Ramblings (rather pointless)
I fail at posting... I have a tendency to leave something half-written for a week before finally putting it up. So instead of talking about what I saw last week, my pointless ramblings are now on "The Shakespeare Code". And whatever that episode of Torchwood was called. I'm not that great with names.
( Was it SNL, with the 'Lowered Expectations' skit...? )
( Was it SNL, with the 'Lowered Expectations' skit...? )
I'll admit to catching my breath when I saw it. Of course, I was cheering, too. Not I think Wendy would say anything (she loves Nine, but she also likes Ten quite a lot), but I didn't expect others to love it. Maybe it's just because I have the occasional fantasy about punching Ten's lights out. I've gotten less circumspect about saying so, the more irritating he's become.
But, lord, it was a horrifying thought, wasn't it?
Truly, it was. I can ignore S2+ if I want, but please, please, don't mess with my S1. (I got used to doing this in Due South, where I love the first two seasons and am really not at all happy with the last one.) To negate Nine, IMO, is to do away with the one really beautiful thing they've done since the restart. I really dislike the Rose/Ten relationship (and am nauseated by the part of fandom who think they're the TWU WUV connection; even a little by the ones who think the relationship went forward). And most of all, I think Ten undermines everything Nine was.
I agree, I don't find it OOC of all for him to be that selfish. Even if we can't point to specific instances of him being selfish (which we can - GitF anyone?), his energy is just so selfish. It's all about him. That's just a dealbreaker in any situation for me, someone who cannot get outside his own problems. Poor Nine was bearing the brunt of the Time War, and he still worked hard to get outside his own pain.
Ten is just so adolescent. I got impatient with adolescents when I was 11, so you can imagine how I look upon that!
I still haven't managed to do any reading because I keep wanting to write. Then staring at a blank page. Taking up my needlework to work on my father's birthday present. Going back to the blank page. I have a feeling this isn't going to be a very productive day, but I'm still resisting giving in to read, just because I know it's a lost cause if I do...
I may'a been taught liberal values at that University, but Lordy, does Ten bring out the Old South in me. ^~
Have you ever read Florence King? I suspect you would love it!
Are you from FL originally?
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Except for lapses like that, I think I've gotten better at hiding my longing to punch Ten (and I don't think I should talk about Torchwood). I think a long period of avoiding him helped. It helps that my capacity for not posting things is fairly prodigious.
most of all, I think Ten undermines everything Nine was
*yes*
I got impatient with adolescents when I was 11
God, me too. I can't cite an age, but I remember thinking "I will *never* be like that" after one too many badly-written TV shows...
*grin* I haven't had an overly productive *year*. Well, yeah, it's February. Still. There's a feeling I totally understand.
No, I haven't read Florence King-- my book-reading has dropped rather pathetically since I started college. And discovered the internet. I'd put more of the blame on the latter. And yep, I've lived in Florida all my life. Actually, you could narrow that down to "in the Florida panhandle". Probably three counties. I think my dad's from Alabama (they moved around a lot), but my mother's side of the family is all here. I am, geographically, pretty limited. At least I can find all the major countries on a map... ^^
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I think the main thing I've had to do is realize that despite the fact that Christopher Eccleston can make anything feel more profound than it actually is (it's gonna be interesting to see what he can do with a Stephen Sommers version of GI Joe!), RTD's shows really are pretty flimsy. It's just that I got so used to S1 being much more. And I was more circumspect early on. I may have lost a few friends over "outing" myself as a Ten-h8er, but I got tired of pussyfooting around it. And I know it's not any of the usual excuses with me - the character is obnoxiously written and badly played. I wouldn't like him if I had no one to compare him to. The fact that he comes after a character so rich and an actor so good doesn't help him, but he earned my disgust all on his own, because I expected to like him.
I remember thinking "I will *never* be like that" after one too many badly-written TV shows...
Reminds me of that amusing MadTV spoof "Pretty White Kids with Problems"! :-) Sometimes, I think adolescents should just be locked in a pen and kept away from everyone. Girls can get out when they're 19, boys...maybe 30? Although it's hard to know how they would learn to be people without larger society to learn from, still, there'd be so much less melodrama. I know I was no picnic as a teenager, and I was a good kid (boringly so).
Florence King is worth the read, especially since you really are from the South if you're a panhandler. Southern Ladies and Gentlemen is a series of essays on various "types" one finds in the South and why they act the way they do; there's so much that's really insightful about race, class, gender, and sexuality, plus it's laugh-out-loud funny. (The tale of Miss Royal Montgomery is one of my favourites.) Her autobiography Confessions of a Failed Southern Lady reads like a novel. She's incredibly bawdy and forthright, it's astonishing that she wrote these in the late 1960s. Something happens toward the end of the autobiography that isn't really a surprise in this day and age, but was really rather extraordinary for her to talk about so openly back then.
I'm from deepest, darkest East Texas (just as like Northwestern Louisiana, don't you know). My father's side is Cherokees from an Osage reservation in Oklahoma, and my mother's folks were Welsh bond servants and remittance men who were sharecroppers throughout most of the last two centuries, so we're pretty much the most American mutts you can imagine. However, we've got lots of book-larnin'.
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It was a heck of a letdown. I know it took me a while to get over the backlash. If I have yet.
I know I was no picnic as a teenager, and I was a good kid (boringly so).
Same here...
Ooh, those Florence King books sound intriguing. I am *definitely* going to look those up (library should have them, but with our library, you never know for sure...).
Oh, cool! I wish I knew that much about my family history; it's fairly clear on my mother's side, but I know next to nothing about my father's side. Not the sort of thing my grandparents tend to talk about. Maybe they would if I asked, but I'm really not sure; they've got fantastic denial mechanisms, I think it's how they've lived this long. I have a strong suspicion that thirty seconds later it would be "And how are you doing at school?" ^^
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Well, you now know about as much as I do! I know what you mean about the denial, though. I'm pretty sure about several "dark secrets" that no one's confirmed (duh), but I can figure out from behaviour a few things; and there's a great-grandfather that no one's talking about! I suspect he was black (not uncommon around the reservation), which would make me very happy. White + black + red = totally American. But for some parts of the family, I think it would be less something that they themselves are ashamed of, but that they would be afraid others wouldn't take well.
I hope you find the Florence King. She's quite the storyteller!
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