Ah, life! Is full of things! Things like dog infections, and new phones, and movies, and music, and books, and OBSESSING OVER HIPSTER WHO OMG, and Los Gigantes! And too goddamn many appointments with healthcare professionals! Hence today's schedule which is full of "being lazy." And jumbled multi-everything posts.

- First, here's Where No Woman's new drabblefest for which I did the prompts! (I had to wait five months to post that set, no lie). You should come play! Also maybe take this poll about the ficathon we're doing.

Additionally, I put out a call for AO3 and/or Dreamwidth advisors for future WNW endeavors -- I do dream of someday moving the comm over although that won't happen without lots of planning and consultation with all involved, and I just don't have the energy to figure it all out myself -- and thought I'd mention it here too! I am in fact ALSO looking for possible partners in crime for the radical Star Trek politics comm dedicated to NON-HUMANS, which is currently sitting empty at oldlifeoldcivilizations, in time for 3 Weeks for Dreamwidth, so if you are interested in subverting either Trek ladies or Trek aliens in the world of open-source, please do give me a shout.

- All this reminds me that lodessa got me Star Trek Online for my birfday (joy!!!!!) and I can't play it because my HD won't Boot Camp (DESPAIR). ;__;

- Sandals. Do you wear sandals? I live in a wet-winter climate and my dog is an adventuresome kind of dog, so right when the rains began this winter I had this uncharacteristic flash of practicality and bought some nice rubber wellies that enabled me to keep up with Rue through all the muddy bogs she so loves. NOW it is spring, sun and warmth are starting to be a thing, and the sad Californian truth is, I am offended on a deep personal level when forced to wear socks. But the only sandals I've ever had were Birkenstocks in my crunchier youth (which later became extremely uncomfortable) and these FloJo flipflops I've been rocking for ten years. I am thinking about getting some practical, nice-looking, walk-worthy sandals.

This is difficult because my feet are kinda faily! I need serious arch support, and I have bunions which means individual toe loops tend to... miss my big toe completely. I would also very much prefer any sandals to be ethically sourced and not leather, and I'm prepared to spend a bit because I think good shoes are generally worth it. Where have you found sandals success? I feel not like myself asking this?

- Per wordsatourbacks's request: a zip of 44 Liz Phair rareties!

This is some lo-fi-ass shit. I collected the majority of them (aside from those labeled Juvenilia, which was an "EP" that was really Girly Sound songs repackaged as a single for "Jealousy" but I did buy the CD) via Napster when I was in high school in, like, 2001. They've lived through three different computers in my possession. And it's not like there are much better files anywhere in the world because these are demos Liz made on a four track at her parents' house that only circulated by tape dubs, or live bootlegs from the years when Liz hated performing live, and so the grain is permanently engrained.

And the thing is, they are so good. Putting this together I just fell in love all over again with "Batmobile." "One Less Thing," GOD, twist the knife, why don't you. "Sometimes A Dream (Is What Makes You A Slave)," oh, "You Have No Idea," to which I probably would have cried (if I could have cried, which I couldn't when I was a teenager). Ten years ago I was digging these up and while at the punk rock shows every person on stage was a boy who looked good, had his pick of the girls in the audience, and knew it, this was the blunt woman I came home to, my secret education in surly feminism. Liz was my first introduction to the concept of the male gaze. I do not entertain discussions of Liz Phair selling out, and I pine in vain for her to ever put out the indie-again album she's been threatening for years now, but jfc, there is nothing like the un-meddled-with art of the young and insolent.

so fire up the batmobile
'cause I've got to get out of here
it's the mouth of a gift horse, I know
but I gave it my best shot
I gave it my best shot
I gave you the performance of a lifetime
so I hope you all see
there just isn't a place here for me
I look around and feel
like somebody must be fucking with me
I just can't take any of you seriously
and I can't keep keeping myself company

Also... heaping demos of things that would someday be recycled for her albums. What up, like three different incarnations of "Shitloads of Money"?