Fanfic prophecy , Yuletide nominations, and having the soul of a granny
Diana Wynne Jones claims that her stories have a tendency to come true. I've never known how that felt, until now.
This morning, on the first page of Metro, I read: "Don't know why I'm in Sweden." English-speaking man with no memory found at UMAS. (UMAS is the hospital in Malmö.)
OMG you guys, I wrote that!
Okay, so it's not exactly the same, as I discovered when I read the article inside the paper. The guy was discovered outside the police station, not in West Harbour, and not naked (AFAIK). He's not hiding from authorities either. And he's certainly no Adrian Pasdar. But he did have a stroke.
And I really shouldn't be so flippant about a real-life trauma. It's just... OMG you guys!
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Yuletide nominations are open and for once, I don't feel that I have a whole lot to nominate. The Shamer Chronicles, definitely, and East of Eden, whether book or film. (Both are lovely.) Possibly the old Fame, to defend it against new Fame. (Apparently, new Fame does not include abortion, child abuse, homelessness, illiteracy, drugs, porn, or even homosexuality. So basically it has nothing in common with the original film. Good to know.)
I've never been to keen on reading Press Gang fic, because it seems to be very hard to do well, but I'm curious of what happened to Sophie and Laura, so maybe I should nominate it anyway?
Then there are the fandoms I didn't get previous years. Most of them have been written for someone else anyway, but not The Bedford Diaries (though I barely remember that fandom myself) and not Charlotte Löwensköld, obviously. (I could just keep wishing for Selma Lagerlöf fandoms until someone writes a story!) And while there are Carnivale fics in the archive, none of them are for Libby/Jonesy. Then again, ff.net has a few stories about those two... not terribly read-worthy, perhaps, but still. This year, I want to wish for stuff I cannot find elsewhere.
A good thing I have some days left to think.
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In a comment to a previous post, I said about the Angel finally that "It made me want to go into grandmother mode, tutting disapprovingly and saying, 'Ooh, you're just so sharp you could cut yourself, aren't you?'" To which archbishopm replied: "You do sometimes come across as a grandmother looking for a place to happen. Um but I really do mean that in a good way. Grounded and centred and all oh one just cannot say that in a good way can one :-)"
That cracked me up completely. I asked morthel if she too found me grandmotherly, and she said maybe a little bit, in that I like people but don't seem particularly keen to take responsibility for them (a'la grandparents with their grandkids).
I sometimes feel myself that I have a young/old soul, that I can relate to children and old women but not to women my own age (especially in media). I don't think it's mere chance that had me making You Can't Keep a Good Woman Down, or participating in matrithon, or that Sophie Hatter is my favourite heroine. And though I'm not even a mother, much less a grandmother, I am a craft-making aunt, and that should count for something. :-)
So, answers in comments - is there anyone else on my flist who thinks I'm like a grandmother, and if so, in which ways? If you think I'm not remotely like a grandmother, why am I not? Please reply if you have an opinion, I'm amused and curious and really want to know! :-)
This morning, on the first page of Metro, I read: "Don't know why I'm in Sweden." English-speaking man with no memory found at UMAS. (UMAS is the hospital in Malmö.)
OMG you guys, I wrote that!
Okay, so it's not exactly the same, as I discovered when I read the article inside the paper. The guy was discovered outside the police station, not in West Harbour, and not naked (AFAIK). He's not hiding from authorities either. And he's certainly no Adrian Pasdar. But he did have a stroke.
And I really shouldn't be so flippant about a real-life trauma. It's just... OMG you guys!
***
Yuletide nominations are open and for once, I don't feel that I have a whole lot to nominate. The Shamer Chronicles, definitely, and East of Eden, whether book or film. (Both are lovely.) Possibly the old Fame, to defend it against new Fame. (Apparently, new Fame does not include abortion, child abuse, homelessness, illiteracy, drugs, porn, or even homosexuality. So basically it has nothing in common with the original film. Good to know.)
I've never been to keen on reading Press Gang fic, because it seems to be very hard to do well, but I'm curious of what happened to Sophie and Laura, so maybe I should nominate it anyway?
Then there are the fandoms I didn't get previous years. Most of them have been written for someone else anyway, but not The Bedford Diaries (though I barely remember that fandom myself) and not Charlotte Löwensköld, obviously. (I could just keep wishing for Selma Lagerlöf fandoms until someone writes a story!) And while there are Carnivale fics in the archive, none of them are for Libby/Jonesy. Then again, ff.net has a few stories about those two... not terribly read-worthy, perhaps, but still. This year, I want to wish for stuff I cannot find elsewhere.
A good thing I have some days left to think.
***
In a comment to a previous post, I said about the Angel finally that "It made me want to go into grandmother mode, tutting disapprovingly and saying, 'Ooh, you're just so sharp you could cut yourself, aren't you?'" To which archbishopm replied: "You do sometimes come across as a grandmother looking for a place to happen. Um but I really do mean that in a good way. Grounded and centred and all oh one just cannot say that in a good way can one :-)"
That cracked me up completely. I asked morthel if she too found me grandmotherly, and she said maybe a little bit, in that I like people but don't seem particularly keen to take responsibility for them (a'la grandparents with their grandkids).
I sometimes feel myself that I have a young/old soul, that I can relate to children and old women but not to women my own age (especially in media). I don't think it's mere chance that had me making You Can't Keep a Good Woman Down, or participating in matrithon, or that Sophie Hatter is my favourite heroine. And though I'm not even a mother, much less a grandmother, I am a craft-making aunt, and that should count for something. :-)
So, answers in comments - is there anyone else on my flist who thinks I'm like a grandmother, and if so, in which ways? If you think I'm not remotely like a grandmother, why am I not? Please reply if you have an opinion, I'm amused and curious and really want to know! :-)