After Mike says "Ah! The Manipulator Arm..." and reaches for the controls, The text above the controls spell "MANOS" -- and a short, but distinct rendition of the first few bars of Torgo's theme song plays.
Anyone else catch this subtle reference? ;) I'm amazed I didn't catch it the first time around.
Title: spring bound
Word Count: 2,600 words
Characters, Rating: Wilson/House, Cuddy, other; PG
Setting: This is a sequel to When He was a Girl.
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Summary: Wilson adjusts to his new life.
( He does not know what he expected. )
Folks, just a quick word: this week has become unusually disrupted due to other work that’s going on in-house, so I’m going to have to postpone the chapter posting until just after the 27th. Unfortunately the chapter’s just not ready to go up yet, the in-house crisis won’t allow any work on any other projects until the weekend — when we’re due to be at the Discworld convention in Birmingham — and even then opportunities for work will be understandably spotty until Wednesday.
(sigh) I’m so sorry about this. Life this month just has not been going to plan. More shortly, however.
And really, as far as films go, it's far from perfect. The biggest flaw is the one that really should sink the film entirely, namely that the leads have absolutely zero chemistry whatsoever. I forget who declared the film law that actors who are dating in real life have terrible chemistry on screen, but L.A. STORY is a prime example with Steve Martin and then-wife Victoria Tennant (and what the hell else has she done since?). Let's face it, Sarah Jessica Parker's SanDeE* is the far more compelling love interest, and that's saying something.
Plus, it has Sarah Jessica Parker.
Plus plus, it's terribly dated, but what do you expect when your story lovingly skewers the superficial shallowness of Los Angeles (which, ironically, is always relevant and timely)?
Plus plus plus, the climactic moment involves Enya.
And yet, I loved the film when I first saw it, mainly due to the wonderful combination of wit, quotability, Shakespeare, and magic realism. Flaws and all, I was still ready to call it Martin's masterpiece when I rejoined the Rude Mechanicals from a semester abroad in London to take a part in their production of AS YOU LIKE IT. This was notable for two reasons: 1.) it was my first ever exposure to the play, and 2.) it was where I met Tammy.
When I revisited L.A. STORY not long after AYLI wrapped up and my affair with Tammy went into full-blown adolescent Chernobyl, I noticed something I had never--could never have--caught the first times around. It was a moment that would pass unnoticed by even most Shakespeare nerds, a quote that is hardly well-known, unless of course you had reason to know AS YOU LIKE IT pretty damn well.
As such, try to imagine how I felt when I saw this scene:
Even watching this out-of-context clip, my eyes still burn.
Time to revisit this film, methinks.
*As opposed to my usual date movie choices, RAVENOUS and THE NINTH CONFIGURATION. Or if I'm feeling mushy, LEON: THE PROFESSIONAL.
- Location:Foot of the Mountain Hotel, Boulder, CO
- Mood:
nostalgic - Music:"Exile," Enya (DON'T JUDGE MEEEEEEEEE!!!)
- The closer you look at an original William Blake, the more blisteringly crazy he gets. #
Author : Sam Clough, Staff Writer
“Look, man,” I’d noticed that Mark’s type always seemed to call you ‘man’ or ‘mate”, “I did some proper analysis of the whole tinfoil hat thing. You’d need almost a full helmet, a nice thick grounding chain, and preferably an electrified mesh to make it work properly. The straight tinfoil doesn’t make your brain unreadable, it amplifies the signals. Makes it so much easier to read. If I didn’t know better, I’d say that State seeded this whole ‘tinfoil hat to protect you from mind control rays’ into popular culture precisely to catch the less scientifically-minded subversive.”
I was interviewing Mark for an underground magazine, to publish some of his ‘findings’ under a pseudonym. His paranoia kept him from actively seeking publicity, but it was one of the few things he desperately craved. I could tell: I had a gift for getting the delusionals to talk. The trick was to act just interested enough, but never too convinced. They’re worse than fundamentalists when they think they might get a conversion.
“As long as you don’t re-edit any of my documents, I can’t see any reason for you not to publish. The writing style has been mangled so they can’t trace it to any of my openly available works,” he paused, and glanced upwards, “I do have one thing which I haven’t committed to encryption yet. How’s your shorthand?”
“Great.”
“Then start taking notes. There’s a way - I found a technique to simulate the effect of an electromagnetic barrier by use of thought patterns. It takes maybe two days to set up, then the thought-waveform can be maintained from day-to-day with just an hour’s conscious thought. If you suspect that one of the five factors-”
“Five factors?” I interrupted him.
“Yes. The big five - our home-grown Three-Letter-Agencies, New Earth, Shan, Nova Tar, and the Coalition.”
