channonyarrow: (gabe chibi fangs up)
( Apr. 12th, 2012 09:25 pm)
My ideas are the stupidest, yo. :)

Pursuant to the notion that I want to do a "working" modification to the steampunk outfit I discussed in my last post, I spent some valuable staff meeting time today thinking about a) what I wanted to do and b) how to make it multi-purpose.

I came up with an arc reactor. EVERYONE LOOK SURPRISED.

So here's my thought. Using something like this as a tutorial/guide (it's delightfully vague - "Now you have to make 10 little brass tab thingies. These sit on top of the clear ring after it has been placed into the spider frame assembly and then they are then wrapped with 22ga copper wire.") make an arc reactor.

Next, using Iron Man's left arm as a suggestion, create a "weapon" that is powered by the reactor. Because it's important to be both clever and steamy, I was thinking that I could use a leather glove and maybe get real exciting and do some scale mail on it and do a second, narrower, reactor ring inside to light up and give the effect of the weapon powering up and possibly even firing.

But wait, there's more!

I still think that an eyepatch targeting system would ROCK, and I think the key there is that I either need to get contacts or build it to fit over the lens of my glasses. Going without glasses is NOT AN OPTION. I'm legally blind and if it's further than 3 inches away I can't see it in any detail. That would be fun at a crowded con. So I'm thinking some kind of jeweler's loupe attached to an eyepatch, with a laser pointer assembly for a sight.

And then! (Remember, I did say multi-purpose.) Create a power pack in a small cross-body bag, with the thought that I could hook that into the hand and eyepatch to play mix-n-match. I mean, seriously, Iron Man is very awesome and all, but ... yeah. I suspect that an arc reactor in a steampunk setting is kind of like a Bluetooth headset in the real world.

There was another piece I thought of - oh right. If I really felt like getting carried away, I could also try making an actual movie-verse Iron Man gauntlet so that I had real mix-n-match ability. We shall see.

(None of this is going to get done, you realise. I just think it would be awesome.)
channonyarrow: (beckett fuck you laughing // _sofiej_)
( Dec. 18th, 2008 12:27 pm)
I bought legwarmers because I like 80's retro, because American Apparel is making them and they're fairly cheap (also, I ♥ AA for being the sort of business we need more of), and because they're semi-scene and I am nothing if not a scenewhore.

This of course explains why I have worn them every damn day for the last week and a half.

No, wait! The white shit falling out of the sky explains that!

So I'm off to do some holiday shopping, Metro willing. Basically, Metro's on the radio right now saying "If you live in West Seattle, don't make any fucking plans."

Also, you know what? I really like my body. I thought I'd just throw that out there. It's rare for me to like my body, and today I do. It's not a bad one, even if there are a couple things I'd change. Even though my back is fucking killing me, which means more stretching, more situps, more yoga.

Okay. Having made no fucking plans, I'm gonna go prop up the economy. I wish I could find my headphones, but that's life.
channonyarrow: (bite my shiny metal ass // dinkylorenzo)
( Jun. 2nd, 2008 10:29 am)
- I saw a car with the license plate "Jwalk" this weekend. No one will get this, but it gave me quite a turn, I can tell you.

- I saw three really good movies (Son of a Lion, Ben X, and Go With Peace Jamil), and one really really really really bad one (Strangers). It was a good thing the director didn't make it to Strangers, as I do think I would not have resisted the urge to say "Was it difficult to make a movie where the female main character has no motivation to sleep with the male main character, other than some vague idea that she's clearly a slut because she had an affair with a married man as her backstory? What about making a movie that fails to resolve the plot point of her being deported?" That's how bad it was.

