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A Very Average AO3 Meme [Aug. 15th, 2018|12:58 am]
I'm apparently not the only one who noticed that those other AO3 memes draw attention to outliers (Living Arrangements is an outlier and ought not to have been counted.) So here is a different meme that is meant to be a little more representative, a little more... average.

Average Word Count: 2285
Average Hits Count: 2741
Average No. of Kudos: 211
Average No. of Comment Threads: 10
Average No. of Bookmarks: 39 (I can only assume that most of these are private notes to self saying 'don't read anything by this author again, she's weird and doesn't know how to use semi-colons.)

Work(s) closest to the average word count:

So, the closest is The Trouble with Witches (at least the evil get to go home early on Fridays) at 2288 words. It's a Merlin fic featuring neither Merlin nor Arthur, where Morgana fucks off out of Camelot to undergo personality rehabilitation under the purview of a baby dragon and benevolent ruling queen.

Pretty fucking representative, I'd say.

Work(s) closest to the average hit count:

Abu el Banat at 2769 hits, an ASOIAF fic about Oberyn and his daughters. Not at all representative of me because it's about a dude, but simultaneously extremely representative of me because even when a fic is about a dude it's about the women around him.

And it's a little further out at 2684 hits, but How to Ruin Your Life and Disappoint Your Loved Ones is an ASOIAF fic where Lyanna lives and is the one to rebel against the mad king, Elia lives to be queen on the iron throne, and Sansa Stark is the heir to Winterfell, and it might be the most me fic I have ever written.

Work(s) closest to the average no. of kudos:

(If You're Wondering If I Want You To) I Want You To at 214 kudos. It's a Margaery/Brienne modern political bodyguard AU, where Margaery is pretty fucking gay, and Brienne is pretty fucking awkward.

Pretty fucking me, yes?

Work(s) closest to the average no. of comment threads:

I used to feel like 10 was on the unrealistic end of average comments, but ifYoung Hearts (the dangerous book for girls remix) a Merlin No Boys Allowed Hogwarts AU that sank like a stone when it was first posted can get to 10 comment threads over time then maybe it is accurate after all.

I think comment culture is the huge difference between fandom in the days of LJ and fandom now; back then you got all the comments you were going to get in the first 24 hours, now I'll only get a couple of comments the first day but they'll continue to trickle in forever.

Now things sit on AO3 long enough to find their audience. I've found my audience! That audience is ten people! And that's awesome!

Work(s) closest to the average no. of bookmarks:

Spot on at 39 bookmarks is Schrodinger's Simulation, a Root/Shaw fixit that continues to tread my well worn tracks of Hey, That Lady You Thought Was Dead, She's Not Dead, Don't Think About It Too Hard.

Well...those were certainly some representative fics.

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Telly [Aug. 2nd, 2018|11:05 pm]
I watched five episodes of the second season of Westworld, and then went: um, I'm not sure slogging through another five hours of this is going to clarify anything for me. I guess I shall let it live on in my mind forever as a one season wonder.

I hope the second season of Killing Eve is close to as good as the first, because the first was perfect in every way. I think I feel about Killing Eve the way my friends who liked Hannibal felt about that show - Hannibal was not a show I could ever watch; partly because of too many dudes on the dance floor, but mostly because I am far too squeamish for it. I was once walking the dog while listening to a podcast where they were talking about Hannibal and I had to stop and sit down on a park bench with my head between my knees. Killing Eve has the push-pull without the gross out stuff.

The second season of The Handmaid's Tale got off to kind of a rough start, not least because the first four episodes are just an exercise in holding your breath waiting for June to get dragged kicking and screaming back to the Waterford house. But after that it did have some standout episodes (the Canada one, jfc). It also did one significant thing right, I thought, which was making Serena Joy a sort of secondary protagonist, teasing her possible defection from Gilead, and allowing season three to go back into the Waterford house without having to have June there; I think if June does end up back at the house then that's it, suspension of disbelief has been well and truly killed. The season ending didn't entirely land with me, it didn't do really anything to convince me that June wouldn't escape Gilead if given the chance, or that there's anything she can do by staying.

The thing about Serena Joy is that Gilead is the wish she made on an evil monkey's paw, and she deserves every kicking it gives her, I know this, and yet... I think I understand a bit more about what people see in characters like Kylo Ren, not in the sense of thinking they're really the hero (nah) or enjoying their unabashed villainy (if that's what floats your boat) but in watching them through your finger's going: fuck's sake, just this once do the right thing, for once in your useless life, be a person.

