MAKE! IT! OUT! OF! Hiiiiiickory barky barky--
...Right, so it's still raining, as it has been since Saturday. It's been the kind of steadily dreary week that makes it possible to scrawl an eight-page handwritten letter to one of your expatriate friends, then spend an evening doing nothing but lie on the couch watching made-for-Sci Fi James Spader movies; that makes it necessary to bring two Joseph Arthur CDs to work and try to compensate for the office's sullen mood by staring at a new homemade House desktop (1024x760, you have been warned).
Why is it that listening to the rain lashing the windows makes you sleepy during the day and keeps you up at night?
Earth's been getting restless lately. Two hurricanes in the south, Stan in Central America, earthquake in Southeast Asia, forest fires in California, weeklong rainstorms here in the Northeast, reports of record polar ice melts. We're coming up on the one-year anniversary of the Indian Ocean tsunami. Next on the list will be volcanic eruption, I suppose. Is this typical autumn weather, or should there be more headlines blaming global warming or cyclical ocean currents or divine retribution?
Is it wrong to hope that something dramatic really is happening? Toss in avian flu, and I'm all for quoting from Mary Shelley's The Last Man and other fun 19th-c. plague/apocalypse stories.
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Wow. So
mousapelli has written 21 stories in 21 fandoms after setting her playlist to random, selecting the first 21 tracks that played, and writing one story for each in whichever fandom struck her as appropriate.
Which made me wonder how many fandoms I'd feel competent to write in, and came up with this list:
I was going to leave this alone with a meme (see me use the net lingo!) - "What are your fandoms, and what do you wish were your fandoms?" - and some angst about not being fannish enough for the likes of
mousapelli and Victoria P. (because I don't, for whatever reason, feel competitive or defensive with Sam, and my envy of Jaida has to do with her writing skills more than her breadth of expertise), but here's a better idea:
( Fic challenge! )
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And to think I've not only heard of this year's Nobel laureate in literature, I've read and seen some of his work (and so have you, sister! another thing to tack onto your list of Random Stuff You Didn't Want to Know but Comes in Useful Sometimes). And boy, does Harold Pinter deserve it. He can write tension like nobody's business. I remember watching a filmed performance of one of his short plays, it might have been "The New World Order," in a course with Guardian theatre critic Michael Billington, which featured an interrogator and a man, then a woman, then the man again (I think) in a sparse room in a nameless country in an undefined time, discussing censorship and punishment for a book the man had published whose title or subject matter we never learn. Anyone in class who was paying attention had their hands clenched for the full 10 minutes. It was the sort of play where a whole world of information is communicated through using the word "was" instead of "is" hidden in an already jam-packed sentence in the middle of a speech. Not to mention the obscenely powerful things he can do with silence. Agonizing silence. Mind-boggling.
On another note, I am convinced that MB harbors a deep, possibly repressed passion for Pinter.
michelle_nine can back me up here.
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We close, in The Daily Show tradition, with your ( Moment of Zen. )
...Right, so it's still raining, as it has been since Saturday. It's been the kind of steadily dreary week that makes it possible to scrawl an eight-page handwritten letter to one of your expatriate friends, then spend an evening doing nothing but lie on the couch watching made-for-Sci Fi James Spader movies; that makes it necessary to bring two Joseph Arthur CDs to work and try to compensate for the office's sullen mood by staring at a new homemade House desktop (1024x760, you have been warned).
Why is it that listening to the rain lashing the windows makes you sleepy during the day and keeps you up at night?
Earth's been getting restless lately. Two hurricanes in the south, Stan in Central America, earthquake in Southeast Asia, forest fires in California, weeklong rainstorms here in the Northeast, reports of record polar ice melts. We're coming up on the one-year anniversary of the Indian Ocean tsunami. Next on the list will be volcanic eruption, I suppose. Is this typical autumn weather, or should there be more headlines blaming global warming or cyclical ocean currents or divine retribution?
Is it wrong to hope that something dramatic really is happening? Toss in avian flu, and I'm all for quoting from Mary Shelley's The Last Man and other fun 19th-c. plague/apocalypse stories.
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Wow. So
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Which made me wonder how many fandoms I'd feel competent to write in, and came up with this list:
- Harry Potter
- Buffy the Vampire Slayer & Angel
- Star Trek (I'll group this into one item, although it comprises TOS, TNG and DS9, and the first half of VOY)
- House
- X-Men Movieverse
- Roar
- Brimstone
- Boston Legal
- Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles (barring a team of her lawyers descending with C&Ds)
- Stargate
- Firefly/Serenity
- Guy Gavriel Kay's Fionavar Trilogy
- ~Sandman
I was going to leave this alone with a meme (see me use the net lingo!) - "What are your fandoms, and what do you wish were your fandoms?" - and some angst about not being fannish enough for the likes of
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
( Fic challenge! )
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And to think I've not only heard of this year's Nobel laureate in literature, I've read and seen some of his work (and so have you, sister! another thing to tack onto your list of Random Stuff You Didn't Want to Know but Comes in Useful Sometimes). And boy, does Harold Pinter deserve it. He can write tension like nobody's business. I remember watching a filmed performance of one of his short plays, it might have been "The New World Order," in a course with Guardian theatre critic Michael Billington, which featured an interrogator and a man, then a woman, then the man again (I think) in a sparse room in a nameless country in an undefined time, discussing censorship and punishment for a book the man had published whose title or subject matter we never learn. Anyone in class who was paying attention had their hands clenched for the full 10 minutes. It was the sort of play where a whole world of information is communicated through using the word "was" instead of "is" hidden in an already jam-packed sentence in the middle of a speech. Not to mention the obscenely powerful things he can do with silence. Agonizing silence. Mind-boggling.
On another note, I am convinced that MB harbors a deep, possibly repressed passion for Pinter.
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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We close, in The Daily Show tradition, with your ( Moment of Zen. )