- I spent an utterly, utterly enjoyable two hours between Son of A Lion and Ben X on Broadway. I got hair dye at the Metro, wandered into Trendy Wendy's and nearly bought yet another handbag (but it was round! and leather! and it said "revenge" on it!), then gave $.75 to a guy who "had locked his keys in his car". Note to panhandlers: I am more likely to give you money if you have an amusing story, but it's not too improbable. The tipping point here was that he was dirty "because he'd been painting in the garage" when he "locked his keys in the car" and "needed to go to Redmond to get the spare key". My ass, dude, but have the $.75. I found out that Mama's Favourite Piroshki, now called "Piroshki on Broadway" is still there, Jack in the Box is not, and Twice Sold Tales is gone from its location. I am pretending, because they are complete evil, that they're not in the new location. I'd rather be dragged backwards over broken glass and lit on fire than shop there. Then I went to Bailey/Coy, and got a couple of hopefully-good books (In A Sunburned Country and Rant) and remembered how much I love books. And I went to the market, only prevented from buying flowers by the fact that I was going to be at movies for the next nine hours. It was really fun to just be there and sort of wander along and do what I felt like. Not that I don't do that anyway, but it felt like it'd been a long, long time since I was either "on a mission" shopping or "making everything count" shopping.

- I'm starting to feel the urge to write again.

- I need to post to the game and tell them that I'm not dead, and that I am playing, and then get back into the habit of that. It's amazing how many habits I thought I had that I've broken completely in the last month of wandering through hell, like that my apartment is only somewhat clean, and definitely-not-inhabitable in the kitchen/entryway, due to my "sorting" technique of "throw everything ever out of the bag till you find the pieces you want, fail to pick any of them up, and then make an enormous mess with the rest."

- Or, to put it another way, I've given up on the corset coat 1.0 and am debating what to do with it, but I suspect "salvage parts and throw the rest out" will be the answer, given that it's irredeemably fucked, and am sewing again on that, with other projects in the works.

- Today I get my tattoo.
channonyarrow: (mysterious skin disappear // hyel)
( Feb. 28th, 2008 03:39 pm)
If it turns out that Joseph Gordon-Levitt is in the live action remake of Akira (according to iMDB he's rumoured) I may very well explode in some sort of weird, Ghostbusters-esque crossing-the-streams-of-fandom way.

Do not be afraid if you see me break into the Stuffed Animals Song. Or, you know, be afraid if your natural reaction to creepy stalker stuffed animals and carnival music is fear. But don't be afraid of me.

And that has caused me to have a vision of what fandomsplosion would cause me to really die of complete nirvana, but it's too embarrassing to recount, considering that ponies are involved, and not as sex objects.


UNRELATEDLY, pop quiz.

Would $4/gallon gas (and the inevitable decline of profits if Congress' tax plan passes) cause oil producers eventually to shy away from the task and lead to the government having to become the oil company for America to allow us to continue to drive, or will oil producers be in it until the bitter end, whether they make money at their current (obscene) rates or not?
channonyarrow: (expecto patronum // blackdracaena)
( Feb. 8th, 2008 10:56 am)
So I finally saw Order of the Phoenix last night, months and months after anyone gives a shit, and all I have to say, really, other than "Thanks for finally getting it right and not COMPLETELY abridging the book to the point of ridiculous!" is "Moar Tonks plz."

I loved the way they did her morphing. It rocked.

Also, the movie totally held my attention through a cranky child's bitchfit - the same child (and bitchfit) that meant that I had no understanding AT ALL of what PotC III was actually about - so props to the movie.
channonyarrow: (advisory warning // darumaseye)
( Nov. 14th, 2007 08:48 am)
AHAHAHA oh idiots, how I love your stupid fucking faces. With this brick. Let me love you long time with this brick that I am holding right now!

(Note: This is in reply to the person who thinks, for some insane reason, that ninety five kids tried to commit suicide at an MCR show in England and yet that...somehow...didn't cause an international freak out, starting with MCR and moving right on to, probably, diplomatic incident +/- Gerard and Lyn-Z divorcing since they're all supposedly pissed-off MSI fans. And it totally didn't hit Google's news page, either, because it was a STEALTH MASS SUICIDE AT A CONCERT. No, I don't know either, except that someone out there needs to set the gullibility back down to a sane level, and whoever started the thread (over on Buzznet, which I sort of think is the root of all evil, once MySpace goes down) needs to get a real life, but on the other hand they probably have proved their point.)