Anyway, my complicated Serena Joy - end of S2 feelings in fic form:

Better Not Wake The Baby

Serena Joy fucking Waterford.

Yeah. June kind of judges herself for that one, too.


June and Serena escape Gilead together.

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Movies What I Have Seen Lately [Jul. 31st, 2018|11:35 pm]
I actually ended up going to the midnight opening of Solo in a half-empty cinema because my neighbour had a spare ticket. And for a movie that literally nobody wanted it was...fine. Quite obviously they should have swapped Woody Harrelson and Thandie Newton's roles around, because otherwise what even was the point of casting Thandie Newton? And they should have held it up for six months and released it at Christmas. Partly because it was too soon after The Last Jedi; I was sitting in the pictures when the yellow star wars logo popped up and I was like: Star Wars? I've just seen Star Wars. It's too soon. Plus, it means that the only big holiday movie this year is going to be the second Fantastic Beasts film; a movie with even more questionable casting choices than Solo, and Solo cast Emilia Clarke as a ninja crime boss. She was actually much better than I expected her to be, but you get my point. The thing I really don't understand about Crimes of Grindelwald is that you've got a character who can canonically change faces, and the knowledge that Johnny Depp is a cocksplat is unavoidable; it's not like anyone was going to ask questions if Grindelwald still looked like Colin Farrell.

Okay, I know I shouldn't apply any thoughts whatsoever to the new Tomb Raider movie but it did two things that really annoyed me. The first was that thing that a lot of movies and shows do, where they show what's clearly meant to be a fairly down at heel London flat, except it's got a roof terrace and a view of the gherkin. If you're a down on your luck Russian oligarch, maybe. Look, if Lara's making her living as a bike courier and refusing to touch her inheritance then she's living in a tower block and commuting in for three hours every morning. The second thing is, and I know it was just to get that sequel baiting shot of Lara with the two guns in, and maybe American movie producers have a skewed idea of how easy it is to procure firearms, but you cannot buy paramilitary weapons from the back room of a Ramsdens gold store. Good action sequences though.

I read Disobedience earlier in the year and thought this is going to be really hard to make into a movie, especially considering that the first trailer had made it look like a romance between the two women. In the book I never really got the sense that they really still had feelings about each other; Ronit was just a convenient vessel for Esti to pour her long repressed lesbianism into, and when Ronit finally did take her to bed it seemed to be less about Esti and more as a giant fuck you to the orthodox community that hadn't exactly welcomed her home with open arms. A hard setup to turn into a romance, yes? And as a result the changes the movie made to it seem like they were in love and might end up together someday felt pasted on, while leaving the ending ambiguous enough as to be unsatisfying. And if you've heard anything at all about this movie you probably heard about the bit in the sex scene where Rachel Weisz spits in Rachel McAdams' mouth, which doesn't make any more sense in context, and in fact the entire sex scene is a weird and uncomfortable watch. The movie is better as a study of an insular religious community than a relationship study, and the book does that better than the movie.

I didn't watch the new Jumanji film when it came out because I had thoughts about one of the only two female characters being played by Jack Black, and it seemed like they were doing a smurfette thing with Karen Gillan. Obviously, those were too many thoughts to be having about the frickin' Jumanji reboot, but they were also completely wrong, because it was the most delightful movie I'd seen all year, and it held that title until the next night when I watched Love, Simon.

I didn't see Love, Simon when it first came out, but I did read those opinion pieces about how we as a society are past needing sweet romantic comedies about two boys falling in love, and now that I have seen it I would like to join the chorus of people inviting the writers of those pieces to fuck the entire way off. Maybe we don't need Love, Simon but we don't need Jumanji either, and both of those movies made a terrible weekend at work (we had two residents, one of whom I adored, pass away) a little more bearable.

I entirely missed Wimbledon this year, as I was too busy biting my fingernails as England got perilously close to winning the World Cup. For the record, I unironically supported England up to the quarter-finals (by the standards of English footballers, Southgate and Kane seem like decent enough blokes who make it hard to work up a good head of nationalist steam) at which point I went cripes, they might actually win this and switched my allegiance to Croatia. Instead I watched Battle of the Sexes. Who would have thought Emma Stone would make such a convincing Billie Jean King? I think it was properly the best film I've seen since...gosh, Spotlight.

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That A03 Stats Meme [Jul. 31st, 2018|12:14 am]
Account Created: November 2009. Um.
Total Stories: 220. A nice round number, I feel.

