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Project For Awesome!

It's Project for Awesome Weekend! P4A is a way to use the power of YouTube to promote charities. Visit: for more info, videos, etc.

I made my first P4A video this year! It's not super great because my video editing software is whatever came with my computer, but I got a kick out of the final result:

Check out all the videos and comment/like them to promote them. Let charities take over YouTube for a weekend and spread the word about awesome ways to decrease world suck!



For years now, I've noticed this wonderful thing that happens like magic whenever someone mentions 9-11. The mood in a group or conversation completely changes. It softens. The memory hurts us all. And then, suddenly, people start sharing where they were when it happened and how they found it. Ten years later, people still talk about it. We have a need to share--with friends, with family, even with people we've just met. And we have a need to listen. Even if we didn't know anyone personally who died, it still touched us--and continues to touch us. It's something we all share and something we all have to remember. There is power in remembering.

Please feel free to comment here with your own story.

This is mine.

I was in Operating Sytems class, taught by the head of the Virginia Tech computer science department that morning. After class, I walked over to McBride to meet with my adviser. I ran into him in the elevator on the way up to the CS floor. Someone said that a plane had just hit the World Trade Center. Someone said it was a small plane and possibly the person in the plane had died. It sounded like some accident involving faulty navigation or a noncommercial plane. When my adviser and I got to his office, we tried to pull up CNN and then all the other news sources, but everything timed out with too much traffic overloading their servers. My adviser and I had a super quick meeting, thinking nothing more of it. Afterward, there was something to sign--a form or timesheet for my graduate research hours or something like that. So we headed to the main CS office. And that's when we realized something was very wrong.

One of the office interns was in tears. Everyone was listening to the radio or scrolling through news stories. The plane had not been a little one.

I headed home, but I needed to get gas to get 1 mile up the hill to my apartment. I stopped at the gas station at the bottom of the hill, just off campus, and tried my credit card. The reader was down. That was odd. I tried again with a different card. Still nothing. Luckily, I had $3 in cash, which was enough for gas to get home and back.

I got to my apartment and turned on ABC just as the second tower fell.

Fom then on, I was glued to the television set. Peter Jennings was like my lifeline. I called my mother up in Northern Virginia. She said my dad (a government employee) was fine. I can't remember now if he'd been sent home and was on the beltway somewhere or if there was a lockdown for a little while. But I remember being worried about him until she called me and told me he was home safe. That was after the towers fell. And after the plane hit the Pentagon. And after the plane went down in Pennsylvania. Every single second of the day, I watched the news. I'd turn the volume up so I could hear it from the bathroom even. I just sat there watching and crying and hoping.

I remember that night, when my boyfriend and I finally ventured outside. The streets were empty. We drove over to our favorite Japanese takeout place for dinner. We ordered and then sat there watching the TV that was on. Other people were sitting at the little tables, silently eating and watching the news coverage as well. I had this sense that, though the news was just showing the same thing over and over, there was something about watching it that was reassuring. It was quiet and strange. Maybe it was just that no one had words for it yet. No one knew how to talk. So we all just watched and waited for it to make sense.

I remember sleeping in front of the television. I remember waking up repeatedly to updated death & missing totals.

I remember going to Creative Writing class the next afternoon. We didn't talk about the current assignment. We didn't talk about the class at all, actually. The professor (a graduate assistant, I think, or maybe he was just a really young teacher) waited for us all to sit down and then he said that the lesson was canceled but we could just sit and write or sit and talk about it with each other. And so people shared. We talked about where we'd been and what we knew so far. We talked about how we all watched the news or listened to the news. We were a small class of people who didn't know each other because it was mostly non-majors taking this for a core requirement, but we all had this shared experience. We reacted to it differently but also in the same way. It was cathartic to be away from the television and talking about it. It was nice having a chance to share our emotions and thoughts with other people who understood.

I can't remember how long it took me to stop watching the news coverage 24-7. I can't remember turning off the television or switching the channel. I just remember life stopping and the whole world holding its breath in shock, then crying. The images of all those flyers of people missing. The president saying stupid things about going shopping. The seriousness even the Daily Show had. Everything was suddenly categorized as Before or After. I wasn't alive when JFK was killed, but soon 9-11 became an actual term everyone used, and then it became the defining event.

