But then I felt that some posts needed to be addressed more clearly:
wait… the lady before said that it was just feminists that were slutty.
It’s true. You can only be a feminist if you can carry pianos, wardrobes and refrigerators up seven flights of stairs. They test you at the local Feminist office — kind of like Firefighter training. If you cannot do such things, your card is revoked.
The UK publishers of the Joss Whedon biography by Amy Pascale have given us three copies to give away.
"Using extensive original interviews with many of Whedon’s key collaborators – as well as Joss himself – Amy presents candid behind-the-scenes accounts of the making of ground-breaking shows Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel and Firefly, and considers Whedon’s distinctive contribution to cinema through movies such as Toy Story, Serenity and superhero epic The Avengers Assemble.
The result is an intimate portrait of the man who re-wrote popular culture and gave it a heart.”
To win a copy, send an email to firstname.lastname@example.org with the subject heading “UK Competition” and tell us what your favourite Joss Whedon scene is.
The book can only be shipped to a valid UK address
Only one entry per person will be accepted
The competition will close at 6pm BST (GMT+1) on 29th July 2014. No entries after this date will be considered.
Winners will be chosen at random
The judge’s decision is final
The winners will be notified via email and asked for their shipping details so the book can be posted to them
The book is out on the 24th in the UK and has a street date release of August 1st in the US and can be ordered at Amazon.co.uk and Amazon.com .
oh hey! live in the UK/Europe and want to win a copy of a book i wrote? send your email to whedonesque!
Amy has very kindly provided Whedonesque with five deleted scenes from her soon to be released biography of Joss Whedon.
1. Joss doesn’t drink coffee, he drinks Typhoo tea and is very particular about how it is served: with half and half, and three little, little teaspoons of sugar.
2. Joss was frustrated that people were not responding to Oz at first (“Possibly because he was usurping Xander’s rightful place as Willow’s paramour,” he says.”). He decided to add the scene in which Willow tries to make out with Oz in order to make Xander jealous in “Innocence.” (Oz declines, fully aware of the situation, and describes how he daydreams about her in class: “I’ll think about kissing you and then everything stops. It’s like, freeze frame. Willow kissage.” He wants to wait because “in my fantasy, when I’m kissing you… you’re kissing me.”) “I actually wrote that to make people fall in love with him. Literally [thought that] this scene will take care of the problem,” he explains. “That was the entirely cynical design of that scene.”
3. In the fifth season, the Buffy writers finally found the right story to take advantage of the fact that Nicholas Brendon, who played Xander, had a twin brother. Many ideas were pitched but “we would never just do evil twin, you know?,” Joss says. “I was thinking of Russian absurdist short stories, like Gogol’s ‘The Double’ and ‘The Nose.’ But what I was really trying to evoke was the time in your life when people start treating you like a grown-up and you didn’t realize that you were one. That’s what that was about.”
4. During construction on Joss and Kai’s home, the house was robbed and their computers and Joss’ guitars were taken. The biggest crime story in their Brentwood neighborhood, however, was when Nicole Brown Simpson, football star O.J.’s ex-wife, was killed in June 1994. The area was inundated with press covering the story, and after, Joss was often asked directions to the home by tourists. The media ascended once again in 1998 as the Monica Lewinsky scandal broke. The father of the White House intern who had an affair with President Bill Clinton lived a few blocks down and reporters were camped out to get a quote from him about the national drama.
5. Jay Hunter, Much Ado About Nothing cinematographer, says that it’s possible to out-nerd Joss. “We were shooting a night exterior scene on Much Ado, and I was just chatting with AD and the gaffer and someone brought up Lord of the Rings. I started talking about these scenes that weren’t put in the movie and kind of going into this obscene amount of detail of my knowledge of The Lord of the Rings. Meanwhile, he walked out in the middle of it and stumbled on to the nerdiest conversation of all time. He said, ‘Oh, I can’t do this,’ then had to turn around and walk away.”
