Light and Dark
The last time I did anything for NYE was 2001. And to be honest, it seems longer ago than that. I consider NYE to be a social event, a gala event, a time for friends and lovers to be together. Since all my friends are, well, whatever, and I haven't a lover - my invitation to this annual tradition is often lost.
But I live with my brother now. (Somewhere in that very fact lurks a novel waiting to be written. More on that later.) He has a girlfriend, Binder. He has a friend, Brad. Brad has a girlfriend, Lindsey. And so the four of them were about last night.
I was restless and sort of in a funk about a lot of things. Mostly an ineffable loneliness, my lacking closeness with anyone and if that will ever really change. And if it did change, what I would do about it. (It would feel as though I at last had captured the moon, only to realise it is made of cheese and not of rock and starlight. I wouldn't know what to do. I'd drop it and ruin it.) When Binder arrived, Rabbit and had just finished putting the new coffee table together, and I was bored and restless. When I get in that funk, nothing sounds fun, everything bores me, and a speck of dust might make me cry.
Do you want to watch a movie? I don't know. Do you want to pick out something to watch? I looked, and nothing sounds good. Do you want us to find something to watch? Yes, I think you'd better.
After Lindsey and Brad arrived, we watched Transformers (2007). I'm an enormous Shia LeBeouf fan. And Transformers fan. But hard to watch with two men inserting anti-Hollywood-magic pitches in the background. I know you're not supposed to take a movie like that seriously, but it was a well done film, really. Considering that it's a movie about robots from outer space, come on. And the writers did a good enough job that I knew, by the characteristics of the Autobots, that there was going to be a sequel (two additional films are in the works). My only hope is that the next one(s) develops the Decepticons a little more. I found them strangely hard to dislike because I knew nothing about them, except for Megatron's motivations. But, yeah, hello, big evil robot from the planet Seibertron. Megan Fox shouldn't have been cast in the film at all. She was distractingly beautiful, very annoying. Who the hell doesn't want guys to check her out but then wears a short miniskirt and ab-revealing tank top? (Ingenious heterosexual male costume designer?) When the movie ended, I had an urge to watch it again. As it was a quarter till midnight, uh....
I had two sips of champagne - pronounced among us as sham-PON-yah (after the Christopher Walker SNL skit "The Continental"), watched Rabbit play a bit of Beautiful Katamari before I went to bed.
During the day, I came up with a couple of story ideas. Mixing my love of magic and the modern world. The one story is called The Snowy Side of Town, which I think will see a lot of biographical aspects. Protagonist living with her brother, new town, culture shock, etc... Except I don't know if I should set it in Minnesota or maybe Ohio.... The original title was The Snowy Side of Cleveland. As in Cleveland, Ohio. Even though I've never really been there. But I haven't been to Norway either.... And I'm always writing about Norway. The second story is somehow attached to the first, and may wind up with the title All Lesbians Have Cats... Because I have some sort of desire to always write about TALKING CATS. Magical talking cats, mind you. You thought I was going to say 'Because I have some sort of desire to always write about gays.' Yeah, ha, that too.
Not much written yesterday. 1800w and it took HOURS. (Well, not really, but it felt like it.) The Last Dragon Thief is getting into the cool stuff, the unravelling of mysteries.... Oh oh Draco, so full of the enigmatic. Little anti-hero. You are not a caricature of JK Rowling's.
Speaking of.... That reminds me of something. The other day I was reading a fic rant on some random journal. Wait, I can tell you what journal. ( This entry.) She wrote something about Draco being a caricature throughout the books. Yeah, true.... But then she said something else. That the Harry/Draco shipper fandom is "one of the biggest subfandoms". - Wow, yeah, true. - And that I am a member of TWO of THE LARGEST Harry Potter subfandoms (that are not canon). Harry/Draco and Sirius/Remus.
I'm not a whole-hearted shipper. It's not like I sit about mumbling "OTP OTP OTP" to myself all the livelong. I hardly do. The reason I like Harry/Draco is the fairytale aspect of it, to be honest. (And yes, darn spell check, fairytale is a word. Fairytale is an adjective and Fairy Tale is a noun, you stupid thing.) Once I had a discussion with Vanessa about yaoi, and the fact that so many yaoi pairings have one thing in common: One man has dark hair, the other man has blond hair. - I know what you're thinking (Well, that's an odd observation), but it's true. Really. Think about it. Harry is dark haired: Draco is blond. Sirius is dark haired, and Remus (not a blond) has lighter hair, 'greying brown', I believe Rowling called it. This can even extend into non-yaoi shippiness, (cough Ro and Zee cough), but that's not the subject right now.
I'm convinced that this fair-dark is some sort of psychological archetype, a symbol that Jung would refer to as 'the collective unconscious'. Meaning 'the light and the dark' - or The Balance - even possibly the Feminine-Masculine. One is almost always good, decent, angelic; the other is almost always scruffy, churlish, inurbane.
Just thoughts. That's all. I'm only throwing them out there.
