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Title: They Want More
Fandom: Jurassic Park movies
Rating: R
Music: "I Want More" by Elton John (edited demo from Lestat the musical)
Length: 3:31
Summary: The inevitable outcome of cloning giant carnivores.
Warnings: Dinosaur-related violence, gore, cruelty to animals, morbid humor. One clip has possible overtones of sexual threat. There is lightning at :23-:24 and 1:18-1:19.
Dedication: Made for Festivids 2010 for Dogstar ([personal profile] leanwellback), who shares my love of "Dinosaurs! Also, DINOSAURS."

A/N: You guys. This vid. I made something silly, hoping it would make the recipient laugh as much as it made me laugh, and then it ended up accruing more comments than anything else I've ever posted.

If you've known me for a while, you know that I loved the original Jurassic Park to pieces (complete with blushing crush on Jeff Goldblum -- shut up, I was 13) and that I nearly vibrated out of my skin with anticipation when the (godawful) Lestat musical finally happened. Between that and the fact that this vid is basically my Wraith vid, all vampires & POV-switching only this time with dinosaurs (and without the aspect ratio and interlacing issues), you know why I thought LJ friends might easily recognize the vid as mine.

So that happened, and I am thrilled.


Embed, download and vidder's notes )

Feedback & concrit are always welcome as I try to improve my vidding.

This vid has shown at: Escapade 2011, Vidukon 2011 ("Best of Festivids" vidshow), Swancon 2011, Vividcon 2012 ("Let's Put on a Show" vidshow), Vidukon 2015 (Pets vidshow) and... I'm forgetting something. :(
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Conference paper pared down to 10 pages for 20-minute presentation: check.

Majority of workday spent perusing episode commentary, writing a post and many many comments,* polishing the paper, and mentally preparing self for mini-vacation: check.

Packing: nearly complete.

*Some excellent "No Reason" commentary and discussion today by hawkeyecat, linaerys, firestorm717 and moonlash-cc, among many others, if you are so inclined.

Also I posted to [livejournal.com profile] house_md asking whether the ducklings are at all like the Scoobies in functioning as mind/heart/spirit/hand or any sort of similar breakdown, but haven't quite gotten the response I was looking for. Ah well.

Oh yes, and Lestat is closing. Sorry, Margaret.

And so adieu, for I must pack my laptop. Cetch up with y'all in nahnty-degree Gawgia. *waves*
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So. "Lestat."

It has been more than a week since we went to see this latest tragedy of an adaptation of the Vampire Chronicles, and the details are fading as fast as Lestat's recollections of Heaven. Nonetheless it must be reviewed, so I'll do my best to recap the plot and highlight the most ridiculous, entertaining and dramatic moments for you adoring readers.

Where do I even start? )
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Right. So a tip from a co-worker and a visit to the website shows that tickets for Lestat went on pre-sale Wednesday for AmEx card-holders. I ask you: Why collect email addresses on your website if you aren't going to tell your subscribers that TICKETS HAVE GONE ON SALE FOR THE PLAY THEY'RE OBVIOUSLY VERY INTERESTED IN SEEING? I'll soon be contacting all of you coming in March and/or April so we can pick definite dates and double-check that you're okay with Broadway ticket prices.

* * *

George Takei -- Sulu, for you non-Trekkies -- came out yesterday to the Associated Press (who chose an embarrassing photo to complement their splash article), having just spilled the beans in Frontiers magazine. Takei is one of the more embittered Trek actors, always bitching about how he and everyone else hates William Shatner, and Sulu was never one of my favorite characters, so I haven't given him much thought over the years. But this is an interesting development.

* * *

Wednesday I was yelled at & hung up on by a client at work for something that didn't require yelling or hanging up and wasn't even my fault, which he knew. I know I shouldn't take that sort of thing personally but I don't handle confrontation well, especially not over the phone, and it took a few hours to regain momentum. On the bright side Atara Stein's book was waiting in the mail for me. Then it was time for [livejournal.com profile] synn to take off for YaoiCon in San Francisco, but again, consolation arrived a few hours later in the form of an email from one of my original favorite Marauders fic writers saying she'd heard about my conference paper and was wondering if she could read it. And how.

