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01 January 2012 @ 12:33 pm
This journal is dedicated to my writing, fiction and not, fanwork and original, good and bad. 

Most of what I have written so far is for the Torchwood/Doctor Who fandom, with a few others thrown in.  I have a small but growing body of Muppet Show crackfic that I am pleased with beyond all reason.  Original writing tends to be of a distinctly scientific and mathematical nature, with a liberal helping of snark.

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27 October 2010 @ 08:32 pm

This is where the prissypants among us cry foul! at political correctness, at how good people must censor what they think for the sake of not appearing to be an asshole.

Well, guess what?  When you say things like the following:

In banter with Prime Minister John Key on the show, Henry asked if the next governor-general would be someone who was "more like a New Zealander". Sir Anand, of Fijian-Indian ancestry, was born and raised in Auckland.


And if you are stupid enough to say something like that on national TV to the freakin' Prime Minister of New Zealand, you deserve to lose your job.

Everybody on this planet has prejudices.  Everybody.  Research has shown that even babies too young to talk prefer the faces of people who look like their parents over the faces of people who don't.  The thing is, we turn into adults who have control of our own minds and what comes out of our mouths.  Saying something patently insulting--that a man who isn't white couldn't possibly be a real New Zealander*--does nothing but hurt, and wound.  Even as a joke, it's not funny.  If that's what you think, do the smart think and shut your mouth, already.  You're far less likely to shove your foot in there if the lips are closed.

*It also bears mentioning that the type of attitude that makes a man born and raised in NZ for his whole life not a New Zealander is the attitude that resents every high-ranking post the Maori attain for themselves, because clearly they couldn't have done so without help.

I loved watching Paul Henry go toe-to-toe with the PM and lose.  It was great entertainment with my morning coffee and biscuits...but if that's the way he's going to be, goodbye and good riddance.
07 August 2010 @ 09:30 am
I bought a copy of The Firm: 500 Calorie Workout to bring on board the ship.

It's interesting and changes things up from the treadmill, but the tempo is on the high side (126+ bpm), and I'm just too tall to be able to do those moves in that tempo AND get the full range of motion, which is what makes the workout work.  For at least one exercise, the only way I could do it would be to use momentum rather than actual muscles.

Somebody 5'5" or less (165cm) would probably do fine.

Not for somebody with bad knees as there are lots of lunges involved, and if you've never done floor aerobics before definitely not for you.

If you want it, send me a PM with your address and I'll send it when I get back on land.
23 February 2010 @ 10:18 pm
Note: this bit of original writing was inspired in part by shane_mayhem , whose recent jaunt into the realms of poetry made me think.  And then, after a suitable amount of time sitting on my bum going backwards, write.

Remembrance, InterruptedCollapse )
12 January 2010 @ 07:59 pm
Title: Twelve Bright Stars
Characters: Toshiko, Team
Rating: Open
Spoilers: Everything prior to S1 E1, including Doctor Who and Fragments

Kind thanks to adina_atl  and peasant_  (whose LJ I think may have been deleted) for the beta work, which happened a year ago.  I had to put this down and sit on it for a while, but now I just want to post it and move on.

Finally, the ground stopped bucking.Collapse )


07 January 2010 @ 08:34 pm
Title: Twelve Bright Stars (Part 2)
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, some Toshiko
Rating: Mature for language and themes
Spoilers: Everything before S1E1, including Doctor Who
Thanks again to adina_atl  and peasant_  for the beta.

Part 1


Good morning, my name is Toshiko Sato, and I am the technical specialist at Torchwood Three.Collapse )


11 November 2009 @ 07:45 pm
Two months away from NZ turned into 5 months, followed by several different countries, my trying and finishing a fic, deciding it kind of sucked, and back-burnering it for later resuscitation.  Props to adina_atl  and peasant_  to reading over it, and hopefully it will see the light of day soon.

I've started on another one that I like much better.  I'll be working on it in between cover letters and my resume, because I'm being made redundant at work.  Without work my visa expires, and without a visa I have to leave New Zealand.  Thus, busy.

I've moved out of my flat, arranged for things to go back to the states, and am trying to sort out financials.  Back in the US, I have a hard bite from one resume I dangled in the water and an expression of interest from a second...but not yet, not yet, not yet.

It's also taken 3 weeks after getting off that ship to get my insides back in proper working order.  Between a diet of starch and meat and a nasty airplane cold, I just wasn't right for a while.  Three weeks of progressively more and more dried fruit and orange juice did most of it, and a soak in the hot springs in Rotovegas oughtta take care of the rest.

Also, I ate more sausage and pork on that damn ship than I had in months.  And not the kind of sausage I wanted.  (That would be spicy elgin with jalapenos.)  Over even that kind of sausage.  Believe me, I would absolutely love to go down on a willing sort, nice and slow and easy...but I don't want to see, touch, or taste pale, flaccid canned bockworst ever again.  Ever.  I mean it.

01 October 2009 @ 09:33 pm
I'm in Falmouth for a few days, and then out to sea again as soon as the starboard engine is fixed.

And I'm tired.

And I want a hot bath with bubbles, and as long as I'm wishing, a tesla coil.  But not in the bath with me.
17 September 2009 @ 04:27 am
When I was a kid, there were two shows the whole family would sit down to watch: Star Trek (TOS) and the Muppet Show.  I didn't develop the Trek-love until much later--the family called it Star Fish and it was something that we just did.  The Muppets, now, that was a whole 'nuther story.  I distinctly remember being about 8 years old and torturing my sister by chasing her around the house saying "Merdelidop!"

Then I grew up:

From the distance of thirty years, it's easy to forget that at the time, the Muppet Show was a fairly avant-garde combination of fun for the kiddies and vicious, stinging social satire, often to the point of controversy.  The episode from which the above was taken was aired in 1980, only five years after the US pulled out of Viet Nam.

This wasn't the first time the Muppets had explicitly skewered the gun-toting mindset, despite the fact that the first show in the series aired after the US evacuated Saigon.  The popular war protest song For What It's Worth (aka 'Stop, Children') was featured in the second season, thinly veneered as an anti-hunting song.  The whole character of Sam the Eagle was a parody of the uber-patriotic mindset, taking the concept of patriotism and the "American way" into the bounds of the ridiculous.  Like their predecessor Sesame Street, they were on the leading edge of putting people of colour on TV, starting with songstresses Rita Moreno and Lena Horne in the first season, Rudolf Nureyev in the second (a Russian and publicly gay man), Sam the Eagle calling Elton John an "affront to culture" one episode later, and so on. 

This post isn't apropos of much, other than my musings on the way culture changes over time and more specifically the ephemera of media.  The more controversial Muppet sketches have by and large been lost to the pool of banality and incomprehension, the way most political commentary does after a generation.  In a sense, though, they are the spiritual predecessor of things like the Daily Show as well as the spiritual descendant of a pair of statues in Rome, some two thousand years old, that have been carrying on a satirical political conversation for their entire existence, surviving the fall of Rome, the dark ages, several cement-shoe naps in the Tiber courtesy of various popes, and the diligent efforts of the locals to keep them talking some two millenia later.

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