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I've given a lot of thought to how I want to spend this weekend. I am horrified once again by the treatment of our government to our First Nations communities, the latest incident only yesterday. They keep preaching 'let's have reconciliation!' but don't ever consult the FN communities on it. It's despicable.

In light of everything, I feel it unCanadian to celebrate a date that represents religious oppression, cultural persecution, murder, and other acts I would rather not type, of an entire people.

Canada is 15,000+ years old. It was a culture of amazing trade networks, religions, diverse cultures, and beautiful ceremonies long before the Vikings even arrived here. I wish this country could better understand that and our education system didn't seek to ignore it. Perhaps more white people and immigrants would understand why eating hot dogs, listening to pop music, and lighting off a bunch of fireworks for the '150th' is not appropriate. But here we are.

And here I'm going. Down to land near the largest First Nations reserve in Canada, to be as un-annoying and as respectful as possible. We're cooking over a camp fire, sleeping in tents, and all around going to be as quiet as possible. But we plan to raise a glass of traditional strawberry juice, commonly made at this time of year by many FN tribes, to salute those that this country still marginalises and abhors.

Today, and tomorrow, I am not proud to be Canadian. And I'm certainly not proud to be a white person from England and France. But I can't change the colour of my skin, nor the country I was born in. What I can do is try to make this country a place for EVERYONE, including those that were here long before I was.
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So it seems it's finally time to delete LJ. Too bad, as I feel strange not holding on to it. But needs must and with everything over here now, it is what it is.
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Looks like everything has imported over from LJ successfully. Let me know if you find anything a bit screwy though!
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Hello all (or few),

As it seems LJ is going to be persona non grata for the foreseeable future, I guess it's about time I migrated over here. Alas, it's been about a decade since I last used my Dreamwidth account, so it's been deleted. Oh well. It's about time for something new anyways.

Friend me if you'd like! And if I don't already know who you are, please tell me a bit about yourself.

A bit about me is that I write novels that will never get published, run a consultancy business in Canada, watch an awful lot of TV, and try not to eat too much chocolate (I usually fail at this).
windemere: (golf)
You've heard the refrain. He'll 'make America great again'. And the 'oh, that's just compaigning. He'll calm down when he's in office' and 'we should give him a chance' and 'it won't be that bad'.

Humans have been deluding themselves since the beginning of time, but I don't think we have an example this good since Hitler. And don't get me started on those comparisons (some are valid, some are not).

What I do know is that my daily feeling since January 20th has gone back and forth between horror and fear...and 'I told you so'. I really wish I didn't have to say that. I really wish it hadn't turned out this way. But 26% of the voting populace voted for this. And whether they thought it would calm down, or not be so bad, or they are still out there cheering him on doesn't matter. They caused this. And the people who protest voted in favour of independents caused this. And the people who couldn't be bothered to vote caused this. And here we are.

And I live in Canada, so there's not much I can do. But I CAN speak out. I can be sick at what is happening. I can show my support for all the people he is harming. And I can make very sure, personally, that I don't contribute to the same happening in Canada.

Speak up. Protest (online, in person). Stand up with others. Protect. Donate. There are plenty of things you can do, even if you can't legally vote in the US. And as citizens of the world, it's our responsibility to do everything we can. This can NEVER be allowed to happen again.
windemere: (happy holidays)
I hope everyone is happy and safe and with loved ones this season.
windemere: (leaves)
Suddenly realised why I feel like I have cabin fever and going a bit stir crazy: I haven't been around different scenery since April (Vermont looks much like, you know, Ontario AND New York). Need that drastic 'foreign' look for a bit. Two weeks to New Orleans.
windemere: (geekin' out)
It's such a strange thing; graduating. You've done all the work already. You've already been told you have received your degree/diploma/whatnot, and it is therefore mostly an excuse for a party.

I was really too tired today to party and it's not nearly as fun without alcohol anyways.

Day 2 of jet lag is always my worst, so I didn't sleep last night and I spent the morning going flat out - on foot - here, there, and everywhere. By the time we got to the reception I just wanted to lay down, or pass out - it was a toss-up.

