Ugh. Sorry, guys, I won't be posting the comedy thing today – a combination of mild food poisoning and three parental visits (both of mine, separately, and his mum) over the weekend left me in a weakened state, fit only for memeage and commenting about Doctor Who.
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crazedturkey, linnet_101, lady_draco2005, sorry I took so long to post you some questions (in comments on previous post), feel free not to answer them if this meme is, like, so totally five minutes ago. *g*Answers to questions wot I requested...
From abyssinia4077...
1) If I came to the UK to visit, where would you take me?
Well, hm. If I'd not learnt to drive by then, it'd probably have to be somewhere around London. There's the Science Museum, which rocks but is a bit obvious. Camden, maybe, to see Bast's headquarters on Earth. No, I'm going to assume I've learnt to drive, and we could go on a day trip to Oxford, with a stop at the White Horse at Uffington and Wayland's Smithy on the way. Oxford is one of my favourite places – it's a good example of what Britain does well: old and pompous mixed with life and knowledge and eccentricity and history. It's smaller and quirkier than Cambridge, and prettier than London, and it has... atmosphere. Plus lots of nice places to have cream tea by the river.
abyssinia4077...1) If I came to the UK to visit, where would you take me?
Well, hm. If I'd not learnt to drive by then, it'd probably have to be somewhere around London. There's the Science Museum, which rocks but is a bit obvious. Camden, maybe, to see Bast's headquarters on Earth. No, I'm going to assume I've learnt to drive, and we could go on a day trip to Oxford, with a stop at the White Horse at Uffington and Wayland's Smithy on the way. Oxford is one of my favourite places – it's a good example of what Britain does well: old and pompous mixed with life and knowledge and eccentricity and history. It's smaller and quirkier than Cambridge, and prettier than London, and it has... atmosphere. Plus lots of nice places to have cream tea by the river.
2) You are all creative with the animation class and such - what's your favorite art form as a creator and as a spectator?
Eee. Well, I love painting, if we're talking visual arts (my favourite overall is writing). I don't do it nearly enough to be any good, but when I did, I used to get into a sort of zone, where I knew what I needed to paint, and how I wanted to apply it, and... it was weird and instinctual – kind of bypassing the rational parts of my brain. I loved that, so much. I love animation too, but it's more cerebral than instinctual. I'd like to do more of it, so I can get past the 'I know what I want to paint' bit, and into the 'I know how this will affect other people' thing.
And as a spectator... hmm, difficult question. I think I like specific artists, rather than mediums, because it can be dull and uninteresting or completely beautiful and inspirational, and that doesn't seem to depend on the 'how'. That said, I'm more interested in painting than I am in, say, theatre, because I have more knowledge of how it works. So, overall, painting.
3) Tell us about one crazy habit you had as a kid.
Crazy habits? Moi? Okay, yeah. Um, I wasn't capable of sitting straight in a chair (I'm still not too good at it, to be fair). I'd sit upside-down, feet in the air, leaning over an arm, stand on my head... anything but feet on the ground and bum on the seat. *g*
4) You get to create a tv show that is guaranteed at least one full season. What's the plot concept and who stars in it?
Hm. I'd want to do something that is set in the present day, UK, perhaps North London, perhaps Wales, but with some sort of magical or science fiction element – maybe more magical than sci fi. And with historical elements, too – a link to the past, in some way. Old buildings with hidden corners. I'd want it to be a kind of magical version of the Secret Garden, where someone turns a corner, and finds a door, and through that is... magic stuff. But weird, elemental, not particularly friendly magic, based on the sort of stuff I read when I was a kid – Alan Garner, Susan Cooper, Diana Wynne Jones, that sort of thing. It'd be kind of a kids show, but not in a cute way – more... unsettling. Creepy, and full of unnameable fears, but also with the potential for anything to turn out to be true.
Starring... well, I always prefer shows with a cast of unknowns, to be honest. I don't like having preconceptions about what someone is going to do. I'd give Tom Baker a guest spot, though.
5) How would you see Sam and Jack living happily ever after?
I felt the urge to answer in sort-of-fic...
It's not about the white picket fence (although freedom to visit the cabin whenever she wants is nice), or the 2.4 children (although she has been feeling a bit peculiar lately, but her periods have always been irregular, and anyhow the thought isn't so much "my life would be complete" as "OMGsheerterror"). It's not about the sex (although... explosive), or the kissing (although that's very, very nice, and usually leads to the sex, which... yeah). It's not about the way their eyes meet across a crowded bar or battleground or briefing table, and he gives her this look for which there aren't enough words, and she knows he's reading the same thing in her eyes – and sometimes he gives her a tiny smile and there's nothing that can stop her from smiling back; sometimes it's more wordless sympathy, or understanding, or an order to stay silent and not to give up, or a promise that this isn't how it ends; sometimes it's a look that she hadn't allowed herself to interpret, before, but now she can and does and has to forcibly remind herself that pouncing on him in public is still inadvisable, even if that's now only because they'll be laughed at. Although that's almost it.
