|The Baker Street Nativity Advent Calendar (9/24)
||[Dec. 9th, 2013|08:59 am]
Title: The Baker Street Nativity Advent Calendar (9/24)
Word count: Every installment has 221 words (on my computer)
Characters: Sherlock, Moriarty
Timeline: 7 years earlier
Disclaimer: This is a transformative work inspired by the BBC television series Sherlock, created by Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat, and the 2009 movie Nativity! from Mirrorball Films.
Summary: This is a series of 221b drabbles set in and around The Baker Street Nativity and will make very little sense without having read that first. These drabbles may also contain spoilers for the main story. They are not posted in any particular order, and will jump around in time. I will try to give you some idea of where each drabble fits within (or before or after) the main story in the 'Timeline' field in the header. This series has not been beta read.
( Sherlock at the Royal College of MusicCollapse )
||[Dec. 9th, 2013|02:47 am]
Normally I process things by talking and then writing about them, but I don't even know what to say about tonight. It was such a great show, and I'm having trouble believing I was there.
stoney321 got to LA yesterday by the skin of her teeth and the power of her amazing smile, being booked and rebooked on FOUR flights, all but the last of which were canceled due to the big ice storm. Her luggage still hasn't even made it here, and we spent a huge chunk of the day out shopping for everything new for her so that we could not just go out tonight but so that she could have more than the clothes on her back without even a hairbrush. We got out of our hotel late, there was an accident on the freeway on the way over, and there was some sort of snafu with our table possibly being over-booked when we got to TL. It's been a comedy of errors. At least we had each other!
And we ended up having an amazing night. Our tablemates were handsome (and some of them suuuuuper adorable and charming), our seats were to die for, the people performing were so so so talented (I don't even know where to begin - Amber, Adam Lambert, Sia, Megan Hilty...), and to top it off as Glee fans we could not have asked for much better placement in the room. We didn't see Chris on the floor (I'm not sure he was out there, but if he was it wasn't with the Glee folks), but we saw pretty much everyone else. They were so cute, friendly with each other, and enthusiastic about the performances - cheering, whooping, and sometimes singing along. But then so were all of us, because damn it was a good group of performers on that stage.
I'm dying, I'm so exhausted, but I'm dying happily. :D
||[Dec. 9th, 2013|02:09 am]
Got some good brainstorming done this weekend. Sorted out some details for the next chunk of chapters for Paradise. I also finally figured out what to do with my plot ideas for Falconry 5 and 6 -- which is to merge them together into one big story. I have the first rough draft of the outline sorted out. There are some fiddly bits yet to resolve, but I like how the major pieces come together. Plus there will be Gwaine! Yay Gwaine!
But fear not, because I also have a new story idea for the 8th Falconry story. I was inspired when I was reading about Geoffrey of Monmouth's version of Arthur's great deeds. I had originally only planned to take things up to Arthur being crowned, but the new last story will be proper King Arthur and United Albion.
Plus, the future stories now have titles! Yay titles! I am almost certain these will stick.
Falconry 5: Birds of Passage
Falconry 6: The Possession of the Sky
Falconry 7: The Harbingers of Spring
Falconry 8: The Light of the Sun
|Thank you, moon
||[Dec. 9th, 2013|01:22 am]
|||||Siouxsie & The Banshees, "The Passenger"||]|
Thank you to everyone who was glad to hear I wasn't dead. There have been no more fainting episodes. I hope to be able to say that for years. It was not an experience I need to repeat.
Tonight was a lovely evening with rushthatspeaks. We were meeting in Harvard Square for a pair of movies we'd been looking forward to since October. Dinner was located at Crema Café, home of the cardamom-currant snickerdoodle (sadly no longer home of the lamb sandwich with walnut aioli I've ordered every other time I've eaten there, but their spinach-artichoke grilled chicken was quite a satisfactory substitute), after which we took up a spare hour with the Harvard Book Store; I departed with a neat little reprint edition of Tom Stacey's The Man Who Knew Everything (1988), which I bought on the strength of the first three pages and John Hurt having once played the protagonist. We weren't even late for the movies. They were worth waiting two months and a protractedly late train for.