I visited Ground Zero for the first time a few weeks ago. I ended up following a group of a few hundred (a few thousand?) motorcycle riders there for a remembrance ceremony. I was amazed at how far along the construction of new buildings is. But I appreciate the displays and museum (which wasn't open yet). And I appreciated having a chance to just be there to quietly reflect. On the drive back home that same day, we passed the Pentagon. And it's rebuilt and functioning. For all the horror and loss and suffering--the lives lost on board the plans, in the towers, in the aftermath; the families destroyed; the first responders now developing illnesses; the soldiers and casualties in the Middle East--we're still here. We all still remember.


I need your help to get pink hair!

My run-off vote for hair color ends tonight, and pink isn't anywhere close to winning! Purple is fine, but I really want pink Tonks hair. Please donate (even $5 or $10 helps) and vote for pink!

You'll be helping me stay out of debt, you'll be supporting a great convention, and you'll be making sure I get to embarrass myself in front of a hundred convention-goers (and everyone in my normal life) in proper Harry Potter fangirl style.

Please donate & vote Saxon today! Er, I mean, vote pink. That's it. Pink.

Helping Japan!

I have an item up on help_japan now!
4 Packages: A Year in the Life of a Fangirl with Too Many Hobbies

I'm completely flattered and thrilled that the bidding is currently at $105! I started it at $20 thinking no one would bid. Who knew all my fandom obsessions and hobbies that have me collecting books and heading out to random historical places could be so interesting to other people? I'm SO excited about putting together these packages every season now and am so glad I can do a little to help this awful situation in Japan.

Also, I'm still in the winning spot for a couple items I've bid on and I'm stalking a couple other items. Yay. Fandom auctions are my favorite. You get neat stuff AND you help an important cause. There is NOTHING better (which is why I'm in the HPA, don't you know).

Anyway, if you want to buy me in a box (actually, 4 boxes), head on over and bid!


FIC for HC_Bingo: Galu

Fic I wrote for hc_bingo:

Title: Galu
Author: KateKintail
Prompt: minor illness (cold, allergies)
Medium: Fic
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Pairing: Legolas/Gimli
Rating: PG
Warnings: none
Summary: Legolas is ill and Gimli makes a suggestion.

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Happy Christmas Eve, flist!

Who can resist a video about Teddy Lupin? I know I can't (and I still can't make it through without crying; that hat gets me every time).


Thousands and thousands of free books. Tours of the largest library in the world. A handful of different release walks. Trips to battlefields, the national zoo, historic towns, Poe landmarks, and a local book festival. A literary museum hopper hunt. Author speakers. Tons of fun games and great prizes. Socializing with other BookCrossers.

You won’t want to miss all the excitement at the 10th Anniversary BookCrossing Convention in Washington, D.C. on April 15-17, 2011. Registration is open now for only $150 and there’s a payment plan available. The price increases on January 1, 2011 so register now to save money!

Once you register, you’ll be able to reserve your spot in some of the activity choices and purchase extras. If you register in December, you’ll also get 10 free raffle & prize tickets in this limited time offer.

If you have any questions, feel free to contact us:

FIC for HC_Bingo: Unavoidable

Fic I wrote for hc_bingo:

Title: Unavoidable
Author: KateKintail
Prompt: body dysmorphic disorder
Medium: Fic
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: None… exactly
Rating: PG
Warnings: See the prompt
Summary: For most of his life, Remus John Lupin had perfected the skill of avoidance.
Notes: I have never written anything like this before. I tried to treat the prompt with respect; I hope it’s all right but I apologize if I f-ed anything up.

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FIC for HC_Bingo: Rule 18

Fic I wrote for hc_bingo:

Title: Rule 18
Author: KateKintail
Prompt: Wildcard
Medium: Fic
Fandom: NCIS, Xanthe’s BDSM Universe; set during the time when Gibbs has collared all members of his team. I did not invent this universe and take no credit for its amazingness.
Pairing: Unrequited(?) Gibbs/DiNozzo
Rating: PG
Warnings: Minor references to Xanthe’s BDSM Universe, where people are more open about sex and are defined as tops or subs. This story uses the universe but doesn’t go into the details of their relationships.
Summary: Tony has just emerged from a freezing cold river, but he doesn’t care about his own health as much as he cares about Gibbs’.

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FIC for HC_Bingo: Lupin Loved Black

Fic I wrote for hc_bingo:

Title: Lupin Loved Black
Author: KateKintail
Prompt: werewolves: accidental mating for life w/ inappropriate person
Medium: Fic
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Remus/Sirius
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Students in this story have sexual relations, but they are of legal age. Also, mentions bestiality (in a not so favorable way)
Summary: Remus copes with accidentally having mated for life with someone inappropriate for him.

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