Total Wordcount: 502,849
Average Wordcount: 2285
Longest Story: The Idiot's Guide to Foiling Alien Invasions at 20,198. That one time I squeaked over the finishing line of a big bang with a 20k thesis about how Mickey Smith is awesome.
Shortest Story: Message in a Bottle a DS9 ficlet I have no memory of having written clocking in at 155 words.

Total Kudos: 46,002
Average Kudos: 209. Feels legit.
Story With the Most Kudos: Living Arrangements with 3343 kudos. Listen, this fic is an outlier and should not be counted; it was, like the third Peggy/Angie fic written just when the pairing was about to have its fifteen minutes, and then it got another wee bump when I accidentally predicted that Peggy and Angie would end S1 cohabiting. We do not talk about S2.

Total Comments: 2149
Average Comments: 9.7. I don't feel like I get ten comments per story, but I guess over time...
Story With the Most Comments: Again, Living Arrangements with 112 comment threads. Again, it is an outlier and should not have been counted.

Total Author Subscriptions: 412. Who are you people?
Total Story Subscriptions: 554. I'm sorry, but I'm never going to go back to any of these. They're clearly labelled 1/1. I'm sorry.
Story With the Most Subscriptions: Okay, this is my bad. My Root/Shaw fixit When I Argue I See Shapes has 45 subscriptions, and was originally posted as a wip, before I realised that I was never going to go back to it, and that it worked okay as a oneshot, and went back and quietly relabelled it as complete. I was being facetious above, but I really am sorry about this one.

Total Bookmarks: 8560
Story With the Most Bookmarks: Living Arrangements. 700 bookmarks. Outlier. Not Counted. Etc.

Stories With No Kudos or Comments: Nothing with no kudos, but 10 with no comments. Thank goodness, because this was starting to feel a little braggy.

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Summer Reading (June and July Books) [Jul. 30th, 2018|12:33 am]

It's been prime reading outside with a beverage weather these last couple of months, so.

What You Want to See - Kristen Lepionka
The Unexpected Truth About Animals: a menagerie of the misunderstood - Lucy Cooke
You All Grow Up and Leave Me: a memoir of teenage obsession - Piper Weiss
The Apocalypse of Elena Mendoza - Shaun David Hutchinson
The House on Half Moon Street - Alex Reeve
Provenance - Ann Leckie
Tell it to The Bees - Fiona Shaw
Force of Nature - Jane Harper
Feel Free - Zadie Smith
Difficult Women - Roxane Gay
Who is Vera Kelly? - Rosalie Knecht
The Photographer - Craig Robertson

Whee, I'd been looking forward to the second Roxane Weary book, about a hard-drinking, noirish, bisexual private eye and What You Want to See did not let me down.

If you have ever wanted to horrify the people down the pub with anecdotes about necrophiliac penguins then The Unexpected Truth About Animals is the book for you. It's also the book for you if you like Mary Roach, books where it's clear the author knows her stuff and is only too delighted to be telling you about, or gross out humour. I loved it a lot.

You all Grow Up and Leave Me featured two things I constitutionally have a hard time sympathising with: 1) poor little rich kids, and 2) people writing books about other people's tragedies to which they happen to have been adjacent. Piper Weiss was a teenager on the upper west side when her tennis couch was found to have sexually abused some of his students, although not her. It was not a badly written memoir and might be quite an interesting read if, unlike me, you could muster up a more nuanced opinion of the author than: you are a bad person and you should feel bad about having written this.

The Apocalypse of Elena Mendoza is YA about a teenager who was the product of a virgin birth who discovers that she has the power to heal the sick, but with the side effect that every time she does other people get raptured to god knows where. I was loaned this ages ago and kept not reading it because that plot summary did nothing for me. But in the end it had loads of things I dug. A bisexual protagonist! And no love triangle! Teenager characters who behaved like teenagers and not mini 35 year olds! An ambiguous end!

Caution: if you dislike ambiguity in your resolutions the lack of explanations in this one will probably make you want to bite people, but it really worked for me, better than probably any more definite conclusion could have.

The House on Half Moon Street is Victorian set crime novel featuring a transgender man as its hero. Not a woman dressing as man to escape the restrictions placed on woman at the time (those are good too, its just not what this is...) but an actual trans guy, although poor Leo (formally Charlotte) doesn't have that language for it. And it is so good. It's apparently the first in a series and I for one cannot wait.