As part of their Chris Marker retrospective, which I have otherwise completely missed, the HFA screened a double feature of One Day in the Life of Andrei Arsenevitch (2000) and A.K. (1985). They're short films, running 55 and 75 minutes respectively; I don't know if they were created as complements, but they make a natural pair. One Day . . . looks as though it was originally conceived as a study of Tarkovsky on the set of The Sacrifice (1986), much as A.K. concentrates on Kurosawa on the set of Ran (1985), except that Tarkovsky was diagnosed with terminal cancer either during or shortly after the shoot, at which point the documentary seems to have shifted to become a meditation on his life and career. It is not dispassionate; it doesn't pretend the camera isn't there. Tarkovsky in his hospital bed in Paris, editing The Sacrifice with the help of tapes and portable televisions, wrapped in a camel-colored bathrobe and later a headscarf that he says makes him look like a pirate, talks as much to Marker's camera as to anybody, at one point calls out to Chris to make sure he hasn't missed a good line. He is sharp and lively and ironic for a man who will die within the year; he was just reunited with his fifteen-year-old son after five years of Soviet refusal. He is conscious of playing a part for the press. He doesn't talk much about his own movies; Marker does that, through the voice of Alexandra Stewart, and he is absolutely in love. I can't tell what either The Mirror (1975) or The Sacrifice are about, but I am very curious about both of them, and Stalker (1979) sounds like something I will adore. Thanks to hylomorphist, I own a DVD of Andrei Rublev (1966), which I think I have no excuse not to watch now. There are beautiful long floating shots, things with the calm, commonsensical, unexplainable juxtaposition of dreams. I don't want to sound unimpressed with A.K., but I already knew I liked Kurosawa; the second feature told me mostly that I like Marker's ability to film a documentary without assuming either an artificial distance or an equally showy intimacy, that being an extra in a jidaigeki is pretty much like being on campaign in an actual sixteenth-century army, and that I need to see Ran, because I want to know the relationship between the action I just watched from behind the scenes and the shots produced by the camera. Marker records the filming of a luminous, oneiric scene of mad Hidetora riding through a field of glittering golden grass by night, with a huge golden moon "worthy of Meliès" following him in the arms of an unseen stagehand—the crew spent all day spray-painting the field—after which we are almost unsurprisingly informed the scene was cut from the final film. The fog that billows around Mount Fuji delays filming; only up to a certain density can it be intercut with footage of battle-smoke. A nameless extra, hanging out around the fire with his blanket and his hot soup because those black volcanic slopes are cold, jokes that he should get a subtitle—and Marker gives him one, complete with sweeping title music: "The Unknown Man of Fuijiyama." (I really hope he saw the film.) There's less attempt to make a coherent symbol-set of Kurosawa's oeuvre, more attention to the members of his team. An elegaic moment is given to the sound engineer Fumio Yanoguchi, whom Marker compares to "an elegant old cat"; he died during production. I still think I'll have a harder time not tracking down all the Tarkovsky I can get my hands on tonight.
And then because it was Sunday, the MBTA was fucked and we spent half an hour waiting for Rush's bus in the freezing cold of Davis Square. Still and totally worth it.
We may be watching some Tarkovsky this week.
||[Dec. 8th, 2013|09:35 pm]
A kitten tried to eat my head today. It was curled up with its sibling on the back of the couch and when I sat down, it sniffed at my head, then grabbed on and started nomming. It tried so hard, I would have felt bad for it if it hadn’t been trying to, well, eat my head.|
|Fid: What Survives the Illusion
||[Dec. 8th, 2013|10:45 pm]
Title: What Survives the Illusion / AO3http://archiveofourown.org/works/1075935
Fandom: Alice in Wonderland (Burton)
Disclaimer: Only wish they were mine.
Summary: Music meme for Hatter/Knave.
For this meme:
1. Pick a character, pairing, or whatever you like.
2. Turn on your music player and put it on random/shuffle.
3. Write a drabble related to each song that plays. You only have the time frame of the song to finish the drabble; you start when the song starts, and stop when it's over. No lingering afterward!
