Off the prompt "cuddles."

I want to make another booze vid and complete that trilogy. I'm not sure where I'm going with it yet, though, because the sequence has been "we drink to get through the day" (Industrial Strength Tranquilizer), "my drinking has reached problematic levels" (I Drink Alone), so in terms of progression the third vid in the trilogy should be something like "I was on the wagon but I've fallen off again" or possibly "I'll just have one more but I can quit anytime." So I need a song on that theme and a fandom to attach it to. I'm avoiding thinking about the fandom that suggested itself last night by uh related incident below. Also I'm telling myself not to use "I'll just have one beer then I'll be right home" because it's by the Austin Lounge Lizards and I already used them for Industrial Strength Tranquilizer.

(Tony Stark had a conversation with me about my drinking last night, which was deeply disturbing and I think I hurt his feelings when I announced I wanted Steve instead. I mean, let's start with my Steve is already an independent personality in my head and I hadn't realized Tony was and I sort of hope he goes back to minding his own business because jfc. But also, he has an atypical perspective on drinking so I do not know how I feel about the advice he gave me.)(The two pieces of advice were: drinking had not made me feel better, so that was empirically a bad reason to have been drinking; and drinking was not why I felt bad in the first place, so I shouldn't beat myself up about it.)

The other trilogy I'm playing around with is uh, the one I hadn't realized wanted to be a trilogy. And I only have two parts of it bunnied. It's the dystopian trilogy; the final part would be the light-at-the-end-of-the-tunnel (there is paradise beyond the city walls) vid to "Woodstock." Either the first or second part would be "2000 light years from home," (I'm thinking first, it's the journey from here to the depths intro?) about when space exploration is mind-bending and breaking instead of exciting: like, Solaris, 2001, ha Planet of the Apes would fit on this list, Sunshine *might*, Alien, gosh, even Pitch Black, Event Horizon, Forbidden Planet, maybe Mission to Mars (which, like Solaris, felt very 2001 to me, though it's worth noting Solaris the novel predates 2001, something I didn't realize when watching the 2002 film), possibly parts of Farscape, maybe a smidgeon of the pilots in Dune. I'm still pulling this concept together; it's like, space horror, but a specific corner of space horror that overlaps with some other things? And then I have no idea what the song or theme of the middle vid should be; logically it would be a "when things have gotten as bad as they can possibly get" piece, but I need a specific genre pull that resonates with me a certain way. Even if it looks amorphous to outsiders. I'm sort of considering declaring "Dancer," the Tron/women refusing to be objects vid bunny, to be the middle one, but there's ways it doesn't fit (The Killers are not 60s psychedelic rock; it's not a lowest of low concept, it's a fighting back concept). On the other hand, it's in a angry feminist critique continuum with She Walks, to which the Woodstock vid was originally going to be a the spiritual successor.

Actually, I've just had an idea for the specific genre/trope of the third one (thought process: was contemplating David Bowie's song about 2001, then David Bowie in the Man Who Fell to Earth): the dystopic aspects of society on Earth, paranoia and distrust that when well-meaning aliens end up here, it goes badly for them or people who help them (like, the turn around FLIP from the outgoing journey in 2000 Light Years). Still need a song, but my brain is starting to pile up films: ET, god the whole hazmat suit sequence in ET, Man Who Fell to Earth, District 9, The Day the Earth Stood Still, things like K-Pax and 12 Monkeys and Martian Child might be relevant, Starman (ha, I was trying to figure out why my mother like that one, she's not usually a scifi fan, but Jeff Bridges really), Flight of the Navigator, parts of Close Encounters. I might even start putting in specific interpretations of the Frankenstein mythology, where the "monster" is justified and the villagers have pitchforks (The Island?). No idea what song I would be using for the detained/lab rat/distrust. Well, I know what ~5 years of material I need to be listening to.

I. Dear boss, fuck yoooooooou.
II. Sushi is nice. Booze is delicious.
III. Naps are unexpected.
IV. White Collar is so much better when they're not doing arc.
V. Red is adorable!
VI. I can haz festivid?
VII. Zonk.

