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SMASH is an exceedingly mediocre series on NBC right now about the creation and production of a Broadway musical about the life of Marilyn Monroe. We watch the show from the point of view of several different characters involved in this production, including Julia and Tom, who write the book and music, Eileen, who is trying to produce the show against insurmountable odds, Derek, the abrasive and demanding director and choreographer, and Ivy and Karen, both of whom are competing for the lead role.

It isn’t a good show…but it’s not bad, either. Think Hart of Dixie, but with more singing. Or Glee, if Glee had anything remotely resembling realism in its production values.


in which i waste too many words on a show i don't know how to feel about yet )

You can find all the episodes at hulu.com (linked above), or here at the show's website. I'm sure there are free downloads out there, too, but I wouldn't know about that. You'll have to do a little digging on your own if you want to find them.

And as per usual, my watching this trashy musical soap opera is entirely Harper’s fault…and also because The River, while awesome, has ended for the season and I was bored. But mostly, Harper’s fault.

rachelleneveu: (monster!!!)

I know I tend to joke a lot about secretly being a robot - to be fair, though, Harper is the one who started it and therefore it is completely her fault - but upon further reflection, I really do have some strange, robot-related tendencies. I listen to a lot of Daft Punk (which, let's be honest, is just music by robots), in my moments of frustration I often go into a weird state of angry, flailing robot arms, and I can also translate English into Binary.

Simple phrases, mostly. I learned it in a math class my first year in college and found it easier to understand than, say, hexadecimal or base ten, and I can't write out anything more complicated than "the cat sits on the chair" if I'm doing it by hand, but still...this particular talent is absolutely no help in proving to Harper (...and everyone else, really) that I am not actually a cylon of some sort.

And then this happened. I'm going to put the blame [livejournal.com profile] cysfics and [livejournal.com profile] artfreak17 for this, because they encouraged me and [livejournal.com profile] artfreak17 gave me a fancier translator than the one I was using. You're all a bunch of enablers! :-P

So here, a bit of a work-in-progress I've had sitting on my harddrive since Mechakara first appeared on Atop the Fourth Wall.


First in binary... )


 

...and the English translation. )
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You know, I thought that with school letting out, I would actually have time to do things outside of sleep and work, but in the past week I have:

 

 

Life nonsense lies below -- you've been warned! )

 

So, to recap: I am alive, I am still writing, and I am back for all the fun things I’ve missed in the past two months. I promise. :-)

rachelleneveu: (Buster Bluth WTF)

…And am apparently corrupting people in my real life and dragging them into fanfiction! Really, that was a surprise. I was not at all expecting Harper to follow me into the endless abyss…even though she found this place first, like, way back in the summer and linked me to it.

Okay, so these past two weeks have been a lot busier than I expected it to be. In the past few days, I have:

 

Rambling Life Nonsense Under The Cut! )



So…yeah. School and work and real life in general has been eating up pretty much all my time, lately, but I’m trying to catch up with all you awesome internet people. There’s fic to write! Memes to finish! Reviews to leave and stories to read and lots of fun things to flail over!

I’ve got school until six and I’m going to dinner with McBuff (and maybe Harper if she’s free) tonight, but my couple-days break starts on Wednesday and I’ll definitely see you all later.


I Live!

Sep. 30th, 2010 12:19 am
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- I had a really weird moment on Sunday when I realized that Rob Gronkowski, the new tight end for the New England Patriots, is the same Rob Gronkowski I went to high school with. It was kind of odd seeing his face on the TV when they first introduced him during the Patriots/Bills game, because I remember that guy as being the absolute toolbox who continually knocked his forehead on doorways and threatened to stuff McBuff in a locker sophomore year – not the ass-kicking, touchdown-making monster the public knows today. Huh. Times change, I guess, but it's still kind of strange.

