time and relative dimension in space

Has anyone ever done a full-blown modernization of Hamlet? Either movie or book, I don't care. Because I have an idea for one and I want to make sure it hasn't been done before I start trying to write it. And no, this has nothing to do with my literary crush. Okay, yes, it's totally about the Horatio!Love and indulging in that.


In other news: EIGHT DAYS TO NIKI!!!

New layout by nikiness! Worship her! Because it's beautiful. :D Have I told you lately that I love you, darling?

Current to-do list:

All kinds of stuff for "Still Life With Iris", of which I am Assistant Stage Manager. (Prop list first.)
Get more work-study hours in. I need money. If anyone would like to donate money to my survival, I am amenable.
Homework. Lots and lots of homework.
Fics for 20_inkspots. "One Song Glory" is almost done. Hopefully.
I am going to get "Another Day" written if it kills me.
Charlie and Liam in Dresden for "Backstage".
Chapter Seven: Sule
The rest of "memories are overrated"
February contest vid for Lost Video Island
Figure out the exact method to use to get to the Orpheum on March 14th. (I have my ticket. It's beautiful. I stared at it for half an hour in adoration. I consider building a shrine for it but then I wouldn't be able to use it, and really that's why I love it.)

Also, sleep. If I can manage it.

Hopefully, Chapter Seven will be coming soon. If I can get some writing time. And inspiration.

fandomfrom3

Yeah, I joined the bandwagon and created a journal for all my fandom stuff--mostly fics, but whenever I do any artwork that I like well enough to share it'll go up there too.

fandomfrom3

If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, even if we don't speak often, please post a comment with a memory of you and me. It can be anything you want, either good or bad. I promise not to come after you with a spatula, either way.

When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people remember about you.

Taken from rommies_voice

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in
another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the man who died when the paramedics stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn't have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

I am the gay man who spent over half a decade trying to deny who I am and who I love because God supposedly says I should.

Please repost this if you believe homophobia is wrong.