eumelia: (compassion & kindness)
Danny held a baby. He also gave her a stuffed monkey that used to belong to Grace. He called the baby a monkey.

Chin went to band camp. He plays the trumpet. He likes Jazz music.

Max and Steve are bffs, of course they are.

There was a fuck tonne of X-Files references and Jerry called Danny ‘Scully’. This warmed the cockles of my cold heart immensely.

And that’s what I liked.

I might write about the rest later on, but probably not, because I’ve cried enough as it is.

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eumelia: (bullshit)
I'm not bothering to cut for spoilers, because this won't be long and there won't be that many specifics because I'm just too angry to go into detail

I seriously can't hear you over the sound of the steam rushing out of my ears what with my fury over this fucking episode.

Every single one of the men (except Chin, because obviously his opinion doesn't count over anything other than the technology) can go die in a fucking fire. Billy, I want you dead. Steve, you're an asshole. Danny, I want to lop of your head and play football with it.

I don't know what John Dove, the writer of this episode, was masturbating too when he was writing this garbage, but he should keep his stupid, sexist and misogynistic fantasies out of my show.

For the love of fucking god, will you let Catherine be more than a cardboard cut out? Please? I'm begging you here.

The baseball was cute. That's about it. It was about the only time in the ep that I felt Danny was in character, that and the "hey, stupid" moment. Plot wise, yeah, Wo Fat, whatever, do we care at this point? I mean, seriously, do we?

Gracie is a peewee baseball motor and that was lovely. Did not save the episode, but it was lovely.

I seriously can't think of anything constructive to say. Kono continues to be badass and there to make sure Adam lives. I can't care about him.

This ep is a write off for me along with 3.20 and the LA Crossover. I just can't with character assassination. I can't.

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eumelia: (diana disapproves)
I wrote many tweets about Sinead O'Connor's Open Letter to Miley Cyrus, that looking back should have been a proper post.

Here are the tweets I wrote regarding this whole sordid affair.

The more I read Sinead's letter to Miley, the more I see that Sinead is talking specifically about her own personal experience & pain. 1:44pm - 4th of Oct 2013

I don't like what she wrote all that much. I'm pretty sure Miley Cyrus is incredibly isolated & thinks she's revolutionary & edgy. 1:45pm - 4th of Oct 2013

I think Sinead is protective to a fault when it comes to women artists & is blinkered regarding the way public sexual expression doesn't - 1:46pm - 4th of Oct 2013

- have to mean sexual exploitation. Sinead herself has always done what she wanted when it came to sexuality, candidly so. 1:47pm - 4th of Oct 2013

I also think Sinead herself was/is very vulnerable in a way that Miley perhaps isn't. Miley doesn't do anything rebellious. 1:50pm - 4th of Oct 2013

Miley is provocative in the titillating sense, her representation of femininity and beauty are extraordinarily conservative. 1:51pm - 4th of Oct 2013

Add to that her appropriation & objectification of black women's bodies, you have a whole lot of white supremacist entitlement. 1:55pm - 4th of Oct 2013

Sinead could have worded her open letter better than she did. I think Miley Cyrus proves she's an entitled brat. 1:58pm - 4th of Oct 2013

What surprised me the most about Sinead's letter is the fact that there was no mention of Miley's racism. 2:01pm - 4th of Oct 2013

Considering Sinead herself has spoken against racism multiple times in her music & in interviews. 2:01pm - 4th of Oct 2013

Sinead's slut shaming and whorephobia of Miley is wrong. And that lives side by side with Sinead's other points. 2:07pm - 4th of Oct 2013

It's obvious that I love Sinead & disdain Miley. I'm okay with that, I've always loved problematic things & I'll always disdain racists. 2:14pm - 4th of Oct 2013

Not to mention racists who think mocking someone's mental health is fucking hilarious. [TW] Miley Cyrus Mocks Sinead O'Connor: 'Before Amanda Bynes There Was...' 2:15 - 4th of Oct 2013


And that's what I tweeted. Amanda Palmer also wrote an open letter to Sinead about Miley Cyrus, to which I tweeted:

Read Sinead's letter, read Amanda's letter. Still haven't read any white woman "Open Lettering" Miley to quit with her racist shenanigans. 12:45am - 4th of Oct 2013


Why is Miley Cyrus the hub of contention at this point in pop culture? What's she done, other than grow up isolated and entitled to deserve this kind of attention? I resent that I know so much about Cyrus when I have no interest in her music and persona, I really do.