There ceremony was great (short) and everyone said all the right words. It wasn't particular special (PhDs are treated like MAs are), but at least we got to go first. And then wait for everyone else to do it! The woman beside me kept up a hilariously running commentary under her breath about the pomp and circumstance so I was incredibly entertained.

We stood outside in the freezing (literally) cold too
much and my coat would fit over my robes so I was just a bit miserable. But Bob made my mother tea and is now the greatest person ever because he waited with my parents for a cab after the reception ended for 30 minutes even though he was supposed to be back at work.

Everyone was super nice and huggy and Ross said great things about me to my parents and to me. And I caught up with a lot (though not all) of friends. Not bad for 2.5 days in the city!

All that is left is coffee tomorrow morning with my 'new' twin Dr A (me being now Dr A as well) and to pay pilgrimage to Richard's tomb, something I should have done on Wednesday. Supposed to rain, so I hope our dead king appreciates my sacrifice.

I miss this part of my life already and I won't ever have it back. It was challenging and interesting and incredibly easy. Unlike the years to come.


Oct. 30th, 2015 03:54 pm
windemere: (booksbooksbooks)
Well, it's the 30th. I'm not going to say goodbye and farewell, because I won't be that gone, but I won't be around as much, or checking LJ as often (unless I'm really suffering writer's block).

Wish me luck!
windemere: (Elrond)
Summary: When Arwen rode out to rescue Frodo, she made a decision that both saved his life and endangered her own. This is the bigger story. Movie-based.

Disclaimer: The rights owned, in this case, by New Line Cinema, Peter Jackson, etc., though original ideas all attributed to Tolkien. I didn’t make any money off of this, nor did I have a particularly enjoyable time writing it.

Where Hope Lies )
windemere: (Elrond)
Yeah, so I might have written this one about a year ago. But I'm old enough to forget a few things every now and then, alright?

If you'd care to toddle on off to here. It's a fic in three parts, and it will all be posted by New Year's. It's a bit heartening, a bit depressing, a bit family!angst, and a bit 'I really needed to figure out this head canon'. It's Arwen, with a lot of Elrond, Lindir, Aragorn, the twins, Bilbo and a bit of unconscious Frodo thrown in. And it's movie canon.

Now posted above on LJ!
windemere: (Gangs all here)

Everyone has seen this, right?
windemere: (winter luck)
So, that happened. As it does every 4 years (Summer Olympics don't count by Canadian standards). I have been a wreck for 14 days now, and only because the really stressful stuff doesn't get started until team skating medal awards, so like, three days into the Games.

It's hard to describe Vancouver to people. I was alone in February 2010, housesitting, and I literally spent the better part of two weeks crying in front of the TV pretty much all day long. Because if the events weren't on they were doing replays and musical montages to I Believe, and that song still makes me cry to this day. I spent a lot of the last few days of the Games screaming at the television, and memorably remember listening to the finale Gold Match men's hockey game on the radio on the way home from work (which had run long) and managing to make the TV in time for OT, at which point I pretty much had a full blown anxiety attack in the 8 minutes it took Crosby to score the Golden Goal. I had not really paid attention to the 2006 Olympics (the hockey lead to nothing that year, so it was rather a bore all around) and in February 2002 I had just acquainted myself with the person I now lovingly call sister, so Olympics wasn't high on the list of things to do (as I recall, obsessing about LotR was).

2010 was my first proper Olympics. The first time I honestly watched it to cheer for my country. And I think it was like that for a lot of people. I think that was the year many of us learned to be proud (and vocal) Canadians. To celebrate our successes even on the international stage. To acknowledge that, for a country of 34 million people, we are pretty awesome. We cheered, we cried, we won (we lost), and for many of us I think we thought it was a one-off. It was Vancouver, and we were Canadian. It was home soil and nothing was going to take that from us.

