i'm always all right
Good lord, how has Joe Morgan not been fired yet?
*goes back to watching Dark Angel dvds*
You know, watching the show, Max and Alec are clearly in bickery frenemies mode by Gill Girl, and even closer to being friends by Brainiac, so it still baffles me when people write Max as really mean to him post-Freak Nation. She's never actually really mean to him, when you consider the fact that he did try to kill her and he did do some stupid shit early on. She still saves his life at the cost of the cure in Proof of Purchase, and that's long before they're even bickering co-workers. I guess because I like Max (whenever she's not around Logan, who drains all the life and spark out of her), I'm always taken aback at how badly she's portrayed in fic, usually to elevate Alec into something he's really not. They're both emotionally stunted and kind of obnoxious, but of course, he's the only one who's allowed to be by fandom.
Also, it's nice hearing Jensen speak without that stupid growly Batman voice.
Anyway, I have been in a Max/Alec mood lately, and I've been thinking about writing some, and here are some songs that put me in that state of mind:
Big City Life - Mattafix
Don't you wanna know me?
Be a friend of mine.
I'll share some wisdom with you.
Don't you ever get lonely,
From time to time
Don't let the system get you down
Control - Poe
While you were looking the other way
While you had your eyes closed
While you were licking your lips
'Cause I was miserable
While you were selling your soul
While you were tearing a hole in me
I was taking control
Flesh Mechanic - Placebo
He tries to embrace her
she wants him to race her
he needs a laser
to get it through her skull
means and lies and hatreds
tears that fall in sequence
cold caress
imprints
conversation growing dull
50ft Queenie - PJ Harvey
Glory, glory
Lay it all on me
50ft queenie
50 and rising
You bend over
Casanova
No sweat I'm clean
Nothing can touch me
Let Me Drown - Soundgarden
So throw it away, you don't have to take me
Make no mistakes I am what you make me
So let it go, won't you let it go, won't you let it go, won't you let it?
And drown me in you, drown me in you, drown me in you
Ain't It Heavy - Melissa Etheridge
Tell me where can a woman find any kind of peace?
When does the fury and the agony cease?
How long have I got to say, "Please"?
Kiss You Better - Maximo Park
I know the night has reached that stage again,
Where I never wanna see my home,
I know that you'll provide the brains,
But who'll provide the brawn,
And if it comes down to me and him,
You know I'd kiss you better
Sometime Around Midnight - The Airborne Toxic Event
And so there's a change
In your emotions
And all of these memories come rushing
Like feral waves to your mind
Of the curl of your bodies
Like two perfect circles entwined
And you feel hopeless, and homeless
And lost in the haze
Of the wine
Foundations - Kate Nash
Then I'll use that voice what you find annoying
And say something like
"Intelligent input, darling.
Why don't you just have another beer then?"
Then you call me a bitch and everyone we're with will be embarrassed,
and I won't give a shit.
Kiss With a Fist - Florence + the Machine
you hit me once
i hit you back
you gave a kick
i gave a slap
you smashed a plate
over my head
then i set fire to our bed
Point of No Return - Exposé
I, I'd like to feel the passion
To the point of no return, oh, baby
I will be in full reaction
I'm gonna take you in my arms
Both Hands - Ani DiFranco
I am walking
out in the rain
and I am listening to the low moan
of the dial tone again
and I am getting
nowhere with you
I'll Be You - the Replacements
And I could purge my soul perhaps
For the imminent collapse
Oh yeah, I'll tell you what we could do
You be me for a while, I'll be you
Between Two Lungs - Florence + the Machine
Now all the days of begging
The days of theft
No more gasping for a breath
The air has filled me head-to-toe
And I can see the ground far below
I have this breath and I hold it tight
And I keep it in my chest with all my might
Ooh Child - The Five Stairsteps
Some day, yeah
We'll put it together and we'll get it all done
Some day
When your head is much lighter
Some day, yeah,
We'll walk in the rays of a beautiful sun
Some day
When the world is much brighter
***
I think I know what story I'm remixing, and what I'm going to do with it. I just have to actually sit down and write it now. Sigh. I need to start writing again, instead of just faffing about on the internet all day.
At least I have breakfast and lunch for the week - I made pulled pork and orange cranberry cake, so I will be eating well, at least.
***
Today's poem:
Starfish
This is what life does. It lets you walk up to
the store to buy breakfast and the paper, on a
stiff knee. It lets you choose the way you have
your eggs, your coffee. Then it sits a fisherman
down beside you at the counter who says, Last night,
the channel was full of starfish. And you wonder,
is this a message, finally, or just another day?
Life lets you take the dog for a walk down to the
pond, where whole generations of biological
processes are boiling beneath the mud. Reeds
speak to you of the natural world: they whisper,
they sing. And herons pass by. Are you old
enough to appreciate the moment? Too old?
There is movement beneath the water, but it
may be nothing. There may be nothing going on.
And then life suggests that you remember the
years you ran around, the years you developed
a shocking lifestyle, advocated careless abandon,
owned a chilly heart. Upon reflection, you are
genuinely surprised to find how quiet you have
become. And then life lets you go home to think
about all this. Which you do, for quite a long time.
Later, you wake up beside your old love, the one
who never had any conditions, the one who waited
you out. This is life's way of letting you know that
you are lucky. (It won't give you smart or brave,
so you'll have to settle for lucky.) Because you
were born at a good time. Because you were able
to listen when people spoke to you. Because you
stopped when you should have and started again.
So life lets you have a sandwich, and pie for your
late night dessert. (Pie for the dog, as well.) And
then life sends you back to bed, to dreamland,
while outside, the starfish drift through the channel,
with smiles on their starry faces as they head
out to deep water, to the far and boundless sea.
~Eleanor Lerman
***
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people have commented there.
