mary: "I need a minute to let the classiness waft over me." ([misc] social network quote)
Dear DC Comics

Thanks for giving me such a succinct and easily understandable answer that I can give when people ask incredulously "you're not buying any DC books anymore? You?".

It's not just the obvious change, which is the weight. There's also her hair, her expression, her skin tone, her makeup, her clothes, her posture -- the entire presentation of the character has been altered in order to make sure that she's as mainstream "sexy" as possible.

I had a whole long entry planned out about signifiers and power and all of this other important shit, but the pictures side by side make me so incoherently pissed off that all I can really manage is Fuck You, DC Comics. I hope you get an awkward rash.
mary: Images of Stephanie Brown and Jason Todd as helpful ghosts ([dc] helper monkeys)
My essay 'Gotham's First Family' from the Batman Unauthorized collection is today's free essay of the day at Smart Pop. It's words! About stuff! :D
mary: ([band] lltpb)
I got my welcome letter for the Pottermore beta, finally. I'm in Slytherin, my animal's a black cat, and my wand is a 12.5 inch unbending sycamore with a dragon heartstring, which essentially translates to "Mary is a drama queen, stubborn, and likes seeking out new experiences" in wand-language. It's a fair assessment.

A few weeks ago I switched to using a Lush solid shampoo and look how great my hair is now! That's from ddoing nothing but brushing the knots out while it was still wet and then letting it air-dry, and the photo doesn't even convey the extent of neato flippity-ness that exists in-person. TRULY THIS IS MIRACLE PRODUCT.

Man, look at those sexy dark circles under my eyes. Hawt. Speaking of (that was the best-worst segue I've done in a while), Death Note! It's neat! I love it! I know I am the very last person on earth to get on the Death Note train, but it is truly glorious. It's genuinely tragic one moment and then oh god are L and Light really engaging in a psychological tango by an intense and overthought game of tennis the next. I cannot properly cope with how clever-stupid the pair of them are. I laugh out loud while reading the manga in public. I can't help it. Plus Near, Mello, and Matt give me all of the Robin feelings, and Misa is somewhere between pre-Crisis Jay and Harley Quinn, honestly.

You can take the girl out of DC-reading, but you can't take the DC-reading out of the girl.

I may have a publisher for the novel I wrote between October and April, aka New Novel, aka The Devil's Mixtape. It's a wee indie one in the US which my friend Narrelle suggested. I have a lot of feelings about this! There have been some crying moments, and not the happy-crying sort (which I mostly only get from Rumer Godden books and sometimes fanfictions) -- going with a small publisher (which I haven't yet, officially, but which is almost certainly how things are going to work out) feels like I've failed to be a success at this whole thing, yet again. Which is stupid! And a part of me knows it's stupid!

But still there are tears and feeling bummed, because another part of me remains convinced that all the publishing industry people I know, be they writers or editors or agents or whatever, think that I'm rubbish and, if they feel any emotion about me beyond 'she's rubbish', feel pity at me for my rubbishness. And even though hard-copy book stores are rapidly approaching status as an endangered species in Australia at this point, I still hold fragile girlish hopes of someday seeing my books for sale in book stores. Oh well, Hares & Hyenas might take a couple, I guess we'll see.

Next Novel (which genuinely doesn't have a title yet, not a good one anyway -- I suspect I can't just call it "A Biopunk Story About Feelings") is dragging a bit simply because I've been busy doing not much of anything useful.
mary: A picture of a woman sitting in front of a stained glass window, from Tarantino's Inglourious Basterds (Default)
I have finished part one of three of Next Novel, yaaaay! It is 28,527 words (after cutting 10,000 from the previous 25,000 count and trying again, ha) and written entirely in the tears of blood I shed while trying to beat it into submission. I am going to throw it at the usual people tomorrow morning and go PLEASE LIKE ME OH PLEASE.

Though I have broken up with DC Comics, I still adore Robins, and so commissioned this wonderful picture of Steph and Jason. Ugh I love them. They are going to punch so many crooks! And hit them with bricks and tire irons! Yaaay!

And oh yeah I guess here is a sequel to "Rescuers", that Captain America / X-Men First Class story that Audrey and I did. DOUBLE WOO!

By Audrey and Mary

When he wakes, it's dark and quiet and warm. He hasn't been this warm for a long time.

mary: Graffiti reading "your heart is a weapon the size of your fist. Keep fighting. Keep loving" ([misc] the heart is a weapon)
Hullo! It has been a while! I am sorry about that. I've been a bit all-over-the-place with nothing much useful to say, aside from endless tumblr-spams of gifs from The Social Network because augh, I love them so and I seemingly never stop having new thoughts about all the ways in which I love them, which I guess means that those Oscars it won were well-earned.

