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crankygrrl, where are you? Probably working like a productive citizen. Or maybe you got to take some time off, which I hope is the case.
This is our down week at work, so I've gotten to write a lot for myself, but I'm still whimpering in fear at filling out my plot synopsis for Blue Eyes. This has become a huge, overwhelming fear of mine. I don't want to screw up, for myself. I don't want to prove to myself that all of my blustering over not being able to write plot has been justified.
Listening to the news last night, I heard a reporter on NPR interviewing Pervez Musharef, the Prime Minister of Palestine, and it was just very strange to think of the state of the world right now, balancing on tenterhooks, looking around as everyone makes one chess move, waiting for it's countermove. That Musharef, leader of a country known for it's own terrorism, instability, and inability to play nice with it's neighbors, sounded more reasonable than our own fearless leader has this past week, was just frightening. It encouraged my retreat into books, and music, and fandom.
My house is no longer my own. M. returned in a blaze of noise and with a really big box that the cats have been using to play pop goes the Siamese. I love him, I'm glad he's home safely, but damn I miss having the quiet, and calm, and ability to walk around naked.
I caught the tail end of Fractures last night, which really exhibits the strengths of the show - the tension, the pain, the hope, love, jealousy, compassion, search for identity, as well as the horribly disturbing muppet sex. And may I just say to anyone watching it for the first time, you can all bite me. Eight frelling months we had to wait for the next ep. If that didn't signify the evilness of SciFi (or at least the sheer wrongheadedness, they gave us the show in the first place, so there is something worthwhile there) I don't know what does.
Oh, and before I forget, this one is overdue, but Analise wrote a great, very sexy post Season of Death story, Dust, which is all about the angst filled, plotty porn. I meant to recommend it eariler and just forgot.
So, continuing the fic suggestions for post IP, and post Fractures:
These eps produced a nice amount of decent fic, most sad, some hopeful, some uncertain, these are just a few that have stuck with me. Atana Mirtai wrote a very nice fic, called (I think) Plan B, which is somewhere on Kansas, but I'm too lazy to find it.
Those Who Favor Fire by Cofax. I have a soft spot for this fic for a couple of reasons, putting aside the fact that it is well-written and poignant. It was the first post-IP fic I read, and it was written by Cofax, who I recognized from X-Files fic. I was so excited for a writer that I knew was good to have gotten into Farscape that I just gobbled this up, and it didn't disappoint. (This is not to say there weren't good writers already in Farscape fandom before).
House Divided by Maayan. Painful, violent, and beautifully in character. Ghosts just won't leave Aeryn alone.
Walls of Jericho by Birthsister. Some unexpected developments in Leviathan physiology, mixed with the general tension of life on Moya post-Fractures. Hopeful without going overboard, and based on an idea from one of my favorite movies.
But still,
crankygrrl, where are you? Probably working like a productive citizen. Or maybe you got to take some time off, which I hope is the case.This is our down week at work, so I've gotten to write a lot for myself, but I'm still whimpering in fear at filling out my plot synopsis for Blue Eyes. This has become a huge, overwhelming fear of mine. I don't want to screw up, for myself. I don't want to prove to myself that all of my blustering over not being able to write plot has been justified.
Listening to the news last night, I heard a reporter on NPR interviewing Pervez Musharef, the Prime Minister of Palestine, and it was just very strange to think of the state of the world right now, balancing on tenterhooks, looking around as everyone makes one chess move, waiting for it's countermove. That Musharef, leader of a country known for it's own terrorism, instability, and inability to play nice with it's neighbors, sounded more reasonable than our own fearless leader has this past week, was just frightening. It encouraged my retreat into books, and music, and fandom.
My house is no longer my own. M. returned in a blaze of noise and with a really big box that the cats have been using to play pop goes the Siamese. I love him, I'm glad he's home safely, but damn I miss having the quiet, and calm, and ability to walk around naked.
I caught the tail end of Fractures last night, which really exhibits the strengths of the show - the tension, the pain, the hope, love, jealousy, compassion, search for identity, as well as the horribly disturbing muppet sex. And may I just say to anyone watching it for the first time, you can all bite me. Eight frelling months we had to wait for the next ep. If that didn't signify the evilness of SciFi (or at least the sheer wrongheadedness, they gave us the show in the first place, so there is something worthwhile there) I don't know what does.
Oh, and before I forget, this one is overdue, but Analise wrote a great, very sexy post Season of Death story, Dust, which is all about the angst filled, plotty porn. I meant to recommend it eariler and just forgot.
So, continuing the fic suggestions for post IP, and post Fractures:
These eps produced a nice amount of decent fic, most sad, some hopeful, some uncertain, these are just a few that have stuck with me. Atana Mirtai wrote a very nice fic, called (I think) Plan B, which is somewhere on Kansas, but I'm too lazy to find it.
Those Who Favor Fire by Cofax. I have a soft spot for this fic for a couple of reasons, putting aside the fact that it is well-written and poignant. It was the first post-IP fic I read, and it was written by Cofax, who I recognized from X-Files fic. I was so excited for a writer that I knew was good to have gotten into Farscape that I just gobbled this up, and it didn't disappoint. (This is not to say there weren't good writers already in Farscape fandom before).
House Divided by Maayan. Painful, violent, and beautifully in character. Ghosts just won't leave Aeryn alone.
Walls of Jericho by Birthsister. Some unexpected developments in Leviathan physiology, mixed with the general tension of life on Moya post-Fractures. Hopeful without going overboard, and based on an idea from one of my favorite movies.
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Date: 2003-06-26 03:40 pm (UTC)And working all day makes me crabby. Bleah.
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Date: 2003-06-26 03:55 pm (UTC)bad enabler!
Date: 2003-06-27 06:02 am (UTC)heh heh... meanwhile, cranky has sent bad work days to my side of the 'pond' so ... :-)
agree with you on Fractures... I so love that episode. It really is painful to watch that scene while they (J&A) are fixing the pod and D'Argo walks in offering John advice. Ouch, I mean really man, that one hurts.
All righty then; must find a way to turn the sun on so I can test the frellling solar panels again