these are the dog days of summer
Quick fic hit, first of all: This Is What's Next, Mr Kirk of Iowa, by chaletian. Guys: meet Jed Bartlett, President of the United Federation of Planets.
The author mentions she's not happy with the execution and I can see what she means, but, dude, the idea. And Donna-the-Bajoran, Leo-the-Tellarite and Toby-the-Vulcan (ohmygod yes) are worth it.
Today, I bought interview clothes, which was not very fun - although the clothes are nice - and boots, yaaay. They're meant to replace my old battered ones, and they are solic and chunky and have that new-boot smell, and also the inside of them still has that your-feet-are-cast-in-iron feel that I like. All tact as usual, mother has been complaining that they make me look like Popeye, but as I have attempted to patiently explain, my feet are not exactly something for which I bear responsibility and it's not as though any shoes I wore, and indeed my bare feet, wouldn't make me look grotesque by her definition. I don't know. Moving right on.
Two other things. Firstly, Deep Space Nine is great! Why did no on tell me Deep Space Nine is great? It dawned on me that it represents an enormous chunk of Star Trek that I have not seen - I mean, I don't think I have seen every episode of TNG and Voyager, but I have definitely seen the good ones. A lot of times. And Enterprise I did give the proverbial fair try, and I have seen the classic TOS episodes - enough to know you need a beard to be evil, except that all Irish people by definition are.
Actually, I'm being unfair to TOS. There's one or two episodes which I would love to see remade now, or at least, I'd love to see what a good writer would do with them and the reboot cast: there's "The Empath", which is about the only one of the originals where I can look beyond all the terrible effects and see the scary, angstilicious one-act play that's really being done, and then there's "And The World is Hollow For I Have Touched The Sky", which I think is massively underrated, and also something that Kirk/McCoy shippers ought to do a lot with. I mean, it seems clear that at some point in the reboot timeline, McCoy will be diagnosed with xenopolycythaemia.
There's a great idea for a ficathon right there, in fact: rewrite, or remix, or retell, a TOS episode plotline in the reboot universe. I'd run it if I hadn't sworn never to run a ficathon again - four is enough in a lifetime - but... yeah. A good idea, someone take it from me.
Aaaanyway, Deep Space Nine. I have watched the first four five eight oh, shut up episodes, and they are wonderful. Well, the pilot isn't - I was singularly unimpressed with it, but that said most pilots are terrible, The West Wing being the honourable exception - but all the rest take the dodgy premise and colour in the lines beautifully. So far, I think Bashir is cute, Sisko is bland but fun, Kira would be less annoying if she shouted less, but she's growing on me, Odo is full of promise and Dax is my favourite. I love Garak. I love how it has all the mess and complexity of real politics, and upright and basically good people who nevertheless want to beat the crap out of each other, and quirky little tensions and background details and flashes of humour. And I love how all the runabout ships docked at the station are named after rivers on Earth. I have a feeling watching it all is going to be a long-term project.
(Also! Avery Brooks has the nicest smile. Seriously! I love the way his entire face lights up. Awww.)
And the other thing. imochan is hosting a Sirius/Remus renaissance and it is AMAZING. Okay, Sirius/Remus has come up a bit recently, and every time I just sort of respond by clutching my breast and going, "oh, my heart." Because I am not what you might call OTP-girl - almost a decade on I am still vainly asserting that I write gen, really - but Sirius/Remus, I never loved a pairing like that and I never will again, because oh, dear, their love, I get silly about it. Their epic, beautiful, doomed love. (I mean, I say things like "epic, beautiful, doomed love".) Their history, the way they finish each other's sentences after thirteen years apart, their history. And, the way that post is all people I used to know shouting Animagi! Bring back Black! Killed by DRAPERY! Shoebox! Levity! Lying low at Lupin's, a genre!, without any shred of context because they don't need it. It was a fandom within a fandom, really. It was joyous and I loved it so much.
Threfore: an old rec: seven things that didn't happen on Valentine's Day at Hogwarts, or maybe they did by rageprufrock.
And a new thing: dogdaysofsummer, 2009. I'm sorely tempted.
