You Are Doing Well, Subject 15837. You Are A Good Person.
This is an entry of many unconnected things!
- Here is a rather well-done Flash version of Portal (for those who aren't familiar with Portal: it's a puzzle game in which you try to reach your goal by creating portals that lead to each other and harnessing THE POWER OF PHYSICS). It works surprisingly well in two dimensions, and there is a real sense of achievement when you work out how to get past a tricky point. The portal controls (mouse to aim, Q to fire the blue portal and E for yellow, or the left mouse button for whatever isn't the last colour you fired) aren't as intuitive as they could be, I feel, but perhaps that's because I'm using a trackpad. (Use the arrow keys to move and jump.)
- I actually rather like the Eleventh Doctor's outfit. Possibly this is because I can easily envision the elder of my brothers wearing it, and the idea of one's younger brother being the Doctor is rather cool. Well, until one remembers that the writers are probably going to blow up his siblings in a supernova for the angst potential. I'd better stay away from any supernovae until Twelve appears. (Actually, it's probably not a great idea to wander into a supernova no matter what the Doctor is wearing.)
- DEAR ELEVEN: PLEASE GROW SOME EYEBROWS. Perhaps your eyebrowlessness is supposed to emphasise how alien you are (although the actor himself doesn't appear to have eyebrows, so unless he's a Time Lord...), but I find it really disconcerting.
- I really, really want some Derren Brown hetfic, and I don't know why. Is it just because there isn't any? Is it because he is so very, very charming to the women on his shows (just before he ties them up and throws them into a lake)? Is it because I am contrary enough to want a pairing just because it contradicts a character's established sexuality? I hope it's not some sort of subconscious self-insertion desire; that would be very embarrassing. Whatever the reason, whenever Derren Brown strays anywhere near a lady in anything I am writing, I immediately want to pair him up with her. (Then again, more or less the same thing happens whenever Derren Brown is near a man. Apparently I just want to pair him up with everyone.)
- I think there should be fanfiction in which Derren Brown and Misha Collins meet. What would happen? I have no idea, but it needs to be written. One mocks his fans incessantly; the other sends them to sleep, then kidnaps them and abandons them in Morocco. They could get on marvellously.
- I've started rewatching Fullmetal Alchemist, and it seems I'd somehow managed to forget how soul-crushingly depressing the anime is. The manga isn't the happiest thing in the world, certainly, but the anime just piles eight million bricks on the viewer's chest. The third episode makes me cry so much.
- Somehow, I managed to come away from Sunday's episode of Top Gear with the impression that Sienna Miller/Jeremy Clarkson would be sort of cute. I don't know.
- Help, help, I think I 'ship Mitchell and Webb.
- Here is a rather well-done Flash version of Portal (for those who aren't familiar with Portal: it's a puzzle game in which you try to reach your goal by creating portals that lead to each other and harnessing THE POWER OF PHYSICS). It works surprisingly well in two dimensions, and there is a real sense of achievement when you work out how to get past a tricky point. The portal controls (mouse to aim, Q to fire the blue portal and E for yellow, or the left mouse button for whatever isn't the last colour you fired) aren't as intuitive as they could be, I feel, but perhaps that's because I'm using a trackpad. (Use the arrow keys to move and jump.)
- I actually rather like the Eleventh Doctor's outfit. Possibly this is because I can easily envision the elder of my brothers wearing it, and the idea of one's younger brother being the Doctor is rather cool. Well, until one remembers that the writers are probably going to blow up his siblings in a supernova for the angst potential. I'd better stay away from any supernovae until Twelve appears. (Actually, it's probably not a great idea to wander into a supernova no matter what the Doctor is wearing.)
- DEAR ELEVEN: PLEASE GROW SOME EYEBROWS. Perhaps your eyebrowlessness is supposed to emphasise how alien you are (although the actor himself doesn't appear to have eyebrows, so unless he's a Time Lord...), but I find it really disconcerting.
- I really, really want some Derren Brown hetfic, and I don't know why. Is it just because there isn't any? Is it because he is so very, very charming to the women on his shows (just before he ties them up and throws them into a lake)? Is it because I am contrary enough to want a pairing just because it contradicts a character's established sexuality? I hope it's not some sort of subconscious self-insertion desire; that would be very embarrassing. Whatever the reason, whenever Derren Brown strays anywhere near a lady in anything I am writing, I immediately want to pair him up with her. (Then again, more or less the same thing happens whenever Derren Brown is near a man. Apparently I just want to pair him up with everyone.)
- I think there should be fanfiction in which Derren Brown and Misha Collins meet. What would happen? I have no idea, but it needs to be written. One mocks his fans incessantly; the other sends them to sleep, then kidnaps them and abandons them in Morocco. They could get on marvellously.
- I've started rewatching Fullmetal Alchemist, and it seems I'd somehow managed to forget how soul-crushingly depressing the anime is. The manga isn't the happiest thing in the world, certainly, but the anime just piles eight million bricks on the viewer's chest. The third episode makes me cry so much.
- Somehow, I managed to come away from Sunday's episode of Top Gear with the impression that Sienna Miller/Jeremy Clarkson would be sort of cute. I don't know.
- Help, help, I think I 'ship Mitchell and Webb.