4. Do ten of these, then post them.
( but the pain and the longing's the same when you're dyingCollapse )
|Acts of kindness
||[Dec. 8th, 2013|08:34 pm]
I've been sick all weekend, and missed church today because I felt too icky to go out in 10 F weather. But I've been thinking a lot over the past few days, probably due to Christmas and planning of my dad's celebration of life, about acts of kindness. Not large acts. Not grand gestures. Little things that can still change a person's day or make it bearable. |
When my dad died, it was the worst day of my life. That week had been so stressful, and then when he passed, everything felt like it was crashing down on me. After we walked his body to the morgue to say our last goodbyes, my mom, brother and I had to go back to his flat to clean it and sort through his stuff. I was leaving the next day, and my mom and brother a few days after, so we didn't have time to really mourn.
We got back to his place around 2 or 3, I can't remember, and just dived in, cleaning up, boxing, sorting things. We didn't stop until nearly 11 that night. We hadn't eaten anything except for a hasty breakfast, and even though none of us were hungry, we knew we had to eat. So we went to Denny's.
The waitress greeted us and asked us how we were. I have never wanted to tell someone "This is the worst day of my life!" as badly as I did then, but we all just smiled as best we could and sat down. That waitress? She was amazing. She was gentle, and kind, and she teased us into eating more of our food than we thought we could. She gave us space, but kept an eye on us. She made having to be in public bearable, when all we wanted was to curl up and just cry.
The next morning, before we went back to the hospital to talk to the VA person about death benefits and tie up loose ends, we again went to Denny's. A different waitress greeted us. Like the one the night before, she was wonderful. She was kind, and gentle, and teased us just the right amount while still giving us our privacy.
Those two women will probably never know the effect they had on my family. But to me? They were lifesavers. They made a situation that was horrible a little better, and just by being kind.
I will always remember those two.
When I go to a store this holiday season, I'm going to smile at those bell ringers and wish them a happy Christmas. Because I won't give to the Salvation Army, but those people are just doing a job, and it's a miserable job and it's often thankless. I want to try to be that smiling face for someone when their world is falling down around them. I want to be the kind of person who adds kindness to this world, not more misery.
I guess what I'm trying to say, in my long, rambling style, is this: be kind to each other. Even when you're stressed, or miserable, or fretting about things. Be kind to the person next to you, because you don't know what they're going through, just like they don't know what you're experiencing. And your smile? May be the only thing that will get them through that day.
Be good to each other, and take care.
|This isn't helping.
||[Dec. 8th, 2013|10:47 pm]
I've just learned that yet another one of my prized shows - those rare little British gems that keep me going - has been cancelled.
They don't have big fandoms, not everyone watches them, not everyone can access them when they air, and some of them don't even make it across the pond. BUT. If you know me, you know how much I love and rely on the well-written, brilliantly acted, creatively original Brit drama.
First this month, Whitechapel was cancelled. The fourth season was amazing, and took the show in all new directions. It got great reviews. It was cancelled. It hasn't even reached BBC-A, so they're clearly not banking on the US audience, which means viewers over here don't count, something I find disheartening. That's their moneymaker - the licensing - so it seems not even that can keep some of these shows afloat.
Second, Ripper Street has been cancelled. It hasn't even finished its second season. I wish at least they'd let us watch the season in peace. Now the last two episodes are going to be shadowed by this news.
It was crushed in the UK by a reality show (I'm a Celebrity, Get Me Out of Here) and yes, it doesn't even have a US air date yet. The Guardian says this:
The idea of something so beautifully made being crushed by a celebrity reality show is like a flamethrower melting a snowflake. Ratings may be everything nowadays, even to the BBC, but the price of that silly battle to get more people watching during peak hours will be the annihilation of one quality drama after another, trampled by the clodhoppers of reality TV. It's such a shame.
That's a bit dramatic, but I'm sad to see it go as it was my main fandom. Not that anyone wrote anything or talked about it, but that's sort of the case with my fandoms of late! (I should talk about them more here, but I'm afraid of the social stigma of "0 comments."
Gone before their time (a shortlist)
Misfits (this will be the last season, and it's gotten worse with time, so hmm)
Luther (no more as Mr Elba has many other commitments. I guess I'm okay with that?)
Mad Dogs (one more holiday episode?)
Copper (no third season, cancelled)
The Fades (not granted a second season but went on to win a bunch of awards. BBC still unmoved)
The Hour (whyyyyyy?)