She shouldn't be slut shamed, and Sinead's whorephobia should be accounted for, it disappoints me that Sinead can't find room for sex work and sex workers in her feminist point of view. I also don't think Miley Cyrus represents any kind of real feminism.

Her performance in the VMA awards really brought to a head her callous use of black women's bodies as props and as property, and it also brought to a head that she performs mainly for white women, utterly eschewing a persona that is in any way viable for the (white) male gaze, because if you look at the white men and boys in the audience of that performance, they are incredibly uncomfortable, while the white women and girls are chair dancing to her performance.

Her "sexual awakening" is a cultural moment, the same way Brittany Spears shaving her head was, white girls taking ownership of their bodies and their sexuality in a way that rocks a very unsteady boat of white women's agency in culture.

I think Sinead's own experience and her past railing against the music industry blinker her to the fact that Miley Cyrus is doing whatever the hell she wants in a way that may or may not be harmful to Cyrus, but is harmful to black women.

Miley Cyrus' reaction was heinous and disgusting, mocking Sinead's mental health and breakdown in 2012 is not something I feel is an appropriate reaction to anything.

Both Sinead and Cyrus are problematic is different ways, I don't much care about Cyrus, as she seems not to have a care in the world. I don't really care how she decides to express herself and while Sinead's policing is misguided and wrong, Sinead has been burned badly by an industry she views as evil. Does that excuse Sinead's slut shaming and whorephobia, no it most certainly does not, but I don't think that that position negates the work she's done previously and the care she has with regards to women and the way they are represented in the media.

More and more it seems that other white women are overly concerned with policing Cyrus' sexual expression, whether it's by slut shaming or by saying she has the right to express herself anyway she damn well pleases.

It's a double edged sword trying to talk about this, and it irks me that Cyrus is currently at the epicentre of this, because while yes she does have the right to express herself however she damn pleases, there is such a thing called accountability and she doesn't have an ounce of it.

Maybe that's why I'm willing to continue loving Sinead even as I side-eye her. She's went through actions that rocked the boat and was held accountable at the great personal and professional cost, she kicked up and was burned.

Cyrus kicks down. Therein lies the difference.

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eumelia: (tickled pink)
I haven't written a post episode meta review in a while, so please bear with me.

Cut for spoilers )

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eumelia: (rest and relaxation)
Title: Pull My Chin (Touch My Hair)
Author: [personal profile] eumelia/[livejournal.com profile] eumelia
Pairing/Characters: Steve/Danny
Rating: Explicit/NC-17
Spoilers: None
Word Count 2316
Warnings: N/A
Disclaimer: This is a work of transformative fiction, created for fun and pleasure. No copyright infringement is intended.
Author's Notes: Title from Peter Gabriel's song “I Have the Touche”. I wrote this last year as a way to cheer up a friend. I decided to clean it up and, um, flesh it out and post it. This was lovingly proof read and beta'd by [livejournal.com profile] verasteine, thank you, bb.
Summary: When Steve returns home, Danny can't wait to get his hands all over him.
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Steve had been deployed. He'd been called and of course, of course he'd gone. Danny admires it, when he doesn't resent it )
eumelia: (coffee)
Good morning.

It's Yom Kippur eve. I shan't be fasting. I also have no introspective thoughts to share at this time.

Maybe later.

After coffee.
eumelia: (drink to that)
Hello friends and random readers.

I had a feverish moment in which I would connect my twitter and my journals, cross posting my tweets and my posts to each platform, but I think that would be bad.

I figure if there's something I want everyone on my twitter followers to see I could simply link manually. I opted out of connecting my tumblr to twitter for the same reason. Most of the things I've wanted to have read in a vaster way I'd link anyway, so I think I'll just keep doing that.