“I already have your notes on those, I think.” I flicked through the sheets of cleartext he’d given me since the start of our meetings.
“You do. Anyway. If one of them is actively probing you, you can reinforce the waveform in a clandestine manner. It’s untraceable. The scanners think you’re just one of the sheeple. It uses five concepts that are prevalent in the propaganda they feed us to set up a loop. They can read our minds to a fair degree of accuracy, but ten billion minds produces a lot of noise. The scanners are almost entirely automated, and so depend on pattern recognition. The self-sustaining loop of concept-motive-concept is enough to fool the scanners.”
“Mmm-hmm. What concepts do you use?”
“That would invalidate the protection it gives: you’ve got to pick your own images, otherwise a metapattern emerges.”
“Ahh, I see.”
The following day, I wrote the article up. I quite liked it - it catalogued the crazy, and was pitched just right so the skeptics thought I was mocking and the believers thought I was one of the faithful. Another gift. After I emailed the finished article, I sent another email to the other address. To the people who’d given me the gifts.
Mark Chapman is thoroughly insane, but poses no threat. The methods he’s latched onto are totally ineffective. By chance or judgement, he’s struck upon the truth of some of your scanning techniques. I’d recommend keeping watch, just in case.
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Book sales of Watchmen itself have skyrocketed ever since the trailer came out.
There never was any movie. It's all been an elaborate conspiracy to sell comics! And now they've set this up, which will not only explain why no movie is coming out...but it will attract even MORE book-buying attention so people can see what all the fuss is about.
It's perfect, really. How better to advertise a book about ZOMGCONSPIRACY?
*tinfoil hat*
(._.)
It's not subtitled, but the magic of this show is that really...it doesn't need to be translated to still be fucking funny. Goemon fans, this one's mostly for you. (Although it also contains a sequence immediately after that featuring the return of The Goddamn PTRS, which is something that causes me to make all kinds of undignified squeebly noises.)
Me: So, at work, would you rather be loved or feared by your employees?
Him: Loved.
Me: OK.
Him: Wait, no, what does Michael say...? I want to love them so much they fear me.
Me: ...
Me: I don't think that's what he says.*
*"Would I rather be loved or feared? Easy. Both. I want them to be afraid of how much they love me."
- Mood:
disturbed
I've signed up for two challenges, one of them twice. To specify:
- The fall/winter yuri edition of SSBB. I've always wanted to write for the yuri SSBB. So I finally bit! The theme is "Haunted," and while I don't particuarly enjoy the horror genre, I believe I can work up an interesting idea.
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More to the point, though, I'm not all that worried about being able to write up another 20,000 word story by February. I knocked out A Joy Forever in little over a month, and after "Take It" (currently at 43,000 words), 20,000 feels easy
And I'm signing up because, motivation! I've been waffling on what to write, and I think it's because I don't really have a definite goal; I write a little here, and little there. I miss having a project to come home to every day.
Right now I'm trying to decide between two ideas, both of which I've mentioned here before: either a House/Wilson/Volakis story (how it happens, how it plays out, and how it either lasts or ends), or a rewrite of my Confession series. I'm learning more towards the first one, because I'm craving Volakis, and I can't expect anyone else to write the ship the way I'd want it.
I'm so excited! ♥ I'm so glad to have challenges. And I am so going to hate myself later, aren't I?
The sheer cheese factor is astounding.
- Mood:
amused
Pairing: Edward/Bella
Rating: PG-13
Summary: There was a fork in the road between vampire and human, and she'd always chosen the road less traveled. But somewhere down the line, Bella Swan forgot that there had always been a third choice: herself.
A/N: All quotes preceding chapters are from Buffy and thus belong to Joss the Boss Whedon. Thank you to the ever-wonderful
( Becoming Bella Swan, Ch 2 )
The talented Jeff Grace sculpted these new additions to the Dark Sword range, six wildings from beyond the Wall, to face off against the Night's Watch figures featured in the first wave.
Two are spearwives, the women warriors of the far north, but don't look for ludicrous chainmail bikinis on these gals. Fur and leather are a lot more practical in the wild.
The wildlings were a special GenCon run, available for purchase only at the convention, but Dark Sword expects to make them available for mail-order in another month or two, as soon as the rest of "wave 1.5" is ready. Gencon attendees also got a glimpse at prototypes of some of the other figures in the iopeline, including a court lady, two gold cloak guardsmen, and a stunning 54mm sculpt of Daenerys and her newborn dragons, fresh from the fires of Khal Drogo's funeral pyre, all from Tom Meier. Watch this space for pictures for those figures, when they are available.
We'll also have pictures of the winning entries in the painting contest. My friends at Dark Sword tell me that some of them were truly spectacular. I look forward to seeing them.
- Location:Santa Fe
- Mood:
happy


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