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2017-10-17 09:22 am

on red lipstick.

A ranking of bright red liquid lipsticks that I own:

1. Nars PowerMatte, Starwoman
2. Kat Von D, Outlaw
3. Beauty Bakerie, Cranberry Stiletto

Which is to say that these are all infinitely more fit for my purposes than the DHC or tube lipstick I grew up watching my mother use, where it's off and on my teeth in under 15 minutes, or where I don't want to eat or drink anything because it'll take the lip color off. If I'm going to wear a big vibrant fun red lip, I want to be able to, y'know, actually have fun with it on, right? Without worrying it'll come off on every water glass and pastry, right?

In that respect, Beauty Bakerie hits it the fuck out of the park. There is zeeeeeeeero transfer with that bad boy. None. Like, eat a floating island with concomittant custard and press your mouth with a full-on white napkin and see n o t h i n g. Not even a speck of red. The downside is that it's pretty drying, that it's fucking balls to get off the mouth at the end of the day, and worst of all, the formula is super-thin, which means that a klutz-hander like me always has problems, because I can't get it on in a single layer. I have to go back and patch it up and smooth out lines, which leaves me with bits that are darker and bits that are lighter. In nail polish terms, we'd say it was bad at leveling, and on the mouth, it's not a great look. It also dries down to a somewhat darker red than I'd like.

The liquid in the Kat Von D, on the other hand, goes on like a dream. It self-levels beautifully and has aaaaaaaaaaalmost the same level of staying power as the Beauty Bakerie, but comes off a lot more easily. It gets dinged because the application wand is awkwardly long and not quite as nicely shaped as the other two lipsticks on the list (there's a reason why the Kat Von D Glimmerveils have a much shorter application wand), and because if you do eat something like a super-buttery pastry and drink tea, you'll end up with ye olde butthole mouth, which is when the lipstick wears away in the ring where your mouth is wettest, but stays at the edges and, y'know. I'd suggest googling "butthole lips", but you'll end up with a lot of pictures of Donald Trump.

NARS Powermatte is, I think, my favorite right now. Yeah, it does have the most transfer of the three, and it takes BALLS LONG TO DRY. On the other hand, the applicator may be my platonic ideal of a liquid lipstick applicator, it goes on like a dream and doesn't feel drying at all, and since it's both a stain and a liquid lipstick, when it does come off, it comes off evenly, so I didn't get butthole lips, even when I put it through basically the lipstick version of the Inquisition -- a four hour appearance at a gala* during which I ate passed hors d'oevures and a four course dinner that was really actually six courses, as the last two courses of which were really four courses (cheese AND salad, omelette norvegienn AND petits fours) and the first course of which was freaking lobster thermidor, served in lobster bisque that you fucking better believe I mopped up with the entire mini-baguette it came with.

End of the night, I still had enough pigment left over that when I smooched Mr. Rhod on the shoulder, I left a big ol' mark. So the good! And also the bad! Though I'm trying to resist buying more NARS Power Matte because they're no longer cruelty-free.

* My life is not that fancy. Except when it is!
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2017-08-14 03:53 pm

on writing, photography, and books.

Guys! I've been writing again! I managed 742, count 'em, 742 words on a fic this week because Mr. Rhod went to his table-top gaming session, and I'd finally figured out how to tackle this section I've been stuck on for MONTHS, and well, I finally wrote it. It felt like pulling teeth, and now that I'm going back and reading the 100K+ words I've already read, I'm not sure it's as good as what I wrote before?

But by God, writing is literally nothing but putting one word down, and then putting another word after that, and then a word after that, and there is nobody who is going to write this fucking trainwreck except for me. So we're going to forge ahead. I think I have another 3,000-4,000 words to write, and then I think I can put this monstrosity to bed.


In no particular order, since it's been a while:

  • I shot a friend's wedding! I wasn't as good as a professional, but I did a decent job -- the only egregious fuckup was that I got the white balance wrong on some pretty key family group shots, and since I shot in JPG rather than RAW, it meant the software white balance correction wasn't as good as it would have been. But other than that, I did pretty well, and the bride was happy, and I feel like I really pushed my camera body to the limit of what it could do. Like, I have camera body that was released moer than a decade ago, and the main issue I ran into was that the ISO performance was limited, even on the goooooooooooooooorgeous 20-70mm 2.8 lens that I rented.

