sundries: media edition

[rm]

Patty and I have started watching Merlin. It's pretty terrible. It's also pretty inexplicable. The chemistry is amazing and weird (Merlin/Arthur yes, but Guin/Morgana like woah too). Inexplicable is really the only word. I get why people write porn about it, but I don't get why anyone is watching is beyond trying, desperately, to figure out why it exists. Oh, hey, look, random Eve Myles!

Argh, a week without Kings. It's not that good, but it's like nothing else out there and I've found myself missing it.

Doctor Who -- Planet of the Dead -- not the emotional punch I was hoping for. Also, yikes on the Magical Negro front. Jenny and the thief chick should have sex. I wonder what Torchwood was doing while all this shit was going on (other than being glad they weren't in London). Interesting episode structurally for how many other key episodes it referenced (including The Doctor Dances). Loved the "four knocks" premonition thing. Guess that really is John Simm in those blurry frigging photos. Anyway, marchek and I came to the conclusion that the episode was Pitch Black meets The Langoliers

Wacked out dream last night about Australia and raising funds to attend a one week acting/directing course in Sydney that Luhrmann was teaching. Buh? Was set in this weird dream universe version of Sydney and NIDA that I have. But the weirdest part was when I flew down to Sydney just for a day, because I had to (for reasons I can no longer recall), and I was fine dropping $1,500 on the ticket to do it until I realized, after getting there, it was just a one way ticket and I needed $2,322 to get back. bodlon had to come rescue me, and got subjected to one of my long pothos-induced wails about my creative destiny and everything I'm not. Oh! And when I first got to Sydney there was a teenager selling hand-crafted white leather bracelets on the dream!road by the dream!airport and I told her I was broke and wished her good luck. It was the middle of the night and she beamed at me; I had only noticed her because a woman on a cellphone walking towards me had been mean to her. Odd dream that left me oddly out of sorts.

I am finishing work and then heading home I think to write a Jack/Ianto/Andy PWP I just got hit with. Very random.

I see wank coming down the pike in TW fandom (thanks for the heads up redstapler) and wonder of wonders, it's not about me for a fucking change.

Comments

[demotu.livejournal.com]

Oh, I think it ended up on who_anon just recently. Involves Kai and cosplayers?

[rm.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

Not cool.

[demotu.livejournal.com]

The kissing or the secret? Or both?

[rm.livejournal.com]

The whole thing.

Trashing on folks, who I think are a fine group of people, having met them, and who do a lot for the fandom. Going to cons with physical contact agendas. Just... it ranged from rude to just bad plan.

[demotu.livejournal.com]

Aha. I don't know who anyone is in the photo, so that aspect of it didn't occur to me.

Going to cons with physical contact agendas, yeah, sounds like a bad plan.

[rm.livejournal.com]

They were at Gallifrey. Good peeps. And Catie (their Jack) is seriously talented.

[darthhellokitty.livejournal.com]

Ooh, when I went looking for the wank on who_anon, I found something even more exciting: Gareth David Lloyd is now engaged! No doubt much weeping from certain contingents.