rhoda_rants: (juliet)

A few of these I did as commissions for various people elsewhere on the interweb, but most I just did 'cause I was bored. I'll be uploading more later. Let's start with movies, shall we? (I'm not the best icon-maker on the net, but boy is GIMP fun!) No Twilight (yet), but give me time. Feel free to download, upload, and credit me, of course.



More under the cut )
rhoda_rants: (death)

Title: Colored Glass
Author: [personal profile] rhoda_rants
Permission to archive: sure
Genre: romance; one-shot; comic-verse
Rating: PG-13 (nothing terribly objectionable, just kinda dreamy and weird)
Summary: Harley muses over her deteriorating mental state, in a rare moment of introspective clarity just before she loses it altogether.
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, don't sue.
Author Notes: Thanks a bajillion to [livejournal.com profile] polskipiwo , my very helpful - and very patient! - beta.

Story under the cut )
rhoda_rants: (death)
I've mentioned once or twice how much I love, love, love to read. And how diverse - almost to the point of schizoid - my interests are. I also believe that knowing what a person is reading can give you a healthy insight into their personality. So I've decided this might be a good time to introduce you to the books strewn about my room within easy grabbing distance.

Words, words, words. )
rhoda_rants: (firefly)
Brace yourselves, gang: This is a rant-tastic rant. Also known as "Rhoda Hates Her Job" version 8.0. It ain't all bad, but I'm putting it under a cut today because it's loooooong.

Are we ready?

Okay, GO! )

And for the less annoying parts of my day: I did get my cousin a baby shower gift, didn't wind up stretching my checking account to the breaking point to do it, polished off the rest of my mom's b-day present, got my copy of New Moon back from my previous manager, and bought myself the Watchmen soundtrack. So there. (It's all kinds of epic, by the way. Can't WAIT to see the movie, but I gotta finish the graphic novel first.)

Incidentally, I'm more likely to stretch my checking account to the breaking point if I'm spending money on loved ones rather than myself. Not sure why that is. Maybe because this is a time-sensitive gift, and all the stuff I have on my list (such as the Tale of Two Sisters DVD) isn't going anywhere no matter how long it takes me to buy it. I've been told I have the patience of a saint. It's been tested more than once, but I try to keep it going.

In other news: The Joker lives on. If you're not following TheJokerBlogs on YouTube, you need to be. I'm not normally a big advocate of fan-made nonsense, but this is pretty damn impressive. And hell, since Chris Nolan can't follow the Joker/Harley storyline anymore, someone has to. However it's a good thing no one knows who that kid is yet, because the fangirls would be on him like white on rice if they did. (Yes, I'm totally including myself in that group. Psycho is sexy.)

Lurkers are quitters. Give me some comment love, peeps!
rhoda_rants: (thundercats)
So, bad news first: my puppy dog might have cancer. Mom's at the vet with her right now (along with our other dog, just for moral support of course). I'm hoping against hope that it's not that serious, but I'm bracing myself for the worst right now. Send some good vibes my way, folks!

And some not-so-bad news: I finally have enough downtime now to read Watchmen, so I'm slowing making my way through it. I refuse to see the movie until I'm all the way through the novel. But of course, the movie poses a different problem: I don't like going to movies by myself, but I know my mom won't want to see it, and neither will my dad (well, no, he wants to, but I'm not going with him - I know it's going to freak him out, and I just don't feel like listening to him complain about how depressing and morally reprehensible it is on the way home).

In LJ-world, this is what I'm up to: Joining  a HarleyxJoker community and hoping to get a Beta for my fanfic, and grabbing some cool icons while I'm at it. I might put up a post soon with my 'Sparkle Motion' graphix and send it Cleo's way, in the vain hope that she'll archive it and link it on her site. (One can hope, right?)

