Multi-fandom, then! (And: Star Wars meets P.G. Wodehouse)
Thank you, all those who have answered so far, for your kind and honest answers. Opening this journal up to any fannish interests that strike my fancy seems to be the overwhelming preference, so that's what I shall do. I've begun adjusting my userinfo accordingly, and will add/replace interests as they occur to me. Here are the points to keep in mind going forward regarding this journal:
1) We can view it as an entertainment column. I will give background and links when I can, to make it easier for the uninitiated to follow along if they wish.
2) I'll also include the basic fandom in the subject line (for example, see this entry) so you can skip if you like.
3) You're still welcome to read my everyday real-life thoughts and complaints in lemonlye, but the fannish stuff I would have originally put there will now be put here. Thus, those who have both journals friended should not get the same post doubled. (Except in this post, which contains a reprint from lemonlye.)
4) I reserve the right to give this whole thing up as a stupid idea if it isn't working out, at any point.
5) I totally understand if you want to unfriend. You were led here under all-LOTR-all-the-time pretenses, which I have now nullified. So-- *props open the door, letting in the fresh spring air, and letting out anyone who wants out* This door here, it's always open. Edit: Oh, uh, this goes without saying, but I'll say it anyway: I will still write about LOTR, of course, if the mood takes me. This isn't becoming a non-LOTR journal or anything. :)
6) In the meantime, a weird crossover I wrote for my other journal, to entertain the select few who are both familiar with Star Wars (the original three, at least), and with P.G. Wodehouse's Jeeves and Wooster stories (or the TV version thereof, starring Hugh Laurie and Stephen Fry). This piece was brought about by the observation that C3P0 and Jeeves are very similar characters, except that Jeeves is a better protocol droid since he never gets ruffled.
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A scene from Star Wars, as acted by Jeeves and Wooster:
LUKE: Threeps, pack my cases! We're going with old Benifold Kenobi to Alderaan.
3P0: Alderaan, sir? Are you quite sure?
LUKE: Yes, can't hang about here, I'm afraid. Dear old Auntie Beru and Uncle Owen have finally shuffled off this mortal coil, as you know. If I stay, I'm dreadfully sure Lady Starleaper will be nosing about and trying to marry me off to her daughter Honoria--they're after my inheritance. Hoping some rich suitor will ignore the girl's bitter tongue and only notice her blue eyes, or some such rot.
3P0: Ahem. Indeed, sir. It would be a most unsuitable match. But don't you find Alderaan a bit far to run?
LUKE: Not at all. Should be lovely this time of year. Old Ben knows his way, and Hanfred Solo-Fitzwopper can give us a lift in his ship. Supposed to be devilish fast!
3P0: (sigh) Very well, sir, if you are quite determined.
LUKE: What, now, Threeps--I get the feeling you don't want to go!
3P0: I confess I am not at all fond of space travel, sir.
LUKE: Well, you shall just have to suck it up, as they say, for I am indeed quite determined. Determined to get some R and R, that is--oh, and pack my lightsaber, would you?
3P0: Your lightsaber? Do you anticipate fighting a duel, sir?
LUKE: (winking) One never knows, Threeps! One never knows. I hear there's a princess who needs rescuing, and I fancy myself just the fellow to do it!
3P0: Oh dear...
LUKE: Better match than Honoria Starleaper, what?
3P0: Ahem. I'm not entirely sure of that, sir.
LUKE: Why not? Threeps, you know something! I can tell you do. Spill it!
3P0: Forgive me, sir, it's only that Mr. Solo-Fitzwopper may have, shall we say, a "prior claim" there.
LUKE: Solo-Fitzwopper and the princess? Oh, Threeps, now you're just pulling my leg. Scruffy bloke like him--don't get me wrong; I like the man well enough--but him, with a girl of royalty? Really, you are too much.
3P0: If you say so, sir.
1) We can view it as an entertainment column. I will give background and links when I can, to make it easier for the uninitiated to follow along if they wish.
2) I'll also include the basic fandom in the subject line (for example, see this entry) so you can skip if you like.
3) You're still welcome to read my everyday real-life thoughts and complaints in lemonlye, but the fannish stuff I would have originally put there will now be put here. Thus, those who have both journals friended should not get the same post doubled. (Except in this post, which contains a reprint from lemonlye.)
4) I reserve the right to give this whole thing up as a stupid idea if it isn't working out, at any point.
5) I totally understand if you want to unfriend. You were led here under all-LOTR-all-the-time pretenses, which I have now nullified. So-- *props open the door, letting in the fresh spring air, and letting out anyone who wants out* This door here, it's always open. Edit: Oh, uh, this goes without saying, but I'll say it anyway: I will still write about LOTR, of course, if the mood takes me. This isn't becoming a non-LOTR journal or anything. :)
6) In the meantime, a weird crossover I wrote for my other journal, to entertain the select few who are both familiar with Star Wars (the original three, at least), and with P.G. Wodehouse's Jeeves and Wooster stories (or the TV version thereof, starring Hugh Laurie and Stephen Fry). This piece was brought about by the observation that C3P0 and Jeeves are very similar characters, except that Jeeves is a better protocol droid since he never gets ruffled.
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A scene from Star Wars, as acted by Jeeves and Wooster:
LUKE: Threeps, pack my cases! We're going with old Benifold Kenobi to Alderaan.
3P0: Alderaan, sir? Are you quite sure?
LUKE: Yes, can't hang about here, I'm afraid. Dear old Auntie Beru and Uncle Owen have finally shuffled off this mortal coil, as you know. If I stay, I'm dreadfully sure Lady Starleaper will be nosing about and trying to marry me off to her daughter Honoria--they're after my inheritance. Hoping some rich suitor will ignore the girl's bitter tongue and only notice her blue eyes, or some such rot.
3P0: Ahem. Indeed, sir. It would be a most unsuitable match. But don't you find Alderaan a bit far to run?
LUKE: Not at all. Should be lovely this time of year. Old Ben knows his way, and Hanfred Solo-Fitzwopper can give us a lift in his ship. Supposed to be devilish fast!
3P0: (sigh) Very well, sir, if you are quite determined.
LUKE: What, now, Threeps--I get the feeling you don't want to go!
3P0: I confess I am not at all fond of space travel, sir.
LUKE: Well, you shall just have to suck it up, as they say, for I am indeed quite determined. Determined to get some R and R, that is--oh, and pack my lightsaber, would you?
3P0: Your lightsaber? Do you anticipate fighting a duel, sir?
LUKE: (winking) One never knows, Threeps! One never knows. I hear there's a princess who needs rescuing, and I fancy myself just the fellow to do it!
3P0: Oh dear...
LUKE: Better match than Honoria Starleaper, what?
3P0: Ahem. I'm not entirely sure of that, sir.
LUKE: Why not? Threeps, you know something! I can tell you do. Spill it!
3P0: Forgive me, sir, it's only that Mr. Solo-Fitzwopper may have, shall we say, a "prior claim" there.
LUKE: Solo-Fitzwopper and the princess? Oh, Threeps, now you're just pulling my leg. Scruffy bloke like him--don't get me wrong; I like the man well enough--but him, with a girl of royalty? Really, you are too much.
3P0: If you say so, sir.