Chuck Writes socks

Recently LJ let me know that I had less than two entries made in a series of journals and that it had been over two years since I logged into them. The journals were lord_kripke, bobby_sing_it, thehookman, spnl0v3r, and q_document, which means it's been over two years since I started writing The Chuck Writes Story: An Unauthorized Fandom Biography.

I didn't do much work on the socks, but I had to make all of the accounts, or else I couldn't use LJ formatting for any of the names. lord_kripke or even lord_kripke just doesn't look as authentic as lord_kripke, and it was important to me that the fic have an authentic quality (though The Ms Scribe Story, upon which Chuck Writes is modeled, just uses bold formatting, partly because many of the accounts it discusses had been deleted so it could not use the actual user name formatting). So anyway, the point is, now I have to re-log into all of the socks so that the names still exist if anyone reads the fic.

Sometimes I wonder if anyone looked at any of the socks or any of the links. There's a disclaimer at the top that says none of the links work, but it's not true. Most of them don't, but I actually made some of the posts and comments. At least one of the other links is a little joke, because it leads to a wrong but analogous thing. I can't figure out whether people noticed this and just didn't say anything, or whether they did but it wasn't really interesting enough to comment on. I do think I should have done more of it, but it was a lot of work.

Similarly I'm always kind of sad that no one has ever commented on the reference to q_document. Everyone in Carver Edlund's SPN fandom was trying to find out why they were all writing the same thing, and anon comments:

(Anonymous), 2011-06-03 8:18 pm, UTC (link): You guys do know this is about plagiarism, right? All of you were just stealing from q_document’s rpf.

(Anonymous), 2011-06-03 8:22 pm, UTC (link): *snorfle* The whole problem is no one can find q_document’s rpf. He took it off the internets when he left fandom!

I still think I am hilarious. I'm still really happy with that fic, and still sometimes desultorily work on a sequel. I wish I would just do it, but in some ways it's even more work than Chuck Writes was.

So I shaved my head today . . .

A few months ago my_daroga helped me bleach my hair, then dye it blue. I really wanted to dye it dark green--the color of Elphaba's skin, basically--but I couldn't find that color, so I dyed it blue. I used Manic Panic, which quickly faded to lavendar/pink/red/other, so my_daroga helped me do a turquoise on top of that. As she was dyeing it, our friend Hats points out that it looked awesome half-turquoise and half pink/red/other, so my_daroga left it like that, and for a while it was this really cool rainbow effect that looked a lot like what I imagine mermaid-hair to look like.

But anyway, for a while I've been just kind of bored/fed up/unhappy with my hair. For a while it was looking like Julia Ormond Sabrina, which is pretty much my ideal hair, but then I got a hair cut and it didn't look like that anymore. I don't actually care that much about my appearance, so I thought if I just shaved my head I could get rid of all the color and the hair cut and start over, and it would be interesting to see what I looked like with no hair.

I should amend my statement and explain that I care very much about my appearance, but only when I am reminded of it, which is rarely. Most of the time I truly do find it hard to remember that I have a body, a corporeal self, with corporeal surroundings. I really do believe that I'm the most abstract person I have ever had the opportunity to encounter, which is definitely romantic and interesting but also terribly inconvenient and kind of stupid. It's important to notice the real world and deal with it, but I am not really that interested in it. I know that I should be. I want to be. I want to be beautiful, and part of being actually beautiful is taking the time to iron your clothes and exercise and eat right and comb your hair and wear flattering clothes and shop for flattering clothes and do your laundry, but it exhausts me. I'm exhausted. Dishes and laundry and shopping and cooking and eating and dating and walking and sometimes interacting are often terribly boring to me, which is an extremely difficult and not very sensical way to live.

( wow, this went on way longer than I thought it would! It's about my hair and appearance and gender and idek )