Last night there were 18 people in the house. We all ate. If you'd like to know what was on the menu, it was as follows and in approximate order of serving:

Apples and honey
Round challah loafs
Chopped liver
Chopped herring
Gefilteh fish
Chicken soup with kreplach (meat dumplings)
Pea soup
Brisket
Chicken wings
Chicken legs
Roasted vegetables
Roast potatoes
Chopped salad
Couscous
Fruit platter
Passion fruit custard (I think?)
Chocolate and honey brownies
Chocolate and honey cake

I collapsed into bed after the clean up (and a cup of coffee) in a heap of food coma, my god, there was a lot of food. And I ate more of it for a late lunch.

The meat cooked and consumed over the holidays are truly throwbacks to the sacrifices slaughtered in the name of god at the Temple. Noms.

I would have eaten earlier if it weren't for the fact that I'm working from home today, which is fine, I like my job, but wow, there was a lot of it this morning! I'm working more a little later on (in an hour) but then I'll be done and I have a weekend to lounge around in.

Four day holiday weekends are the best if you ask me.
eumelia: (jewish revenge)


Note, the lyrics are sexist in Hebrew.
eumelia: (wave dropping)
Good evening.

It's the night before Erev Rosh Hashana (New Year's Eve) and I'm freakin' exhausted.

Those of you who follow me and are active on twitter will know of the saga of the window that has been haunting me since Friday morning.

What is the saga of the window you might ask? Let me tell you from the beginning.

My bedroom had carpeting put approximately 20-odd years ago. It was brown. In the late 1980's early 1990's I assume this was he height of floor fashion. I was a mite too young to appreciate it. Nevertheless it was brown. My parents decided my room needed a renovation and put in parquet. It looks lovely, really it does and it makes the room look bigger and lighter than the god-awful brown wall to wall carpeting - a thing I will never do in a home of my own, it is a horror to clean (when one bothers to do so) and collects dust and hair and insects.

Insects.

If you've been reading me for long enough, you know I have a terrible phobia of cockroaches. You see, last summer the humidity and temperature were ideal for these cretins to spread their wings and fly. And so father put a mesh net over the inside of my window as an attempt to keep the creepies out. It worked for the most part, but looked ugly as sin and it was a bitch to clean my shutters and window panes.

And so, along with a brand spanking new floor a new window was installed.

Only on Friday when everything was supposed to have been done at the same time, floor and window, there were malfunctions.

The window workman brought a torn net panel that was designed to be on the outside of my window to keep my mortal enemies outside my domain. So... it was decided he'd come back on Sunday.

Only on Sunday he decided he couldn't make it.

So he came on Monday. Only when I got back from work that evening I was told that he'd torn the mesh net again.

I swear, I felt like I was going to have a tantrum that rival my 2.5 year old niece! You see, all my stuff, all my property was in a pile in a living room while we waited for this incompetent ass to get his act together. I spent my nights in my childhood bedroom, where my nieces and nephews sleep when they come visit. It wasn't bad, but I was stressing out because it was taking so long and on the Saturday when I started cleaning up the floor and rearranging my bookshelves a baby cockroach flew on me.

It was creepy!

But this afternoon my mother sent my a text in which she told me "Tonight's the night!"

My reply was "Hallelujah! :)"

Yes, smiley included.

So tonight I sleep in my own bedroom, in my own bed, with all my stuff clean and tidy.

It was a rough week because as I said, I was stressing out and I everything was going wrong and my mom was resenting my bad mood, which made me resent her and her bad moods like fucking whoa!

But we got through it and it's now over.

Tomorrow the whole entire clan is coming over to celebrate Rosh Hashana. I'm so glad alcohol is a mitzvah.
eumelia: (brilliant)
It's the first of September and I'm here!

First of all, oh my god, [personal profile] perspi thank you so much for the DW points, that is so generous and lovely and thoughtful! And brilliant gift for the new Hebrew year. Thank you.

Second of all, it is indeed the week of Rosh Ha'Shana and it being so, I'm really going to make an effort to reactivate my long form blogging on DW and LJ. Who knows, maybe connect the account to twitter (which is where I spend most of my time at this point - it's helpful for work and for fast speedy one liner thoughts that need an outlet.)

