Origin Stories
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ch1pper wants a post-WGFA ficlet in return for her lovely icon, I was forced, FORCED, I tell you to rewatch it tonight. The things I do for art!! So of course, since it's on the same DVD, I also had to watch my guilty pleasure, BoD. I really love this ep. It's... yeah, I know. But I love the snark, I love the Butch n' Sundance, I love the absolutely wretched judgement call that lead Chi and D'ARgo to bring the damned thing on in the first place. And hee - if Rygel is the anti-Yoda, the Vorc is like a combination between the anti-ET and some weird Sumrai/frogicken. I also love the funky square lettuce cubes that Zhaan is putting away:) And hee - I listened to Ricky Manning and Rowan Woods commentary on WGFA and I love when they talk about it being messy. It is such a messy show, and that explains so much of my adoration.
I also drank a lot of sake, which tends to make things funnier. It also makes me far more likely to repeat the dialogue along with the screen. Thank god M.'s at work. The cats don't care. They're used to it. They don't even flinch when I do the same thing with Aliens.
Among the other artists who attend the same group that I do on Thursdays, we've been discussing origin stories. Not origin as in existence, but how we got to be in the literal place we are. When you come to LA, you tend to do so for a reason, and one of the projects we've decided to undertake is to have everyone offer up their arrival story - the whys, wheres and wherefores of how we came to Los Angeles.
I have yet to write the story, having told it so many times before, but framing it in text is a new challenge - framing the details of the journey, the blue highways, the coffee and skittles and poor frozen cat who spent most of the journey under the air conditioning vents because I was so scared he'd overheat. And then we got to St. George, Utah where I had to stay in a motel by myself and all I could think about was being the girl in the horror movie, being the girl not found the next day, having serial killer dreams in the desert at the height of summer. Hardly an auspicious beginning to my journey here.
ch1pper wants a post-WGFA ficlet in return for her lovely icon, I was forced, FORCED, I tell you to rewatch it tonight. The things I do for art!! So of course, since it's on the same DVD, I also had to watch my guilty pleasure, BoD. I really love this ep. It's... yeah, I know. But I love the snark, I love the Butch n' Sundance, I love the absolutely wretched judgement call that lead Chi and D'ARgo to bring the damned thing on in the first place. And hee - if Rygel is the anti-Yoda, the Vorc is like a combination between the anti-ET and some weird Sumrai/frogicken. I also love the funky square lettuce cubes that Zhaan is putting away:) And hee - I listened to Ricky Manning and Rowan Woods commentary on WGFA and I love when they talk about it being messy. It is such a messy show, and that explains so much of my adoration.I also drank a lot of sake, which tends to make things funnier. It also makes me far more likely to repeat the dialogue along with the screen. Thank god M.'s at work. The cats don't care. They're used to it. They don't even flinch when I do the same thing with Aliens.
Among the other artists who attend the same group that I do on Thursdays, we've been discussing origin stories. Not origin as in existence, but how we got to be in the literal place we are. When you come to LA, you tend to do so for a reason, and one of the projects we've decided to undertake is to have everyone offer up their arrival story - the whys, wheres and wherefores of how we came to Los Angeles.
I have yet to write the story, having told it so many times before, but framing it in text is a new challenge - framing the details of the journey, the blue highways, the coffee and skittles and poor frozen cat who spent most of the journey under the air conditioning vents because I was so scared he'd overheat. And then we got to St. George, Utah where I had to stay in a motel by myself and all I could think about was being the girl in the horror movie, being the girl not found the next day, having serial killer dreams in the desert at the height of summer. Hardly an auspicious beginning to my journey here.
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Date: 2006-01-17 10:22 am (UTC)Man that paragraph already sounds lyrical. Can't wait for when you actually write the story.
John's blue eyes compell you
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Date: 2006-01-17 03:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-01-17 07:18 pm (UTC)