DVD Commentary Meme answer, Part 1
Most people whom I asked for commentary answer REALLY FUCKING FAST. IDK how you guys do it. Maybe I have way too much to say or type too slow or something.
This one is for aurora_84, who asked for a snip from Nascent.
Little by little, then lots by lots, Zach let himself go, and Chris matched him word for word, line by line, like they were a two-man one-act-play.
I am completely obsessed with this idea of them, and you'll find that it pretty much pervades all my fics for Pinto, which is a rather small sampling size right now, I realize, but the other ones I'm working on play with this idea, too. Of where script ends and "real life" begins. When does acting stop for actors? They're playing characters in a movie, then they play characters named after themselves on the press tour. In a generalized sense, we are all actors in life. We have different roles we play depending on who we're with, but this becomes more salient for actors, who play roles for a living, who are under public scrutiny, who have a much more vested interest in keeping a part of themselves for themselves. I find that hugely fascinating, and even more so for Pinto, considering how much the bromance was played up for the press tour. They had the epic friendship of Kirk and Spock weighing over them AND the epic friendship of Nimoy and Shatner. So it's an intriguing exploration.
They hang out at Chris' place or at Zach's, grab coffees, go bowling,
They went BOWLING together. With other people, who are all COUPLES. I mean, jeez.
and Zach discovers, almost to his chagrin, just how ridiculous Chris Pine really is.
I share the sentiment. The more I find out about CPine, the more ridiculous and unbelievable he is. Like, somebody THAT good-looking should not be that fucking articulate and humble and thoughtful. No fair hogging all the good stuff.
A man who keeps Virginia Woolf next to the Zombie Survival Guide.
I really wanted a woman writer in there, because, let's face it, the thought of Chris Pine (or any man really) reading a female writer is hot. Woolf fits the bill, though in hindsight, I do wish I'd ref-ed a woman of color.
Zombie Survival Guide, however, is a must for every library.
I must say, though, it PAINS me to think Pine would put Woolf next to the Guide, because what the hell sort of system is he using for shelving? I arrange my books alphabetically by author's last name, LIKE ANY SANE PERSON SHOULD. But I can see him being haphazard about it. *cringe*
Clearly I think about this shit way too much.
as he is curling up at home with a volume of Whitman.
The thought of CFine reading Whitman is like orgasm-inducing. And the funny thing is, I have never read as much American poetry, and specifically Whitman, in my whole life as I have in the past few months, ALL BECAUSE OF PINTO. I've never been fond of poetry. I mean, there's stuff I like, yeah. I love Tennyson, for example. But I generally prefer prose. American literature, in general, is something I haven't had much experience with either. My concentration has always been British and Canadian. But now I'm like all zomg poetry and zomg Whitman. And it's totally because of Pinto.
It was originally Dickinson, btw, but Whitman is a shout-out to my BFF and beta, yesdrizella and I'd already used Woolf.
Worse still is this knot inside Zach's chest, like anticipation and anxiety all rolled up, a nebula of want and frustration.
Hehehe, nebula. u c wot i did thar???? :D
And sitting on Chris' couch right now, staring at a copy of Slaughterhouse-Five on the coffee table? Really not helping things.
Me and yesdrizella had the longest conversation about this, the choice of Slaughterhouse-Five as the book on the coffee table. I picked it because in my original conceptualization, both Zach and Chris were going to refer to something in the text. I can't remember anymore what the reference was supposed to be, but they were going to joke about something very specific to the story. When I wrote the damn fic though, that bit didn't work out, didn't happen. But I kept the book.
yesdrizella, when she beta-ed it, was kinda unimpressed with the choice. She pointed out that the book has sadly become the choice for pseudo-intellectuals to prove their depth. It's a good point, because I've seen the evidence for myself plenty of times. Bless her, she then gave me this super awesome list of alternatives, because she's way more well-read than I am. Which, unfortunately, means I felt awkward about actually using any of them, because I haven't read the works in question. Now, this was back when "a passage that sings" was still fresh and hot and PERFECT and the way that author referenced works? You can tell that it wasn't namedropping. The last thing I wanted to do is namedrop. I hate being disingenuous, especially in a situation like this, where it's ALL about love of the written word. I cannot ref a work I didn't know well.