I have just managed to get up from zonk. My brain is trying to convince me to write a Danger Days story about FTM!Party Poison, for which I blame niqaeli. By the way: I want to read fic about the Killjoys, but I don't want to read fic about the band, and I've spent particular effort not learning the names of all the band members precisely because I don't want to lose my brain down the timesink that is RPFandom. Can anyone rec me Killjoys fic that is JUST about the CHARACTERS of Danger Days and doesn't name them as band people?

This weekend someone should get me very drunk (to even the odds) and play me a game of Scrabble.

This is not a vid I made for Vividcon, this is a vid I made (primarily) at Vividcon. It's taken me a couple of days to finish it up because, you know, work, real life, family, and so forth, but I started paper-vidding on the plane to Chicago Thursday evening and it was 80% on the timeline when I left the badfic reading Sunday night. If you saw me vidding at con? This is what I was working on.

Vid: I Drink Alone
Vidder: jmtorres
Fandom: Leverage
Song: by George Thorogood
Warnings: Gunshot including muzzle flash; brief blood; five frame clips at 24fps (slightly longer than 1/5 of a second); alcoholism; jump cuts.
Summary: Manpain is funny.

Download link (please right-click/save-as): I Drink Alone (28.7MB avi) (link updated 24 March 2019)

( embedded from youtube )

So post-Premieres the entire con is trying to use the internets, and the internets (being crappy hotel wifi) are resisting use. Leading to a couple of people in my room positing Vividon/Internets non-con.

Meanwhile, we were discussing the vastly over-exaggerated, even mythologized stories of random hook-ups at Vividcon. Said I, "How many witnesses were you that time you were making out with someone in the restroom?" niqaeli does not recall, as she was very drunk that year. It is worth noting that when she started licking my ear in Club Vivid I dragged her up to the room, which may have led people to erroneous conclusions. In conclusion, we may have contributed to the mythology. YET SADLY WE HAVE NOT ACTUALLY HAD ANY VIVIDCON HOOK-UPS. Woe.

Every year I mean to do a big report linking to many vids I enjoyed. Every year I fail at this. It's like, I go to Vividcon, I take in lots and lots and lots, I get varying degrees of drunk, and then when I get back home I am too tired to write up any of it.

This year I was extremely drunk for Premieres. Not on purpose; we wanted to take the edge off of our nervousness, not unhook the balance and coordination synapses. I had one margarita with a splash of pineapple rum, mixed by niqaeli, so say, perhaps twice as strong as if I'd gotten it at House o' Meat downstairs? I was so sleep-deprived that this one drink had me clinging to the walls to walk. I would have spent more time flat on the floor before the show if I hadn't had to go piss. And then despite pissing right before Premieres, I had to leave a couple vids in to go again. The lovely Miss Katie, who was conducting research on vidding at the con, informed me that in Australian slang I was a Cadbury: wasted on a cup and a half. Apparently this slang derives from a Cadbury's commercial advertising a cup and a half of milk in the chocolate. jetpack_monkey had been complaining about how much he was having to drink to feel the effects, as usually he is the lightest of lightweights; I informed him that I had found his tolerance and wished to return it. A row in front of us, Laura asked if I thought my inebriation would last until second half of the show, when it mattered for us. I can't remember what I said. I do remember that it did. Clinging to the walls! Flat on the floor again as soon as the show was over. Also, wasted.

(The night previous for Club Vivid, settiai reported that the bar was giving weak drinks, had watered down her order of Jack, straight, and therefore it took her fifteen drinks to get to buzzed but "I'm not that drunk, sadly!" She added that actually drunk on her includes walking into walls. She then walked into both the fridge and the table, and continued to claim she was not that drunk.)

We went to the Star Trek room party after Premieres; I lasted through Amok Time (and suggested that as a corollary to mindmeld==brainsex, T'Pau was fluffing Spock) before I had to go upstairs and just barely manage not to throw up. Splitting headache set in. I wanted only for my head to stop hurting long enough for me to sleep. Eventually hotel security told the Star Trek party to keep it down and a couple of my compatriots fled back to the room where they found me sobbing on the couch and fed me ice chips until I could pass out. This was the only night of the con I successfully slept eight hours.

Then I went to vid review.

Somehow I feel that vacations: I am doin' it wrong.