Russia is a long way away from home soil, and I admit I was worried at first. But not because I was worried we would lose, but because I knew now that we had it in us to win. And then, Canada, look what you did. Through trials and tribulations you pulled it off again. You pulled off 10 gold medals and another 10 silver and you did it in a foreign country who is good at the winter games. You fought the USA every inch of the way and several other countries even further and you made it. You won. And as always, it all comes down to that last game. For Canadians, that final game on the last day of the Winter Olympics is our Olympics. It's what we spend 16 days waiting for (and 4 years planning for) and it's the one that matters. The other games all matter. It all matters, but that last game is the one that really counts for us. The one we measure ourselves against. Because to come so far and lose the gold is, for us, becoming I think, unthinkable. It's our gold now. For the women AND the men. It's ours to lose, basically, and we are not going to let it go without a fight. This was not the heart-pounding final of Vancouver (the women got that game instead), but it was an amazing hockey match and Sweden deserves that silver wholeheartedly for fighting as hard as they did. But as someone took to waving on a placard in 2010, this is our game.

And boy, Canada, did you make it a good one.

Here's to 2018 Korea. We'll make that a good one too.
windemere: (Sherlock)
Hi F-list, can you do me a favour?

Can you post links to your favourite Happy!fics, from whatever fandoms you think I may enjoy? Tomorrow (Friday) I am going to need copious distractions. Longer fics are even better. Sad!fic is not appreciate at this time. Also Tragic!fic, Death!fic, GratuitousViolence!fic, would be better left for another time. I want happy endings. Even and especially if they are AUs.

Thanks in advance!
windemere: (winter sunset)
LJ is hardly working for me so I might be very quiet for a while. This is the first time I've been able to post anything in two days.
windemere: (fili & kili)
I'm going to be lazy and, instead of posting them to LJ, just link to my account.

I committed fic and one of them, at least, is entirely Grav's fault.

If you asked me a month ago what the last fic I posted on to reach my 500k total in 2013 would be, I would have hummed and hawed and had no idea. Doctor Who? Thor? Hobbit? Some new fandom?

But of course, because in everything in my life I go full circle, it's Hobbit and it's about an elf.

Barrels in Winter: wherein Bard does some contemplating on how complicated (or not) his life is.

Hope Amidst the Darkness: in which Tauriel is not a trained healer, but she makes it work anyways. And does not, I repeat not fall in love with a certain dwarf.

I posted Tapestry already, right?
windemere: (Tardis)
So, Happy Christmas all.

It's DW Day again!
windemere: (Happy Yule)
The sun is returning! A very merry Yule to all my f-list!
windemere: (Barrels out of bond)
Wreck next December, I tell you, that will be me.

I'm not sure I need to warn that this post contains spoilers, but SPOILERS! Also, it rambles on a rather long way, so I don't really expect anyone to read it, but I need to work this out on 'paper' for myself.

A few things to start, in no particular order so that we can get them out of the way.

1) Martin Freeman, I LOVE YOU.
2) Everything Gandalf does is just awesome sauce. And nice guest spot by Radagast.
3) The entire scene(s) in Erebor were a hell of a lot better than I thought, and I had some pretty high expectations, let me tell you.
4) When I read the book, Thranduil's caves is the only thing I could never wrap my head around; elves, living in caves, wha? But I think PJ's version is perfect and the entrance was PERFECT.
5) Beyond a slight issue with Kili/Tauriel (see below) I have a newfound respect for Evangeline Lilly because WOW.

And now the slightly less intelligent stuff begins.

Grav made a very valid point about Two Towers several days ago, and it still stands. because TT has one of the best openings ever for a sequel movie and…this didn't. Seriously, it didn't. It felt like the opening for the EE, but this was the theatre version. Baring that, however, once we got over the initial PJ cameo and a lot of dirty looks from Breelanders, the movie got rolling with a bang. And then several more bangs.

I'm glad the Beorn stuff was short, I really am. It's boring to watch the dwarves kick around on holiday for a while. And the Mirkwood stuff that followed really set the tone for the rest of it. I loved the stoned dwarves and I seriously closed my eyes for most of the spider stuff, because after about two minutes I just decided nightmares were not worth it. But what I heard sounded pretty damn awesome, so I'm going with that. The set was spectacular.

