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Stuff I've Been Doing:
Apr. 28th, 2009 11:58 pmA Book of Tongues, Chapter Nine:
Looked up a bunch more Bible quotes, to give Reverend Rook more stuff to work his evil will with. Figured out that I'm going to have to talk about what happened at Bewelcome, after all--but not so much that I end up splitting the damn chapter again! Also, that there's going to be not one but two (plot-mandated) sex scenes; oh, the horror.;)
Life in general:
Picked up eight DVDs I had burned from eight hard-to-find videotapes: Mister Frost (Jeff Goldblum may or may not be the Devil), Fast, Cheap and Out of Control (our hobbies and obsessions = our vocations), The Glass Key (Miller's Crossing, eat ya haaaht out), Henry Fool (prime Hal Hartley, plus you get to see what Dr Venture really looks like), The Krays ("Crocodile."), Streets of Fire (once the primary referent in my youthful 'zine on slash, OPEN MOUTH, INSERT GUN), Shock Treatment (reality TV-anticipating sequel to The Rocky Horror Picture Show) and, of course, Photographing Fairies (a "Victorian X-Files episode" which conflates the Cottingsley Fairies hoax with one very bruised and cynical man's spiritual re-awakening). $100.00 even and not great quality, but well worth it, 'til the real thing comes along. Also: Discovered that all the tracks I thought had vanished from my iTunes Library were actually contained in a long-dormant folder of "Stuff From the Trash I Might Want". Which is how I get to be listening to the Beastie Boys as I write this.;)
Fannish matters:
Last night's Season Three Heroes finale continued to bring the crazy, in incrementally good/bad ways. I'm obviously not happy about The Big Development, though it's a masterful way to keep one actor (and potentially another actor) around, while still laying track for a compelling Season Four B-plot. Still and all, if even I look at a twist and go: "Hmmm, wait...isn't that a lot like Identity Crisis?", then you may be trying either too hard or not hard enough. (Yes, Kring says he doesn't read comics; no, I don't believe him anymore. On we go.)
Still, it also reminded me once more of my own plans to reboot/work out my issues with the series--particularly in terms of its treatment of female characters--through a story focusing on a character I wanted to call "the Power Broker". This would be someone (a chick, natch) who could, much like the first Pattern-mistress in Butler's Mind of My Mind, help people with self-injurious or difficult powers "even them out" in exchange for being able to "share" or "sample" them on demand; the catch would be that you'd then be sort of "stuck" to her, forced to keep within a certain range of her at all times, or your power would start to malfunction again (maybe even overload). And you'd enter into a vague empathic bond with her, too...so instead of being driven to eat/mess with peoples' brains and collect their powers like a trading-card fanatic, with no apparent strategic aim in mind but "ooh, I like that", she'd vanquish her own loneliness and lack of self-confidence by creating a harem/family of people who'd always have to "love" her and never leave her; the passive-aggressive, "typically female" version of Gabriel's shark-like need to constantly move forward, leaving only chum and disappointment in his wake. Call her Gael. Could be cool...
Okay. I'm bleeding, and I'm exhausted. Off to bed.
Looked up a bunch more Bible quotes, to give Reverend Rook more stuff to work his evil will with. Figured out that I'm going to have to talk about what happened at Bewelcome, after all--but not so much that I end up splitting the damn chapter again! Also, that there's going to be not one but two (plot-mandated) sex scenes; oh, the horror.;)
Life in general:
Picked up eight DVDs I had burned from eight hard-to-find videotapes: Mister Frost (Jeff Goldblum may or may not be the Devil), Fast, Cheap and Out of Control (our hobbies and obsessions = our vocations), The Glass Key (Miller's Crossing, eat ya haaaht out), Henry Fool (prime Hal Hartley, plus you get to see what Dr Venture really looks like), The Krays ("Crocodile."), Streets of Fire (once the primary referent in my youthful 'zine on slash, OPEN MOUTH, INSERT GUN), Shock Treatment (reality TV-anticipating sequel to The Rocky Horror Picture Show) and, of course, Photographing Fairies (a "Victorian X-Files episode" which conflates the Cottingsley Fairies hoax with one very bruised and cynical man's spiritual re-awakening). $100.00 even and not great quality, but well worth it, 'til the real thing comes along. Also: Discovered that all the tracks I thought had vanished from my iTunes Library were actually contained in a long-dormant folder of "Stuff From the Trash I Might Want". Which is how I get to be listening to the Beastie Boys as I write this.;)
Fannish matters:
Last night's Season Three Heroes finale continued to bring the crazy, in incrementally good/bad ways. I'm obviously not happy about The Big Development, though it's a masterful way to keep one actor (and potentially another actor) around, while still laying track for a compelling Season Four B-plot. Still and all, if even I look at a twist and go: "Hmmm, wait...isn't that a lot like Identity Crisis?", then you may be trying either too hard or not hard enough. (Yes, Kring says he doesn't read comics; no, I don't believe him anymore. On we go.)
Still, it also reminded me once more of my own plans to reboot/work out my issues with the series--particularly in terms of its treatment of female characters--through a story focusing on a character I wanted to call "the Power Broker". This would be someone (a chick, natch) who could, much like the first Pattern-mistress in Butler's Mind of My Mind, help people with self-injurious or difficult powers "even them out" in exchange for being able to "share" or "sample" them on demand; the catch would be that you'd then be sort of "stuck" to her, forced to keep within a certain range of her at all times, or your power would start to malfunction again (maybe even overload). And you'd enter into a vague empathic bond with her, too...so instead of being driven to eat/mess with peoples' brains and collect their powers like a trading-card fanatic, with no apparent strategic aim in mind but "ooh, I like that", she'd vanquish her own loneliness and lack of self-confidence by creating a harem/family of people who'd always have to "love" her and never leave her; the passive-aggressive, "typically female" version of Gabriel's shark-like need to constantly move forward, leaving only chum and disappointment in his wake. Call her Gael. Could be cool...
Okay. I'm bleeding, and I'm exhausted. Off to bed.
