( Battlestar Galactica fiction is as follows: )

Had the unholy idea to make a Faces of Gaius Baltar lj moodtheme. I'm not nearly there yet, mostly brainstorming ideas for what faces I want to use where. Some are obvious and some are less so. If you have any suggestions, please. ♥

( for the code to organize it so I can see it all at once. )


I'm also going to go ahead and submit the bid that Gaius Baltar is the most interesting man in the universe. He has more different careers than anyone else (Scientist, Politician, Revolutionary, Cult Leader, with Lee Adama coming in second with Military, Legal, Political.) He sleeps with more discreet models of cylons (Three, Six, and Tory) and is the only one to score more than three different versions of the same model (Caprica, Gina, Leda). He's the only one on the show to get a threesome. He's the only non-military character who gets to wear military garb (twice!) He has devout followers. He has hallucinations. If he wasn't so much fail for so many other reasons, I would think he was a serious Mary Sue.

Kind of a weird day. I got down to school and my first class was cancelled and I had another one at four so I decided to go hide in the studios. This is a decent sized little building- studio space for fourteen people (ten spaces), with two bathrooms and a small kitchen setup, but almost all the time I'm alone in here. I'm also freezing. And I'm listening to Bobby Vinton on youtube on top volume instead of filling out my GAP grant application for class or doing any video editing or anything.

I want a space heater. I should do something to get my brain engaged. Writing or sketching or anything. Anyone have a particular fic of mine that they heard about that I'm being lazy about writing? Something I promised you I haven't written? Make me write it please.

Aw, someone just walked in, I guess that means I should stop playing Blue Velvet on repeat.

ALSO: Anyone who has ever watched any LOST or just wants to watch some pretty ridiculous Ian Somerhalder antics, click here.

I guess what I'm wondering is- would an art piece work as a collection of documents, images, videos, webpages, files, audio pieces and whatever that are organized into folders and navigated by the viewer? What I really want to accomplish is that an experience builds in the viewer's mind. I think I need some kind of hook- some kind of introduction- maybe a desktop image designed with annotations and places for the folders to go? Text piled onto the images? I want to find ways to go far enough- to let people engage to the level they want- but not go too far. I don't want it to be an overwhelming mass, just an engaging way for people to experience roleplay and character and obsession, with really living as someone else.

Still not sure yet. Thoughts? I could really use more conversations about this.

Visions, Laura/Gaius/Head!Six, NC-17

God Made Flesh, Gaius/Doral, your god of war, NC-17

Elysium, Gaius/Caprica/Anders, PG (but I do have a bunny for the rest.)

I cut some messy bangs into my hair this morning. I meant them to be cheekbone length but the scissors slipped on the second side and they're like... eye length at the shortest and down to my jawbone at the longest (though gradual). I think they'll look okay but not great.

I went to see Where the Wild Things Are with my parents yesterday for my birthday. It was really well shot and really sculptural- the fortress that the Wild Things make and the little mountain and dirt model that the one Wild Thing made were just really gorgeous, simple sculptures. I did cry at the end. Then I cried in the restaurant. It was kind of a weird day.

Trying to write pornbattle porn. Still kind of overwhelmed by the sheer number of prompts. Also totally stressed out by the presentation we had to do the other day (for some reason I'm still stressed and its over.)

Title: Alien Wonder-Land
Rating: PG
Pairing: Gaius/Caprica
Notes: Written for nicole_anell for the Sweetest Day drabblethon


( A brilliant pulse raced through the room... )

I've been busy and inspired- maybe too inspired- lately. I have too many fic ideas to write, too many serious ideas (like for the Cult) to write. I have at least three video projects I should be working harder on. I have a couch to finish upholstering. I'm reupholstering a couch in the same muslin that my Surrogate is made out of. Mostly I'm making a little world for her out of her own skin, which sounds kind of creepy but I'm hoping it won't look that way.

I feel so much less self-assured than I did freshman year. I don't feel like my art is so amazing it will wow people. I'm trying to find things that I find important to do instead. I'm not really sure why this has changed- maybe I've found out I wasn't as good? Maybe I'm scared that once I don't have assignments I won't make art anymore. But I also think there is an upside, that I'm more open to ideas, more willing to play and to see what needs to be done. I hope. That or I'm just scared I'm not good enough and hiding it that way.

The BFA show seems so soon and I'm still not sure I'm ready to have so many people see my work. I'm worried its too literal, too obvious, that everyone will get it right away. I'm scared no one will get it. That I made a piece about loneliness and I'm trying to build it into a piece about identity (because I think I'll be projecting other faces (fictional faces) onto the Surrogate's face) and it will speak too much of one and not enough of the other. Mostly I'm having a hard time deciding how to make this message of flexible identity into a piece that's actually interesting to look at, to think about, and I'm worried either I can't do it or if I do no one will care.

Oh also! The new pornbattle is going to fall on my birthday. Will anyone write me porn?

6 hours to render a half hour's worth of AVI footage. This makes me feel like a certain doctor with 60 year's worth of work. And this is just for an attempt at a fanvid.

Meme: Who was I thinking of when I wrote this? No fair cheating if you match it up to something I've mentioned. Fandom is BSG. I guess I should leave a hint that the clothing mentioned is important and Baltar is not a participant.




He ran a hand up her slim hip, sliding her tanks up her skin, revealing her navel, her stomach.

"Are you sure?" he breathed against lips that were no longer thinking of his.
"No," she admitted, and he settled his arm around her waist, allowing her to cry into his shoulder.