Dira Sudis

For shaws_ghoti and darthfox and ellen_fremedon, if they have not already seen.

I was attempting to sing along even before I'd caught all the words. ♥

I love all semiotics - and not just lexical!
Boom de yada, boom de yada, boom de yada, boom de yada...

1) Drinking while watching Sports Night was accomplished without harm to anyone; clearly iuliamentis and I are getting old.

2) Speaking of which: today is my twenty-seventh birthday (and, yes, it's been quite happy so far).

I had a professor, when I was an undergraduate, who opined that twenty-seven is the age at which twentysomething placeholding activities (living at your parents' house, working a McJob, etc.) stopped being charmingly slackery and started being An Issue. For some reason I took this to heart, so as my birthday approached I'd been kind of assessing where I stood in relation to What I Want to Do, and for the most part it's going pretty well: I'm living on my own, I actually personally own the car I'm driving for the first time in my life, I'm working at a professional job in my chosen field, and then, well, then there's writing.

( Cut for self-satisfied nerdery. )

So, in short: \o/

Me: (peering over riverlight's shoulder) You know, I've never really understood the whole font thing, how you get them, what you do with them when you have them.
strangecobwebs*: Sort of like drugs.
Me: Yes! I could no more procure a font than crack cocaine! Although they would probably both be fun to have.


* - under the influence of over-the-counter and prescription remedies for sinus infection

misspamela asked me to post about this, as apparently there is some confusion on this point and it was causing her pain.

A hopefully non-wanky PSA for bandom: The bands which comprise bandom are not boybands.

Boybands are a specific musical phenomenon with several distinct characteristics. Naturally there are boybands which do not display one or more of these traits, but a preponderance one way or the other should be sufficient to distinguish a boyband from a band, whose members are male and (by some definition) young.

A boyband:

First and foremost is exhaustively managed and produced. Image and fashion are tightly controlled by people other than the band members themselves. Shows will feature members of the band wearing coordinated costumes - not just occasionally, or for the duration of a particular tour or in relation to a particular album, but throughout the life of the band. Multiple changes of coordinated costumes throughout a show are not uncommon.

Is primarily a singing group. Band members rarely, if ever, play instruments either live or in the studio. Performances will feature highly choreographed dancing, usually synchronized, frequently with additional backup dancers. Complex vocal harmony is typical.

Performs songs whose music and lyrics are almost never written or otherwise controlled by the members of the band. (ETA for merryish: Unless and until the band makes a strenuous effort to take control of their music, a la later-years NSYNC.)

Are frequently formed by producers/managers who audition individual boys for singing/dancing ability and marketability and then assemble them into a band. Band members normally have pre-defined roles ("the baby," "the bad boy," etc.) which will be re-inforced through heavily image-controlled marketing.

If there are members of the band who can be identified as the songwriters;
If the band plays instruments while they sing, and dance only in their own spastic and individual fashions onstage;
If there are any band members who do not sing at all;
If the band's clothing choices are entirely at their individual whims or a decision by the band to have a thematic look in relation to a particular tour or album (or include any item of clothing that visibly has not been washed since the beginning of tour);
If the band formed, and performed, significantly before it had a manager;
(ETA, from lovelypoet): If a member of the band is acting as the primary producer for other artists' albums...

...Then I am pretty sure you are not talking about a boyband.


And for whatever it's worth, Wikipedia agrees with me.

If you see anyone being misguided on this point, feel free to link them here, for what good it might do. *g*


ETA: To see the distinction in action, check out Kasha's Sessions, in which Pete Wentz is in a boyband ("the sullen one") and Patrick Stump is a session musician helping to manufacture their sound. Or watch Pete's version: Fall Out Boyz.

Further evidence that my undergraduate alma mater is, was, and ever shall be the very coolest of public universities.

(That's the Undergraduate Library, in the first part of the clip, just downstairs from where I used to work, and then the main computer lab, fondly known as the Fishbowl, for which I pine every time I visit one of the crappy, tiny computer labs here at Maryland.)

[Poll #455399]

Apparently, mold will not grow in a half-full can of Diet Coke, unlike the similarly half-full cans of Pepsi that decorated my dorm room back in the day. I guess it's the Aspartame, right? No real sugar = no life-sustaining nutrients for mold to grow on. The simultaneous failure of mold to grow in the Mountain Dew suggests that either a) environmental factors are at least partly responsible for the absence of mold, or b) Yellow Dye #5 really is as inimical to the propagation of life as teenaged boys seem to believe.

Uh. Not that anyone coming over to my place today should take this to mean that I had any reason to suspect that there was mold growing in my kitchen. At all. Really.