- Against my better judgment, I bought Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter on Saturday. And as surprising as it might sound, it actually turned out to be kind of enjoyable. I had fairly low expectations, honestly, because I absolutely hated Seth Grahame-Smith’s first “novel,” Pride and Prejudice and Zombies. I love zombie-fiction as much as the next person (and I know I’m a little biased because I don’t like Jane Austen all that much to begin with), but come on, guys: that book was terrible. Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter is at least a readable book – sure, it’s full of badly photoshopped pictures, Vampire!John Wilkes Booth, and the “real reason” for Lincoln ending slavery in the South having to do with bloodsucking fiends, but the pacing is good, there aren’t any random ninjas, and Grahame-Smith is consistently spelling the lead character’s name right. As a total grammar freak, that really, really bothered me in Pride and Prejudice and Zombies because even I know that it is Elizabeth Bennet. Not “Benet” or even “Bennett.” If you’re going to use one spelling of the name, either use the right one or make sure it’s consistent throughout the damn book and not changing with every other page. Anyway, now I want to read an actual biography of Lincoln…not just one where he’s fighting hordes of the undead every five pages or so. The man led a fascinating life. I’ve heard some good things about Lincoln, and Team of Rivals looks like it could be very interesting.

- After learning that Harper had never seen it before, she and I had a Firefly marathon not too long ago. Recently, I’ve been told that I am an awful, awful android person because she has had Jayne Cobb on the brain ever since and is seriously considering writing fanfiction. Which totally wasn’t my intention at all…*shifty eyes* I think she’s just mad that she now has legitimate nerd cred, and can no longer claim that she’s just the weird mutant offspring of a punk and a hippie. Again, totally not my intention...nooo...

- I might be going to Israel in the spring! There are these things called Birthright Tours, and if you can prove that you’re really Jewish, the Taglit-Birthright Organization will actually pay for you to stay in Israel for ten days. The only thing I would need actual money for is the $250 deposit and if I want to buy something while I’m over there. Seriously, this is all legit, and there are a dozen different programs you can travel with. If you qualify, definitely look into it, because if you’re between the ages of 18 and 26, Jewish, have a valid passport, and have never been to the country before, chances are pretty good that they’ll give you a plane ticket to Tel Aviv. :o)

- My award came in the mail last week! It is glass and book-shaped and a lot heavier than I expected it to be, but it came in a fancy box and it has my name on it! Here are some pictures, because I am incredibly vain proud of this:




Yes, I know you can see my boobs in the reflection. Shhh.
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Five Things I’ve Learned So Far At Buff State:

1.) Their library is quite possibly the greatest place ever. It has three floors, hidden rooms, and a courtyard, people. A courtyard. Plus, there’s a poetry group that meets on the roof!

2.) 
Just because a parking lot is labeled as a student lot does not necessarily make it one, and campus security will not hesitate to ticket you.

3.) None of the construction they started over the summer will ever actually be finished, so good luck navigating the campus when the only path to the building all your classes are in is blocked off by a giant crane.

4.) Walking between two buildings is the equivalent of walking through a wind tunnel, even when there isn’t a breeze.

5.) There is a Chick-Fil-A in the student union, and their chicken sandwich is just as delicious as I was led to believe.

There was also some stuff about the Crusades and the spread of Calvinism from Europe to America in there somewhere. Oh! And for my one class, our ongoing project is going to be making a tourism video for Buffalo in the same vein as these ones for Cleveland:

 


So, yeah...I'm kind of excited for this. :o) It's been a pretty good day, even with the parking ticket, and hopefully tomorrow will be the same. Just...maybe without campus security being a pain in the ass, because that sign totally said "Student Lot." I'm pretty sure I wasn't hallucinating that - it was early, but not that early.


ETA: I can't believe I haven't said this before, but Harper is now a writer for Cracked! Her articles are pretty damn funny, even if she keeps insisting that I'm really a robot in disguise, and she's even written a piece about Ask That Guy!

 

rachelleneveu: (book love)

It's been a while since my last post, mostly because things have been getting pretty hectic around here, but it's time to catch up! Here's what I’ve been up to in the past week or so:

-  Working. I hate my job, but at least there’s one guy who comes in that makes it bearable. :3

-  Watching an absolutely awesome production of Macbeth with some friends that was performed with an all-woman cast. I love going to Shakespeare in Delaware Park – it’s honestly one of my favorite parts of the summer, and I still can’t believe that Harper had never been there before we went on Thursday. It’s a Buffalo institution! It’s been around longer than I’ve been alive! It’s the second-largest Shakespeare festival in the country! It’s right across from the art gallery I take field trips to when I want to skip school…I mean…um…when my least-favorite classes are cancelled. Right.

