April 20th, 2010

b/g - in the library

i don't really think i'm that boring, really

Just imagine: I'm giving this presentation on ask_captainjack and the Askworld, talking about how awesome it is (in a theoretical and academic way, of course) and how unique and how even though most of the interactions centered around Jack suggesting sexual and probably physically impossible things to all and sundry there is something radical, entertaining, and meaningful in a 6 month extravaganza of unplanned RPGing. And while I'm speaking, in my not-to-be-missed loud presentation voice (trust me, if you'd heard my inside voice you would understand that I don't *need* an outside voice), I am making eye contact with the course instructor, and the other two students in our class (yes, we are a class of 3 graduate students - the asian studies program is cozy, ok?), and I watch with internal winces of horror as one of the two students begins to fall asleep during my presentation. 

Now, I've reconciled myself to the notion that the guy is a bit of a jerk.  I used to call him my nemesis, but I've softened on the archenemy position because he was humanized by a fellow classmate.  So he's been downgraded to amusing to look at (he's kind of nontraditionally attractive and pretends he's not emo even though he wears purple skinny jeans and vests while carrying his skateboard unironically, of course), not stupid just quick to judge and a little narrow minded and elitist, but entertaining in that 'oh, of course you're going to take the contradictory position to me' kind of way.

But drifting off? Really?  During a 20 minute presentation?

And when I called him on it during the break, he shrugged and said that I shouldn't take it personally - he apparently drops off in another class we share (this one with 4 more people in it) all the time. 

The only reason why I didn't throw my shoe at him was because I was too lazy to take it off.  And the knowledge that he wouldn't actually understand why I was throwing it in the first place.  On the up side, I think the presentation went well for the other two people.
b/g - in the library

fic you should be reading. no, really, why haven't you read it yet?

lose your inhibitions (hold me tight, tonight) by jeyhawk
AI8 | Kris/Adam | NC17 | ~8,000 words
Porn. Cute, almost schmoopy, blindfold 'Kris goes to get a massage' porn. My eyes crossed and they aren't uncrossing soon.

Getting Near Dawn by astolat
AI8 | Kris/Adam/Johnny Weir | EXPLICT | 2,307 words
Written for the GLAAD Gift Bag Challenge (where one is supposed to use the naughty gift bags handed out at GLAAD in some way with Adam Lambert, Brad Bell, and/or Johnny Weir or any of the other attendees). And what does Astolat do? Put it ALL in there. OMG so sweet though. One of the few Adam/Brad fics I have ever and will ever read. this is of course because I hope they actually get back together in real life

Exit Wounds by jerakeen
AI8 | Kris/Adam | PG13 | AU | H/C & a little Jealousy | 4,670 words
It's a sequel to her mini-fic where Kris is a detective and Adam is on the other side of the law, and is just so frigging awesome that I really want another 50,000 words in this verse. But instead she manages to make things pretty damn satisfying with some oragami and a little snuggling. (in honor of shelbecat's bday)

Some realms I owned by glimmergirl
Merlin | Gwen/Morgana | mature | ~3,000 words | canon, modern!au, and reincarnation scenes.
Written for the Five Things Challenge at gwenmorganabbc using the prompt 'five places/spaces Gwen and Morgana shared.' Only Glim will get me reading fic I know will not only tear my heart to itty pieces but also make me glad I did it.

Chimera by nymphaea1
AI8 | Kris/Adam | Mature | 80k | AU, violence, Faerie, magic
Distrust of Faerie persisted in the east and traveled outwards as the United States
and its ally, the Kingdom of Texas, spread west into the lands bordering those claimed by the fey. Two years ago Kris Allen, lost to himself after a bitter three-year war, answered a newspaper ad and headed west to the chaotic borderland known as South California. He'd hoped, in a land with no loyalties, he could find respite from his own divided nature. What he found was something else.

This fic has been going on for quite a while so you've probably all seen it, but it finished the other day, and was / is AWESOME. Nymphaea has a grip on the world that's brilliant, the Original Characters are kind of entertainingly amazing, and it is a completely entertaining read.