Content warning, because forewarned is forearmed: there is a very brief scene where our hero is raped, because I know that might be a deal breaker for a lot of people.

Provenance was... I guess it was nice to see what humanity is like outside the Radch, and maybe I liked the Imperial Radch trilogy a little less than everybody else (I actually remember very little about them, although it was only a couple of years ago that I read them) but this was just, kind of, fine.

Mostly I use tumblr as a way of getting notified as to whenever two female characters are going to make out in a movie or on tv, which was how I came to see the trailer for Tell it to the Bees staring Holliday Grainger and Anna Pacquin. And I immediately went and read the book, set in post-war Britain where a single mother falls in love with the local lady doctor; it has a happy ending and is de-frickin-lightful.

Zadie Smith is smarter than I am. I mean, I already knew that. But her essay collection Feel Free makes it clear that she's smarter than me by the same order of magnitude as I'm smarter than my dog. I was really impressed by her take on the brexit vote, and when she was talking about Get Out or Key & Peele it was almost like we shared a common language, but then she got onto modern art or experimental film... Zadie Smith is smarter than I am, and it makes for an impressive collection but not necessarily an enjoyable one.

I don't always remember that I like Roxane Gay's writing, because every time I finish one of her books I'm so raw that I need, like, a year to recover. But then I go back, because her writing is like...cauterising a wound.Dangerous Women, her collection of short stories is the same: beautifully written, deeply upsetting.

Content warning: sexual violence. whoa boy, sexual violence.

Who is Vera Kelly? is an understated, low-key spy novel about a lesbian (bisexual? Vera thinks of herself as a homosexual but sleeps with a guy more than once during the book, so) CIA operative in Buenos Aires on the eve of the Argentine revolution. It's good, but it's low low-key. If you go in expecting James Bond then you will be disappointed.

My favourite bit was the flashback to Vera's first time in a lesbian bar where no one will talk to her because they all think she's a cop. That's what I'm going to chose to believe from now on: everyone thinks I'm a cop.

The Photographer is a perfectly serviceable tartan noir. I mean that in the most neutral possible way.

(Graphic Novel:

Batwoman: The Many Arms of Death

Heh. Didn't love. It's been suggested to me that maybe I'd like the earlier run of Batwoman better. Or Batgirl.)

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Fic What I Have Written Lately [Jun. 30th, 2018|12:06 am]
I have been trying to be more selective in signing up for exchanges this year, only signing up for the ones I'm genuinely excited to do and where I have potentially good matches, rather than just doing them for the sake of doing them. And I was dead keen on doing both the Person of Interest exchange and Fandom5k, but they were both due on the same day. Yikes.

Because Fandom5k has a five thousand word minimum - and more and more my fics are creeping up to being around about that length, but having to write that many words is a different matter - I kept pushing writing my POI exchange fic back and back in favour of the longer fic.

And my POI exchange recipient had a bunch of different requests, none of which were for Root/Shaw - one of my gimme, could write them with my eyes closed pairings - which in retrospect I was grateful for because it made me actually consider their other requests: one of which was for a fic about female!Harold Finch.

I was so sure I could write a genderswapped Finch fic in about two days. Spoiler: I couldn't. The problem was that, although I love always-a-girl fics, I don't often write them because I don't actually think that deeply about the dudes in my canons. Harold is fine; he's there and he's necessary for the premise of the show to work, but I've never actually cared about him, and it's all the same to me whether he's a force ghost at the end of the finale or off to live happily ever after in Italy with Grace,

My fic was a mess come the deadline. I usually don't like that week after the deadline but before reveals - if I have written a thing I want people to scritch me behind the ears and tell me what a clever little fic writer I am right away - but, boy, was I grateful for it this time as I entirely rewrote my fic while doing some frantic rewatching and trying to come up with a unified theory of Harold Finch; trying to figure out the ways that Harriet Finch would be different and yet the same as Harold.

In the end the story I wrote could easily have been titled Harold Finch and the Unexamined Male Privilege. I did not title it that, instead I titled it:

Birds of the Eastern Seaboard (Person of Interest; female!Harold Finch; 1.4k)
Harriet Finch is an extremely private woman.

While I was procrastinating on that fic, I was plugging away (read: putting off and panicking) at my Fandom5k fic. See, my request had been for a GoT Modern AU, possibly including Sansa/Margaery or Dany/Yara; which was both entirely in my wheelhouse and paralysis inducingly vague. And because none of my recipient's more specific prompts spoke to me - if I've learned nothing else from this exchange it's that you can write one thousand and one words of something you're not feeling, but for upwards of five thousand you have to be into it - I started revisiting modern AUs that I'd started and abandoned for whatever reason.

