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21 December 2014 @ 04:04 pm
Originally posted by superplin at Zombiecast
Hey, remember this little project by masqthephlsphr and myself from way back in 2008?

Yeah, we didn't, either. Until I happened to be cleaning up my web server, and discovered the folder.
We did a whole 11 episodes, and some of them are actually kind of interesting.

So we decided to get with the modern times and turn them into a SoundCloud playlist that anyone can access, just in case you want to get all nostalgic with us as we drink way too much and ramble on about early episodes of our favorite series.
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I'm feeling a little: nostalgicnostalgic
09 December 2014 @ 04:44 pm

Yes, I seem to be on a kick of using Buffy episode titles and quotes to title my journal entries. Not sure where that came from, or whether it'll last, but why not, right?
02 December 2014 @ 10:02 pm
Holidailies has begun!
(Well, okay, it started yesterday, but I only just got to it today. End of semester madness a few magnitudes above normal.)

My first entry is here, more a placeholder than anything else, but it's a start...

For those of you following my most recent saga, more soon. Watch this space. 
I'm feeling a little: tiredtired
11 December 2013 @ 10:17 am
I haven't mentioned it here, even though I've been meaning to, but once again this year I'm participating in Holidailies, the windmill I tilt at annually. I've already missed two days this month... but on the other hand, I've already bested my posting quotas from 2009 and 2011, so that's something. You can find my entries over here, if you're dying to know what I'm up to these days.

I miss LJ. I still keep up with a couple of people who post here, but I did love the sense of community. I just can't seem to work it into my life these days, at least not on a regular basis. 
I'm feeling a little: lazylazy
Crazy week, so unable to get to any analysis of Mad Men, alas.

All I have time to say here, at the moment, is this: the keyword is boundaries. To identify what something is, we also have to know what it is not; if there's a there there, it means it's someplace other than here, which is... where, exactly?

With any luck, next week I'll be able to do a super-duper double feature. Separately or together, will depend on how the next episode plays out.
Still not a full-on, old-school episode write-up (but, uh, closer than I intended when I first set out to do this). The semester's not over yet, for one thing. But I can't resist the siren song of this show any longer, so I do what I can. It might end badly, but for now I'm following the call. I just can't help mixing in some Buffyverse as well. (It's all connected!)
Beneath you, it devours Madison AvenueCollapse )

Death is always standing in the doorway, clipping its nails, waiting for the driver's moment of distraction. All it takes is one good day.
I'm feeling a little: crazycrazy
09 April 2012 @ 09:33 pm
Another thing I'd write about: I'd write about voyeurism, wanting to watch even when we know it betrays the shameful thrill we get at the thought of something horrible. We want to bear witness, hallelujah, send your journalists to the front lines in Chicago and your soldiers to Vietnam, and keep them there as long as they can continue to send photos and footage. We need the visual aid, or who knows what our imagination will come up with? Don't worry, you can totally come to the casting session. We know you'd never pass up the opportunity to leer professionally. A couple of episodes ago, Megan was ordering Don not to watch her as she padded around angrily in her lacy black lingerie, knowing he'd never be able to resist watching her pretend to clean when all they both really wanted was to get down and dirty. She taught him that "no" really means "yes, please, even if it means having to replace the carpet." (So he didn't even believe his own "no" in his fevered dreams, swirling with sex and violence.) But seeing isn't everything: the first glimpse of your (presumed) infant son may not be enough to keep you home. Being seen can also be a handicap: the last thing you want is to be caught guilty of blackness while in the vicinity of some publicly expressed dissatisfaction. Better to fade into the shadows of the boss's empty office.

A friend (who doesn't watch Mad Men, but loves meta) is trying to convince me to do a podcast. Unlikely, but as I told him, I already have two essay (or podcast episode) ideas: "Big Betty and Rich Roger: Caricaturing the end of an era," and "Mothers--Biological, Step, -In-Law, and Grand--in the Mad Men-verse: From whore to horror." I'm sure that last has already been done somewhere, but I wouldn't let it stop me.

