tarassis:

six-of-nine:

-girlanachronism:

sugarspellitouttt:

sucktitslickclits:

teenexorcist:

beautifulproblem:

(via thespianmuse)

Basically Captain Jack Harkness showed up on my doorstep with a large arcane piece of technology, told me that my house was situated on an intersection of ley lines and that he was using it as the new base of Torchwood America. He also drafted me and for the rest of the dream I was wearing a well fitting pinstriped suit.

The rest of the dream also consisted mostly of me partying with him, Gwen, and a bunch of guys from UNIT. Was it related to the fact that I was up ‘till two reading John Barrowman’s autobiography Anything Goes? Probably not…

Y’all are jealous anyway.

If that doesn’t make me a card carrying member of the “liberal elite” I don’t know what does.

six-of-nine:

Over and over and over.

I had a brainwave today, over coffee as usual, and ended up with a start on three realized characters that fit into a concept that I’ve had turning over and over in my head for ages and I sat down to start writing…and I couldn’t. I had images in my head, personalities, events, but no words to describe them. I could have directed a movie but for the life of me I couldn’t write the story.

This happens to me, from time to time, and mostly I think that I just need to read more. Spend less time staring at a screen and maybe I’ll be able to think properly again, but even that is harder than it should be.

It wasn’t long ago, a few years maybe, that I didn’t watch movies or television and I read hours a day. Of course there was also a time I actually dated men.

I love two girls, actually I love many many more people than that so it’s more accurate to say that I am fucking two girls. They both know this, are okay with it, and feel much the same way about each other as they do about me. Basically I am living the dream of most heterosexual males.

Being neither heterosexual nor cisgendered male this is occasionally uncomfortable for me.

I miss being involved with men, and frankly I miss the way girls treated me when they knew that I wasn’t attracted to them (it’s not that I lied, I only recently found out myself). I liked that every kiss I gave was an act of rebellion and I relished the looks I got walking hand in hand with another man down the street.

I feel…normal, keeping up with shows and sleeping with women. I haven’t done theater in ages and the only makeup I own is concealer (which doesn’t count). People like me, hit on me, talk to me based on how I look and act and I hate it because that’s not me.

I used to be a deviant and now I just post on Deviant Art (and even that, not lately because I can’t fucking write).

Anyway, that’s me these days. Sorry I’m so disjointed and all over the place, it made sense in my head of course, but what else is new?

Oh yeah, and I’m getting paid to do what I love, I’m moving out, and I’m surrounded by amazing people so why am I not happy?

*I titled this after I finished the post because I’m really complaining about tiny little things and I should really be grateful for who I am and what I have.

Possibly the most annoying element of the current Target donation scandal is the idea that they chose a pro-business candidate to donate money to. Let me be clear when I say that Tom Emmer is not pro-business.

Sure he is in favor of cutting taxes and limiting regulation. These are not policies that are inherently helpful to business, especially in the long term, despite what the wealthy would have us believe.

Sure, a tax cut will help the bottom line in the short term, but cutting taxes means cutting services to balance the budget and cutting services lowers the quality of the workforce. It is no accident that the states with the highest tax rates are all above the median level of production and are home to the vast majority of our largest, most innovative companies. It’s because these states have high taxes that they are able to fund good public school systems, keep their citizens healthy and safe, and build infrastructure to support the urban lifestyle that is most conducive to progress in our idea based economy.

As for deregulation? It allows companies to cut costs by manufacturing inferior products. Will the “free market” ultimately sort it out? If we had a free market it might, but we have a market dominated by companies with more money than God and that is not a market in which consumers have real choices. Even if it did provide decent quality goods eventually it is simply a more dangerous, more roundabout means to achieve the same end as regulation.

So how are these policies pro-business at all?

It is a sad truth that here in the U.S. a country that supposedly values the freedoms of the individual, that our elections are bought not won. Whether the money comes from grass roots fundraising, political action committees, interest groups, or now big business doesn’t actually matter. All that matters is that you have more of it than the other guy.

If you have more money you control the message that gets disseminated, on the airwaves, in print, or in person. If you have more money you can grab the momentum and not let go. If you have more money you can drown out the other voices, the criticisms, and you can bury your own mistakes.