This has been your daily gamma-ray burst of high-pitched shrieking. I leave you now for tracing at common law.
The author mentions she's not happy with the execution and I can see what she means, but, dude, the idea. And Donna-the-Bajoran, Leo-the-Tellarite and Toby-the-Vulcan (ohmygod yes) are worth it.
Today, I bought interview clothes, which was not very fun - although the clothes are nice - and boots, yaaay. They're meant to replace my old battered ones, and they are solic and chunky and have that new-boot smell, and also the inside of them still has that your-feet-are-cast-in-iron feel that I like. All tact as usual, mother has been complaining that they make me look like Popeye, but as I have attempted to patiently explain, my feet are not exactly something for which I bear responsibility and it's not as though any shoes I wore, and indeed my bare feet, wouldn't make me look grotesque by her definition. I don't know. Moving right on.
Two other things. Firstly, Deep Space Nine is great! Why did no on tell me Deep Space Nine is great? It dawned on me that it represents an enormous chunk of Star Trek that I have not seen - I mean, I don't think I have seen every episode of TNG and Voyager, but I have definitely seen the good ones. A lot of times. And Enterprise I did give the proverbial fair try, and I have seen the classic TOS episodes - enough to know you need a beard to be evil, except that all Irish people by definition are.
Actually, I'm being unfair to TOS. There's one or two episodes which I would love to see remade now, or at least, I'd love to see what a good writer would do with them and the reboot cast: there's "The Empath", which is about the only one of the originals where I can look beyond all the terrible effects and see the scary, angstilicious one-act play that's really being done, and then there's "And The World is Hollow For I Have Touched The Sky", which I think is massively underrated, and also something that Kirk/McCoy shippers ought to do a lot with. I mean, it seems clear that at some point in the reboot timeline, McCoy will be diagnosed with xenopolycythaemia.
There's a great idea for a ficathon right there, in fact: rewrite, or remix, or retell, a TOS episode plotline in the reboot universe. I'd run it if I hadn't sworn never to run a ficathon again - four is enough in a lifetime - but... yeah. A good idea, someone take it from me.
Aaaanyway, Deep Space Nine. I have watched the first four five eight oh, shut up episodes, and they are wonderful. Well, the pilot isn't - I was singularly unimpressed with it, but that said most pilots are terrible, The West Wing being the honourable exception - but all the rest take the dodgy premise and colour in the lines beautifully. So far, I think Bashir is cute, Sisko is bland but fun, Kira would be less annoying if she shouted less, but she's growing on me, Odo is full of promise and Dax is my favourite. I love Garak. I love how it has all the mess and complexity of real politics, and upright and basically good people who nevertheless want to beat the crap out of each other, and quirky little tensions and background details and flashes of humour. And I love how all the runabout ships docked at the station are named after rivers on Earth. I have a feeling watching it all is going to be a long-term project.
(Also! Avery Brooks has the nicest smile. Seriously! I love the way his entire face lights up. Awww.)
And the other thing. imochan is hosting a Sirius/Remus renaissance and it is AMAZING. Okay, Sirius/Remus has come up a bit recently, and every time I just sort of respond by clutching my breast and going, "oh, my heart." Because I am not what you might call OTP-girl - almost a decade on I am still vainly asserting that I write gen, really - but Sirius/Remus, I never loved a pairing like that and I never will again, because oh, dear, their love, I get silly about it. Their epic, beautiful, doomed love. (I mean, I say things like "epic, beautiful, doomed love".) Their history, the way they finish each other's sentences after thirteen years apart, their history. And, the way that post is all people I used to know shouting Animagi! Bring back Black! Killed by DRAPERY! Shoebox! Levity! Lying low at Lupin's, a genre!, without any shred of context because they don't need it. It was a fandom within a fandom, really. It was joyous and I loved it so much.
Threfore: an old rec: seven things that didn't happen on Valentine's Day at Hogwarts, or maybe they did by rageprufrock.
And a new thing: dogdaysofsummer, 2009. I'm sorely tempted.
This has been your daily gamma-ray burst of high-pitched shrieking. I leave you now for tracing at common law.