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Oct. 14th, 2005 11:19 am
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Just a couple of interesting things I've read this morning:

There's No GSA At Hogwarts. I disagree with some of the more general, gendered statements, but the article's very slash positive and an interesting read.

A negative look at Serenity by the person who used to recap/review Firefly on TWoP. We all know how much I love the show and the movie and everyone involved, so let's just say that I'm posting this because it was interesting to read another view of it. Some of it I agree with, like the fact that Joss is not necessarily brilliant when it comes to plots (though I think he has his moments). His real strength is in characters, IMO.

And, actually, I've often wondered whether the show would generate the same amount of love and fondness had it been around longer. As it is, I personally feel all the eps were generally pretty good. (We're not really counting "The Train Job.") So it's a fairly solid set of fourteen episodes. When it comes down to it, I'm pretty much fine with that. Because I didn't have time to get frustrated with it and they had no time to develop anything I could get really frustrated with. Besides the usual "what is Book's/Inara's story?" and "what the hell does the Alliance want with River?"

There's a part of me that suspects that River's story and the Alliance and Reaver story would have been different had they been allowed to develop on a television series. There's sort of this separation in my mind where I think "show" and "movie" and they are the same, but they're also different. Sort of like my feelings on book adaptations. One's a book, one's a movie.

Funnily enough, the part of the review that most got to me was the little dig at the actors over on SGA at the end. Aww, poor them. :)

Anyway. In news that made me squee in a way that was kind of embarrassing and really hilarious, Stephan Hawking is going to be at the Paramount Theatre in November to present his lecture "New Perspectives on the Origin of the Universe." I'm not that well versed in things of that nature, but *Stephan Hawking*. That's just really cool.
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So I'm sitting here triple-backing up some of my writing on LJ and listening to music. I was working on my little bit of HP fanfiction and the "Can't Help Falling in Love" by Elvis came on and I just busted up. The only time I've ventured into writing anything HP-related was in high school, and you know who it shipped? Severus Snape and Petunia Dursley. And it worked in my head, and Neesha's head 'cause she totally had a hand in it. There was a big back story for them and it was angsty and not happy and kinda schmoopy and just very over-the-top-romance-novel stuff. So much fun. Anyway. It was just very ironic to be editing that and all of the sudden hear "but I can't help falling in love with you" crooned in my ear.

At the moment, I kind of can't believe I went there at all in my HP fannishness.

And now I just found out that Natasha has never been covered in mud! ::gasp!:: I thought everyone got covered in mud at some point in their lives. And not just mud from the spa. When we were little, EB and I used to change into our swimsuits and go outside to make mudpies. We would then sit in the mud and make butt-prints on the patio. Mine were always bigger because I would roll around as much as I could without actually getting up. EB just sat there.

I also remember that we used to sort of pretend that we were like the children in the first Boxcar Children book. Grandma had a bunch of old pots and pans and glasses, all kind of chipped, dinged, and dirty. We'd fill them with water and raspberries, sticks and leaves, and then pretend to be getting by.

Then there was the hayhouse every summer. One of the best things ever. If you can't have a treehouse, have a hayhouse. We'd play Robin Hood and make our own bows from sticks and bailing twine. Then we'd pick corn from the field and eat some and then bury the cobs. We'd dance around it in a circle and chant, "To the corn! To the corn!"

Oh! There was also Town. Town was fun. Town was a game about a town called Town in a county called County. Mr. Bear (as played by EB) ran the newspaper, Mr. Bear's Newspaper. I frequently changed characters and jobs, but was probably mostly Miss Panda, whose claim to fame was that she had visited the land of Oz. She was always trying to prove it and even got some pictures in the newspaper to support her claims. Sometimes they'd visit the city of City.

But the best thing we ever did? Had to have been the Jones Sisters. From an older, fandom-knowing person, I now see that we were really just Mary Sue-ing ourselves into Indiana Jones, but it was so much fun. EB and I were Indiana Jones' crime-solving younger sisters. And there was our arch-enemy, bajillionare Julian Buggies (who, if there was ever a movie, would be played by John Hannah). For awhile we fought him. But then his sister, Juliana Buggies showed up and it turned up and started dating Indiana. Turned him evil! Julian approached us and it turned out he wasn't so bad and really didn't like his sister or evil!Indiana. So we teamed up and dropped a bomb on them, which only mutated them. But we lived with Julian in happiness and solved crimes and swam in his olympic sized swimming pool.

