverbial faces, it just doesn't have the strength to run a full three days.  The management seems to disagree.

What really stood out to me in the first five minutes was the utter lack of organization.  I arrived and parked at the university Hilton, and wandered around until I figured out where the student center was located.  After managing to find someone to direct me up to registration on the second floor, I stood around for a good ten minutes listening to the con staff bicker before they finally acknowledged me.  I told them I needed to sign in to the artist alley and get set up.  What should have happened was me signing in and picking up my badge.  Instead, they had a short consultation amongst five or six of them about "Where is the AA again?," finally figured it out, and then sent me on a journey three stories down (underground), through a tunnel, around a lobby, and into another hallway where the artist alley was hidden away inside the Maid Cafe.  There were a couple of other panel rooms down there as well, but the main con was half a building away.

Eventually someone brought me my badge, and the con president wondered why so many artists hadn't signed in when they'd gotten there. She didn't seem to understand when I pointed out that her staff had less idea of what to do than most of the guests. 

Though the con was supposed to start at three, set up continued at least until around six pm.  Not that it mattered, as there were maybe five guests that found the AA in that time.  Maybe. 

The University didn't help, either, as they took down any sign that the con attempted to put up.  Because no signs were allowed, most people had little idea where the panel rooms or the AA was.  Many didn't even realize that either existed (by their own admission, when one of the artists tried to go find people and point them in the right direction).  By 10pm on Saturday, the AA had seen around sixty or seventy people, total.  I managed to make back the cost of the table and decided that Sunday wasn't worth bothering with.

This isn't to say that the con was a complete disaster, but I did find that most of the fun had was in spite the con staff.  Come late Saturday evening, guests had pretty much petered out and some of we artists, vendors, and security staff all sat around in a corner to chat, cut up, and have a grand old time.  Afterward, we all packed up and several of us went up to the late night "rave" in the main event room.

It was fun for a while, though the DJ was insistent upon blowing his tweeter.  Unfortunately, he was also very skilled at picking out great music, only to cut the song short just as everyone began to enjoy themselves.  He'd then switch in something completely un-danceable.  After several instances of this, all the dancers left in a huff.  We sat out in the lobby outside and talked some more, while the DJ kept trucking on terribly.

None of the con staff seemed to understand, or wanted to understand, what the problem was--though they asked us.  They seemed to live in a state of perpetual confusion, and utter refusal to listen to any ideas or suggestions that were not their own.  Taking all of this into account, I have to say that unless someone I trust implicitly gives me indication that it's turned around in the next few years, I'm never going back to this con as an artist or otherwise.  I'll be pretty surprised if it lasts a fifth run. 

30 June 2011 @ 10:04 am
There are so many things to do! 

Delta H starts tomorrow, at 3pm if I'm reading this correctly.   Set up is 10am to 3pm, and since I have jack squat to set up, I'll probably be there at about 1pm--just to make sure that nothing goes wrong.  It'll also be the day I get to man my table alone, and I'd be lying if I said I weren't freaking out about that a little.  I'm a bit of a pessimist by nature, and I keep expecting something to go horridly wrong.  Not that Ami will be much help against things going wrong, but at least she'd provide a witness and good commentary.   Anyway, she's due to arrive sometime Friday night or Saturday morning, and will be with me the rest of the con.  My BFF rules.

Everything else is running...quasi-smooth.  About the time I went to make art prints I realize that I have very little I am comfortable selling in a roomful of children.  Though artistic nudity isn't banned by the cons, there are some display measures that have to be taken, which I'm really not sure about.  If I have time I may ask the director and figure something out.  But that still leaves the fact that I have a hang up about selling things with nudity in front of children, plus the idea that I might mistakenly sell some to a minor and what that could bring on my head.

Which I have mixed feelings about.  On one hand, I find it incredibly silly that a little nudity is such a big issue.  It's just skin (fictional skin at that) and completely tasteful.  On the other hand, I was as much raised in this puritanical society as everyone else that makes said puritanical society, and my sensibilities are bruised at even the thought of taking these prints to a print shop--much less trying to sell them. 

When I take the nude works out of the equation, I'm left with four things I am not entirely ashamed to ask money for.  Five, if you count the 4x6 sailor moon chibi (which I'll have a small number of prints of).  This is somewhat pathetic and I should really do something about that.  But not right now, I don't have time.

I got my first print run done last night, and for cheaper than I thought I'd be able to.  I also printed some very simple business cards that I plan to hand out to anyone who wants to look me up after the con.  The backs are blank, and I intend to doodle on them if I have time.  Beyond that, my prints are going into a binder that people can flip through, and I'm making a card to display the buttons on which I'll have one of my dolls (Tarnish) holding.  After debating it, I figured her in her most "animu" outfit might help me attrack some attention.  There will be a few other people from the doll group there, so if they bring some of theirs we may just end up with a random doll shoot.

Which reminds me that I still haven't gotten a replacement battery for my camera.  So, if I have pictures of the con itself, they're very likely to be terrible cell phone pictures.  Sorry! 

Other than that, I need to get a tablecloth for the table (I'm thinking something obnoxious and bright), make sure I have drawing supplies handy, and to complete my inventory.  Oh, and make sandwiches to bring.  And charge my cell phone. And bring headphones.  And a water bottle.  And transfer my writing files to my netbook so that I can plug away at the novel if there's a lull and I have nothing else to do.  And hope there's somewhere to plug in the net-book. 

Speaking of, I'm making a cursory attempt at Camp NaNoWriMo.  Finishing TSM has put me into a state of "oh, hay, maybe I can finish something!" Not that TSM doesn't have it's faults (I will be going back and editing it, especially those first two chapters), but it is at least a novel-length work that got finished.  Sorta.  Kinda.  Maybe.  I need to stop thinking about this.

Not promising I'll ever finish a Nano, though, since I keep piddling out on things like Mango every month.  Wind Spirits isn't dead, either, for anyone actually wondering.  It is slow as frozen molasses, but it isn't dead.  I will, hopefully, get back to working on it more regularly once Delta H is past me. 

Frankly, even if this weekend bombs entirely it will still be worth a four-day weekend. 

29 June 2011 @ 02:25 pm
I just realized how very much "Take Me Or Leave Me" would make an excellent prompt for a Minako/Rei fic.