Firefighters truly do risk their lives out there—some are professionals, some are 18-year-old kids new to the job, and some are everyday FS, NPS, BLM, and other agency folks called into duty. They’re breathing smoke and digging line to protect resources that we as a society say we value from our public lands—and to minimize risks to lives and structures on private land.
If you live in the West, please learn all you can about the fire history, fire policies, and fire risk in your area. Do what you can minimize risks on your property. Be unfailingly cautious with campfires, fireworks, and cigarettes; up to 90% of wildfires are started by people, usually due to carelessness. Consider supporting prescribed burns and let-burn policies where controlled fire can provide ecological benefit and minimize future risk of catastrophic fire. Billions of dollars are now spent each year fighting large-scale wildfires. And, very sadly, lives are lost.
ESTP: super attractive physically but it’s all downhill from there. never quite know what they’re going to do next but you can probably bet it will be irresponsible. somehow still lovable.
ESTJ: loud, logical, and get shit done — they are the warrior class of the life rpg. power stats make them unbeatable and if you encounter one, maybe just curl up and forfeit, to save time.
ESFP: giggly little shits. fun fun fun till her daddy takes the t-bird away. great for lifting your mood, not that great at lifting your credit score.
ESFJ: too appropriate, totally lacking in awkwardness. they’ll never forget your birthday, which will make you feel like shit when you constantly forget theirs.
ENTP: excellent companions if you enjoy people who instantly see through all your shit. very clever and very intuitive, you can’t fool them. i suggest you invest in other friends — ones you *can* fool.
ENTJ: impatient with people who make mistakes, namely, everyone. they’ll respect you if you stand up to them but why do that when you can run away instead. cuddle them and see what happens. i’m curious.
ENFP: too puppy to live. best suited for the profession of musical nanny. not advised for use around an open flame.
ENFJ: way too charming and capable, maybe they should stop making everyone else look bad. prone to making other people care about stuff they didn’t want to care about. so annoying.
ISTP: such butts. best suited for an apocalypse scenario, if no such scenario exists, they will create danger because they get bored. don’t encourage them, but don’t discourage them, as reverse psychology works too well.
ISTJ: low drama and low maintenance, best value at this price tier. best suited to actual human existence. least weird, which makes them kinda weird.
ISFP: squishy little darlings you might want to keep in your pocket, but please don’t or they will become forlorn. they notice everything, and it’s unnerving.
ISFJ: quietly and proudly do things for others. if you have a ring you need to deliver to mordor, take an ISFJ along with you for best results.
INTP: cute intergalactic spiders you want to hug and mistrust. prone to making you laugh but then days later you will wonder whether you were the butt of the joke.
INTJ: major dicks and kinda proud of it. prone to being right. prone to liking trance music way too much. all the ones i’ve ever met have been unexpectedly kinky. so i guess, expectedly.
INFP: they fall out of the sky and are raised by unicorns. if you feed one it will follow you home. they dissipate in water.
INFJ: chameleons appropriating your emotions and going quietly mad. prone to meltdowns and needing lots of naps.
INFJ: chameleons appropriating your emotions and going quietly mad. prone to meltdowns and needing lots of naps.
it super is just a matter of time and it’s terrifying. she probably won’t take you to a dark, abandoned building with a friend the second time you meet her. I said probably.
God, you take your friend who recently moved to town and who hasn’t yet developed a support network to a dark, abandoned building ONCE and she brings it up literally every time you suggest yourself to be the trustworthy sort who doesn’t have literal skeletons in your closet
i’m not afraid of you anymore. i know how to get you to leave me alone: create a fortress of hamburgers, cream cheese dips, and dogs.
Won’t the dogs eat the hamburgers
Is it wrong that i read the last line in the voice of Hannibal Lecter? Which completely destroys your argument that you aren’t a creepy person trying to kill your friends?