Anyway, my plans for the rest of the day are as follows: Do laundry; go through the huge pile of mail; check the gift registry for my cousin's baby shower; get a start on my taxes. We'll see if any of that actually happens.
rhoda_rants: (jackson rathbone)
This might be completely unnecessary, but Rhoda's bored, and there's this nice, convenient blog right here waiting for me to post on it, so here goes nothing:

I did not come up with the term "motley" - at least not as it applies to myself - on my own. During my senior year in college, I spent a semester abroad in London, and in my Shakespeare class (one of two - the other was more literature-based, this was more drama-and-local-history-based; yeah, I'm that kind of nerd) I met a girl called Elisa who decided it suited me. "Motley," of course, is a word generally used to describe the outfit worn by the "fool" character in a play. These days it conjures up an image of a brightly colored, hat-with-bells-on, harlequin style court jester. But originally, the word refered to a raggle-taggle assortment of pieces that are indeed, brightly colored, and sometimes fun, but often mismatched and nonsensical. Think early Madonna or Cindi Lauper if they'd been transplanted to Elizabethan England, and you'll about have it. Better yet, think of Heath Ledger's Joker in The Dark Knight, because that, my friends, is modern motley. (Motley-punk, if you will.) (Incidentally, I threw the 'Core' on the end just because I thought it sounded cool. And that's really the only reason.)

Still with me so far? Good. So in the Shakespeare class, our final project required us to select one scene from one of the plays we'd studied that term and perform it for the rest of the class. Elisa and I chose a scene from Twelfth Night, and I took the role of Feste - the fool. (She was the heroine whose name I forget and can't be bothered to look up at the moment - she was in disguise and attempting to get into a party by way of matching wits with me, guarding the door.) As I didn't have a court jester's outfit on me at the time, we went old-school with the costumes and I just threw a bunch of random things together, as many layers as possible - rainbow-striped knee socks, red-white-and-blue pinstripe waders, green-and-purple plaid over gingham, a fuzzy hat and a bright pink jacket. Oh yeah. I went all out. After class that day, we were meant to go on a mini walking tour of London with our teacher to check out the important sights in Shakespeare lore. I was a little worried that I'd stand out in that nutty get-up, but Elisa assured me that A) this is London after all, everyone dresses weird, no one will notice; and B) in a weird way, it totally suits me. I am a bit motley.

So then I started thinking about that. She's right - I am motley. I don't fit snugly into any particular category, but I choose what I think of as the best bits of many, many different ones. A few examples:

I have gothish tendencies, but I can't call myself a full goth. I don't care about The Cure, I don't always dress in black (although it happens by accident sometimes), and I don't (always) hate life. However, I do read quite a bit of Victorian poetry (Browning and Tennyson are faves), I think cemetaries are romantic, and I love, love, love vampires.

I'm not a total comic nerd because my collection isn't anywhere near full and the only reason I know about Watchmen is because they're making a movie of it now. But I did read a lot of X-men growing up, I have a full set of Neil Gaiman's Sandman graphic novels, and I take a firm stance on the Marvel vs. DC debate. (DC, dammit. Two reasons: Batman and Vertigo. So there.)

I'm well-versed in science fiction, but I'm not a full-out geek for two simple reasons: One, I don't have the time or energy to devote to the scientific theory behind the fiction; Two, I still have a lot of reading to do that may or may not happen depending on where my priorities go book-wise. However, I can recite Isaac Asimov's 3 Laws of Robotics from memory (and am familiar enough his 'verse to know that the Will Smith movie was a fucking travesty without even having seen it), I've read Orson Scott Card's entire Ender saga, and I own a director's cut DVD of George Lucas's THX1138.

I'm also afflicted with what I've affectionately named The Fangirl Gene, and that takes up a lot of time, especially on the internet. More on that later.

So you see, I don't know everything there is to know about any of my beloved fandoms. That doesn't mean I love them any less. It means I have a short attention span, my obsessions come in bursts, and I devote myself to different aspects of fandoms for different reasons, and occasionally come back to one to pursue a line of inquiry I hadn't previously been interested in. I'm a motley. I have a thousand different bits and pieces, and they may not look like they all fit together, but they all fit me.

Gold stars and instant friending for anyone who actually read that whole thing. Show of hands? Anyone?


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