Of Course I Fucking Know Who You Are, YOU WERE YELLING IT
So: yesterday I slept for eleven hours; last night I slept for none. This is my adult fucking life in a nutshell, folks.
Aaaaaaanyhow. Wow, been a while, eh? And what have I been doing? Getting better, mainly. Not writing. Watching a hell of a lot of stuff. Reading some other stuff. Listening to podcasts and books on Audible. Making sure Cal gets to school, laundry gets done, the hole in the bathroom ceiling gets fixed. My copies of "Coffle" came from Dim Shores, and they're beautiful. I sang an impromptu carol called "Viking Santa" at the ChiZine Christmas Show, then stupidly performed it for Steve without remembering that hey-ho, you could potentially call it fairly anti-Christian. It went thusly:
Yol
Yol
Yol
Yol
My mother said
Someday I would buy
A galley with great oars
Sail to distant shores
Stand up in the prow
Straight and tall
Make straight for the haven
Kill many foe-men, kill many foe-men
Dye my suit in red
Grow a long white beard
Bring back lots of toys
From slaughtering girls and boys
From slaughtering girls and boys
When Thor and Christ fought
We went underground
Little did you know
I am still around, I am still around
Your stupid church
Made me a saint
But this is our revenge
'Cause Christian I ain't
Christian I ain't
CHRISTIAN I AIN'T
Yol
Yol
Yol
Yol
Yollllllllllllllll
Since then, I've almost finished two miniseries on Shudder TV--Black Lake and Jordskott--and also watched La Mante (The Mantis) on Netflix, a miniseries that could easily be subtitled "Or: What If Hannibal Lecter Was Yo Mama?" I've also fallen straight down the hole on a completely new 'ship, the Vikings pairing of Ivar the Boneless and his own personal Christian prisoner from England, Bishop Heahmund (Jonathan Rhys Meyers). Unlike Ragnar and Athelstan, their attraction is based mainly on mutual berserker-dom; their version of a meet-cute came when a knocked-from-his-chariot Ivar scared off the entire Wessexian/Mercian army just by screaming at them ("YOU CAN'T KILL ME! DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM? I AM IVAR THE BONELESS!!!!") even as Heahmund loudly invoked God's wrath on King Aethelwulf's enemies, reversing his sword to use it as a cross while praying.
Next episode, Ivar watched Heahmund--now trapped behind enemy lines--trample a shield-maiden to death before his horse rolled on top of him, stopped the fight to donate his own horse to Heahmund instead (they both made mocking curtsies at each other before Heahmund re-mounted) and watched him get taken down again, after which the Vikings dragged the Bishop before Ivar so he could scream "Heathen!" in his face, to which Ivar just grinned and spat back: "Christian." Ivar then decided to bring Heahmund back to Norway with him, ostensibly to use him as a human weapon against Lagertha in the inevitable battle for Kattegat...a plan Heahmund eventually decided to go along with, claiming that slaking his sword in pagan blood meant he was still "doing the Lord's work." "And mine, Bishop Heahmund," Ivar reminded him, in Old Anglo-Saxon. "And mine."
So yeah, it's my jam, basically. With the Great Heathen Army's victories over Kings Aelle and Ecbert behind him, Ivar's become a Machiavellian battle-genius given to off-handedly saying things like (to his "ally," King Harald Finehair): "But who's to say you won't inherit Kattegat's throne after my death? I'm not a well person, after all; I'm a cripple." And Bishop Heahmund is a self-confessed sinner who's full of pride and fury, a born warrior whose strong, whole body Ivar both envies and possibly wants to jump, the perfect person to witness for Christ amongst the Vikings. (I could totally see him giving that sermon where he points out that Jesus would win a fight with Thor, because Jesus can come back from the dead.) At the moment he's been wounded and taken prisoner by Lagertha's side, but there's still two more episodes to go this season--I'm holding out for a bloody, bloody reunion.
Otherwise: got some corrections to do, have to finish "Halloo," then go on to another short story I owe. And back to Nightcrawling, damn. Also, I may be going to Costa Rica to do a singing workshop Mom can no longer do in her stead. I'll keep you all updated.