And ages ago I'd started writing an all-female GoT West Wing!fusion, mostly because I wanted to use the title The Crackpots and These Women, and I could never make it work, mostly because there's only so far you can believably age characters up and those characters old enough to realistically slot into the world of the West Wing aren't ones I'm interested in writing about (*cough*Stannis*cough*).

But I dug it out and went: wait, what if instead of being president Dany's a mayor, and what if instead of being a straight up West Wing fusion, it's a weird AU smush up of Game of Thrones, The West Wing, Veep, and The Thick of It? And voila:

The Crackpots and These Women (Game of Thrones; Sansa/Margaery, background Dany/Yara; 8k)
"You're in charge of press relations," Yara told Margaery, gesturing to Sansa. "Relate."

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May Booklog; or, well, that was disappointing [May. 29th, 2018|12:32 pm]

The Queens of Innis Lear - Tessa Gratton
Down Girl: the logic of misogyny - Kate Manne
Only Human - Sylvain Neuvel
The Covert Captain - Jeannelle M. Ferreira

The Queens of Innis Lear is a female focused fantasy retelling of King Lear. Sounds right up my alley, right? Except whatever seed of promise it has quickly gets buried in tediously overwritten prose and at least three hundred unnecessary pages. Needed a good hack-and-slash editing.

Okay, reading Down Girl was my own fault. I'd seen something about the book somewhere and come away with the impression that it was for general audiences. It is not. And when I realised that instead of putting it down and seeking out something more my speed I ploughed on through hundreds of pages of moral philosophy. I don't disagree with anything Manne says about misogyny as the law enforcement arm of the patriarchy, but I also understand a lot better why Chidi Anagonye ended up in the Bad Place.

The law of diminishing returns is strong with The Themis Files. The first book in the series was outstanding, the second was fair-to-middling. By the time we get to Only Human... Oh, dear. The ending is unsatisfying, and the author has gotten locked into the format (which worked so well in book one!) of presenting everything in the form of interviews. Except by book three they're not interviews. They're just two characters who know each other well talking. Seriously, that's not an interview. It's a conversation. Stop it.

The Covert Captain is SO BAD, YOU GUYS. It's about a woman who's been disguised as a man in the army for years and when she returns to England she falls for her commanding officer's sister. And I am 100% the audience for a book with that plot, and if it were any good at all I would surely be reccing it to high heaven, but alas it is SO, SO BAD. It is bad on a technical word handling, sentence structure level. It is bad on a characterisation level; can we see how the fiancée got from freaking out that her intended is a woman to being totally cool with it? Does the character who spent 10+ years disguised as her dead brother have any thoughts about gender or identity? No, okay then. It is bad on a plot level; never mind dealing with the gender reveal because now here's a long lost brother! Never mind that! Now they've all got scarlet fever!

*insert obligatory whine about how shite f/f romances are here*

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Things to do on the occasion of your 35th birthday [May. 5th, 2018|10:39 pm]
-spend the morning drinking tea in your jim-jams while binge watching Horrible Histories on netflix

-fib outrageously about having left town for the bank holiday when work calls to try and get you to work on a weekend that you booked off last may

-tell your friend's small son that you are thirty-five, and yes, he can give you the birthday bumps


-consider making your friend see Rampage; see *Infinity War instead

-drink whiskey

-drink more whiskey

-that's too much whiskey

-ow, redux

*Infinity WarCollapse )

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April Books [Apr. 29th, 2018|08:50 pm]

Strange Weather - Joe Hill
A Princess in Theory - Alyssa Cole
The Woman Who Fooled The World: Belle Gibson's Cancer Con, and the Darkness at the Heart of the Wellness Industry - Beau Donelly
The Angry Chef: Bad Science and the Truth About Healthy Eating - Anthony Warner
You Can't Spell America Without Me: The Really Tremendous Inside Story of My Fantastic First Year as President Donald J. Trump - Alec Baldwin