I'm 2/3 of the way through The Byronic Hero in Film, Fiction and Television now, which is generally fun, if a little repetitive. I'm getting a kick out of having used 90% of the same relevant sources and about half the same quotes from them that she did, and so far, after sections on Manfred, Childe Harold, Heathcliff, three Clint Eastwood films, Lestat & Louis, the Sandman, and Q, she hasn't eclipsed what I am hoping to do. More on this when I'm finished. I just wanted to share that I got the book off eBay and should have expected something like this to happen, but it seems to be an unpolished version of the book -- I don't know the publishing term for it -- where some of the typos haven't been fixed yet. Every so often, just when you've forgotten it happens, a letter gets switched; some h's become backwards apostrophes, and strange things are going on with o's, a's and g's. So every now and then Stein turns Cockney and mentions the Byronic 'ero, and then she'll go inner-city girl with "the vampires' constant search for meanang." It's funny, but it would have been nice if the seller had included a warning in his product description.

* * *

Am going to the ballet tomorrow with my manager. Whether this is more or less sad than going alone has yet to be determined.

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Conversation just now with my cubicle neighbor:

J: So this friend of mine found a stray cat the other day and fed it. And it kept coming back. Long story short, my friend has a new cat.
Me: Funny.
J: You would totally love this guy, too. He was a high school and culinary school dropout but he's read more books than anyone I know. His apartment's got books everywhere. Guess what he named his cat.
Me: Something literary?
J: Yeah. It's some obscure poet. Or maybe not a poet. Someone obscure.
Me [thinking of possible obscure maybe-not-poets]: Um, dunno. What?
J: Lord Byron.
Me: YOUR FRIEND NAMED HIS CAT LORD BYRON?
Half the office: Turns around.
Me: Lord Byron is one of the most famous poets ever.
J: Oh. Cool.









* * *

Operation: Resensitize chugs along.

I listened to BBC World News on WNYE on the way to work again today, and was struck as always by how much more aware the rest of the world is about -- well, the rest of the world, and how intelligent and incisive the interviews and commentary are, and how much time the program allows for measured discussion of the issues on hand. And I mean "measured" in two senses: balanced, usually with one voice in support of and another against a topic, such as last week's talk about the benefits and detriments of supplying food aid directly to starving nations as opposed to sending money, or this morning's conversation about the announcement that the Nobel Peace Prize has gone to an agency that may or may not be setting the stage for a nuclear disaster; and calm, with an articulate anchor (do they call them anchors in England?) or reporter taking his or her time to explain the situation, its context, its history and possible consequences. I swear a person will learn more "macro news," and understand it better, from an hour of BBC World than from 24 hours of CNN or CBS News. I wonder how NPR's or PRI's straight-news programs compare.

In a wholly different kind of news, an interesting photo graced the Yahoo! home page in the Buzz Log box this morning. The photo. )

...which is doubly remarkable because the related searches didn't mention homosexuality, only the stars themselves -- and it got me wondering whether there are closet slashers working behind the scenes. Surely anyone who knows stuff about either actor has seen this shot before (it's dated 2003 from WireImage), but I hadn't, and found it especially intriguing after having read an essay off [livejournal.com profile] metafandom last week by [livejournal.com profile] thevixenne and [livejournal.com profile] rotpunkt on why women enjoy slash, focusing on the Viggo Mortensen/Sean Bean pairing and citing the former's penchant for kissing his male co-stars on the lips and posing with them in suggestive positions. For those of you who are curious: "You're asking for it, Mortensen..."

(Oddly enough, girlyboy Bloom was in my dream last night, which again involved Lestat [I don't understand it either]; this time we went to see the real show -- row A 101, but shortly into the performance we realized the seats were in the second orchestra section, not the first -- and the cast included Mr. Bloom and an actor named Paul A---* who could have stood in for Robert Sean Leonard in any of his Pert Plus-and-glasses roles. The entire audience cheered when one of the [male] vampires started kissing another [male] vampire. Also the few rows to our left were kept empty for the actors & actresses to use when they weren't onstage, and various members of the audience kept coming over to talk to them. That's as close to Orlando Bloom as I ever need to be.

*I recognized his name at the time, as well as when I woke up, and couldn't place him, and discovered when I looked him up that he's not an actor but one of our clients. This is what things have come to.)