Their happily ever after is in those moments, late at night or early in the morning, when his arms are around her and hers are around him, their legs tangled, and they're as close together as they can get, skin-to-skin, his stubble prickling through her hair... she lets go of a sigh that she feels like she's been holding back forever, and he echoes it with feeling. That's it. Right there.
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From holdouttrout...
holdouttrout...1. Do you wish you were taller or shorter? Why?
I'm short, but I like it. Occasionally I wish I could get things from high shelves more easily, but I've never seriously wished to be tall. I like being little. I think it's my reading history: the books I grew up with managed to successfully sell to me the idea of short = tough = heroine. I can't think of an example offhand, but I just remember the type to which I aspired was the princess who went out and had her own adventures, and she usually seemed to be short. Also, Scully was my favourite role model when I was a teenager.
2. If you could end Stargate in any way you chose, how would you do it?
Fishing. I'm with Jack on this. Fishing is the perfect end. It just... worked. It fitted with what had gone before, it made beautiful sense, it was poetic without being mushy, it left the possibilities open in our minds as to what happened next... Much though I love Cam and Vala, and much though I'd like them to go on making good Stargate eps for all eternity, I would have been completely satisfied if they'd ended it there.
3. What is your secret weapon to lure in the opposite sex? (hee hee)
I was extremely proud, once, that I managed to lure a man whose looks I liked by just staring at him, really hard. *g* I was intending it to be come-hither rather than scary-psycho, and I must've been doing something right, because he seemed to think so. He came over to me, and asked me why I chose him. To which I did a little internal "Yay! I'm totally a goddess!"
4. How do you make friends--quickly, as if you've known them for years, or is it more of a gradual thing as you get to know someone over time?
I tend to connect quickly with the people who remain friends. I'll be talking to someone, and there'll be this moment where I think, "Yes! I totally understand where you're coming from!" It can be about anything. I bonded with my bf over the equitably feeding of pigeons. We both felt compelled to try to feed the one at the back who wasn't getting any of the crumbs that the pushier pigeons at the front were getting, and we sat there and talked about that. So... quickly, I guess.
5. Do you judge books by their covers? What criteria do you have?
Actual books? Yes, I totally do, although I know it's not always going to be my final opinion. I'm completely a sucker for good presentation, though. I like something with a graphic-y style, and the texture of the cover is very important to me, for some reason. I love books that feel expensive – good, heavy paper, not glossy. I also love books that have been made to look older. Not too many cartoons on the cover, and no gold writing. Cutout covers appeal to me – anything with a novelty aspect – although I don't tend to actually buy those, but I will pick them up and play with them. I do find myself drawn to the kind of bookcovers as reviewed by linnet_101, the ones with the guys in tight leather pants and the girls in ripped bodices, standing in front of wind machines, but rarely have the nerve to buy 'em.
linnet_101, the ones with the guys in tight leather pants and the girls in ripped bodices, standing in front of wind machines, but rarely have the nerve to buy 'em. An example of a book I bought recently that I would have had to buy just for the cover, even if I didn't already know and love the author, is The Tent, by Margaret Atwood.
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Okay, I is done. Am going to ask for no more questions, because I have stuff I must do. Like find a new job, and put together the handover for this one. (Temp contract finally coming to an end in two weeks, very much not wanting to think about that right now.)
Okay, I is done. Am going to ask for no more questions, because I have stuff I must do. Like find a new job, and put together the handover for this one. (Temp contract finally coming to an end in two weeks, very much not wanting to think about that right now.)
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I did go and have a nap for a while though. :)
Okay, I want to come to the UK now :) Also, it sounds like you sit in chairs the way I do...stupid chairs. (I actually will often sit on the floor - which sometimes confuses people, especially when I'm doing it right next to my desk)
Aw, your Sam Jack happily-ever-after made me all happy sniffly.
Have you ever tried one of those ergonomic kneeling chairs? I nearly broke my neck on one of those, falling off when trying to sit funny. Not my brightest moment. I usually sit cross-legged in my office chair - which is hell on my knees, every time I bump into the desk, but I just can't sit like a sensible person for a whole day. On the other hand, I'm really quite good at certain seated yoga positions, so I figure it's in some ways healthy...
That's kind of the image I get in my head of happy-ever-after. Just that kind of uff, relax, let go... cuddles. I was very aware that, for most of it, you could pretty much substitute pairing-of-choice, though. :)
And I'll start learning to drive, then. *g*
Oh, yeah.
I usually sit cross-legged in my office chair - which is hell on my knees, every time I bump into the desk
I know exactly what you mean! I usually end up pulling one leg up so that knee is under my chin and then I slide under the desk easier...sortof...
