It starts at daylight
1. My best cousins
gaudior and
rushthatspeaks along with the rest of Sassafrass are running a Kickstarter to cover the production costs of their latest album and its live performance at Balticon. You should donate. I've been watching Rush sew their fingers off for most of this week in order to have everyone properly costumed in time for the show and I'd kind of prefer their fingers not to have died in vain. I liked them. Also, if the project meets its stretch goals,
papersky will write a publicly available poem for Odin and a privately shared one for Loki, and I can't imagine who doesn't want to read those. Plus, Futhark posters.
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derspatchel trekked into darkness last night and didn't much like what he found there. For this reason I believe we are rewatching a certain other film in the canon tonight.
3. Falling asleep last night, I found myself thinking about a Shakespearean theater company—not a theater company that performs Shakespeare, but a company made up of Shakespeare's characters. Hamlet is plainly a writer-director, though if he thinks it's going to be all fucked-up family psychodrama all the time, he hasn't talked much to Peter Quince. (Rosencrantz and Guildenstern want to do more experimental projects. They'll probably spin off their own black box.) Get Feste for the music and Prospero for lighting and sound design. Viola specializes in juvenile leads. Honest Iago is very good at heroes. I didn't get very far, because I was very tired and it kept bleeding off into other dreams, and then I spent too much time staring at the ceiling this morning when the sunlight woke me around seven o'clock and I couldn't get back to sleep until ten. Someone on Yuletide has probably already written this anyway. (It's like bandfic, only not with bands.) Or Jasper Fforde got there first and I should not try to think about it.
I hope to visit a library sale this afternoon.
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3. Falling asleep last night, I found myself thinking about a Shakespearean theater company—not a theater company that performs Shakespeare, but a company made up of Shakespeare's characters. Hamlet is plainly a writer-director, though if he thinks it's going to be all fucked-up family psychodrama all the time, he hasn't talked much to Peter Quince. (Rosencrantz and Guildenstern want to do more experimental projects. They'll probably spin off their own black box.) Get Feste for the music and Prospero for lighting and sound design. Viola specializes in juvenile leads. Honest Iago is very good at heroes. I didn't get very far, because I was very tired and it kept bleeding off into other dreams, and then I spent too much time staring at the ceiling this morning when the sunlight woke me around seven o'clock and I couldn't get back to sleep until ten. Someone on Yuletide has probably already written this anyway. (It's like bandfic, only not with bands.) Or Jasper Fforde got there first and I should not try to think about it.
I hope to visit a library sale this afternoon.

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A) Though I get that Abrams didn't want to do an entire movie about The Search for Kirk, that was some cheap Ubermensch-blood Ex Machina, right there.
B) While I can believe that this version of Jim Kirk doesn't seem exactly historically-minded, the idea that any version of Spock would have to literally phone himself up to ask who KHAN NOONIAN FUCKING SINGH is/was is...crazy.
C) I can handwave Cumberbatch (whose performance is good, because he's a good actor) so long as I see him as a sort of human suit being worn by, say, John Abraham. My head-canon is that they shored up his John Harrison identity by giving him gene-therapy every three weeks or so to keep him pasty and unrecognizable, but that the minute he left Marcus's custody his super-genes started to revert to the default and that if we'd just held long enough on his cryo-tubed face at the end, we would have seen him turning brown again.
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What about them especially? I had very mixed feelings about Spock/Uhura at the time I saw the first film, but it's sort of grown on me since.
Though I get that Abrams didn't want to do an entire movie about The Search for Kirk, that was some cheap Ubermensch-blood Ex Machina, right there.
I admit I still haven't seen the movie (I may this week just so I can commiserate more effectively with
the idea that any version of Spock would have to literally phone himself up to ask who KHAN NOONIAN FUCKING SINGH is/was is...crazy.
Yeah, what?
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What I like about Spock, Uhura and Kirk is this thing that pops up sometimes where Kirk gets roped into forming a bridge between the two of them, essentially acting as their translator, and Kirk gets this weird, panicky look, like: "Oh God, Mom and Dad are fighting and I am totally unqualified for this." It's like he finds both of them attractive and wants them to like/respect him, so he tries to make himself worthy of their respect/liking, and he doesn't want to infringe on their intimacy--but the interesting thing is that both of them seem to want to rope him in, in an elliptical sort of way. He's like their shared exception.