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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Good luck to them! Will look at my finances and see what I can do.
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Goodness. Sounds trainwrecky. I didn't think such a bad job was done with the first rebooted film--Scotty actually sounding Scottish was a Good Thing, and almost made up for not only blowing up Vulcan but fridging Amanda instead of Sarek--but I suppose Fate wouldn't let something like a rebooted Star Trek go on for too long without more dramatic forms of fail.
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Interesting concept, that. I like the idea of "like bandfic, only not with bands."*
I hope your hopes of library sale visits were fulfilled. Me, I talked about a book of essays for a few hours, drank a pint or two, didn't speak English for a good chunk of afternoon, and managed to not wonder if the universe is mocking me for not having Swedish by putting a party of cute aux pairs, Svenska tjejer prominent in the mix of them, on the train with me.**
Oh, and there were neon-haired catgirls in cut-offs and bikini tops on the 7 train. As well as a bloke whose face was painted silver, but I expect he was just one of those living statue performers on his daily commute.
*I admit that bandfic always bothers me a little bit. I know it's about the personae of folk in bands that have the whole stage persona thing going on and shouldn't be taken seriously, but I always imagine folk writing bandfic about my friends, and it kind of squicks me. Especially when I think about the ones who, if someone did write slash about them, would respond by randomly grabbing other blokes and kissing them. They're good friends, but I really don't want to be kissed by them, even for the sake of messing with stereotypical slavering fangirls.
**It helped that their taste in music sounded lame. If they'd been talking about Väsen and Garmarna, it might have been depressing.
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I always like that sort of thing.
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I was amused. If I were a different sort of person I might have taken a photograph, but it didn't feel like a performance so I didn't.* A friend of mine speculated that they might have been attending some sort of concert, which would make sense.
*I always feel slightly uncomfortable when complete strangers start taking pictures of sessions, at least the regular ones in the pubs--in the big ones at festivals it doesn't bother me. I suppose it looks like a gig to them, and I expect it's even a compliment, but it's the way my people socialise and I wonder if they'd not at least ask before taking photos of strangers throwing a frisbee in a park. Then again, maybe they wouldn't.