Twitter, though, is one of the most passive aggressive platform on earth. There are days in which I feel like everyone is mean spirited, myself included, despite the fact that I try to curb my passive aggressive tendencies by being, well, aggressive aggressive.

It's a finicky thing. I do like the attention of that platfrom and have a very healthy mix of queers, feminists and fans that I follow and who follow me back. I've never been so popular.

It's actually been a stressful time (I know, when isn't it?), Hawaii Five-0 fandom continues to be toxic - it will never stop being so so long as some fans feel they are entitled to shame others in the name of a celebrity who deigned to talk to them - not to mention that the showrunner himself is a racist asshole.

I'll live with the pain, I guess, in the name of Scott and Danny. It's hard, not gonna lie, it takes a lot to just be happy in that fandom, it is rife with bullshit I don't deal with very well, but this is the show that hooked me and it's not letting go.

As for real life, you guys, I promise, in the hour of need I promise to take a selfie with my gas mask on and caption it "Are you my Mummy?"

Funny, right!?

More later!
eumelia: (Default)
August where have you gone?

I was elswhere on the internet. It's hard to break these kind of habits.

But next week it's Rosh Ha'Shana, and that's as good an arbitrary marker as any, right?

Good.
eumelia: (wave dropping)
So this is turning into a once weekly report of my life.

I need to get back to reading more (fiction) books and reading long form in general, I think that's part of my problem with not writing here much - as well as the time I am lacking by not having all the leisure time I want.

Yes, that is now a regular complaint. I work 40 hours a week (sometimes more) and whoever thought this was a fair amount of time for a "decent" wage should have their sensitive areas pinched to the point of necrosis.

But let's put that morbidity aside.

This Friday morning I'm exhausted for a really good reason! I went to Roller Derby last night! I fell three times, but I fell forward, so I'm in a lot less pain than I was the last time. But I'm definitely feeling everything and just, wow, I am out of shape.

I talked about this briefly with other peeps, but I'm thinking maybe I should look into jogging because I'm a blob.

My life is ridiculously sedentary, I sit on the bus on my commute to work, I sit at my desk and my computer for 9-10 hours, I sit on the bus on my commute home, and then I sit at home with Elphaba for my fun times.

My life is mainly sitting. Blob. I think if my work was more physical I wouldn't feel like my body isn't representative of my lifestyle. Body image issues? Pfft.

Regardless, if I can go to Derby twice a week for a month, I'll invest in my own pair of skates. The skates the team lend me for practice are purple. I'd like mine to be fuchsia.

We shall see.
eumelia: (mystique)
I figured you'd all be interested to know that I grew up.

I went up a cup size and went down in band size. This because I've been wearing the wrong size bra for who knows how long. I went up from a C to a D and down from an (European sizing) 85 to a 75. For the first time in years my bras feel snug and aren't poking into me.

Who knew!?

Well, apparently lots of people, because more than once when my girl friends and I discussed the topic of bras, which was kind of often, seeing as many of us are busty and bras over a certain size are fucking expensive and can only be found in "speciality size underwear shops" which another post for a different day.

*deep breath*

In any event, I decided to use the holiday coupons I got from work to buy new bras. I also decided I'd ask what size I should wear. The staffer took one look at me and said sternly. "You're a 75D." And I was all, um, okay, let me try them on.

Which I did.

It was a hallelujah moment, let me tell you.

I bought four new, beautiful bras last week and I've had the chance to wear two of them so far.

One of them creaks.

Like an old floorboard. No really, when I move my shoulders, it sounds like I need oiling. Which is what my boss said to me when she asked me, "Are you creaking?" I mean, she called me the Tin-Man!

It was a source of great amusement at work, where we are very casual, and people found my bewilderment rather funny.

But what's really extraordinary is that other people have mentioned this happening to them too! That this is apparently something that happens when you have a bigger bust.

Cut for body image issues and internalised fatphobia )

Also, regardless of what size you are, you can enjoy Busty Girl Comics!
eumelia: (jewish revenge)
I'm such a flake. I swear, it's ridiculous. The time suckage of twitter and tumblr are atrophying my ability to actually brain and write in long form.