(Note the second: If you're not into MCR and their personal lives, the preceding note makes NO SENSE, but don't worry about that. It makes sense to me, and I am laughing my ass off and that is, always, the important point.)

But the thought of smacking someone in the face with a brick is particularly appealing because I feel like death. Not even death warmed over, just death microwaved for about ten seconds and pulled out of the microwave to gently recollapse like a souffle. Made of botulism.

It's all [livejournal.com profile] graeae's fault, too, because CLEARLY she gave me HER COLD...over the phone. I felt fine when I called, I did not feel fine when I got off the phone! It is her fault!

So! I am miserable and wish to share, and would really really really really prefer to be home in bed, but HAHA ON ME, THAT'S NOT HAPPENING. Because I am, still, insanely, horrifically, unbelievably busy, and the next person who asks me if Christmas is our "slow season" will also get hit with my brick.

Anyway, I had other things to say, but I have forgotten them in the face of my explosive laughter over the thought of mass concert suicide, and now I feel like I'm totally starting the day off right, because everyone who feels like death needs a good laugh.

And what the fuck is up with tags auto-filling? I AM AFRAID NOW. Livejournal: It mainly consists of things I turn off.
channonyarrow: (dodge this trinity)
( Oct. 20th, 2007 09:37 am)
Apparently in the last...oh, sixteen hours? the world has GONE MAD.

1) Dumbledore is gay. More on that in a minute.
2) Bob Bryar is...offering drum lessons in exchange for fic about him? OH GOD.
3) I lost a fight with my car and am going to have a hell of a black eye to go right along with the bloody nose.

Dear world, plz to be getting back to normal now, thx.

Dear self, more work, less porn, schnell, schnell, mach schnell! But I have to admit that casting the MCR/FOB/P!ATD and CS guys as the cast of Good Omens is...intriguing. I particularly like the idea that Frank is an angel who "did not so much fall as saunter vaguely downwards".

Dear Rowling, if you really want to use your power for good rather than evil or vaguely neutral, you could have made Dumbledore's sexuality something featured IN THE BOOKS rather than letting everyone read DH and go "...gaaaaaay." Let's face it, those books were probably some of the most-read books of ALL TIME, and were (and are) for good or ill, very influential. Coming out (har!) with your personal canon after the series is, you know, in some REAL world where "ending the series" means ending the series, ended is pretty much cheating. If you still have things to say, write more books. If you aren't going to write more books, SHUT UP, particularly about something like that, where the canonical evidence is thin on the ground and it's pretty much a matter of interpretation. You're not being all edgy and hardcore here, you're telling us that actually, you're a pussy because you didn't put that spin on DD's relationship with, like, Grindelwald and maybe even Riddle in print - either you, for no logical reason given your sales and income, bowed to an editorial team that was shitting themselves over putting gay in kids' books, or you're trying for cred NOW THAT YOU CAN HARM NOTHING. Woohoo, so the evangelicals shit themselves and boycott HBP and DH - wow, that'll TOTALLY matter.

Either way, it's a fucking copout, and it's not impressive. If you fail to use the power you have, you're really just pretty much being annoying.
channonyarrow: (this isn't chocolate boxes and roses)
( Aug. 29th, 2007 11:51 am)
I think I may very well be forced to skin a bitch.

Positive result: I will volunteer to go to every convention ever now.
Negative result: Nothing interesting will ever happen again at a convention.*

UNRELATEDLY.
The main effect of reading/writing male-centric fiction, whether fan or otherwise, seems to be "giving me a really inappropriate vocabulary". For example, saying "Blow me" tends to be taken a slightly wrong way, as in "accompanied by the quick check of drag queen status", by most people. And "You are a completely self-esteemless dickface" might not entirely work for me.

