Cimorene

You know... Chekov didn't join TOS until season 2. Although if that's the only quibble, I think I'll be quite pleased. I love the cast and the idea of making a prequel, it's just... I hate JJ Abrams a lot. But then, plenty of asshats have made good movies, so that alone shouldn't preclude liking it. I really really want to like it.

One of the wips that K'Sal, my beta/writing partner in TOS fandom, never finished dealt extensively with Kirk's childhood and his brother. It was one of her longest unfinished fragments, too. (I'll probably never forgive myself for having lost it in the shuffle between computers - I switched main computers three times around her period of highest productivity and, what with my Dad's car crash and my non-functional psychiatric medication and undiagnosed anxiety issues, I wasn't as... together as I needed to be at that time. Her writing was far from the only thing I lost in that period - just the thing of greatest emotional value). I remember that it was engrossing and mysterious and exciting - I love K'Sal's Kirk characterisation like nothing else - and kind of revelatory, too. I don't remember it well enough to mentally reconstruct it, but that glimpse of baby!Jim in the trailer, and the mischief in his eyes, reminded me powerfully.

k'sal is sick, but alive.

apparently like half the e-mails she sends from her hotmail account don't arrive at their destinations.

those of you with hotmail would be well-advised to switch. to operamail.com, for instance! (/pimp)

the night's happy beginning and unexpectedly upsetting interval
was greatly agitated tonight--it is our regularly scheduled night for dinner with my favorite gay boys. unfortunately l was driven to and from a rehearsal by another inmate of the church who then stayed after bringing her back for about an hour and a half. she's a person i like, but large and overpowering. i don't really consider f & e 'company'--they do not make me nervous or keyed-up. dinner with them is relaxing, conversation is stimulating in a highly salutary way. it's all very pleasant. ( a few paragraphs on how my feathers got so thoroughly ruffled. )

the loveliness of p.g. wodehouse
a short drive and singing loudly did something to calm me. curling up in bed did something more although i shivered and frowned a bit, and tried to call hollsk twice, before i was able to settle down to reading. fortunately i slept very late this morning and was plenty awake to finish leave it to psmith. i cannot regret having exhausted my supply of wodehouse when it takes this delightful turn--romance meets comedy of manners meets farce, with a debonair hero who seems to mix the best qualities of a miles vorkosigan, a lord peter wimsey, and a hint which might remind the unwary of terry pratchett*?

the unfortunate holdup with karl and viggo's manly yet gay and so on
my calm is now largely restored. i can't go to bed just after finishing a marvelous book. so i read my e-mail. it seems k'sal and i disagree possibly gravely about the ending of karl and viggo's manly-yet-gay camping adventure. one of us is wrong, or she has somewhere been led to an interpretation of the situation i did not intend. but she informs me she is getting six hours' sleep and programming madly in some kind of work-related crunch. clearly she has no time to spare just now for arguing the finer points of the story with me, or the coarser points, for that matter. just as clearly, i cannot finish the story without thoroughly hashing these issues out with her.

and i had thought i was finished!


*in his early years and/or less exuberant moods. pratchett is rather further along the wodehousean path than wodehouse himself. w's more sophisticated style is more to my taste.

it's like a kirk/spock festival. eee.

title: Incident Report
author: k'sal
fandom: star trek: the original series
pairing: kirk/spock
rating: pg
summary: something happened when vulcan ambassador soran walked into secure conference room d on antares viii without permission. at least, there was a lot of scowling, and now spock's not talking. kirk writes an incident report and spock claims there wasn't an incident. what the hell is going on?
beta by: ME. (i feel so proud.)

(And as an aside, if the Commander is still sulking about being forced to spend hours defending the Vithan claim that the Sc'anna should not be allowed to wear orange on the grounds that the color orange belonged exclusively to the Vithan royal house, may I point out the following?

A. The Commander's very logical and detailed argument supporting the Vithan claim was a masterpiece of debate.
B. I have it recorded, and might consider playing that recording at a staff meeting as an example of the power and influence of logic.
C. We only flipped for who got to represent which lot of bad boys because the Commander stated that he could express no preference for one side.
D. That the coin I flipped had two heads has no bearing on the outcome - the Commander had the opportunity to pick the Sc'anna in the first place. Furthermore, using the double-headed coin was merely a way for the Captain to demonstrate the logical pitfalls of agreeing to such a thing. I doubt the Commander will ever forget that you can't trust coin-flipping humans without, at a minimum, inspecting the coin, and this proves the logic of my training procedures.
E. If the Commander had won the toss he would still have expressed no preference for either the Sc'anna or the Vithans, thereby forcing me to assign him a group. A human can't logically be blamed for wanting to avoid a sulking Vulcan, can he?
F. If you had asked to check the coin, I have three. A two-tailed one, a two-headed one, and one with heads and tails. I took them off Gary Mitchell years ago, after I noticed that an Andorian trade delegation left our ship with little else but the clothes on their backs and confused expressions. The right way to flip coins is to demand to toss the coin yourself and tell the other party to call their side while the coin is in the air. You palm the tails coin, flip the heads coin, cover it with your hand while confirming their guess, and then you substitute the tail coin if necessary. Full disclosure has been made.
G. References to Fizzbin have no logical validity in this context.)

title: a logical organ
author: cim
fandom: star trek: the original series
pairing: kirk/spock
rating: nc-17
spoilers: for the episode 'the deadly years.' the story follows immediately on its heels and draws heavily on it. however, prior knowledge of the episode is not necessary to comprehension.
summary: the radiation poisoning didn't kill them--it just let them see how terrible that loss would be. now they have a second chance.
notes: beta by k'sal, who took a confused and rather unfocused story that i didn't understand, explained it to me, and patiently walked me through five revisions. words cannot express my gratitude nor my adoration.