There is a reason that media coverage of political campaigns focuses so much on fundraising and war chests, poll numbers and the general horse-race. That’s what the coverage is because unfortunately that is what matters. The vast majority of people are to ill-informed to vote their interests and for that matter to apathetic to become informed and so they end up just voting the way that they’re told. They vote their emotions, their fears, and their gut.

That is what made the supreme court decision in the Citizens United case not only incredibly wrong headed, legally indefensible, and the most grotesque example of judicial activism in the history of our country but also incredibly dangerous.

This danger is only now being seen and no where is this more painfully highlighted than it is in the case of the MN Forward coalition and specifically the involvement of the Target Corporation. MN Forward is supporting the campaign of the radical right-wing candidate Tom Emmer and Target has given more money to MN Forward than any other organization. The coalition has stated that it is supporting candidates that it sees as “pro-business”, which apparently means trashing our quality of life and hoping that companies decide to come here anyway as opposed to building an educated, top-notch workforce and an environment in which there is the social infrastructure to support business growth (but that’s really a separate matter). 

This becomes truly disturbing when one looks at the policies of Target Corp in regards to same-sex and non-gender-conforming individuals. Target Corp has exceptionally progressive policies in these areas, some of the best of any major company in the nation, so the fact that the CEO of the company is willing to put a large amount of money ($150,000) behind a candidate that advocates regressive, discriminatory policies regarding minorities in general and the GLBT community specifically is frankly shocking.

The only reason that Target has thrown its support behind Emmer is because they think it will be good for the bottom line (and good for lining the pockets of the upper brass) even though it goes against the (admirable) principles that the company espouses.

Is anyone surprised?

So apparently I’m more resistant to the t-virus (or whatever it is that breeds new tumblr addicts) than I thought because I’ve been determinedly boring for quite some time now. Mostly this is because I don’t get blogging, after all why on earth would anyone want to listen to what I have to say? I’m only now sitting down to write this post because I heard a very troubling rumor the other day and feel that as a member of the largest, most dysfunctional family on the planet it was my bound duty to put in my two cents.

The rumor that has pulled me into relapse was word that there will be a Battlestar Galactica movie and from the few sketchy details that were available it will be helmed by the creator of the original series and the director of the X-Men movies. For obvious reasons neither of these facts fills me with confidence. I am however willing to overlook these problems under one condition, that the movie deals with the First Cylon War (in the new continuity, frak the “Thousand Yahren War” bullshit).

The movie has to cover this because it is the only material left to cover. The “new” series is, in almost every respect, a perfect show and any retreading of this ground could only be disappointing. I would even object to seeing something like Razor again because it wouldn’t fit as well as I have come to expect. Maybe I’m wrong but the show was so cohesive and comprehensive, and the ending so perfect, that I can’t see anything that would be worth adding.

Caprica is, thus far, less perfect but that is the most positive criticism I’ve ever given a television show and I wouldn’t want to see any sort of “reboot” of the franchise from a prequel perspective. 

No, what I want to see, and what I firmly believe could be an excellent piece in the BSG puzzle, is a movie that begins with the commissioning of the Galactica, just as the show began with what should have been it’s decommissioning.

My vision of the perfect movie begins with an exterior shot of Galactica exiting space dock with a voice over of the undocking comm chatter inter-cut with scenes from its commissioning and the beginnings of the War by way of exposition. After clearing the dock Galactica’s captain calls in the CAP as they form up with their escorts and prepare to jump into a hostile situation. “Husker” is the first to approach, “Galactica/Viper 550. Beam Acquisition Lock.”

“Viper 550/Galactica copy your Acquisition Lock, you are cleared to land. Approach starboard landing bay, hands on, speed one-zero-five, checkers red, call the ball.”

“I have the ball.”

All this has happened before, it will all happen again. The exchange pays homage to the beginning of the show while subtly highlighting the difference in style. I would be hooked from that point on.

Fingers crossed that they don’t frak it up.

By which of course I mean that I love you all immensely. 

The clamoring hordes, clawing hands outstretched. The begged at first, to pick my brain, to see what I saw and read my thoughts but it was not long before begging gave way to demands. As my companions fell about me my resolve did weaken, it would be so easy. Still I fought on, for a time defying that voice in my head, the tempting clamor to conform.

It was harder than I thought, ultimately, torn asunder by so many hungry friends, but at last (at least) it was done.