However, "We are a group of very special people" has worked out marvellously well, and I begin to suspect that people understand that I am not saying special as in snowflakes.

*Women in chainmail and NOTHING ELSE is not interesting. Ew, scary. Also, way too freakin' heavy.
In case anyone has forgotten, I am channonyarrow at GJ as well.

ETA: I'm not likely to leave LJ at the moment. I am mainly mirroring this journal on GJ (no, I have no idea how I'll do that, whether I'll just use one to read and one to post, or what) because of the most recent round of Strikethrough. And yes, I do actually give a shit about that. What my reaction will ultimately be, I can't say, but I don't like that a private company thinks it can dictate what is or is not free speech and what is obscenity by values that range from "someone said they don't like it" to the Miller Test, without consistency, when even the United States Supreme Court cannot define what is and is not obscenity and what is free speech.

It doesn't help that the latest round of "to catch a predator" shows seems to be focusing on LJ. Because god knows, I'm totally a pedo and so are the people I know in fandom.

I am, however, not likely to be looking at anything other than an inconvenience in terms of my own journaling, and a weird one. It is more convenient to keep my journal on LJ. I have many non-fandom friends who are not going to be affected by this, and who are not going to move as a result, and those are connexions I value. I'm not going to be deleted any time soon, since I don't do anything that's going to target these idiots who think that the internet should be sanitised for your protection. However, in light of some of the conversations going on, I felt it was appropriate to reiterate my location on GJ.

As to what it will mean in terms of "supporting" Livejournal - well. The thing I've learned is to wait and see. Do I have a sanguine hope of a happy ending? Not really - they've never responded to all the comments addressed to them when they changed the rules the weekend that Deathly Hallows came out and Sectus was going on. Do I have a fatal hope of an unhappy ending? Not really - they backed down, ultimately, on Strikethrough, and their policies are so flawed that I can't imagine that a lawyer would actually let them stand (and they DO have lawyers). At this point, I'm calling the odds fifty-fifty. Whether I will continue to give them money I don't know. I like having a paid journal, but I don't like supporting people who wish to police what I can and cannot look at as long as no actual child is being harmed.

I am an editor. Words are sacred to me (and yes, I wince every time someone on cranky_editors posts that they work for a POD publisher because I hate POD) so the right of free speech is up there even higher than most other values and liberties I hold dear. I don't like that LJ/6A is choosing to use the worst of two systems, the public and private systems in America, and is not choosing to think about this. They are bodging together their right as a private corporation based in America to dictate the content that is hosted on their servers, because they would be named in a lawsuit about child pornographers, since such images would be illegal under American law, with their wish (I have no better term) to support freedom of speech by not censoring unless it is called to their attention.

The problem with this is in the execution of that. Yes, every single Snarry work is now ToS-able, since we know that, canonically, Harry was not eighteen when Snape died. Child porn in the US.

Except! US law has never judged a work of fiction as child porn! Case in point: The Colour Purple. Well Schooled in Murder, by Elizabeth George. I KNOW I have other books on my shelves that qualify to SOME as being child porn, but the US has never found a work of fiction that I know of to qualify as such. As well, the US has never found an image of fictional people to be child porn as far as I know - I am on shakier ground here, but it makes sense. To be child porn, it has to hurt a child, and there is no child hurt if there is no child involved in its making. What happens to the porn after creation is an entirely different issue; I'm speaking of its creation.

I personally think that they're misreading "child porn", as used by Warriors For Innocence and other groups, to mean "child porn" when WfI means "teh gay". I have no take on the predator crap, other than to wonder whether shows that got a lot of watchers and eyes by finding actual pedophiles on MySpace will get the same watchers and eyes by looking at people on LJ who like looking at pictures of people having sex, regardless of age.