Thanks for all the well wishes on the Flist, and I wish for you the same. A cheery year awaits us all, as it is finally Presidential Election year!!!
But I live with my brother now. (Somewhere in that very fact lurks a novel waiting to be written. More on that later.) He has a girlfriend, Binder. He has a friend, Brad. Brad has a girlfriend, Lindsey. And so the four of them were about last night.
I was restless and sort of in a funk about a lot of things. Mostly an ineffable loneliness, my lacking closeness with anyone and if that will ever really change. And if it did change, what I would do about it. (It would feel as though I at last had captured the moon, only to realise it is made of cheese and not of rock and starlight. I wouldn't know what to do. I'd drop it and ruin it.) When Binder arrived, Rabbit and had just finished putting the new coffee table together, and I was bored and restless. When I get in that funk, nothing sounds fun, everything bores me, and a speck of dust might make me cry.
Do you want to watch a movie? I don't know. Do you want to pick out something to watch? I looked, and nothing sounds good. Do you want us to find something to watch? Yes, I think you'd better.
After Lindsey and Brad arrived, we watched Transformers (2007). I'm an enormous Shia LeBeouf fan. And Transformers fan. But hard to watch with two men inserting anti-Hollywood-magic pitches in the background. I know you're not supposed to take a movie like that seriously, but it was a well done film, really. Considering that it's a movie about robots from outer space, come on. And the writers did a good enough job that I knew, by the characteristics of the Autobots, that there was going to be a sequel (two additional films are in the works). My only hope is that the next one(s) develops the Decepticons a little more. I found them strangely hard to dislike because I knew nothing about them, except for Megatron's motivations. But, yeah, hello, big evil robot from the planet Seibertron. Megan Fox shouldn't have been cast in the film at all. She was distractingly beautiful, very annoying. Who the hell doesn't want guys to check her out but then wears a short miniskirt and ab-revealing tank top? (Ingenious heterosexual male costume designer?) When the movie ended, I had an urge to watch it again. As it was a quarter till midnight, uh....
I had two sips of champagne - pronounced among us as sham-PON-yah (after the Christopher Walker SNL skit "The Continental"), watched Rabbit play a bit of Beautiful Katamari before I went to bed.
During the day, I came up with a couple of story ideas. Mixing my love of magic and the modern world. The one story is called The Snowy Side of Town, which I think will see a lot of biographical aspects. Protagonist living with her brother, new town, culture shock, etc... Except I don't know if I should set it in Minnesota or maybe Ohio.... The original title was The Snowy Side of Cleveland. As in Cleveland, Ohio. Even though I've never really been there. But I haven't been to Norway either.... And I'm always writing about Norway. The second story is somehow attached to the first, and may wind up with the title All Lesbians Have Cats... Because I have some sort of desire to always write about TALKING CATS. Magical talking cats, mind you. You thought I was going to say 'Because I have some sort of desire to always write about gays.' Yeah, ha, that too.
Not much written yesterday. 1800w and it took HOURS. (Well, not really, but it felt like it.) The Last Dragon Thief is getting into the cool stuff, the unravelling of mysteries.... Oh oh Draco, so full of the enigmatic. Little anti-hero. You are not a caricature of JK Rowling's.
Speaking of.... That reminds me of something. The other day I was reading a fic rant on some random journal. Wait, I can tell you what journal. ( This entry.) She wrote something about Draco being a caricature throughout the books. Yeah, true.... But then she said something else. That the Harry/Draco shipper fandom is "one of the biggest subfandoms". - Wow, yeah, true. - And that I am a member of TWO of THE LARGEST Harry Potter subfandoms (that are not canon). Harry/Draco and Sirius/Remus.
I'm not a whole-hearted shipper. It's not like I sit about mumbling "OTP OTP OTP" to myself all the livelong. I hardly do. The reason I like Harry/Draco is the fairytale aspect of it, to be honest. (And yes, darn spell check, fairytale is a word. Fairytale is an adjective and Fairy Tale is a noun, you stupid thing.) Once I had a discussion with Vanessa about yaoi, and the fact that so many yaoi pairings have one thing in common: One man has dark hair, the other man has blond hair. - I know what you're thinking (Well, that's an odd observation), but it's true. Really. Think about it. Harry is dark haired: Draco is blond. Sirius is dark haired, and Remus (not a blond) has lighter hair, 'greying brown', I believe Rowling called it. This can even extend into non-yaoi shippiness, (cough Ro and Zee cough), but that's not the subject right now.
I'm convinced that this fair-dark is some sort of psychological archetype, a symbol that Jung would refer to as 'the collective unconscious'. Meaning 'the light and the dark' - or The Balance - even possibly the Feminine-Masculine. One is almost always good, decent, angelic; the other is almost always scruffy, churlish, inurbane.
Just thoughts. That's all. I'm only throwing them out there.
Thanks for all the well wishes on the Flist, and I wish for you the same. A cheery year awaits us all, as it is finally Presidential Election year!!!