  • I wore lipstick in public! I've never really worn much makeup in my life, mostly because I spent a lot of time as a teenager feeling emotionally crushed by my father/society's demands about how cis women should perform femininity, so I came to being performatively femme late, you know? But I realized that there some really WEIRD perfumes, and then I found out that nail polish could be GLITTERY, and around the time everything went to shit in 2015, I was starting to poke around wearing makeup on my face. And when I went back to work after giving birth, I had some pretty significant gray undertones, and had giant fucking bags under my eyes, so I started wearing a little concealer, and a little low-key lipstick. And then I realized that they made the lipstick of my girly girly girly seven year old glitterface dreams. And then I realized that I actually liked the way that super-vivid lipstick looks. And then I fell down a hole that involved a lot of expensive purchases at Sephora.

    But I've mostly been wearing my super-vivid lipstick at night -- work has been super busy, and I end up working after dinner for two or three hours. So to make work a little more """fun""", and to also keep myself from eating out of boredom, I'd put on some Bite Prismatic in the BALLER FUCK YOU IN THE EYE GOLD and do documents. When it came time to shoot the wedding mentioned up above, I tried to put on some of my big shiny vivid lipstick, but chickened the fuck out and ended up scrubbing my lips off, like, twice, in the bathroom, which is no joke if you've seen what it takes to get Kat Von D liquid lipstick off.

    Worry not, though, friends! This past weekend, I wore Beauty Bakerie's Cranberry Stiletto Lip Whip to take the kiddo to the museum, and it lasted through the eating of one grasy-ass danish, a lot of tea, some cheese, and almonds, which isn't bad at all. And the world did not end.

  • My sister used all the data allocation for the family plan, and I have been without cell data for LIKE LITERALLY ELEVEN DAYS including at WORK BECAUSE OUR BUILDING HAS METAL FRAMES AROUND THE DOORS and the WIFI DOES NOT PENETRATE NITO THEM and IT IS AWFUL. But our long family nightmare is at an end soon because our data allocation renews tomorrow. Hurray!

  • Books!

    1. The Shadow Isle by Katharine Kerr
    2. Rich People Problems by Kevin Kwan
    3. The Furthest Station by Ben Aaronovitch
    4. A Fatal Grace by Louise Penny
    5. Precious and Grace by Alexander McCall Smith
    6. The Minor Adjustment Beauty Salon by Alexander McCall Smith.

    Ladies No. 1 Detective Agency is the first and best and most beautiful cozy mystery series, and I will fight everyone about this. I'm saving the books to savor because the author is balls old, and who knows which one will be the last one? And every time I get disappointed by another series (I'm lookin' at you, Inspector Gamache, which I gave ANOTHER shot again, but I just who gives a fuckkkkkkkk), I go back to it for comfort and joy. And it helps that my library has all of them in Kindle to lend.
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2017-07-10 10:21 am

50 Books: Books 1-4.

With a goal of reading 50 new-to-me books this year, here are my books finished so far in FY 2017-2018*:

1. The Shadow Isle by Katharine Kerr
2. Rich People Problems by Kevin Kwan
3. The Furthest Station by Ben Aaronovitch
4. A Fatal Grace by Louise Penny

* FY is a lot easier for me, because the end of the calendar year is usually a complete and utter disaster due to all the bankers wanting to book deals so that they can show up on the next bonus check.


The Shadow Isle by Katharine Kerr. )

Rich People Problems by Kevin Kwan. )

The Furthest Station by Ben Aaronovitch )

Fatal Grace by Louise Penny )
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2017-06-28 11:24 am

doo doo doo do doooooooooooooooooo

Spotify likes to do auto-generated playlists -- like, it'll pull tracks that you have on various playlists and group them into pop themed playlists and rock-themed playlists and classic music or whatever. But they've recently started doing ones based on tracks you've listend to a lot at various times, and uh.



Recently worked my way through all three books of Diana Wynne John's "Howl's Moving Castle" series, and they're as charming as advertised -- magic cats! Sisterhood! Babies! Domestic housekeeping being valued and not denigrated! The intro to the first book is one of the most effective openings that I've ever read in the genre of updated fairytales, because it's clean and tight and shows such awareness of the form, while also making smart, focused tweaks.

