How I come up with my brilliant ideas!

Forthwith I present an example of my creative process.

Premise 1: I have already established that Justine, head of Will and Absinthe's former clan, fled to Sunnyvale, California after the death of Will and his parents so she could avoid prosecution.

Premise 2: I have also already established that Gemini, Velvette's girlfriend and the person who vamped Pippilotta, has a distorted view of herself and her sexuality wherein she sees herself as a fat, sloppy slut.

What if Gemini was on a diet in an attempt to make her body conform to her supposed ideal shape?

What if her diet's mainstay was skim blood [on the same principle as skim milk]?

What if the skim blood originated in California, a state with known hotbeds of health fads and image obsession?

What if the skim blood had, as most diet drinks do, a sprightly, misleading name like Sunnyvale Lite?

What if Sunnyvale Lite was invented by my only Californian character, Justine?

What if Justine wanted to spread the success of Sunnyvale Lite from California to the East Coast?

What if she chose Boston as a new market because she wanted to prove to her old hometown that she had reformed and become a better, successful person?

What if she befriended Velvette and Gemini and witnessed Gemini abusing Sunnyvale Lite out of unhappiness?

What if Justine seriously questioned her status as a marketing guru who sells superficial fixes and preys on people's insecurities?

What if she began to suspect that she was still ambitious, impulsive, manipulative, callous and not really that different at all?

"Submittal": a useless word

Why do people use the word "submittal" to denote "a thing that is being submitted?" [I run across the term "submittal" in my work when I see discussions of applications, permits, supporting material and related stuff that organizations are supposed to hand to one another to get approval for things.] "Submission" is a perfectly fine noun for these things.

"Submittal" is a redundant and stupid word.

SUBMIT! SUBMIT SUBMIT SUBMIT!

Incidentally, in my job search, I came across a SUBMIT button for some online application labeled SUBMIT TO WEB SITE or something similar. I felt threatened.

I really like the word "submit." It comes from the Latin, "sub-," meaning "under" and the Latin "mit," meaning "to send." So basically it means "to send under," which is a fascinating literal and figurative connotation for submitting documents or submitting to another person. When I think of this word, I think of submarines diving below the surface, letters sliding under doors and people sinking slowly into genuflection.

I may also be biased toward the word because my greatX8-grandmother was named Submit Allen.

One of my dolls is named Submit. ^_^
 

Modern love walks beside me; modern love walks on by; modern love gets me to the church on time.

Jennifer Boylan writes in the New York Times [in the Style section, of course, because that's where all the sex- and gender-related concerns of women get relegated >:{ ] about her transition when her kids were very young and her decision to continue her marriage to her wife. She alludes to Frank as a memorable figure [singing Sweet Transvestite, no less!] in her historical search for self, and, as she worries how her boys will adjust to having a "maddy" [mommy + daddy], she sees them try to carve out their own identities in ways that echo her own. Wait for her son Zach's big confessions.

Hooray for happy families, flexible marriages, accepting kids and RHPS as a catalyst for developing one's own, non-heteronormative gender identity.

Goodies from Kinjou's package!

Kinjou, who, along with Andrea, is also God, sent me many wonderful 1:6 things, which I received today. Various LHFers immediately claimed some of the clothes. Here they are:

Will's sweatshirt and skirt come from a Takara Jenny doll. Stupendously, he fit! Davry and Sarah both have goggles from a Takara Jenny friend doll. Gemini wears an overshirt from a My Scene Masquerade boxer outfit and My Scene male shoes. Sibley wears a nasty jacket from a My Scene Masquerade rock star outfit. Dom's white shoulder sash is a scarf from a Takara Jenny friend. He also is wearing a strap on his leg [not shown] from some belt. Sarah is sitting on some sort of dresser/chair convertible plastic piece of furniture from a dollar store. ( Read more... )