Days I am looking forward to in June 2011

In order of decreasing awesomeness. Or is it increasing awesomeness? I can never keep those straight in my head. Fine, 1 = awesome, 6 = pretty boring. And premieres always trump finales in the excitement index, hence Leverage’s higher placing over the closest thing I’ve got to a favourite tv show.

  1. 17-19: Calgary Comic Con! Cuz Dragon*Con wasn’t enough. Or, rather, I’m going with a different group of friends.
  2. 26: Leverage season 4!
  3. 13&20: Last two Sanctuary episodes of the season. And it looks like the period of crappiness is well behind us so omg omg omg.
  4. 22: The day Virgin (allegedly) switches to SaskTel’s new lines and thus gets the SIM phones. I plan on upgrading from this piece of crap (except I totally have the green version and I didn’t buy it refurbished) to this slightly less crappy piece of crap. I still can’t afford an iPhone.
  5. 24: Payday! As is today, but I think the money is already in my chequing account so I’m no longer looking forward to it.
  6. 29: I suppose I should put my birthday on the list.

Doctor Who on F!S

So, I was talking with Darcy on twitter (something we never, ever do, nope, we never have anything to say to each other and we certainly never use capslock and fight over River who is totally mine anyway) and, unsurprisingly, was whining about the sheer stupid that can come out of the Doctor Who fandom on fandomsecrets. I mean, damn, if you want fandom related wank, just look at any of the DW secrets on f!s. At one point, I think we joked about how even a post about how everyone is wonderful and lovely would generate wank and I was all I am so testing this! So I spent over an hour (I have no life, clearly) making a 600×600 image of every Doctor and Companion and submitted last Saturday. Then I promptly forgot about it.

Turns out that it was posted yesterday (on the first day possible, hmm) and I was amused and skipped down to the comments to view the epic wank that love would produce.

Aaaand there was none. It was like a whole slew of people appeared to profess that I/the characters/Doctor Who was awesome and that everything must be full of love. There was only one negative comment in the entire thing, and that was just someone questioning the validity of how someone could love every Doctor Who character simply because there are so many and are so different. And it wasn’t even a wanky comment (though at least one anon jumped on it to create a little bit of wank) – very calm and rational. Whoever that anon is, I like them.

Anyway, here’s the thread if you ever need a reminder that the Doctor Who fandom isn’t entirely full of hate. :D

Sci-Fi Tropes I Hate: Single Inventor

Seriously, how many more times must I read (or watch) a sci-fi story in which somewhere someone says ‘imagine life if Alexander Fleming didn’t discover penicillin’  or ‘if Ben Franklin didn’t discover electricity’ or, for a real life example (as in, I got told this by a prof IRL and was too raaage to form a coherent retort so I said nothing), ‘if Xerox didn’t show Steve Jobs their GUI, we’d still be using DOS’. Or even ‘well, we can’t let this person die because they discover x and without x the world will be doomed’.

No.

Just… no.

Contrary to popular belief, a single person does not have that large of an effect on science. Don’t get me wrong – I’m not saying that these guys aren’t brilliant and don’t deserve their credit or anything, I’m just saying that if one person discovered something, so could someone else. Maybe it’ll take a little while longer and maybe we’d be be living slightly differently because of it, but it wouldn’t be anywhere near as drastic as sci-fi makes it seem.

And, no, I’m not just saying this. I totally have historical anecdotes to show that more than one person can, and will, discover or invent something.

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Days 1&2 Of Not-Nano

Just so that everyone knows, I didn’t fail at my summer writing plans from day one. I wrote just over a thousand words yesterday, which I insist on being impressive, what with game one of the playoffs was played that day. And, omg, what a game. Took until, what, 38 seconds until the end of the third (and final) period for the first goal of the match to be scored? And by the Canucks, so my team totally won game one? Yeah. Awesome. And the Bruins’ goalie, Tim Thomas, was bloody amazing. So many good saves.

But, as per usual, I digress.

I ended up starting to write the Rizzoli & Isles college AU simply cuz it requires no planning. I have enough plot details in my head for that and, well, it’s not like I have to develop characters with fanfic. I just have to stop college!Jane from being too much like me. But it’s kinda hard when I’m writing Jane having a bitch of a time in biochem (gee, writing from your own experiences much, Nikki?) and having her stubbornness work destructively against her. Jane is a lot more focused and assertive than I am (and had more on the line), though, and is thus actually willing to get help and is far less destructive than I am. (Or maybe it was just the lure of Maura’s boobs. I would totally be willing to ask for help if the TA looked like Maura Isles.)

