I vote August for the Stream Con just because the sooner the better. It would be nice if the participants could kind of RSVP for certain times they are fairly sure they can commit to. I suggest this because there are specific writers out there that I'd like to be able to ask questions to and I can't do that unless I know what time they'll be on. So maybe if each participant can RSVP for just one specific hour, then I know I'll be able to catch them at least once during the con.
Hey there - yes as with the past two cons, there will be a timetable that lists who will be on at what time. This list will be made available probably a week before the stream.
When I said to have this one a little more organic I only meant it in the way that if a friend of this particular writer wanted to join in on their panel, they can just call in and do so instead of having to wait for a free spot to open up.
I know it’s been a while (my bad!) but I’m here and alive yay!
There have been some of you who have expressed interest about having another stream con and I hear you! So here’s what I’m proposing -
One last stream con because I’m aware the fandom is becoming more and more quiet these days, with fic writers slowly dwindling in numbers. So one last stream con BUT instead of the structured format we’ve had the last two times, lets do a 24 hour non-stop stream?
Think of it as a radio show maybe, with people calling in/video calling in whenever they want to join in a particular discussion. Just a constant stream of people talking about things they love, without a set topic or any restrictions (within reason) because after all it is the last one.
We can call it the Stream Con: Chaos Edition.
That’s not to say it’s going to be completely disorganised, because I think that would annoy me to no end. But just less structured and more … organic, in the way the stream is run.
I think this will have to be held in either August or September (I’ll have a poll) because unfortunately it is tax season here and I just won’t have time before then to do the necessary set up etc. The very first stream con, I believe was held in September, so it could be like a one year anniversary send off if we do have it then.
In any case, it’s still early days, and I’m happy to take suggestions and ideas either here on Tumblr, or Twitter (@castleficstream) or email ([email protected]).
when I try to hear this in my head my mental voice is incapable of pronouncing it fast enough to fit the timing of the line
“noooo oooone… adjksjfksfjslenry like Gaston!”
and when I try to fit it to one of the longer such lines, my mental voice becomes too confused about conflicting scansion to continue
No one’s droll like Gaston,
No one’s swole like Gaston,
No one fits his assigned gender role like Gaston!
For there’s no one online half as phony,
His tinder’s got dick pics to spare,
You can ask any neckbeard or brony
They’ll show you (no homo) whose trilby they’d wear!
No one drawls like Gaston
Or catcalls like Gaston,
Or manspreads on the train in a sprawl like Gaston!
I’m especially fond of the paaaatriaaarchy!
My what a guy that Gastooon!
It’s not smart, it’s not brave. It’s just cowardly.
She thinks about what he said, and didn’t say, all night. Doesn’t sleep for the bitterness in his words as they confronted the reporter, as Leanne West insisted she never meant for anyone to die.
And as the sun dawns, all Kate can see is the hard look on Rick’s face in interrogation, how he wouldn’t look at her.
Is he Rick now?
Yeah. God. The intimacy between them…
They’ve turned this interesting corner since the winter broke up and her anxious grief loosed its hold. The holidays aren’t good for her, but she damn well tried, every single day, to keep that from building back those walls. Therapy twice a week, and then pushing herself to connect with Castle even if it all she could manage was letting him see her true face, smiling or broken, either way.
He’s been rock solid.
Until this case. She can’t put her finger on it; she can’t tease out the reasons why their parting at the precinct left her on edge, confused.
I walked into a bookstore today. Not a big, grand one - not a chain store like Borders or Dymocks, but a cute local bookstore. The one person manning the cashier's counter turned to look at me and her eyes lit up. Her smile stretched across her entire face, as though I was the first person she'd seen all day (and I probably was, despite it being 1pm).
I smiled back nervously at her, did that thing you do with the small wave that hopefully conveys the 'I don't need help, just browsing, thanks.' message well enough so she wouldn't come over and start asking questions or God forbid, strike up a conversation with me.
And then I ducked behind a giant display of cooking books, well out this (presumably) nice girl’s sights, feeling all sorts of guilty.
Guilty, because despite the welcome smell of new pages waiting to be turned, despite the shiny, pristine, colourful front covers calling out to be cracked open, I knew I wasn't there to actually buy anything. This wonderful, unassuming little store in the middle of the mall wasn't going to have the pleasure of having my money today.
I had a list of five books on the Notes app of my phone. Title, author, genre (because you never know how bookstores are organised these days). I made a beeline to the first shelf and almost immediately found the book I was after on the 'Currently Hot' section (Michael Crichton's Dragon Teeth, by the way). I admired the cover for a quick second, the bright orange was captivating and the black silhouettes conveyed just about enough mystery. Then I flipped the book around and scanned it, found the price - $39.99 and very quickly put it back on the shelf.
A quick tap tap tap on my phone later and that very same book was in my Book Depository cart for $10.99, with free shipping.
It's so unfortunate that it's come to this - that capitalism and just plain trying to live within my own means has reduced me to being this sneaky person creeping around a little bookstore flipping books around to see if they'd be cheaper elsewhere.
I want to support bookstores. I really do. I want to keep them alive, the brick and mortar stores that cater to everyone's tastes, where you can just stumble upon a book that had been left on the wrong shelf, in the wrong genre, that might somehow turn out to be one of your favourite books. I love being able to browse, reading all the synopses, pulling out a bunch of books to see if any of their covers catch my eye (yeah, okay I totally judge books by their covers, sue me). It’s a completely different experience to scrolling on a website where you have to already know beforehand what you’re looking for. It’s passive. Uninteresting. Boring.
But it's not like I don't understand why there are differences in the prices either. I do. Amazon owns the internet. Well - enough of the internet anyway, that they can afford to drive prices on their subsidiaries like the Book Depository down. And that's again, the work of good ol' capitalism. But I guess until I get to a stage in my life when the $20 difference per book doesn't feel like a lot, these stores will merely serve as elaborate price checking tools for me. And I hope when that day comes, there still are bookstores like this little one around.
It’s not smart, it’s not brave. It’s just cowardly.
She thinks about what he said, and didn’t say, all night. Doesn’t sleep for the bitterness in his words as they confronted the reporter, as Leanne West insisted she never meant for anyone to die.
And as the sun dawns, all Kate can see is the hard look on Rick’s face in interrogation, how he wouldn’t look at her.
Is he Rick now?
Yeah. God. The intimacy between them…
They’ve turned this interesting corner since the winter broke up and her anxious grief loosed its hold. The holidays aren’t good for her, but she damn well tried, every single day, to keep that from building back those walls. Therapy twice a week, and then pushing herself to connect with Castle even if it all she could manage was letting him see her true face, smiling or broken, either way.
He’s been rock solid.
Until this case. She can’t put her finger on it; she can’t tease out the reasons why their parting at the precinct left her on edge, confused.
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