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Aaaaaaanyhow. Wow, been a while, eh? And what have I been doing? Getting better, mainly. Not writing. Watching a hell of a lot of stuff. Reading some other stuff. Listening to podcasts and books on Audible. Making sure Cal gets to school, laundry gets done, the hole in the bathroom ceiling gets fixed. My copies of "Coffle" came from Dim Shores, and they're beautiful. I sang an impromptu carol called "Viking Santa" at the ChiZine Christmas Show, then stupidly performed it for Steve without remembering that hey-ho, you could potentially call it fairly anti-Christian. It went thusly:
Yol
Yol
Yol
Yol
My mother said
Someday I would buy
A galley with great oars
Sail to distant shores
Stand up in the prow
Straight and tall
Make straight for the haven
Kill many foe-men, kill many foe-men
Dye my suit in red
Grow a long white beard
Bring back lots of toys
From slaughtering girls and boys
From slaughtering girls and boys
When Thor and Christ fought
We went underground
Little did you know
I am still around, I am still around
Your stupid church
Made me a saint
But this is our revenge
'Cause Christian I ain't
Christian I ain't
CHRISTIAN I AIN'T
Yol
Yol
Yol
Yol
Yollllllllllllllll
Since then, I've almost finished two miniseries on Shudder TV--Black Lake and Jordskott--and also watched La Mante (The Mantis) on Netflix, a miniseries that could easily be subtitled "Or: What If Hannibal Lecter Was Yo Mama?" I've also fallen straight down the hole on a completely new 'ship, the Vikings pairing of Ivar the Boneless and his own personal Christian prisoner from England, Bishop Heahmund (Jonathan Rhys Meyers). Unlike Ragnar and Athelstan, their attraction is based mainly on mutual berserker-dom; their version of a meet-cute came when a knocked-from-his-chariot Ivar scared off the entire Wessexian/Mercian army just by screaming at them ("YOU CAN'T KILL ME! DON'T YOU KNOW WHO I AM? I AM IVAR THE BONELESS!!!!") even as Heahmund loudly invoked God's wrath on King Aethelwulf's enemies, reversing his sword to use it as a cross while praying.
Next episode, Ivar watched Heahmund--now trapped behind enemy lines--trample a shield-maiden to death before his horse rolled on top of him, stopped the fight to donate his own horse to Heahmund instead (they both made mocking curtsies at each other before Heahmund re-mounted) and watched him get taken down again, after which the Vikings dragged the Bishop before Ivar so he could scream "Heathen!" in his face, to which Ivar just grinned and spat back: "Christian." Ivar then decided to bring Heahmund back to Norway with him, ostensibly to use him as a human weapon against Lagertha in the inevitable battle for Kattegat...a plan Heahmund eventually decided to go along with, claiming that slaking his sword in pagan blood meant he was still "doing the Lord's work." "And mine, Bishop Heahmund," Ivar reminded him, in Old Anglo-Saxon. "And mine."
So yeah, it's my jam, basically. With the Great Heathen Army's victories over Kings Aelle and Ecbert behind him, Ivar's become a Machiavellian battle-genius given to off-handedly saying things like (to his "ally," King Harald Finehair): "But who's to say you won't inherit Kattegat's throne after my death? I'm not a well person, after all; I'm a cripple." And Bishop Heahmund is a self-confessed sinner who's full of pride and fury, a born warrior whose strong, whole body Ivar both envies and possibly wants to jump, the perfect person to witness for Christ amongst the Vikings. (I could totally see him giving that sermon where he points out that Jesus would win a fight with Thor, because Jesus can come back from the dead.) At the moment he's been wounded and taken prisoner by Lagertha's side, but there's still two more episodes to go this season--I'm holding out for a bloody, bloody reunion.
Otherwise: got some corrections to do, have to finish "Halloo," then go on to another short story I owe. And back to Nightcrawling, damn. Also, I may be going to Costa Rica to do a singing workshop Mom can no longer do in her stead. I'll keep you all updated.
This entry was originally posted at https://handful-ofdust.dreamwidth.org/577132.html. Please comment either here or there using OpenID.