*goes back to watching Dark Angel dvds*
You know, watching the show, Max and Alec are clearly in bickery frenemies mode by Gill Girl, and even closer to being friends by Brainiac, so it still baffles me when people write Max as really mean to him post-Freak Nation. She's never actually really mean to him, when you consider the fact that he did try to kill her and he did do some stupid shit early on. She still saves his life at the cost of the cure in Proof of Purchase, and that's long before they're even bickering co-workers. I guess because I like Max (whenever she's not around Logan, who drains all the life and spark out of her), I'm always taken aback at how badly she's portrayed in fic, usually to elevate Alec into something he's really not. They're both emotionally stunted and kind of obnoxious, but of course, he's the only one who's allowed to be by fandom.
Also, it's nice hearing Jensen speak without that stupid growly Batman voice.
Anyway, I have been in a Max/Alec mood lately, and I've been thinking about writing some, and here are some songs that put me in that state of mind:
Big City Life - Mattafix
Don't you wanna know me?
Be a friend of mine.
I'll share some wisdom with you.
Don't you ever get lonely,
From time to time
Don't let the system get you down
Control - Poe
While you were looking the other way
While you had your eyes closed
While you were licking your lips
'Cause I was miserable
While you were selling your soul
While you were tearing a hole in me
I was taking control
Flesh Mechanic - Placebo
He tries to embrace her
she wants him to race her
he needs a laser
to get it through her skull
means and lies and hatreds
tears that fall in sequence
cold caress
imprints
conversation growing dull
50ft Queenie - PJ Harvey
Glory, glory
Lay it all on me
50ft queenie
50 and rising
You bend over
Casanova
No sweat I'm clean
Nothing can touch me
Let Me Drown - Soundgarden
So throw it away, you don't have to take me
Make no mistakes I am what you make me
So let it go, won't you let it go, won't you let it go, won't you let it?
And drown me in you, drown me in you, drown me in you
Ain't It Heavy - Melissa Etheridge
Tell me where can a woman find any kind of peace?
When does the fury and the agony cease?
How long have I got to say, "Please"?
Kiss You Better - Maximo Park
I know the night has reached that stage again,
Where I never wanna see my home,
I know that you'll provide the brains,
But who'll provide the brawn,
And if it comes down to me and him,
You know I'd kiss you better
Sometime Around Midnight - The Airborne Toxic Event
And so there's a change
In your emotions
And all of these memories come rushing
Like feral waves to your mind
Of the curl of your bodies
Like two perfect circles entwined
And you feel hopeless, and homeless
And lost in the haze
Of the wine
Foundations - Kate Nash
Then I'll use that voice what you find annoying
And say something like
"Intelligent input, darling.
Why don't you just have another beer then?"
Then you call me a bitch and everyone we're with will be embarrassed,
and I won't give a shit.
Kiss With a Fist - Florence + the Machine
you hit me once
i hit you back
you gave a kick
i gave a slap
you smashed a plate
over my head
then i set fire to our bed
Point of No Return - Exposé
I, I'd like to feel the passion
To the point of no return, oh, baby
I will be in full reaction
I'm gonna take you in my arms
Both Hands - Ani DiFranco
I am walking
out in the rain
and I am listening to the low moan
of the dial tone again
and I am getting
nowhere with you
I'll Be You - the Replacements
And I could purge my soul perhaps
For the imminent collapse
Oh yeah, I'll tell you what we could do
You be me for a while, I'll be you
Between Two Lungs - Florence + the Machine
Now all the days of begging
The days of theft
No more gasping for a breath
The air has filled me head-to-toe
And I can see the ground far below
I have this breath and I hold it tight
And I keep it in my chest with all my might
Ooh Child - The Five Stairsteps
Some day, yeah
We'll put it together and we'll get it all done
Some day
When your head is much lighter
Some day, yeah,
We'll walk in the rays of a beautiful sun
Some day
When the world is much brighter
***
I think I know what story I'm remixing, and what I'm going to do with it. I just have to actually sit down and write it now. Sigh. I need to start writing again, instead of just faffing about on the internet all day.
At least I have breakfast and lunch for the week - I made pulled pork and orange cranberry cake, so I will be eating well, at least.
***
Today's poem:
Starfish
This is what life does. It lets you walk up to
the store to buy breakfast and the paper, on a
stiff knee. It lets you choose the way you have
your eggs, your coffee. Then it sits a fisherman
down beside you at the counter who says, Last night,
the channel was full of starfish. And you wonder,
is this a message, finally, or just another day?
Life lets you take the dog for a walk down to the
pond, where whole generations of biological
processes are boiling beneath the mud. Reeds
speak to you of the natural world: they whisper,
they sing. And herons pass by. Are you old
enough to appreciate the moment? Too old?
There is movement beneath the water, but it
may be nothing. There may be nothing going on.
And then life suggests that you remember the
years you ran around, the years you developed
a shocking lifestyle, advocated careless abandon,
owned a chilly heart. Upon reflection, you are
genuinely surprised to find how quiet you have
become. And then life lets you go home to think
about all this. Which you do, for quite a long time.
Later, you wake up beside your old love, the one
who never had any conditions, the one who waited
you out. This is life's way of letting you know that
you are lucky. (It won't give you smart or brave,
so you'll have to settle for lucky.) Because you
were born at a good time. Because you were able
to listen when people spoke to you. Because you
stopped when you should have and started again.
So life lets you have a sandwich, and pie for your
late night dessert. (Pie for the dog, as well.) And
then life sends you back to bed, to dreamland,
while outside, the starfish drift through the channel,
with smiles on their starry faces as they head
out to deep water, to the far and boundless sea.
~Eleanor Lerman
***
This entry at DW: http://musesfool.dreamwidth.org/158096.html.
people have commented there.