He tore the shirt off in one impatient jerk and let it fall to the floor of Spock's quarters, a small black puddle next to the toe of his boot. "Explain my irrational behavior? That's a tall order for a human, isn't it, Spock? Shall I start at birth and work forwards, or at death and work back?"

He had successfully diverted Spock's attention. "You are not dead," said Spock uneasily.

He himself had estimated early the day before that they each had less than a week to live--and the mental deterioration, the aging of Jim's mind, had already taken hold to such a degree that he'd thought the brilliant, irresistible being he knew lost forever. Jim had looked out of his own eyes like a caged animal, pleading and lost. "Taking away a man's command--well, that's--Spock. I wouldn't have believed it of you."

Now Jim seated himself deliberately and leaned over his knees with a predatory glint in his eye, as if to demonstrate how completely the effects of the radiation were reversed. He said with every appearance of rationality, "Not yet."

From a dog perspective, leaving your dog behind and going away is something like those ridiculous scenes in horror movies. You know what I mean. They've just found a couple of skeletons and now one of their party has gone missing. So they decide to SPLIT UP and explore the haunted house or cemetary or whatever. "Don't go in the basement!" the audience yells. That's exactly Perry's feeling as HER car drives away. That's exactly Perro's feeling as HER car drives away. How CAN they be so stupid? It's - bizarre.

-my beta, k'sal

my mother has signed a lease. we have a three-bedroom two-bath apartment as of october 22. and we'll have to have a moving party. they're going to look the other way over orpheus and empress. it's really like they're one cat since no one but us can tell them apart anyway.

k'sal has e-mailed me four times in twenty-four hours. all is better. she's doing a beta for me, she sent me a VERY rpsy shater/nimoy photo, and she's FINISHED what has got to be the cutest [finished] kirk/spock in the genre--just wait until you read it. it is rivaled only by her own [unfinished, and untitled] dating-game serial.

i've finally caught wax_jism online! and that equals instant good mood too. i still have some laundry and a wee errand to do this afternoon. but right now i'm all pleasantly glowy.

i'm so hungry my stomach hurts. it's a middle of the night hurt. yeah, my stomach thinks it's the middle of the night because i went to be seven hours ago. well, or because it's dark out and i'm under-rested. stomach, i promise to treat you to something bland and restful later today.

gray skies, cold fine rine, and perry's curled up under my outstretched legs in the tent made where the blanket falls over them. i thought i'd read some more stargate and beta k'sal's essay again but too tired. she inspires me, really, although her scrupulously thorough 'a logical look at amok time' gives me more the urge for a sort of cynical fun-poking review. probably never to sit down and seriously work out, though.

you can't blame people for being fascinated with the whole telepathic!love thing. and, hey, telepathic!sex (which is called 'bonded sex' euphemistically more often than not...)! well. no complaints here. except for the 80% of the time when it's badly written. that's a rant for another day

more k'sal fic! ::happy sigh:: this is such a good week.

i didn't write my dreams down soon enough upon waking. now i can't remember them well enough. there may have been a plane trip and a car trip and being locked in the bathroom at an airport and my friend brooke. oh, yes, and trying on a hideously ugly black dress sprigged with daisies, long and rayon and layered, in front of those slatted doors with no windows, in the dark by flickering candlelight. i was tying those waist-ties behind my back in a very detailed manner. i got every struggling finger-movement in this friggin' dream. why can't i have dreams this detailed about interesting things, or even about nice clothing?

i wrote a nice long email to my betamander and deleted some spam, and read my friends list, which is thankfully not a lot longer than it was last night. my mother apparently will be personally insulted if i don't get a job. just disregard the fact that i've already registered at two temp agencies. apparently that doesn't count. and working occasionally for $6/hr isn't good enough even though that's what they would pay me. someone call and tell my mother she's a freak? and like she would really make me pay her back for her college loan. yeah. right. ...*thought* like she even could make me.

yeah, i'm pissed. that's because i itch. we ate dinner outside last night. damn mosquitoes.

there's a new part of "void" up, everyone. go adore wax_jism as she deserves to be adored.

hm hm. lisa is going out, not watching a movie. so i will go to bed. signed off of im even though aubrybobry was on. aubrybobry, i love you still. and tesia too! (((tesia!)))

...today, have consumed: (1) slice white bread. (1) bowl complete wheat bran with raisins. (1) hamburger (not soy, k'sal. and large) with lettuce, tomato. (2) saltine crackers. (3) bites of ramen.

...am hungry. my stomach seems to prefer saltines to all else.

i wrote a story today. i do not like the end. but adrienne and k'sal both did. why, you may ask? hm hm hm. can think of other people in trekdom whose opinions might respect. but none who would be quick and not-annoying. so. will it go out uncut? or can k'sal be talked into suggesting improvements after all? *wheedle*

hm. this plot bunny was born a long, long time ago when i read alicia's bassez, "a hazy state of mind." no link because i can't get into the fic part of her site. but, anyway. hm. emailed her long, long ago, to ask if i could steal the kernel for my plot bunny. promised to send her finished product. am sure she has now forgotten as has been almost a year. but! will send. later. after k'sal emails me.