I also think that their execution of this policy is flawed in the extreme. I realise that we live in a happy country (for those of us in the US, which is where LJ's servers are located, so everyone ON LJ lives in the US) that believes that we can dictate what other people do and don't do, but we should NOT encourage that. It is behaviour that is not right, in my opinion. It is even higher than freedom of speech and sacredness of words, in my opinion - I have the right to do anything that does not hurt another person incapable of consent, in my opinion.

You click on a link marked NSFW, you get what you deserve. If you don't like teh gay, stay out of fandom. What LJ is doing with this policy and its execution is encouraging anyone who has a grudge against someone to go rat them out (and I do wonder how long it'll take before daily_deviant is ToS'd). With the "guidelines" that LJ follows, the main one being the Miller Test, which presupposes a community standard so that what is obscene in Podunk, GA is not necessarily obscene in New York, NY, there is nothing to stop this sort of abuse from happening.

Note, please, that LJ is not claiming that the works that have earned ToS's are copyright violations. They are offensive to someone.

So. We have a system ripe for abuse. You have a grudge? Great! ToS me! You can do it, you really can. I write about incest in a fictional relationship where one of the participants is underage. If you do that, however, I will come after YOU.

This seems to be where LJ stopped thinking. "The Miller Test" sounded sufficiently awesome to them and they didn't stop and think about whether someone could or would actually rat someone out on the basis of the fact that Person A and Person B did not get along. That's not upholding freedom of speech, in either of the manners that LJ has the right to do so. I personally believe that they are better served by going with the widest, broadest definition of free speech possible, before they shrink, and that things that are actual depictions of children in sexual situations should be prosecuted to the fullest extent, but that's not how LJ chose to roll. They threw words at a problem that weren't good enough words and that didn't do the job they wanted them to, then got scared when the fanartists didn't just disappear and started ToS-ing. They could have done something really good; they chose not to.

I don't want to support that, but it's a bit like my car. If I give up my car for the good of the environment, I give up a LOT - like being able to see my parents regularly. Like being able to do anything, five days a week, other than work and get to and from work. Like being able to go out with friends. If I give up LJ for my principles of free speech, I lose a LOT of my friends. I am now supporting something I don't agree with for the ease of my life, and I don't like that. But I don't have better options right now.
I never think of myself as having a fandom name because I'm so not into the Transmet fandom (which reminds me: get first three books back from Matty before he eats them). Then I see someone with the name structure of ____luvs____ or mrs____ and I start laughing and then I remember that yeah, technically, I do have a fandom name, but in five years (or one LJ-Jump-the-shark) I don't see myself being upset by that.

On the other hand, the nickname that a lot of my friends call me was picked up before I realised that the character it comes from (Cass, from Preacher) was about as horrible a person as it was possible to be so I've kind of already done that "and there was goat blood in the bathtub and a kilo of heroin on the toilet seat and no one was sure what the quintuplets were for, but the shotgun was obvious" moment. You know, when the person you named yourself after turns out to be gay and yet anti-gay-rights or something. When you figure out that they really do have feet of clay.

Also, I don't define myself in the name - it's not cassluvshustlers or something (though that would be hilarious), which also makes me think of it as not-a-fandom-journal-name.

***

I want to go home.

I want to go home and roll around in the orgy of sewing that I have to do. I want to scrap the Fucking Top from my gypsy pattern (not that I can wear the vest without looking retarded, at least so far) and start over. I want to finish That Damn Wedding Shirt. I want to pull out the bones from my bodice and re-set them and re-set the sleeve heads in two places and really clip'n'press the seams and put in the twill tape and close it all and find out if it'll fit when I put the buttons on.

Also, I can do all this because, thanks to AAA Sewing and Vacuum's truckload sale, I bought a Pfaff serger for less than half price this week. No more will there be The Instance Of The Faille, which is a lovely fabric that looks marvellous in a Victorian context and is almost definitely period (though I care not for that, since I'm making the bodice out of Ye Olde-Worlde Acetate) but - and this is the bad part - comes apart if you look at it. Seriously. The moment I started cutting it I realised that I either had to finish it then - fortunately it was only six seams of any length and a ruffle that I could do pretty easily - because I could not even transport it over to my mother's house to serge it.