If I were still doing that sort of thing, I mean.
I'm feeling a little: nostalgicnostalgic
09 April 2012 @ 02:28 pm
Mad Men is making me miss my fandom days of geektastic episode analysis. If I were writing one of my old-style essays on this week's "Mystery Date," I'd start with wondering what it means to be a man. There's a different one behind every door, just waiting for you... and these days (in 1966), some of them might even be women. Turns out they can be just as hard-drinking, ambitious, disgusting, and sex-craved as men, you know. The rules are up for interpretation and reinterpretation, and everything goes topsy-turvy: men and women, sure, but also young and old, black and white, green and experienced... power's shifting (now it can come in the most unexpected packages), but change comes at a price. Underneath the sleek and polished surface flows a darkly threatening undercurrent of seething violence, repressed urges and needs, angers and desires seeking any available crack to bubble forth, erupt into riots, expose the badness beneath the civilized veneer. Even Cinderella has to run for her safety--but deep down, she really wants to get caught, right? She just doesn't want it to happen while she's half-barefoot.

The Mystery Date is a fairy tale, and Prince Charming can be an average Joe who happens to be in the right place at the right time with the right shoe (doesn't even matter what he looks like, at that point, he could even be a young Jewish kid in an ill-fitting jacket), or he can be a dud, or a knight in slightly tarnished and dented armor that he's been wearing so long he's afraid of what he might do if he let himself take it off. Or, he might be someone who's appeared on your doorstep just to murder you, and let that be a valuable warning, young lady.

I'd write about trust, the trust we place in the people close to us (who don't always know what to do with it, or manage to keep it safe), the expectations we have that may or may not line up with what actually happens. The trust we want to be able to place in others, and want others to have in us, but that confusion of habit and ingrained training and unfamiliarity might lead instead to awkward moments salvaged only by haphazard housekeeping. The trust necessary in people as a whole, in institutions, in business as usual, to keep society running smoothly. When trust--or our willingness to pretend it--erodes, everything falls apart. It's like the Tower card in the Major Arcana: it comes rumbling-tumbling down, and it ain't pretty, but it's the only way to build something new. Beauty requires pain and sacrifice, every woman (and every advertiser) knows that. Pretending that it doesn't only makes you weak, or a dullard.

I'd write about dreams, the ones we strive to achieve, the ones induced by fever or stifled by Seconal, the ones we thought we wanted but might not, in the end, and the ones we realize aren't worth the sacrifice. Not to mention the ones we have to struggle just to be allowed to dream about. Dreams and fantasies, that's what Mystery Date is built on. Different options, different possible futures to imagine. Some doors open, some never do. Sometimes, we can decide we want to choose a different door than what we were dealt, and that's what's new. It's a risk, but you can't win if you don't play the game. You have choices. But what happens when everyone has choices? Therein lies the mystery.

That's the kind of thing I'd write about, if I were still writing for fandom.

I really do miss it.
I'm feeling a little: nostalgicnostalgic
14 December 2011 @ 08:19 pm
Wow, it's been a while since I posted, huh? Man, reading that last entry was weird. It feels like so long ago.
An update on the Schrödinger situation, in case anyone wants to knowCollapse )

That's not why I opened up LJ tonight, though. It just felt odd to leave that old post hanging, so while I'm here I figured I might as well bring things up to speed. But right now, I wanted to talk about something much more important. Something... career-related.

My current dramazCollapse )

Meanwhile, uh, hi! How's everybody been?
I'm feeling a little: confusedconfused
30 December 2010 @ 09:27 pm
It's been an intense year for me. So even though I've been a crappy Holidailies-ist, I figured I might as well write down some of the main things that happened.

Happy New Year!
I'm feeling a little: contemplativecontemplative