And Legolas didn't bother me at all. I attribute this to the fact he didn't talk much.

Thranduil bothered me a lot, but I figured that one was coming. Because although Lee Pace looks a lot like Orlando Bloom, I thought the acting was a bit…off. Which is probably not his fault, really, but it bugged me during those scenes. The rest of the scenes in the woodland realm though, did make up for it. The dungeons, seriously, the DUNGEONS. And THE WINE CELLAR. And…someone I was with made a complaint about elves getting drunk and snoring but IT'S IN THE BOOK. And it was flipping hilarious. Also, possibly the moment I can identify loving Bilbo the most.

The barrels was better than I thought, though the CGI here was at it's worst. Now, I know from last year's experience that if I saw this in 48 frames (which is nearly impossible to do in England) then that wouldn't be an issue, so I can't really fault the movie for that. But it was annoying in regular 3D, but not enough that I didn't really enjoy the chase. I also laughed more than one should when the main heroes are being shot at by orcs.

Obviously the Kili getting hurt thing was massively contrived for later use in movie 3, but it did throw a nice chink in the works and the thing I LOVED MOST ABOUT THIS MOVIE was that half the time I didn't know what was coming. If you've not read the books, you can't understand what it is like to sit through one of these films and not know what's next. It's WONDERFUL. It was the thing I wished most about LotR and could never have.

Here is where I point out that I'm totally okay with the love 'triangle' except for the fact that I think Tauriel was nicer to Kili upfront then she should have been. I just needed one more scene were something happens to bridge that jump. But I'll imagine something in my head and it'll be okay (or I'll write something and it will be okay). Healing scene in Bard's house was another throwback to Fellowship, obviously, but Bofur gets the most marks for finding athalas and surviving an orc attack at the same time.

Bard. Laketown. BARD. That part is going to be so amazing in movie 3. I just, have no words. It was perfect. Luke Evans, thank you.

We don't need to talk about Gandalf again, right? Because the trip to the tomb of the Nine was unexpected and BLOODY COOL. And then Gandalf telling Radagast to go tell Galadriel what's happening is, really, going to pay off hugely in movie 3. But that part that's going to pay off the most is the part where Dol Guldur is empty of it's armies and Sauron's looking at other things and Thrain is going to bust Gandalf out of his - rather humiliating - predicament.

I said Erebor was perfect right? So we don't need to go into that again. I am happy to Bilbo & Smaug stuff, though fantastic, didn't go on any longer. I think they timed that perfectly. And yes, gold statue, hugely contrived, but massively effective too. The furnace room was pretty damn (I'm running out of words) amazing. And the fact that Thorin, after 150 years, still remembers how to do everything is a nice little throwback to him as a blacksmith in the years after. Even if the surfing down the river of molten gold was a gimmick.

One of the people I went with, who was worried she wouldn't like it, being a book purist, said she really enjoyed it…up until the end. She loathed the end. And I can understand why. But I didn't loath the end. I was wondering where they would end it and knew it ended on a cliffhanger, and this was, to me perfect. The look of utter despair on Bilbo's face is stunning (again, see point 1) above). And the cut to the song…nearly brought me to tears. Or would have, had aforementioned person not chosen that moment to lean over and say 'I hated that'. I didn't get to listen to the whole song too, but I've heard it before. I think it fit perfectly here. It really did what it was meant to.

Non-book people are now going to go out in droves and buy the book, if they haven't already. That would annoy me a lot not knowing the outcome. Of course, knowing the outcome annoys me because I know how hard movie 3 is going to be to top that.

In other words, I liked it. But it took me until this morning to realise that. I liked it more than movie 1, in fact. I have big hopes for next year.

But it's still not Rings. And that's no one's fault except Tolkien's.

In no relation whatsoever, I had a fight with my hair this morning and I lost. I had it all perfect except for one piece that wouldn't lie down and in my bid to tame it I destroyed the whole hairstyle. So it's in a ponytail now. Stupid hair.
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