*goes back to cleaning*

iuliamentis came over today to watch some movies and buy me meals and show off her new car, whose name is Teppo, all of which was successfully accomplished. We watched Spy Game first and, let me just say to you slashers on my flist, if you somehow haven't already heard me say this, go watch this movie. Not because I wrote fic for it, but because you'll want to write fic for it too. Or you may not even feel the need to write fic before it, because OMG THEIRLOVEISSOTHEWHOLEPLOT. We spent much of the movie alternating between "rrrowr" and "awww!" noises for Brad Pitt, augmented by periodic "rrrrowr" and "j00 r0x0r!" noises for Robert Redford, and periodic outbursts of "I want an icon of that! No that! No! That!"

Then we watched The Shawshank Redemption (which was my favorite movie in the world from the time I was fourteen until the day I saw Wilby Wonderful, which, incidentally, is now available for preorder from amazon.ca, and while the exchange rate isn't as favorable as it's historically been for those of us south of the border, it's worth every penny, American or Canadian) and discovered that, yep, I still know pretty much all of the dialogue verbatim, so we felt free to spend pretty much the whole movie saying "Icon. Icon!" And then Iulia called "Mood icon!" on something or other, and we spent the rest of the movie constructing a mood theme. Elmo Blatch: deranged! Tommy: resolved! And then we got to that one scene in the warden's office, and both pointed to the screen and yelled "Obtuse!" and cracked up.

For, lo, we are dorks.

In other news of me being a dork: website stats. OMG website stats. How incredibly entertaining are they? Apart from what would appear to be incontrovertible evidence that people read my stories, I get stuff like search query terms! And because I'm a dork, often when I get the search query terms, I go and plug them into the relevant search engine and try to work out how bored/desperate the person had to be to find my site by searching for that.

So today, I noticed quebecois slang in the search terms, and thought, Huh. Well, I did use that phrase in apologizing for Code-Switching, so I guess... So I plugged quebecois slang into Google and, uh.

The translation notes for Code-Switching are the first result. Above, y'know, french.about.com, or the Alternative Quebecois Dictionary, or the Wikipedia Quebec French page that I consult on a regular basis. I feel like I should apologize to the internet.

Tonight, to satisfy my own tip-of-the-brain niggling curiosity, I looked up the word for what kind of metaphor you're using when you use the whole thing to refer to a part (technical linguistic formulation: WHOLE FOR THE PART), as when you say, "He's hard," but actually mean to indicate, "His penis is hard."

It's metonymy. The textbook resorted to really flimsy geographical examples in illustration of WHOLE FOR THE PART, presumably to avoid using the one I did.

PART FOR THE WHOLE, incidentally, is more common in language in general, and although it's a type of metonymy, it has its own special name: synecdoche. Unfortunately it's after one in the morning and I watched four hours of Due South today and then went to a Hip show, so I can't think of an example right now.

Edited next morning to add: fairmer helpfully pointed out that when you say "cunt" but mean to indicate "woman," you are using a synecdoche and enacting some interesting gender politics in contrast to the above usage.

Another type of metonymy, OBJECT FOR MATERIAL CONSTITUTING THAT OBJECT, slightly further down the page, yields quite possibly my favorite linguistic example sentence ever: "There was cat all over the road."

Stayed home sick from work yesterday. I slept a lot and laid on the couch a lot and whined to anyone I could catch on IM about how boring being sick was. I also spent a fair amount of time feeling either hot or cold completely without respect to the actual temperature of the apartment, and thought, Wow, I think I'm running a fever.

Last night I woke up from a dream in which Vecchio was studying a mutant alien cloned trilobite thing that people worshiped in between having wild sex with Victoria in the middle of the lab, and then I had to stop reading this fascinating fic to go to work, and was running late trying to find my shoes and still struggling to picture Victoria with her new short haircut. I opened my eyes on the clock, which read 1:46, and thought, There's always time for R-E-H-Y-D-R-A-T-I-O-N and reached for my cup of water, drank what was left and laid back down. Spent a fair amount of time generating too much body heat to actually keep a blanket on, but too cold without one to get comfortable, and then got up for more water. By 2:30, I'd developed a nasty headache, and got up again for Excedrin, pointing out v. cleverly to myself that if I did in fact have a fever, which seemed pretty incontestible at that point, the Aspirin in the Excedrin would help with that too. Sometime after three, still hot and achy, I finally fell asleep on thoughts of buying a freaking thermometer to take some of the guesswork out of the situation.

This morning, I woke up soaking with sweat and feeling more clear-headed than I have in a couple of days, and thought, Wow! My fever broke, and then, of course, Cool, now I know how to write that.