I considered switching it to Edith Wharton, for bonus female author points and less immediately obvious choice. But Wharton didn't fit. I can't see Pine reading her over and over. But Slaughterhouse-Five? That's a book I can see him reading again and again. So I went with what felt right in my gut.
So that's a LOT of handwringing and back-and-forth discussion for one small reference. Welcome to my life.
Zach had popped over on a whim, caught Chris coming back from a run,
This was at a point in fandom where I think everybody referenced jogging.
especially when he can see that the book is a well-thumbed copy, edges yellowed and spine cracked. Chris loves his books, not a pristine, careful affection, but an ardent, shameless passion.
You have yesdrizella to thank for this bit, which, judging by comments, is something people really liked. My first draft to her didn't have this. She was the one to suggest that the book be an older edition, that the pages be yellowed. <3her
Incidentally, my love for books is a careful affection. I'm very gentle and delicate with my books. The thought of cracking the spine pains me. T____T
Zach wants, more than ever, to see how Chris reads. Does he lick his fingertip to turn the page? Dog-ear his favorite passages? Would he ever put highlighter to paper or scribble notes on the side?
When I was a lot younger, and less careful with my books, I used to tear off the corners of the books I was reading and eat them. Not every page, but like every three or four pages or something. I still have some of those books with the missing corners.
That's not relevant to anything, really. Just a weird story. :D
There's a notebook, plain black, next to the novel, with a capped ballpoint pen. Is that what Chris does? Scribble down lines?
Doot doot doot, it's a Blueline hardcover executive notebook. Same kind I use. One of them anyway.
Zach has seen Chris' handwriting before,
I have never seen Chris' handwriting. I hope it looks as awesome as I imagine it to be.
He grips this book, because in this age of blogs and video diaries on YouTube, who the hell keeps a private long-hand journal anymore?
The whole fic is like a massive self-indulgence in fantasy Chris Pine. :D
This one is for aurora_84, who asked for a snip from Nascent.
Little by little, then lots by lots, Zach let himself go, and Chris matched him word for word, line by line, like they were a two-man one-act-play.
I am completely obsessed with this idea of them, and you'll find that it pretty much pervades all my fics for Pinto, which is a rather small sampling size right now, I realize, but the other ones I'm working on play with this idea, too. Of where script ends and "real life" begins. When does acting stop for actors? They're playing characters in a movie, then they play characters named after themselves on the press tour. In a generalized sense, we are all actors in life. We have different roles we play depending on who we're with, but this becomes more salient for actors, who play roles for a living, who are under public scrutiny, who have a much more vested interest in keeping a part of themselves for themselves. I find that hugely fascinating, and even more so for Pinto, considering how much the bromance was played up for the press tour. They had the epic friendship of Kirk and Spock weighing over them AND the epic friendship of Nimoy and Shatner. So it's an intriguing exploration.
They hang out at Chris' place or at Zach's, grab coffees, go bowling,
They went BOWLING together. With other people, who are all COUPLES. I mean, jeez.
and Zach discovers, almost to his chagrin, just how ridiculous Chris Pine really is.
I share the sentiment. The more I find out about CPine, the more ridiculous and unbelievable he is. Like, somebody THAT good-looking should not be that fucking articulate and humble and thoughtful. No fair hogging all the good stuff.
A man who keeps Virginia Woolf next to the Zombie Survival Guide.
I really wanted a woman writer in there, because, let's face it, the thought of Chris Pine (or any man really) reading a female writer is hot. Woolf fits the bill, though in hindsight, I do wish I'd ref-ed a woman of color.
Zombie Survival Guide, however, is a must for every library.
I must say, though, it PAINS me to think Pine would put Woolf next to the Guide, because what the hell sort of system is he using for shelving? I arrange my books alphabetically by author's last name, LIKE ANY SANE PERSON SHOULD. But I can see him being haphazard about it. *cringe*
Clearly I think about this shit way too much.
as he is curling up at home with a volume of Whitman.