I've hit 25,000 words on Next Novel, which would be cause for more celebration if I hadn't started it in April. I know I've had the winter blues and also those good old-fashioned crazybrain blues, but come on.

(though now that I think about it I've also had a death in the family and enormous amounts of work stress, so I don't know, I guess 25,000 words is okay when I am so far out of my comfort zone with regard to genre and plot on this one. Still incredibly frustrating though, especially when the story I finished before this one is still in no-publisher-limbo and I remain solidly convinced that I will never be a successful writer ever no matter how hard I want it.)

But yeah, day job, man, it's been pretty soul-devouring lately. I'm burned out to the point where I don't even properly feel sad or stressed or exhausted anymore, I just feel like I wish I didn't exist. And I don't want to quit, because I know being the editor of a national publication before I'm 30 is something that no sane (or high-functioning crazybrain, in my case) person walks away from just because it's intense, especially not in a job climate like this. But it's really intense. I was sitting in the board room surrounded by print-outs of articles to proof yesterday and just crying, because I'm in so far over my head and I don't even have the energy to tread water, much less swim for shore.

Um, HAPPIER THINGS! Let's see. I no longer have a credit card, because I am going to actually Be Responsible With Money. Or at least make an effort in that direction. I've gained some weight, which I dislike, but I have a pretty new tattoo on my arm which I like, so that balances out for the most part.

I have been watching a fantastic anime called Tiger and Bunny with Audz and Erinna, and highly HIGHLY recommend it to anyone who loves superheroes. Even if you're not an anime person usually, give it a look, because it is so fucking good.

I have mostly broken up with DC Comics because they finally hit a point of fuckbaggery where I was too worn out with their shit to protest and have negotiated readings and all that other fan engagement possible with problematic texts. Congratulations, DC, you can go join Supernatural in the corner and think about just how misogynistic you have to be to drive away someone who cannot stop talking about The Social Network. Because, that is a fairly high bar of dickbaggery you have to be able to jump over, and you managed it!

Saw Captain America on the weekend and was excitedly planning out a sequel to Rescuers with Audrey before we were out of the parking lot. So, uh, that will be coming eventually! When I have braincells to stop squealing over Audrey's preliminary sketches and actually write the rest of the words to go with the pictures. Marvel movies, man. I dig them.

Speaking of, Spider-Man! I am excited about it! Because, you know, young wisecracking superheroes are kind of a thing for me. But also because it leads to things like this because I mentioned that I'm still kind of one-track-minded, right? And while being a long-time bandom-er means that I am more than used to the fourth wall not existing in the slightest, I still find it entertaining every time the flimsy construct/reality division we rely on in order to stay sane in real-people-based fandoms starts breaking down. The dream is collapsing! Anarchy in the streets! Flee for your liiives!


May. 23rd, 2011 10:29 am
mary: ([dc] hrm hrm)
I want to keep a record of where my brain is at lately. It's not particularly pretty, and is really fucking triggering. Don't click if these things are a problem, please -- my crap should not harm others also!

I don't want to make those who love or care about me worried, so also please don't read this if it's going to upset you on my behalf. I'm okay, I promise. I don't want you to be concerned that I'm in a bad place or anything. It's all oooooooookay.

blah blah blah Mary talks about writing and herself and body image and other stuff blah )

In happier news, I went out with a bunch of the usual suspects for Claire's birthday on Friday night, and it's amazing how good doing tequila shots and staying up until 2am having deep and meaningful discussions about the relative merits and disappointments of Never Let Me Go vs Black Swan feels. Friends! They're great. I love them.

Also I camwhored! Woo! Usually I wear more grown-up shoes than that to work, but the CEO was out of town on Friday and so I cheated a bit and wore boots.

OH AND MOST IMPORTANTLY, The Golden Rule. Justin Timberlake, Andy Samberg and Lady Gaga teach us all an important lesson about an important topic. I just. I cannot fucking deal with the beauty and magnificence. They are everything that is right and good in the world.

Also can we please talk about how Jason Todd is a strawberry blond who reads Pride and Prejudice? Comics you are my favourite and I love you ALWAYS.
mary: "I need a minute to let the classiness waft over me." ([misc] social network quote)
Somewhat Damaged

A Social Network / DC Comics crossover

by Mary

(The people who are to blame for this know who they are AND I HOPE THEY FEEL GUILTY ABOUT IT.)

Rating: General audiences.

Summary: Jason Todd steals Mark Zuckerberg's tires.

Read more... )
mary: (jason)
Melbournians of a comicsy persuasion! A fucking fabulous new store has opened, All Star Comics. The dudes who run it are really dedicated to making a shop that's open and welcoming to everybody, and they've achieved it extremely well. It's a fantastic shop and has a great vibe, staff with encyclopedic comics knowledge, and an excellent selection of mainstream, indie, and obscure. Also they have an Alien Xenomorph right near a big classic Rainbow Brite and some My Little Ponies on top of their shelves, which I feel encompasses many of any right-thinking person's pop interests.