-  Getting ready to go back to school on the 30th. I'm ready and I'm not ready, and as excited as I am for my history classes and for the new campus and to see some of my old friends again, I'm still kind of nervous. Also, I'm pretty angry at how much I've had to spend on textbooks this semester: $300 for a psychology textbook, not counting the books for my history courses and the anthology for my English class. Three hundred dollars for one book. I better use that thing every fucking day, because if it turns out that we use it once in the beginning of the class and they update the edition midway through the semester so I can't even sell it back at a fraction of the cost at the end, heads will definitely roll.

- Listening to Wild Light on repeat for the past few days. California On My Mind is my favorite track, but My Father Was A Horse and New Hampshire are really good, too. I don’t think there’s a bad song on the album, but that might be because I’m biased. ;o)

-  Sleeping. I’ll miss it when school starts up again.

- Marathoning Bennett the Sage's Masterpiece Fanfic Theatre. I love his voice, and as crazy/disgusting/outrageously bad as some of these fics are, I've come to like having him reading terrible fiction in the background while I do other things. I think my favorite episodes have to be the Two-Part Historical Fanfiction ones, because those are hilarious.

-  Working the bar at Harper’s mom’s art show on Saturday. She’d been an art teacher at a local high school for almost twenty years and she retired in the spring, and this was her first solo gallery showing since she started teaching. Harper and I somehow got roped into dealing with drinks and patrons the whole night, but I had a good time, and the party at their house afterwards was definitely a lot of fun.

-  Still writing for that TGWTG AU [livejournal.com profile] emeriin came up with because oh God I think it’s taken over my brain and I seriously can’t stop, like, at all. It’s a little scary – and pretty fun – but also kind of scary because I haven’t been this excited for a new fandom in I don’t know how long.

- Three words: raspberry buttermilk cake. It is delicious and you should all be jealous. Here, have a picture - hell, have two:

raspberry buttermilk cakeraspberry buttermilk cake

It's been a pretty good week, and I'm hoping this next one will be just as fun.

Night, lovelies.
rachelleneveu: (not your year)

Because I know I do. It's such a fascinating subject to me, figuring out how to get by when everything and everyone you've ever known is gone -- and of course by "fascinating", I mean "keeps me up at night and has me planning how to survive in the empty (and possibly zombie-infested) wasteland that was once human culture."  This....fascination....isn't helped in any way by all those documentaries and specials the History Channel and Discovery Channel run really late at night. You know, the ones where all they talk about is the inevitable destruction of the planet by asteroids or aliens or floods or earthquakes or zombies a terrible and highly contagious virus that wipes out almost 98% of humanity? Yeah, those are really going to help me get to sleep tonight, Discovery Channel. Thank you for letting me know that there is no hope for preventing the total and complete decimation of the entire fucking galaxy. Seriously, for as informative as they can be -- I mean, thanks to the After the Apocalypse special on the History Channel, I now know how to start a fire with some steel wool and a car battery and how to properly scavenge supplies from a dead body, which are both incredibly important life skills that I was lacking -- I still find them to be pretty terrifying.

But hopefully this terror has proven to be a good thing, because from my ridiculous fears have come something actually resembling creativity. The original version of this story was written a little over a year ago, and I've been playing around with this idea since then and never really going anywhere with it until the past few days. The ever-lovely Harper "remixed" this idea in her own story a while ago and while we've been working on a collaborative "redux" of that on and off for the past few months, this is something a bit different.
 

 

Enjoy? )

 


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A few days ago, after a conversation with the lovely Harper, I decided to look at some of the old notebooks I have stashed away on my bookshelf. Now, the thing is, I love spiral notebooks. I do. I've been writing in them since I was old enough to hold a pen, and because I want to have an archive of my life (read as, "I'm a pack rat who never throws anything away"), I've still got almost every single notebook I've had since middle school.

Anyway, talking about how we've "evolved as writers" made me want to look back and see how far I've come. Here's what I've learned so far:

Abondon All Faith, Ye Who Enter Here... )


As embarassing as some of these things are, it's good to see that I have actually grown as both a writer and a person since I started these notebooks. But just because I've "accepted" this, it doesn't mean that anyone else will ever see how bad everything was until I'm dead and no longer have to suffer through the teasing that would inevitably follow. I still might have to haunt them, though. Just for kicks. :o)
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