“Let me tell you this: if you meet a loner, no matter what they tell you, it’s not because they enjoy solitude. It’s because they have tried to blend into the world before, and people continue to disappoint them.”—Jodi Picoult (My Sister’s Keeper)
i’ll be like 40 w/no kids and people will say “aw i’m so sorry for you” and i’ll be like how was the fucking wiggles reunion tour asshole i went to italy last week for fun and didn’t have to hire a sitter
This is a very sad mentality. To think oneself more important than that of progeny is the sign of a failed human life.
so the wiggles concert wasn’t as good as you thought it would be huh
This is a great response to the Esquire article that addresses so much more than that:
But what all these issues, no matter how gigantically separated an Esquire puff piece and a Tennessee mother’s jailing for meth may seem, reflect back at us: How, in this country, every barometer by which female worth is measured—from the superficial to the life-altering, the appreciative to the punitive—has long been calibrated to “dude,” whether or not those measurements are actually being taken by dudes. Men still run, or at bare minimum have shaped and codified the attitudes of, the churches, the courts, the universities, the police departments, the corporations that so freely determine women’s worth. As Beyoncé observed last year, “Money gives men power to run the show. It gives men the power to define value. They define what’s sexy. And men define what’s feminine. It’s ridiculous.”
It is ridiculous, and I wish we could all tell them how little it matters what they think. Except that of course most women, those who bear the brunt of these assessments, aren’t Beyoncé or Amy Poehler—who, not coincidentally, was on Junod’s list of newly un-tragic 42-year-olds. Instead, they are women who may not be able to pay for Pilates, let alone for day care or contraceptives, who may need but not be able to afford drug treatment, who Esquire would likely still rate as not-hot or more likely not rate at all, but whose fates nonetheless rest in the hands of empowered committees on the general value and status of womanhood in America.
I wish it were different. I wish that every woman whose actions and worth are parsed and restricted, congratulated and condemned in this country might just once get to wheel around—on the committee that doesn’t believe their medically corroborated story of assault, or on the protesters who tell them that termination is a sin they will regret, or on the boss who tells them he doesn’t believe in their sexual choices, or on the mid-fifties man who congratulates them, or himself, on finding them appealing deep into their dotage—and go black in the eyes and say, “I don’t fucking care if you like it.”
You wrote a shop around the corner Au that's over 100k? Where can I find it?
C’est ici. Scroll through the tag to find the first section. There are eight chapters, three epilogue chapters, one bonus chapter, and then a few deleted scenes, because I am insane.
To be fair, it is really more of a summer camp AU loosely based on The Shop Around the Corner AU. You may also be interested in rikyl's (excellent but unfinished) adult take on the prompt. (ERIKA FOR GOD’S SAKE FINISH THIS FIC)
My partner told me that last night after I’d been in bed for about an hour, I wandered out to where he was reading in the lounge room, and told him that I was wearing my sleepytime uniform and that he should put his on too because it would be cute if we were matching. I then left the room and went back to bed.
What was my sleepytime uniform you ask? It was socks. Just socks. And nothing else.
Can I just say that after all the Australian things you talk about that we just take as fact (often adorable facts) like wallabies in cow paddocks, biccies, netball, driver reviver sites, antique shops full of beagle paintings, and removalists — you could tell us that this is the standard Australian “sleepytime uniform for seduction” and we’d believe it.
In fact, I’d probably ask if one wears specific socks (ankle, knee-high, wool, super fuzzy) to denote a particular desire ;)
omg "go on" was so amazing- you with your flawless tv show tastes
i liked the first couple of episodes, but i wasn’t “OMG!LOVE” — and then something switched and I LOVED EVERYTHING ABOUT IT. (Well, most everything — I could take or leave Piper Perabo’s character.)
When “Go On” was canceled, I was SO SO SAD. I NEEDED ALL OF THE SEASONS filled with Ryan/Ann friendship, Ryan/Steven friendship, Lauren/Steven confused attraction,Steven singing soulfully and awkwardly, Mr. K’s amazing madness and awesome babysitting, Ann being the hotness that brings all the lesbians to the yard and everything else.