I think the fact that my job also demands brevity is affecting my ability and skill to actually sit down and concentrate on a proper post, I don't know, I just want to write here more and there's no one to kick my ass about actually doing it.

I have many thought and links that I just shoot off on twitter, I drool over images on tumblr and just can't seem to sit down and write down the meanderings of my brain like I used to. I mean, I look back at my DW and LJ and there are swaths of navel gazing diatribes about whatever and analysis of links that I'd find.

Now, I'm almost 30, have a steady job, doing the Millennial thing of being single and living at home because the economy fucking sucks and wants me to spend more money that I can afford on things like rent, utilities and food.

But I'll wave that away for now, because I went on a two week long vacation, chronicled on my phone, email and twitter, bought a new computer (that saga of me locking myself out of Elphaba was written as well).

I'm watching "Orphan Black" now, and also want to get into a few other shows. I'm hoping I'm inspired to write longer thoughts about them all, as well as fic.

I keep saying I want to get back into the groove of writing. Well, that's also something right.

B-I-N-G-O

Jun. 27th, 2013 10:30 pm
eumelia: (omg lesbians!)
I've decided to bite the bullet and join a bingo. The last time I joined a bingo I lost my mojo quite early on, but my life was rather shaky and rocky. Now though, it seems things have relaxed.

It helps that I saw another friend on my lists participate in this bingo so maybe I'll be able to be all, omg halp at her. (*shy wave at [personal profile] lilacsigil)

The bingo is [community profile] ladiesbingo and this is my card under the cut )

There are many many options (well, 25 really) and by far the one giving me the heebie jeebies is the crackfic. I'm not really into crackfic. But we'll see what I can whip out.

I want to write more. This is an attempt.
eumelia: (er... what?)
Elphaba is a lovely, lovely machine. Is fact she's an extraordinary machine, Windows 8 notwithstanding.

She did, however, like a cranky baby lock me out.

I mean, okay, maybe I shouldn't have changed the default password of her login at 1 am when I was knackered and then not remember it when I woke up the next day.

Maybe.

Yeah, that probably has something to do with it.

So, yeah. I got her Friday afternoon and by Saturday morning I was locked out without anyway of getting back in.

As luck would have it, bff and her husband are software and hardware people when it comes to computers and they managed to save Elphaba.

Granted she returned to factory setting and the little I had downloaded was wiped, but it was all good, because I could get into my computer baby again.

And yet, there was much anxious tweeting and gesticulating to family members about my conundrum, because really? Forgetting my password on the first day of acquiring a new computer? Just... it's so silly.

Still, no one seemed to judge me too harshly. I was the one doing the self flagellation thing.

That ordeal is over though and I've taken precautions to make sure it doesn't happen again.

May you never be locked out of your extraordinary machine, because if you do, it requires a mind wipe!
eumelia: (coffee)
Hello lovies!

It has been too long. I've come and gone on my holiday, which I will write up at some point and add pics, I promise. I really did try to blog, but writing in long form on Officer Kalakaua was not easy.

I came back a week ago and throughout that week I felt very keenly the lack of personal computer - been on my phone (Wombat), tablet (Officer Kalakaua) and my mother's guest account on her desktop and truthfully... it was not fun.

But now I'm typing on my brand spanking new Samsung Series 5 with 1TB of hard disk memory and 8GB of RAM! SQUEEEE! She is so pretty and her name is Elphaba (after the witch of the west from "Wicked") and I'm adoring her.

Been downloading all the things to get her up and running as I want, still need to transfer files from my external hard disk which I used in order to backup Ursula when her network card went kaput and her screen card began to die.

Windows 8 is very confusing though. The no "Start" button, dafuq Microsoft, who thought this was a good idea. It's like how the other day I was on my twitter client and was suddenly told I'd reached my "daily limit of 50 tweets a day" to which I snorted and was greatly annoyed. I then tweeted at the client's official twitter and helpdesk accounts for many hours with major complaints.

They ended up rolling back the feature because I tell you, as a daily twitter user (and I use twitter for conversation) the amount of tweets that I write way over 50 per day.

Like my twitter client, Microsoft is all about rolling back "features". Good job with the Xbox-One (er... 180 now?)