On the other hand, who gives a fuck about Howl? As usual, I'm apparently in the minority on this, because there's a bit at the end of one of the books where Jones mentions how many girls show up at readings with crushes on Howl, whereas I'm just ????????????????????????? WHAT IS THERE TO LIKE ????????????? SOPHIE WHAT DO U SEE IN HIM??????????????

I told Mr. Rhod this, along with the bit from Wikipedia about Howl being an interpretation of the Byronic hero ideal, and he started to laugh at how I was surprised at not liking Howl. Because it's completely true -- Howl, and his flashy, dramatic ways and inability to commit and unwillingness to take responsibility are things that actively repel me. I'm too old for that shit, and like, there's a bit in Howl's Moving Castle about him throwing a temper tantrum in the course of days-long sulk, and causing the whole house to be covered in green goo that Sophie has to work herself to the bone cleaning up, right?

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2017-05-09 11:49 am

a stew for when it's cold and you're sad and tired

A Stew For When It's Cold and You're Sad and Tired

1 32 ounce container of kimchi, cheap as you please
2-3 pounds meaty pork neck bones

Dump kimchi (including all brine in the container) and pork in stovetop pressure cooker.  Seal.  Cook on high pressure for 35 minutes. Eat over rice.


A Stew For When It's Cold and You're Sad and Tired, But Are Feeling A Little More Capable

1/2 white onion, cut in half and with papery bits peeled, but otherwise whole
1 soup carrot, broken in half
1 32 ounce container of kimchi, cheap as you please
2-3 pounds meaty pork neck bones
1 pound crimini mushrooms, whole
6 cloves garlic (peeled, but otherwise whole)
1 thumb-length nob of ginger (cut in half, unpeeled)
2 pieces of rock sugar, just slightly smaller than your thumb
1 package powdered gelatine
cheap-ass fish sauce
soy sauce

Put first two incredients in bottom of stovetop pressure cooker, and saute for 30 minutes while you remove snot from the nose of a shrieking toddler and then get him ready for bed while he shoots you baleful, recriminating looks before finally forgiving you when he gets to suck on his pacifier.  Come downstairs, and toss all other into the stovetop pressure cooker.  Cook for 35 minutes.  Fish out the onion and carrot, because they have given it their all and have turned into pulp.

Eat over rice, or alternatively, fish out the neck bones, pick off the meat beacuse your husband doesn't like gristly bits, toss in a pound of short ribs cut into the individual ribs, and cook on high for 12 minutes while you have a proper Chinese munch on the neck bones. 


On politics and the personal. )
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2017-04-24 12:19 pm


I've been saving Goldenhand by Garth Nix for a week when work was hectic.  That week has finally come (and boy has it ever), but at least I have Goldenhand to buttress me.  I have quibbles with the writing, but I have quibbles with pretty much all writing*, and this is just so, so, so  wonderful. 

Like, one of my absolute favorite things about Garth Nix is that he's actually a dude who can write and does write really interesting, really absorbing women characters.  A woman is the main character of each of the first two novels in the Old Kingdom series**, and while the third one was more of an ensemble piece that still had a lot of really awesome ladies, a couple of the (absolutely delightful) short stories that have come out were dude-centered.  So in Goldenhand it feels like Nix has decided to personally make it up to me with the first scenes being:

1. Two lady necromancers hangin' out and dispatchin' some fucking zombies
2. While discussing their nemesis, who is also a lady necromancer
3. Cut to two guards on duty, the experienced, sensible, older one of whom turns out to be a lady
4. And while they're on duty, somebody rocks up and is like YO I HAVE A MESSAGE FOR THAT ALL-LADY, NON-WHITE PROPHETESS GROUP OF RENOWN AND FAME
5. And it turns out this messenger is also a lady
6. And she's gonna be a main character of the book.
7. Cut to lady hawkmaster who dispatches a little girl messenger
8. To summon one of the aforementioned lady necromancers and the woman who basically rules the kingdom while her parents are away


* An actual conversation in our household last week involved me, explaining to Mr. Rhod at great length, why I refused to read Giraffe's Can't Dance to our pre-verbal, just-shy-of-a year kid because not only do I dislike how it references various savannah animals as being jungle ones, and how sloppy it generally is with language in order to get a rhyme, but I also object to how it treats Africa as a single country, how Africa has a jungle, etc. Simultaneously, I get annoyed by A is for Activist because I disapprove of its unorthodox capitalization style, which Mr. Rhod points out is just them being an alphabet book and capitalizing on each page all words that start with the designated letter for that page. The only books, by the way, that meet my exacting requirements: King Baby by Kate Beaton, and The Hungry Caterpillar by Eric Carle. Everything else we have can go get FUCKED.

