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No Ideas: Must Be Monday
Apr. 19th, 2010 01:28 pmWell, if nothing else, I finally finished the Book of Tongues Interstitial post I've been working on for Music at Midnight, this time about...actual music, ie the stuff I was listening to when I wrote the book. You can find it here (http://musicatmidnight-gfiles.blogspot.com/2010/04/book-of-tongues-interstitial-music.html). Enjoy!
Meanwhile, I've done all the chores, an am marking time until Steve arrives with the Metropass. My brain, she refuses to function in terms of Chapter Four wordage; whatever, dude. It'll happen.
Oh yeah: And this idea of "Protagonist Privilege", which is once more making the rounds here (http://londonkds.dreamwidth.org/378900.html?format=light), continues to be a huge ball of WTF. So...main characters are "world-warping", always shifting things in their own favor, and you want more/equal time for minor characters whose POVs the narrative was not originally designed to be told from; guess you better get writing, then! This would be where fanfiction comes in, I would think, as a concept. But that doesn't mean you get to shit on the narrative as it exists because it's not giving you more about the person you wish was the protagonist, yet isn't.
Watching "The Eleventh Hour", for example--intro episode for Doctor Who Number Eleven--I'm personally perfectly capable of both appreciating Eleven's old/new qualities for themselves (he already has a heaping pile of truly Four-like traits, which I'm very happy about, since Baker remains my Doctor of choice) and wondering why it was so completely beyond the realm of possibility to rejigger the Doctor as female...to have a woman, for once, who gets to stand there saying: "Yes, I'm the Doctor. Basically, run." Let alone a nerdy or attractive dude who's standing behind her, looking at her bum as she changes with that vaguely interested yet more ruminative "hey, she was really cute even when I was a little kid--but it occurs to me that she's like a massively old lady from another planet in a geeky young lady's body, and she also sort of scares me too" look in his eyes.
Yet obviously, if I want this to happen, I'm going to have to do it myself; though the Moff may not want to actually screw the Doctor, he isn't going to screw with him, either. Such is life. Next?
"Protagonist Privilege"! Jesus God, please.
Meanwhile, I've done all the chores, an am marking time until Steve arrives with the Metropass. My brain, she refuses to function in terms of Chapter Four wordage; whatever, dude. It'll happen.
Oh yeah: And this idea of "Protagonist Privilege", which is once more making the rounds here (http://londonkds.dreamwidth.org/378900.html?format=light), continues to be a huge ball of WTF. So...main characters are "world-warping", always shifting things in their own favor, and you want more/equal time for minor characters whose POVs the narrative was not originally designed to be told from; guess you better get writing, then! This would be where fanfiction comes in, I would think, as a concept. But that doesn't mean you get to shit on the narrative as it exists because it's not giving you more about the person you wish was the protagonist, yet isn't.
Watching "The Eleventh Hour", for example--intro episode for Doctor Who Number Eleven--I'm personally perfectly capable of both appreciating Eleven's old/new qualities for themselves (he already has a heaping pile of truly Four-like traits, which I'm very happy about, since Baker remains my Doctor of choice) and wondering why it was so completely beyond the realm of possibility to rejigger the Doctor as female...to have a woman, for once, who gets to stand there saying: "Yes, I'm the Doctor. Basically, run." Let alone a nerdy or attractive dude who's standing behind her, looking at her bum as she changes with that vaguely interested yet more ruminative "hey, she was really cute even when I was a little kid--but it occurs to me that she's like a massively old lady from another planet in a geeky young lady's body, and she also sort of scares me too" look in his eyes.
Yet obviously, if I want this to happen, I'm going to have to do it myself; though the Moff may not want to actually screw the Doctor, he isn't going to screw with him, either. Such is life. Next?
"Protagonist Privilege"! Jesus God, please.