But Elphaba is lovely, sleek, and waiting for her Windows 8.1 update. Only a few more days to the return of the "Start" button!

Soon I shall also get Office and I'l have my beloved Word back!
eumelia: (Default)
I'm in the Netherlands!

Been here since Saturday, but I've been doing things and resting that long form writing completely slipped my mind.

I still need to talk about Cardiff and David Bowie, though now I have to talk about the Hague, Amsterdam and Delft as well.

Hopefully when I'm back home and don't have anywhere else to be.

Today I'm buying chocolate!
eumelia: (gryffindor)
I'm still London, but not for very much longer. Soon I'll be on my way to the next leg of my adventure and leaving Albion for Flatland, aka the Netherlands.

I've been walking so much and keeping tabs through twitter and random notes. I've been quite exhausted by the time I arrive back to my cousin's place.

I have been having a blast though, I didn't think I'd enjoy myself all that much alone, I generally like sharing my experiences with someone, but having a smartphone has really helped with that. When I see something I think is awesome I can take a pic and shoot it off to twitter and I've been emailing my family with pics as well. You're not really travelling on your own when your friends and family are in your pocket.

Tomorrow I have a five hour train journey to the continent. Hopefully I'll post my Cardiff, David Bowie, Kensington Gardens, Tate Modern and Westminster adventures.

Sorry I didn't get a chance to meet everyone who was around, my time was/is limited, but I have no doubt there will be ample opportunities in the future.
eumelia: (coffee)
Finally got coffee in me and I can concentrate a bit.

I shall briefly mention that I spent my Saturday walking around the Natural History museum wherein I spammed my twitter feed with pics of what I was seeing. I can't remember if I went to the Natural History museum the last time I was in London in 2007, but I felt so very nostalgic when I was walking around. It was like I was 8 years old again. I love the dinosaurs and the Earth exhibitions. I took many pics which I'll post as soon as I get to computer and transfer them off the camera and mobile devices.

I also visited the science museum for a quick look see, because there was an exhibit about Alan Turing and his work on computers and mathematics. All fascinating stuff. His death seems to have a been a true loss.

Sunday... Sunday was a real adventure to which I'll dedicate a post a little later. I have to get ready for the David Bowie exhibition at the Victoria & Albert.

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V and Justice

V: Ah, I was forgetting that we are not properly introduced. I do not have a name. You can call me V. Madam Justice...this is V. V... this is Madam Justice. hello, Madam Justice.

Justice: Good evening, V.

V: There. Now we know each other. Actually, I've been a fan of yours for quite some time. Oh, I know what you're thinking...

Justice: The poor boy has a crush on me...an adolescent fatuation.

V: I beg your pardon, Madam. It isn't like that at all. I've long admired you...albeit only from a distance. I used to stare at you from the streets below when I was a child. I'd say to my father, "Who is that lady?" And he'd say "That's Madam Justice." And I'd say "Isn't she pretty."

V: Please don't think it was merely physical. I know you're not that sort of girl. No, I loved you as a person. As an ideal.

Justice: What? V! For shame! You have betrayed me for some harlot, some vain and pouting hussy with painted lips and a knowing smile!

V: I, Madam? I beg to differ! It was your infidelity that drove me to her arms!

V: Ah-ha! That surprised you, didn't it? You thought I didn't know about your little fling. But I do. I know everything! Frankly, I wasn't surprised when I found out. You always did have an eye for a man in uniform.

Justice: Uniform? Why I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. It was always you, V. You were the only one...

V: Liar! Slut! Whore! Deny that you let him have his way with you, him with his armbands and jackboots!

V: Well? Cat got your tongue? I though as much.

V: Very well. So you stand revealed at last. you are no longer my justice. You are his justice now. You have bedded another.

Justice: Sob! Choke! Wh-who is she, V? What is her name?

V: Her name is Anarchy. And she has taught me more as a mistress than you ever did! She has taught me that justice is meaningless without freedom. She is honest. She makes no promises and breaks none. Unlike you, Jezebel. I used to wonder why you could never look me in the eye. Now I know. So good bye, dear lady. I would be saddened by our parting even now, save that you are no longer the woman I once loved.

*KABOOM!*

-"V for Vendetta"

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