so I just did me some talkin' to the sun...
Hello world! I've been mostly offline for more than a week while I had visitors in mah house, so I missed pretty much everything that happened fannishly in the meantime, especially Festivids. Must catch up on those.
In the week I was offline, I saw Sherlock Holmes again, which, you know, never mind the subtextual slash; this relationship between Holmes and Watson was depicted as deliciously, overtly old-married and devoted to each other. Forget the whole engagement thing -- Mary is quite awesome, but not awesome enough. Heh. I'm surprised by how little I care about adherence to the canon; once upon a time I was able to quote from the stories, but strangely, that all migrated to the back of my brain and began hibernating the moment I saw the movie. *g* SO! - anyone have some Holmes/Watson movieverse recs to offer up? (Other than candle_beck's This Day to the Ending of the World, which was amazing, and The Things We Say With Our Hands by ariadnes-string, also wonderful, which I found via recs on the flist.)
I also rewatched all the Hornblower movies in order because my guests wanted to see them (yay!), and have been overcome with pining for Capt Hornblower/1st Lt Bush stories, since there's very little of it out there to read, and no one has yet written the story I want.
And! I hear there might be a season six of SPN! I'm pretty pleased about this, since I'm hopeful that if there *is* a season six, we can dispense with the apocalypse and Lucifer and whatnot and get back to the core of the show, which is SamnDean in their car. There's always hope.
Meanwhile, the rainpocalypse has begun here, and it's no joke. Gale force winds, gusts to 70 MPH, 2-4 inches of rain PER DAY for the next five days...which is too much, too fast. There will be Issues. Mudslides, flash floods, standing water in the poor drainage area on my back patio. Clearly the rainpocalypse is nothing to mess around with. I'm glad I don't have to work today, since one of the worst storms is headed in this afternoon. Instead I'll clean the house and answer comments and emails, and then I'll probably sit around the rest of the day, writing snippets of Winters/Nixon and Jack/David and Bush/Hornblower and Holmes/Watson, all of them overflowing with hurt/comfort, because it makes me happy.
In the week I was offline, I saw Sherlock Holmes again, which, you know, never mind the subtextual slash; this relationship between Holmes and Watson was depicted as deliciously, overtly old-married and devoted to each other. Forget the whole engagement thing -- Mary is quite awesome, but not awesome enough. Heh. I'm surprised by how little I care about adherence to the canon; once upon a time I was able to quote from the stories, but strangely, that all migrated to the back of my brain and began hibernating the moment I saw the movie. *g* SO! - anyone have some Holmes/Watson movieverse recs to offer up? (Other than candle_beck's This Day to the Ending of the World, which was amazing, and The Things We Say With Our Hands by ariadnes-string, also wonderful, which I found via recs on the flist.)
I also rewatched all the Hornblower movies in order because my guests wanted to see them (yay!), and have been overcome with pining for Capt Hornblower/1st Lt Bush stories, since there's very little of it out there to read, and no one has yet written the story I want.
And! I hear there might be a season six of SPN! I'm pretty pleased about this, since I'm hopeful that if there *is* a season six, we can dispense with the apocalypse and Lucifer and whatnot and get back to the core of the show, which is SamnDean in their car. There's always hope.
Meanwhile, the rainpocalypse has begun here, and it's no joke. Gale force winds, gusts to 70 MPH, 2-4 inches of rain PER DAY for the next five days...which is too much, too fast. There will be Issues. Mudslides, flash floods, standing water in the poor drainage area on my back patio. Clearly the rainpocalypse is nothing to mess around with. I'm glad I don't have to work today, since one of the worst storms is headed in this afternoon. Instead I'll clean the house and answer comments and emails, and then I'll probably sit around the rest of the day, writing snippets of Winters/Nixon and Jack/David and Bush/Hornblower and Holmes/Watson, all of them overflowing with hurt/comfort, because it makes me happy.