Saw my mother and her S.O. last night. No boat this time: We played a few games of pool in their poor decrepit Moose Club (soon to be fixed up, he promises), during which I found out exactly how much I've forgotten since taking that billiards P.E. class in college and playing at Jillian's every few weeks, but redeemed myself when Wheel of Fortune came on the bar TV.

The S.O. is growing on me. Maybe he was drunk and depressed the first few times I met him -- well, no question about the drunk --

     "A last word, Mr. Darnay: you think I am drunk?"
     "I think you have been drinking, Mr. Carton."
     "Think? You know I have been drinking."
     "Since I must say so, I know it."


-- which made him rather boring, hence my sister's ready adoption of the nickname Captain Cardboard -- or maybe I've gotten used to his different brand of sarcasm, or maybe we just needed time to warm to each other, but these last few months he's been funny and quietly generous and eager to offer help and advice where possible, which makes it hard to continue disliking him. He still makes fun of me for things like not always wanting to drink when we go out, though, which I find more annoying than endearing.

This week's Media In Review:

In closing, it's nice to have a television in the kitchen here so I can sneak bits of DS9 during lunch when everyone else isn't watching Jerry Springer or Mad About You. Am still such a dork.

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Dance class was cancelled tonight, so there were an unexpected extra 90 minutes which I was hoping to put to good use by practising or finishing Accio paper revisions or hashing out "Victor's Solo." Has anyone ever attempted to transcribe music? Is it supposed to take an inordinate amount of time? Because last night I spent over two hours at the piano with my laptop and headphones, picking out all the notes I could manage of this little piece from "Corpse Bride," and only made it about 55 seconds in. True, it took probably 15 of those minutes to find the key and dredge my memory for where to put which notes on the bass clef and how to do octave notations, and on the bright side I've learned how to play everything that's written down already thanks to the constant repetition - but still ... it seems excessive. And the poor keys around middle C are dusted with rubber eraser bits.

 

"Corpse Bride" itself was vaguely disappointing, partly because it failed to live up to its predecessor but mostly because it failed to live up to itself. A review of sorts. )

 

In other movie news, MirrorMask comes out on Friday, at which time it will be showing at exactly one theatre in all of New York State. On the one hand, I'm glad it's a limited release because that implies a limited audience, which in turn means no crowds and consequently getting to enjoy the special sense that you have been let in on a secret. On the other hand, what is wrong with people that they don't fight to fund, produce, distribute and soak in the genius that is Dave McKean and Neil Gaiman on a 70-foot screen? (Even if one of the main characters' head looks like a Super-Size box of French fries.)

 

[livejournal.com profile] synn and Joe P. and I will probably have to sit towards the back of the theatre, though, or risk our brains liquefying from overstimulation.

 

Last night's dream about Lestat. )

 

In closing, things about today that make me happy:
- Cortland apples are in season again.
- My Chinese co-worker (because without the dash it always looks like "cow orker") wore his crisp white suit shirt today with belted black pants and black loafers, always a favorite, and on break I caught sight of a silver necklace.
- New episode of "House" tonight, followed by the season premiere of "Boston Legal": The only two shows I watch, now back-to-back.


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Nine years after I read in Anne Rice's biography that Elton John wanted to do a musical based on her Vampire Chronicles, Lestat is coming to Broadway. Previews start March 11, and tickets are on sale as of November 13. Stake your claim now to see it with me. Ha ha ha. Ha. Ahem.

 

Not only is Armand (and Marius! and Nicolas! and Louis! and Gabrielle!) in the production, they've cast someone younger than Antonio Banderas to play him. We need only overlook the fact that the actor's surname is Noseworthy. And Marius may actually be played by someone who can act (sorry, Vincent Perez, we still love you). See the cast photos for yourself, in which everyone looks predictably oversexed. Hurrah for they have foregone the rabbit-fangs.

 

Holy crow. And Dave McKean (of Sandman/MirrorMask fame) is Visual Concept Designer.


Lyricist Bernie Taupin says something promising about the show: "We have unified these books into a linear storyline and our intention is to make a stylish, sexy, intelligent and richly hypnotic show that is stripped of gothic clich├ęs and that shows the vampire dealing with his damnation on a more realistic and human level. Please let me make this clear this is NOT a rock opera."


The official website can be found here.



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