Airplanes are the worst because there isn't that much room to sit abnormally - I think I drive the person next to me nuts with all my rearranging.
That's kind of the image I get in my head of happy-ever-after. Just that kind of uff, relax, let go... cuddles. I was very aware that, for most of it, you could pretty much substitute pairing-of-choice, though. :)
Except for the cabin bit :) Yeah, it can work for any pairing, but there is something about it that really works for Sam and Jack and does make me all melty (how come I don't care for the pairing onscreen but when people like you write it it can make me all schmoopy=happy?)
And I'll start learning to drive, then. *g*
:P That or you can navigate and I'll drive (assuming American licenses transfer over - I know I've been in a rental car in the UK with an American driving, constantly reminding them "turn right, stay left")
I don't know why that S/J snippet works... I'm glad it does. I guess maybe I have a lot of schmoopy feelings for the pairing, and managed to convey them. *g*
Fortunately, lanes in Oxfordshire are often so tiny that right or left makes no difference. Oncoming traffic is a bit of a worry, though. If I remember right, licences transfer over if you've been driving for, oh, more than three years, or something like that. *is planning your trip already* :)
*nods* very much with conveying of the schmoop. And those two deserve a little happiness.
Well, I've been driving for 9+ (wow, counting that makes me feel oddly old even though I know I'm not) though I admit, having seen British streets (and the narrowness) I think I'd be happy walking. Should be good! Yay trip! Um....that isn't likely to happen anytime soon...*grumbles* For three years in a row I went to the UK, Wales, and then China and now I haven't left the states in 7 years. Wanna travel!
"Hey! Careful, there."
"I thought being a General was supposed to be safer," asked Daniel, closing his eyes as the room spun slightly.
"Not when you're around," grumbled Jack. He brushed at the BDUs. They showed up damp patches showed up so beautifully. "Dammit, Daniel..."
"What's with the black eye?"
Jack shrugged. "Sympathy injury?" he suggested, waving at the bandaging around Daniel's head. Daniel frowned. Jack sighed. "It's the new chair Walter ordered for me. It attacked me."
Daniel squinted at him. "It..."
"Attacked me," confirmed Jack. "It's this goddamn ergo-whatsit contraption, supposed to be good for my, you know-" he twitched in a way to indicate that maybe his back was playing him up again but not in a way that was at all serious and nothing he was too concerned about but Walter kept making a fuss so he was going along with it for the sake of peace and quiet.
Daniel stared at him, patently trying to work out whose injury was causing the confusion he was experiencing.
"I tried to get up quickly, and it tackledmetothefloor," muttered Jack. "Bumped my head on the desk."
Daniel blinked.
"Andthenitleaptonmeandsmackedmeintheass," added Jack, quickly – perhaps hoping if he said it fast enough, Daniel wouldn't notice. But that was a lost cause: Daniel was the king of speed-talking.
Daniel thought about this. "There's video footage, isn't there?" he concluded.
"I wouldn't be telling you, otherwise," said Jack.
Daniel nodded, and then winced at the pain that caused. "Doing the rounds?"
"Highest levels," confirmed Jack, mournfully.
Daniel hesitated. "President?" he asked, gently.
Jack closed his eyes and sighed.
Daniel is so definitely the king of speed-talking. Oddly, I didn't realize this until someone pointed it out, but it's very, very true.
And so very Jack!
And now I'm imagining President Hayes in the Oval Office alternately snickering at the video and realizing Earth is DOOMED!
And of course the chair attacked him. You would expect Jack to have got tangled up in a chair all on his own, now, would you? He'd never be that undignified. :D
*g*
Fishing is the perfect end. As much as I love the new part of the series, what with its crackiness and my love for Vala, I agree that Threads and Moebius were just...it's such a good way to end! And it even has a little coda in Moebius for us!
Your secret man-attracting power is awesome! I'm only just beginning to realized a woman's true arsenal, myself. More at eleven.
Also, your happily-ever-after fic is great.
Oh! And shorter=tough=heroine works...but so does tall=awkward=unlikely heroine. I'm on the short side of tall, myself, and was always pretty happy with that. Something to be said for fantasy, I guess. :-)
Oooh... I sense gossip. *is listening with interest*
Yeah, fishing was just a lovely way to end. But almost never will a show end gracefully if there's a tiny possibility of them making more money. /cynicism.
And yes, heroines were sometimes awkward and just beginning to be tall, so that works for my mental 'people who are the star of the story' image, too. *g*
I *hate* that TV is run by people who intend to make money. Argh.
Yay for many different types of heroines. My favorites were the bookish ones who wore glasses. Come to think of it, that's rather my favorite type of hero, too.
someone liked our kid!fic (http://abyssinia4077.livejournal.com/151304.html?thread=1463048#t1463048)
Must get on with that website, sometime. Agh.
Eh, don't worry about the website. there are more important things to do (like writing more snippets....)