Basically, GO THERE IT IS NEAT. I've set up a regular titles list there, and so should you.
mary: ([band] killjoys)
Theopteryx is doing a Killjoys art meme, for everyone to design themselves and their rayguns for the world of Danger Days. Since I've pretty much got my 'character', Sharpest Rose, worked out already, and also because my drawing skills are shameful, I just did the raygun part of the meme.

My raygun's name is Junior.

Pow pow pow )
mary: Images of Stephanie Brown and Jason Todd as helpful ghosts ([dc] helper monkeys)
I know everybody has already seen it, but Steph Brown's history of the Batfamily is so goddamn cute I have to repost it anyway.

I am the (k)night! )



Nov. 4th, 2010 08:06 am
mary: ([keywords] grow up so fast)
Thing the first: Red Hood scans. Oh Jason honey I love you and your amazingly amazing oedipal complex.

Way, waaaaaaaay too many sexual relationships in Gotham are initiated by the idea of "this is as close to sleeping with Batman as I can get right now". And when both partners are engaged in that same thought process, I'm pretty sure that's a bingo.

Also, hee! I love it when I get quoted as some kind of authority by posters. It's a small bright spark of momentary vindication in the endless litany of self-recrimination which is my wasted life.

Thing the second: Speaking of my wasted life. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah can we talk about how FUCKING AMAZING HOLY SHIT the Sing trailer is? SO AMAZING. I love this band and all the things they choose to be.

Okay I have an article, an interview, an assignment, some Etsy photography, some Etsy postage, writing, and house cleaning to get done before class tonight, so off I go. If I owe you a comment or an email I will get to it this afternoon, sorry about the delay, I am rubbish.
mary: Images of Stephanie Brown and Jason Todd as helpful ghosts ([dc] helper monkeys)
The images aren't up yet -- it's not actually published until the 8th -- but since Bryan tweeted the link, I'mma share it here. My interview with the current Batgirl writer. Gosh I like talking about comics.
mary: Images of Stephanie Brown and Jason Todd as helpful ghosts ([dc] helper monkeys)
Tiny Titans is one of my very very favourite comics at the moment; it makes me laugh out loud pretty much constantly and is frickin adorable.

And issue 33 has this page, which I am going to marry and adore forever, because OH MY GOD THE SHEER AMOUNT OF JOY AND LOVE AND VERY POINTED SNARK contained in just a few panels is kind of amazing.
mary: Edward biting Bella in her dream ([twilight] bella dreams)
I'm only on the fourth chapter, but the Twilight fic Luminosity is currently my favourite thing in the world.

It's brought to you by the LessWrong folk, and was pointed out by I_amthecosmos, and is just amazing.

It's essentially a retelling of Twilight wherein Bella is a rationalist. Which means it reads, to me, like a retelling of Twilight wherein Bella Swan is Tim Drake. I want it to exist in hard copy, because it's so enjoyable as a story and as a narrative voice.
mary: A picture of a woman sitting in front of a stained glass window, from Tarantino's Inglourious Basterds ([misc] modern saint)
Previously in 'Mary unlocks old fanfiction': stories from 2004. Now here are the stories from 2005.

A zillion million old stories! Plz r&r lolz!!!!1 )
mary: (jason)
The lovely Erin requested that I unlock my old Batman stories. So here are the all of the fanfics I wrote in 2004 (alas, in a Fit Of Flounce I deleted this journal's archives of 2001-2003, but that was pre-Batman anyway, so). I did a lot of Batman writing in 2005, as well -- I'll be unlocking that year, and the other subsequent years, over the next few days if I get a spare minute.

For now, however, I have Sherlock, pizza, and good friends, so I say toodles, and enjoy some oldschool stories from my broken head!


Blurred, as movement blurs (Smallville/Comics)

Five things that never happened to Rosie Cotton (Lord of the Rings)

An unbiased review of a likewise evenhanded book (Harry Potter)

The Art of Walking Backwards (Harry Potter)

Suspension (also see original post) (Batman)

Conversations with dead people (also see original post (Batman)

Spare (Batman)

Series by Mary and Te: The Angels You Need (Batman)

The things you can't forget (Batman)

Miss World (also see original post) (Batman)

Five things that never happened to Justin Thomas (Batman)

Burn black (also see original post) (Batman)

Conversations revisited (Batman)

Hold onto me (also see original post) (Batman)

Heaven tonight (also see original post) (Batman)

Reflect the sun (also see original post) (Batman)

Can't look you in the eye (Batman)

Post War Games ficlet (Batman)

Breaking glass (Batman)

On top of the world (Batman)

Little Black Dress (Batman)

The Stories We Tell (Batman)

Here and Now (Batman)

Another thing that never happened to the Robins (Batman)

In your pocket tonight (also see original post) (Batman)

Another thing that never happened to the Robins (again) (Batman)

Robin thing number four (Batman)

Five things that never happened to Carrie (Batman)

Five things number five: Gold (Batman)
mary: Images of Stephanie Brown and Jason Todd as helpful ghosts ([dc] helper monkeys)
The new issue of the Red Hood comic is SO GOOD. SO GOOD. Aside from the fact it looks really pretty, and functions as a very cleanly written short story, and is all about Jason who is, you know, my spirit animal, it was like a particularly bloodthirsty balm for my soul.