Whenever we play mystery games, we're still always the Jones Sisters.

Sigh. Good times, good times.
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Last night I finished Equal Rites and started Lemony Snicket's autobiography. I'm already half way through. It's highly enjoyable in it's silliness. I'm also on chapter 3 of the first book in the Gormenghast Trilogy. I'm not sure whether I'll stick with it right now or save it for some other point in time. Probably save though. Right now I'm looking for quick fixes. So, after I finish the biography I'll read another Discworld book and maybe some Elizabeth Peters.

Mom and I have continued watching random movies over the past few nights. Tonight she rented Punch-Drunk Love before she came home from work. It was . . . different. And I don't mean that in a bad way. I don't really know what I mean. I will say that it's nice to see Adam Sandler do something different. And I do like his movies. Some of them are guilty pleasures. Anyway. Parts were really sweet, parts were really scary, parts taught me life lessons. (Such as don't call an adult hotline no matter how lonely you are and don't give your social security number to anyone. Both of which I already knew.)

Now the other night. That was the movie that really played with my head. Frailty was on TV. Whoa. Talk about a freaky movie. And this was the kind of movie I love, too. Psychologically scary, makes you think, makes you go "wait a gosh darn minute!". It was great though and inspired the following thoughts.

I think religious fanatics are the scariest type of people out there. Seriously. Because the thing about religion is that you can never know for sure. Which is actually the point of religion. Faith and belief. But the idea that someone could be receiving visions from God that told them to do things . . . Well, who's to say they aren't? Who's to say it's God? Or Satan? No one can ever really know, beyond a doubt, what is really going on in a person's mind. They could be lying. They could be delusional. They could be both. But you can only take their word for it that they're not.

The human mind is a strange thing and the things that go on in it are even stranger. The mind is actually a scary place. If you see something and your mind tells you that it's real there's nothing you can do about it. You believe it. You believe that it's true, you believe that it's real, and you believe that everyone who doesn't believe is either crazy or uninformed. And then no one can tell you otherwise because your mind has tricked you into believing something so thoroughly that you're stuck.

This is all actually reminding me of a quote I pulled from Neil Gaiman's American Gods when I was reading it earlier this year. The quote stood out to me at the time. (Great book, BTW.)

All we have to believe with is our senses, the tools we use to perceive the world: our sight,
our touch, our memory. If they lie to us, then nothing can be trusted. And even if we do not
believe, then still we cannot travel in any other way than the road our senses show us; and we
must walk that road to the end.
-- Neil Gaiman, "American Gods" Ch. 6 pg. 139


The mind is a tricky thing.

Anyway. On a completely different level of randomness, here is a bit of fiction that I wrote several months ago. Sometime last year I think. I haven't really looked at it since then, but I was just going over old bits and pieces of writing with Neesha and she didn't discourage me from sharing so . . . yeah. I definitely wouldn't mind feedback. Good that is. It can be bad as long as it's constructive.

Between Wake and Sleep )
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Erm, yeah. Finished reading Draco Dormiens today. V. v. good. Am in love with Draco though. Which is v. strange. Or at least, this version of Malfoy. Which is still v. strange. Now I'm reading the sequel. Woo!

I'd like to throw wadded up napkins at some parents at the moment. Not mine. Someone elses. Specific ones though, not randomly chosen ones. Today in my lunch I found a sticky note from my mum attached to some more LotR holographic cards. It said, "I love you!- Mom" Just because she didn't tell me she loved me last night! Isn't that great? (((Mum)))

And hugs to Neesh, cause I know she needs 'em. (((Neesh)))

Let's see, today we had a meeting during third period about senior projects. I didn't really pay a lot of attention. I was reading the last chapter of my story! It was my top priority! Besides, I know what I'm doing and what I need to do so . . . there.

I need an actual book to read. I have a whole list of things, but none of them seem particularly appealing at the moment. Le sigh.
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I've got a new addiction. And it's wonderful!! *bounces round room* I'm totally, completely absorbed in Draco Dromiens. Talk about good reading . . . *sigh*

Except at one point, instead of reading the name "Harry" I read the name "Frodo" and got v. funny visuals and ideas. Frodo trapped in Draco's body stuck in Malfoy Mansion . . . Draco stuck in Frodo's body and being hit on by everything that moves . . .

I have a highly over-active imagination. Really wish there was another chapter of After the End to read. *pout*

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