Still. She’s behaving way too much like me and it’s bugging me. Maybe I should rewatch R&I for the fourth time (more, for some episodes) to ensure that I have her character down. :P

In all seriousness, this is actually a pretty common concern for me, though mostly with original fiction where I care a lot less cuz none of the characters are entirely me, just have some aspects of my personality. And I actually expected that I’d write Maura too much like myself, not Jane. Though I have only written Maura through the (third person) eyes of Jane so far. And I have always said that if you combined Jane and Maura’s personalities (and sucked out of all their awesomeness), you’d get someone very similar to me.

Anyway, I have written 2287 words of the first draft of an R&I fic (and femslash – I am finally writing femslash instead of bitching about how not enough people write f/f) and it is going wonderfully. Yay me for succeeding at goals (thus so far).

In other news, my mouse batteries croaked and I’m posting this from the WordPress iPhone app. Likely something will end up wrong. Also, I forgot the HTML for the more tag and can’t be arsed to google it so suffer with the lack of a cut.

Not that I’m ever consistent with remembering to cut posts. Sorry for making you all scroll.

Since NaNoWriMo has horrible timing…

Seriously? November? Finals start in about the second week of December, so there’s tons of shit going down in that month. What’s wrong with January or May through September? Needless to say, I’ve failed the nanowrimo every year since I started in, ohhh, 2008. Yeah. I’m just thaaat good. And my word count keeps decreasing every year!

Anyway, what I meant to say before I went off on a tangent, is that, since I have no 30 page paper looming1 over my head this summer, I should make my own damned writing goal for the next three months. Far simpler than nano too – I’m just going to write, at minimum, 1000 words per day of whatever I damn well please as long as it is fiction. Cuz I can totally write a 1000 word blog entry without effort. I mean, c’mon, all of my posts are just me rambling on about nothing anyway – it’s only a couple of steps above stream-of-consciousness.

Basically, I want to accomplish something, writing wise, with my newfound 8-5 life. Not even 8-5, really, cuz, as a chemist, I spent a lot – a lot – of time doing dick all timing slow moving liquid dripping through screens. Science (well, my science) is a lot of hurry up and wait so I spend a looot of time rushing about in a mad dash about the lab cuz I have to start an experiment by an hour after I arrive so that it’ll be done by five. And I do pretty much nothing between nine and five. Seriously, best career decision ever. Except for the part where you run experiments that last twelve hours and you end up working split shifts. At two in the morning. But other than that.

So much for having a blog entry about writing. Back to that.

In order to publicly humiliate motivate myself into actually following through with this goal, I am going to spam everyone with posts about how much I haven’t written and why I suck at life, possibly every day. However, unlike nanowrimo, I’m not going to post what I’ve written cuz I don’t have the excuse of lol I wrote it all in word wars to explain away my crappy first drafts.

And that is all.

Also, feel free to mock me when I fail at this.

And I start tomorrow. Either with my sci-fi romcom comic script, a novel(la?) length Rizzoli & Isles AU fic (boring AU – no vampires or space monsters or anything, just Jane attending BCU as an athletic scholarship student right after Maura broke up with the axe murderer and started her MD) or the modern,  genderbent Sherlock Holmes reimagining (or whatever the cool word for remake is these days) novel (series) @Sildra told me to write (well, sorta) a few months ago.

Basically, I’mma gunna be writing a lot of femslash. Or preslash, in the case of the girly Sherlock Holmes thing. It’s a series and I really, really love UST – especially slash goggle/deliberate shiptease type UST. Though I’m not sure if it counts as femslash for the comic script as one of the characters is an alien whose species has three (or more, haven’t exactly decided) genders. She, uh, looks pretty feminine? Well, more on the androgynous side of femininity, but still very clearly a woman. Except not.

Wait, how does word count work if I’m writing a script…? And I haven’t exactly, y’know, properly plotted out any of these ideas. I haven’t written much down for the first two and I don’t even have a crime for the last.

Dammit.

1Heh. Looms.

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