No more will there be The Instance Of The Fucking Top where I cut it out and can't serge it because I really don't want to switch the serger threads (it is a painful task, akin to...well, every metaphor in my mind is disgusting, so we'll leave it at "painful") and that's using the method where you knot the threads together. There is a reason it comes pre-threaded, let's say that. But the FT is in white and the material is muslin, so, as three of you will realise, black thread will show.

I may never leave my house again. In December, I will make a duct-tape double and then I will be set.

***

Curses to the intranet for blocking the Truly Victorian site. There is no porn there. And there may be pictures of people in their underwear, but given that I went out to the street the other day in bloomers, chemise, shoes, corset, and stockings, and had more clothing on than many people had all summer, I don't think it's like Thong-a-rama or something. Thong World. Thong City.

***

I want to write up my dress diary for this journal, but that's something that would be facilitated by being able to take pictures. I think I have a camera, and I bet it even has film, but you underestimate my dedication if you think I want to take pictures.

***

In short, today I want to look at pretty victorian stuff and I am being prevented from doing so. Not happy about that.

***

The chainmail proceeds apace. When I have to use 140+ rings to make a piece of mail the size of, quite literally, the first joint on my index finger, something is wrong. And I don't mean the first joint around - I mean the dorsal? (the bit with the nail) side of my finger. But I am already considering ordering the many thousands of rings I'd need to make a Japanese Lace Mail Collar, so obviously I'm on to something here. And when I take up weaving, with a lap-loom, no one will be surprised, given that I am now interested in making really fine wool for next year's costume.

***

Note to self: figure out where to start on next year's costume. Start by reading sourcebooks. Decide on whether to attend costume college or not. I want to go, but I don't know that I want to drive to California again, and I certainly can't get on a plane with all the crap I'd have to take, plus the plane ticket + annoyance would probably be about as much as driving there, even in summer. Especially if someone wants to rideshare, like from Seattle or Portland.

***

Am informally - as ever - Nanoing this year, with the intention of finishing the damn book. I think I won't be posting it to LJ, so if you have a burning desire to read it and you promise to comment on it at some point, I'll email it to you. I found out last year that I was frustrated by the lack of comments on what I posted, but at the same time I had no ability to comment on other peoples' posts that I read, so there you have the horns of the lemma. I shall solve it by neither signing up for reading other peoples' journals, nor putting anyone into that position re: mine. It's not that I don't love and trust all of you (except that one person), it's that it's not fair of me to get upset that no one is commenting on my brilliance when I can't even comment on other peoples'. It's me being a hypocrite.

***

"We sell thongs - and that's all!"
channonyarrow: (watch porn)
( Mar. 11th, 2004 01:41 pm)
And here I go to delurk...

My goal in life is to do my journal my way, so it's largely a record of pointlessness. However, it may have been gathered that I read Potterslash. I have yet to post anything I've written because, well, I've been working on one thing only and I've gotten sidetracked.

In order to boot my ass out of the slump it's in, I need someone to beta what I have of a (hopefully) very dark Snarry, about 10K words at present. To give you an idea, I'm stuck on killing Dumbledore. Or rather, how to do it.

So...anyone?

Bueller?
So my mum got the mail yesterday and didn't tell me until this morning, right before I left for work, that the very long triangular thing that came in the post was for me.

So I opened it.

*squee!*

I was wondering where exactly I would find a copy of the Snape poster from Chamber of Secrets not two days ago.

I now have it.

*fangirls Lzz, Tara, and Hilarity!*

*squee!*

You realise, of course that I'm going to have to take Captain Jack Sparrow down and put Snape up in his place? The only thing that could make me move Jack - Snape!!!

Thank you, thank you!

*loves poster*

oooh.

Eta: why doesn't LJ have a squee mood?
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