Running breathlessly without arrival
For Labor Day, the construction did not arrive. There is power in a union. I slept and did not very much with the day, although in the evening ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch finished showing me the marathon slapstick of The Great Race (1965). Yesterday my major achievement was constructing a salad after collecting its ingredients, which did result in an extremely satisfying salad. I am re-reading Diana Wynne Jones' Archer's Goon (1984) and Alan Garner's The Owl Service (1967). I have some inchoate idea of writing at least a catch-up about some of the movies I managed to watch before my brain quit entirely this summer and my body keeps insisting on sleeping more first. Right now listening to radio drama can wipe me out, which is still a recommendation for The Twelve Maidens (1971). Have a couple of links.
1. "These pressed flowers, including a poppy, were collected by George Marr whilst serving as a soldier on the Eastern Front in Greece during World War I." I wrote a story a little like this once, but it was WWII and also more gay.
2. Courtesy of a friend who is not on DW: for people who like one-sheet RPGs or just dunking on the title character, Oliver Darkshire's Trapped in a Cabin with Lord Byron (2022). "May he borrow your husband? Of course."
3. I am obviously charmed by this photo featuring Denholm Elliott in jeans and leather jacket for the 1957 London premiere of Tennessee Williams' Camino Real, but I run into a complete mental block at the idea of him with an American accent.
P.S. Because the lure of the Homeric sirens was story rather than sex and specifically, metafictionally, epic poetry, I like this inversion of the traditional relationship of sailors and mermaids via books.
spatch finished showing me the marathon slapstick of The Great Race (1965). Yesterday my major achievement was constructing a salad after collecting its ingredients, which did result in an extremely satisfying salad. I am re-reading Diana Wynne Jones' Archer's Goon (1984) and Alan Garner's The Owl Service (1967). I have some inchoate idea of writing at least a catch-up about some of the movies I managed to watch before my brain quit entirely this summer and my body keeps insisting on sleeping more first. Right now listening to radio drama can wipe me out, which is still a recommendation for The Twelve Maidens (1971). Have a couple of links.1. "These pressed flowers, including a poppy, were collected by George Marr whilst serving as a soldier on the Eastern Front in Greece during World War I." I wrote a story a little like this once, but it was WWII and also more gay.
2. Courtesy of a friend who is not on DW: for people who like one-sheet RPGs or just dunking on the title character, Oliver Darkshire's Trapped in a Cabin with Lord Byron (2022). "May he borrow your husband? Of course."
3. I am obviously charmed by this photo featuring Denholm Elliott in jeans and leather jacket for the 1957 London premiere of Tennessee Williams' Camino Real, but I run into a complete mental block at the idea of him with an American accent.
P.S. Because the lure of the Homeric sirens was story rather than sex and specifically, metafictionally, epic poetry, I like this inversion of the traditional relationship of sailors and mermaids via books.
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Yes! I caught up over the last few days and meant to let you know when I got to the part with Martin Jarvis fainting, that being kind of thematic around here.
Some actors don't leave you in peace to imagine that kind of thing.
I believe I heard him once with an Eastern European accent in Bad Timing (1980), but even then the dry grain of his voice was so recognizable that it's all I remember of his lines.
Nice pic!
I tried to find a version without the watermark, but only more blurrily on eBay. This still from the same production is nice, though.
I vaguely recall seeing a tumblr post that must have in essence been the prequel to this art, but like a fair few tumblr posts, it sailed on past, unreblogged and therefore irretrievable.
Such is indeed the way of Tumblr. I never linked any of the archaeologists-licking-bones posts to find them again.
A nice combo! And after this whole summer has screamed Archer's Goon scenarios at you, I suppose you had to. Maybe if you, idk, walk about and down the street holding it out in front of you, it will exorcise something and the jackhammers will migrate south for the winter.
(I love that image.) I could read it aloud to them.
I hope at some point it gets enough and you can also do things you wanted to. I hear that is a thing that can happen sometimes, although idk. maybe a myth?
Thank you! I also hear it happens, but reserve skepticism until it happens to me.
*hugs*
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I have a feeling that was about when I started wondering if you were still listening! XD
I tried to find a version without the watermark, but only more blurrily on eBay. This still from the same production is nice, though.
It doesn't look very blurry to me, and you're right, the other one is very nice. That's a great find.
ETA: It only occurred to me after I replied to this, that, lol, I have also seen Denholm do an Eastern European accent and I too can remember most of his dialogue, although that is mainly because I have seen that version of Dracula way, way too many times. And no doubt will do so again. XD
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It had somehow never occurred to me that he would have used an accent for Dracula, even though it makes narrative sense that he should. Fair enough!