The thought of CFine reading Whitman is like orgasm-inducing. And the funny thing is, I have never read as much American poetry, and specifically Whitman, in my whole life as I have in the past few months, ALL BECAUSE OF PINTO. I've never been fond of poetry. I mean, there's stuff I like, yeah. I love Tennyson, for example. But I generally prefer prose. American literature, in general, is something I haven't had much experience with either. My concentration has always been British and Canadian. But now I'm like all zomg poetry and zomg Whitman. And it's totally because of Pinto.
It was originally Dickinson, btw, but Whitman is a shout-out to my BFF and beta, yesdrizella and I'd already used Woolf.
Worse still is this knot inside Zach's chest, like anticipation and anxiety all rolled up, a nebula of want and frustration.
Hehehe, nebula. u c wot i did thar???? :D
And sitting on Chris' couch right now, staring at a copy of Slaughterhouse-Five on the coffee table? Really not helping things.
Me and yesdrizella had the longest conversation about this, the choice of Slaughterhouse-Five as the book on the coffee table. I picked it because in my original conceptualization, both Zach and Chris were going to refer to something in the text. I can't remember anymore what the reference was supposed to be, but they were going to joke about something very specific to the story. When I wrote the damn fic though, that bit didn't work out, didn't happen. But I kept the book.
yesdrizella, when she beta-ed it, was kinda unimpressed with the choice. She pointed out that the book has sadly become the choice for pseudo-intellectuals to prove their depth. It's a good point, because I've seen the evidence for myself plenty of times. Bless her, she then gave me this super awesome list of alternatives, because she's way more well-read than I am. Which, unfortunately, means I felt awkward about actually using any of them, because I haven't read the works in question. Now, this was back when "a passage that sings" was still fresh and hot and PERFECT and the way that author referenced works? You can tell that it wasn't namedropping. The last thing I wanted to do is namedrop. I hate being disingenuous, especially in a situation like this, where it's ALL about love of the written word. I cannot ref a work I didn't know well.
I considered switching it to Edith Wharton, for bonus female author points and less immediately obvious choice. But Wharton didn't fit. I can't see Pine reading her over and over. But Slaughterhouse-Five? That's a book I can see him reading again and again. So I went with what felt right in my gut.
So that's a LOT of handwringing and back-and-forth discussion for one small reference. Welcome to my life.
Zach had popped over on a whim, caught Chris coming back from a run,
This was at a point in fandom where I think everybody referenced jogging.
especially when he can see that the book is a well-thumbed copy, edges yellowed and spine cracked. Chris loves his books, not a pristine, careful affection, but an ardent, shameless passion.
You have yesdrizella to thank for this bit, which, judging by comments, is something people really liked. My first draft to her didn't have this. She was the one to suggest that the book be an older edition, that the pages be yellowed. <3her
Incidentally, my love for books is a careful affection. I'm very gentle and delicate with my books. The thought of cracking the spine pains me. T____T
Zach wants, more than ever, to see how Chris reads. Does he lick his fingertip to turn the page? Dog-ear his favorite passages? Would he ever put highlighter to paper or scribble notes on the side?
When I was a lot younger, and less careful with my books, I used to tear off the corners of the books I was reading and eat them. Not every page, but like every three or four pages or something. I still have some of those books with the missing corners.
That's not relevant to anything, really. Just a weird story. :D
There's a notebook, plain black, next to the novel, with a capped ballpoint pen. Is that what Chris does? Scribble down lines?
Doot doot doot, it's a Blueline hardcover executive notebook. Same kind I use. One of them anyway.
Zach has seen Chris' handwriting before,
I have never seen Chris' handwriting. I hope it looks as awesome as I imagine it to be.
He grips this book, because in this age of blogs and video diaries on YouTube, who the hell keeps a private long-hand journal anymore?
The whole fic is like a massive self-indulgence in fantasy Chris Pine. :D