** The first half of Lirael was some of the most INTENSE ASS wish-fulfillment reading I have ever done in my life. Like, I can't remember reading anything ever as a kid that made me feel so INTENSELY and so DEEPLY and so PROFOUNDLY that here was a book that had a version of me in it who was having ADVENTURES IN A LIBRARY and LITTLE CLOCKWORK MICE and a DISREPUTABLE DOG WHO LOVED ME and and and. 
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2017-04-19 11:41 am

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Apropos of nothing but five (!) years on Tumblr, I have to say that it's kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinda delightful to come back to a more journal-y format. Tumblr feels a lot like San Diego Comic Con in all of its glory and all of its misery.

Like, there are so many pretty things to look at! So many text posts to read! A never-ending torrent of multimedia content, along thousands and thousands of strangers, with hundreds of people at any given time standing and holding forth and waving their arms and loudly expressing themselves, and sure you can meet your friends behind the Marvel booth, and it's so so so nice to see all these people who are also interested in something similar, but oh God, it's so loud, and most of these people are so wrong, and is it really worth fighting through all those crowds????

In contrast, when I posted to DW yesterday, old fandom friends, some of whom I haven't connected with in years, showed up to drop me a kind comment and welcome me back around. Some people that I had an acquaintanceship with on Tumblr came by, too. People talked to each other. People talked to me. It was kinda like propping the garden gate open, y'know? So that anybody who wanted to could come by for a cup of tea and a chat in the nice, cozy kitchen. It was so nice, too, going and looking at the recent posts page and being able to catch up on what people that I liked and knew had been doing since the last time we talked -- and not just doing, of course, but also what they had been thinking and reading and doing and feeling. You can pick that up from reblogs, and there were always tags and the occasional personal text posts, but reading people's DW posts really feels like getting to hear one-on-one from them.

It's a very different way of being in fandom, I think. God knows we managed to make it wanky back in the day, and I'm sure things'll change if more fandom people end up on DW, but for now, I'm really glad to back on DW. The garden gate is open! I have thoughts on meatballs!
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2017-04-18 11:13 am
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Meatballs By Somebody Whose Mother Was Too Chinese to Make Meatballs But Who Really Loves Meatballs

A recipe. )


Which is to say that we've been watching Big Little Lies for the past two weeks, and some thoughts. )
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2013-03-11 10:27 pm

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Which is to say that I've pretty much laid down the DW in favor of tumblr, where WIP and other things that'll never entirely be done are posted under this tag.

Finished fic is generally archived on AO3 now, where there are fifteen fics (plus or minus margin of error eleventy billion) fics that weren't posted to here. It's mostly shorter MCU pieces with one long Tony/Pepper dubcon/noncon mirrorverse AU express, and a handful of Teen Wolf.
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2012-07-09 08:49 pm

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Six Universes.

Six stories about Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. Six universes where Steve Rogers went into an orphanage.

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2012-07-01 03:19 pm

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All things are well. NC-17 for, like, a lot of sex. Steve Rogers gets a boyfriend. Sort of. You thought, at first, maybe professional athlete of some kind, but the only sport he ever talks about is baseball, and he's not a baseball player.
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2012-06-04 09:45 pm

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Technically, a continuation of Your Fixed Point, but not a sequel in the sense that you need to have read that fic for this to make sense. Your Fixed Point followed the plot of IM1 very, very closely. This one follows-ish IM2 and Avengers. It also takes as canon the novelization bit about Tony re-discovering vibranium in IM2.

Rated R. Underage sex, arguably coerced consent, violence, general notshiny sadfeels, and my reluctance to warn because of REASONS. You know the drill. )
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2012-05-23 08:51 pm


Avengers set to "Power" by Kanye West.
Password: 21stcentury
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2012-05-21 09:09 pm

Beast of Burden.

This fic is probably the worst thing I've written in a while. And by worst, I mean "meanest to characters that I really enjoy." It starts out with Nick Fury explaining kill switches to Steve Rogers and gets worse from there.

No good awful badness miseryporn terrible crazypants crack. Post-Avengers. Rated R. Steve/Natasha, Steve/Bucky. )