I make a standing monthly donation to World Vision's Child Rescue project, which fights against human trafficking. As I mentioned last night, I just finished watching season 2 of The Wire, which also gives a fair whack of narrative time to the issue. What I'm saying is, there are real-world things which I, personally, do to fight child slavery, in my own little administrative capacity. I've also just finished viewing a narrative in which the bad guys go largely unpunished and the vulnerable get exploited and harmed. So I get weighed down by the misery of the world sometimes.

And today I have discovered that, in those moments of being weighed down, there's just nothing more satisfying than reading a comic book in which your favourite vigilante cuts a bloody swathe through some child traffickers. Go Jay go! You are my favourite, baby, and this issue is your Crowning Moment Of Extreme Fucking Awesome. You are the wish-fulfillment power-fantasy whatevery thing that people say comics are meant to be.

Or maybe I'm just weird. But whatever, my journal is read by miraculous, glorious free spirits who make things like this heartbreaking work of staggering beauty (otp!!!) so I think you can deal with my daydreams of killing bad guys in the face.

(And those who read my twitter are subjected to a near-daily litany of 'I AM GOING TO KILL TONY ABBOTT' and variations thereof, so.)

SPEAKING OF COMICS, Red Robin is also amazing and excellent, because Tim makes up glorious mastermindy plans and gets his whole Bat-family involved and they are all super-badasses. Dick and Damian are the most endearing Batman and Robin team ever, and Steph and Wendy and Babs are a superstar taskforce of sheer determination and adorableness, and and and. Comics!

Remember years ago when Te and I wrote that series of stories about a Gotham City where Bruce Wayne was dead and the resultant configuration of the Bats was functional and worked together and actually communicated and stuff? WHO KNEW HOW TRUE THAT WOULD BE. I am going to be so bummed when Bruce comes back, you guys, because he's going to be a mean jerk to everyone and they'll all be sad and grumpy again and this moment of everyone being wonderful will just be a memory. :(



Aug. 4th, 2010 09:57 pm
mary: Comic-book image of Gerard saying 'A gazelle' ([band] gazelle)
I've finished two seasons of The Wire now and my love for Omar just GROWS AND GROWS. He and Jason Todd are MEANT TO BE TOGETHER, shooting drug dealers and beautiful love forever and ever, okay.

I knew this from the moment in season 1 when Omar tells his extremely pretty young boyfriend to watch his language. MY BULLETPROOF BRUCE/JASON KINK, RIGHT THERE.


Also it is totally weird seeing actors from, shall we say, less intense roles turn up on this show. Detective Andy Bellefleur, why are you a conflicted union boss at the Baltimore docks? McNulty, why are you the most trainwrecky trainwreck I have ever seen in any television show ever? How is Idris Elba so amazing? These are the questions which keep me up at night.

Over the past two days I have written about four thousand words of the hopefully second-to-last draft of book 5 (the last draft being when I print it out, check for typos, and tweak words before sending it to my publisher). It is kicking my ass still, but I am kicking back! Oh emo vampires. You are still worth the trouble. Mostly.

Um what else OH, I know! More cameos and stuff up at the Etsy shop. Since they got snapped up in a hot minute last time, I made some more. Next project: a whole bunch of tiny hairclips for ball-jointed dolls, at Erinna's request. Because I'm useful like that. Whee!

Tomorrow night I have a presentation exam in class, erk. That means I have to be coherent and stuff.
mary: A picture of the Fifth Doctor and Adric from Doctor Who with 'you're not my read dad' written on it. (adric five)
I thought about trying to write a post about Stuff, but then I decided I'd rather spam my journal with cranky little pre-Robin Jason Todd. Because he is and always shall be my boo.
mary: Images of Stephanie Brown and Jason Todd as helpful ghosts ([dc] helper monkeys)
I promised mrsfrankenstien that I'd re-post one of my Gotham stories from years ago, Jabberwock, back up if she let me see the paper she did about the story for her Gender and Popular Culture class. And since she's been super-fabulous and posted the paper, here is the story. Woop woop. :D

A Gotham AU
Rating: PG-13
Summary: A way it might have gone.

Read more... )
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