Strange Weather is a series of short novels, because Joe Hill is allergic to the word novella, I guess. The title is a bit of a misnomer because except for the last one none of the novellas really feature weather as more than background noise, but despite my disappointment not to be reading four stories about the environmental apocalypse I really fucking loved them. Snapshot is about a polaroid camera that steals people's memories and really feels like an old school Stephen King story, which I suppose makes sense with Joe Hill being King's son. Loaded is a musing on gun violence in the US; I can't tell if it's the weakest story in the collection or just the most out of place, it certainly had the weakest ending. In Aloft a guy has a skydiving accident and lands on a cloud/UFO, and there's a whole extended metaphor about unrequited love/the "friendzone" that I really dug. My favourite was Rain where rain starts falling as metal shards; I loved it both because Hill was making fun of his own tendency to write long, rambling fantasy novels (although I would have merrily read six hundred pages about a grieving butch lesbian and her cat loving MMA fighting sidekick in the world of killer rain; it actually made me want to pick up The Fireman, which I think was the one Hill was sending up in this.) I also really appreciated the post-script where Hill said he'd been writing the story during the 2016 election, and in the original draft the president had been a harried and overwhelmed, but basically competent woman, and the story had had a much happier ending.

When I delve into the romance genre I usually go for historicals (what can I say, I enjoy a good duke pun) but I branched out into contemporaries with A Princess in Theory. The setup is a lot of fun: you know those Nigerian spam emails, what if you were getting inundated with those claiming you were the lost betrothed of an African prince, and what if they were legit?

And it was a lot of fun, but it was also two books; the first was about a harried STEM student finding love in New York, and the second was a fairy tale about the heroine discovering she really was the lost princess of not!Wakanda. And both books were good, it was just that the join was pretty obvious. Also, the hero lied about his identity for a huge chunk of the story, if that's the sort of thing that bothers you, although the heroine remains mad at him about it for a satisfyingly long time.

The hero also had a dapper lesbian sidekick, whose story I will get in a side novella if at all, but that's a known bug in my relationship with a lot of romance series.

Years ago I was the worst employee ever in a shop that sold a lot of these supplements and detox teas, and I came up with Gillian's hierarchy of wellness bullshit:

-Someone who tells you that you should quite smoking, ease up on the drink, and try to get more green veggies and oily fish in your diet knows their stuff; listen to them, or don't, you being a grownup who knows your own mind.
-It was a cold and you were getting better anyway, but the placebo effect is a real thing, and echinacea isn't going to hurt you - fill your boots.
-Anyone who uses the word detox or cleanse thinks you're a mug and wants your money.
-Anyone claiming they can cure your cancer with anything other than conventional medicine should go to Hell via prison.

And I have a lasting fondness for reading debunkings of these bullshit merchants. The Woman Who Fooled the World is about an Australian woman who lied about curing the terminal brain cancer that she didn't have with diet to the tune of an Apple endorsement and a book deal. It was a story I already knew, told in a not particularly compelling or well written way. It was worth reading though for the chapter on the real Belle Gibson, a single mother who actually does have terminal brain cancer and how her life looks nothing like the airbrushed, instagram ready image Gibson used to bilk the desperate and gullible out of christ knows how much money.

I usually enjoy Anthony Warner's profanity laden takedowns of various fad diets, but if that sounds like something you might enjoy too, I recommend his Angry Chef blog so much more than the accompanying book.

You Can't Spell America Without Me. Um. Look, I like Alec Baldwin's Trump impression on SNL too, but why anyone thought it was worth stretching out into a book I do not know. And the joke about Ivanka sneakily feeding her dad anti-psychotics disguised as vitamins has not aged well.

(April Graphic Novel:

Bombshells, vol. 3: Uprising

I loved the previous Bombshells trades for both the aesthetic and All The Superheroines, but volume three was the first one where I really felt like the plot had worked for me, too. Plus there was a lot of canon Harley/Ivy which might have gone some way to earning its spot in my affections.)

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A Productive Week [Apr. 28th, 2018|02:46 pm]
-I accidentally went and got myself a second job, and it is my dream job of person who hangs out with puppies. Okay, it's not so much a job as the people whose new puppy I've been helping out with want to pay me actual money to help out on a longer term basis, previously I'd been paid in all the puppy kisses my heart could take. And while I don't think there are enough people who'd want to hire the owner of the worst dog in the world as a puppy consultant to scale up in any meaningful way, I still think this is pretty cool.

-I took my many surplus Legends of Tomorrow feelings and wrote a new fic. There's nothing quite like a new fandom for getting over writer's block, is there?

We Should Kiss Like Real People Do (LoT, Sara/Ava, 3k)

"Ava, I swear to God that if you're about to tell me that you're Jax's baby momma I'm going to have to take my hand out of your pants."


Sara and Ava are out of sync, literally.

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