Much better now

[itsallovernow]

I renamed the clothing piece Kaleidoscope, and sent it to Kansas, the discovered that crankygrrl had comments for me that didn't make it through the fiberoptic jungle of the internet. I think I'm pleased with it, although the first section, which I switched to be Zhaan POV (thanks to a very clever suggestion by Cranky, is still weak. The piece is tied together by a linear time line and a theme. There is very little narrative structure. I'm not sure it was a succes, but it was fun. I'll send it to Leviathan later today, depending on whether or not I can restrain myself from further changes.

raithen found a site that tells you about your personality based upon your name. I ended up with the opposite results than she did. My real name produced some accurate, and some blatantly inaccurate analysis, but my screen name was bang on. Which is odd as I've always felt that my given name suited me.

I'd love to be a happy fangirl right now, trying out a few new shows like MI-5. I love spy stuff, especially clever British spy stuff, but it's on Tuesday which is my dance night and I could barely remember to tape Buffy. The odds are low that I'll remember to tape something I've never watched before.

So instead, I watched part of VH-1's 200 greatest pop icons. I love list shows. I'll watch anything with lists. But I had to turn it off when they included Shania Twain. My tolerance for junk is only so high. I watched a little Naked Chef, who is still cute, although strangely swollen, and then gave in and watched Say Anything on DVD.

M. was in his room but came out to watch this with me. LLoyd Dobbler ruined all of the girls who were adolescents when this came out. My little teenage romantic heart still goes pitterpatter when he holds the boombox over his head. And I adopted his employment views completely. Never again will I buy, sell or process anything. Much as I love John Cusak in other roles, he's always gonna be Lloyd. For some reason, watching this just put me in a much better mood than I have been in the last couple of weeks.

And because I totally neglected to talk about it on Monday, (although I think that everyone who is still new to the show is either ahead, or behind or elsewhere), .

There is so much to love about this episode. It starts off with Robinson Crusoe John, bearded and drunk on homemade hooch with wormhole equations scrawled all over the ship. He's even got a new friend, and then a ship ricochets into this isolation and his quiet life is over. He's no longer the stranger in a strange land. Yes, he's alone on a dying ship. Yes, the people in his head are constructs, but are much more real than the people he's meeting. But he's fearless, and brave and crazy and we realize immediately that this is a different man. This is the one who lived, and who survived when everything he loved disappeared.

My favorite moments are his interaction with Rygel, asking if Aeryn had said anything before she left, while Rygel holds Sikozu's severed hand and tries to get John to see reason, and of course the lamb to the slaughter scene (but they may just be the lovely, shiny ass shots), but it so beautifully blatant. John's always been the goat tied to the stake, the bait for every bad guy in the universe, why not make the concept literal.

And finally, at the end. Aeryn tells him new is good and he says he's not gonna come there anymore, to that place in his head where his vision of her lives. That it just makes him sad, and that just killed me. So he's got part of his crew back, a new girl who's smarter than he is (and has really cool hair), and is forced back into his life on the run. But wormholes are dancing in front of his eyes, and if he can't have Aeryn, he can still harness something in this universe.

M. loves this episode and loves the 1812 Overature. He bought a CD with this piece on it, and we were deluged by cannons for months. He would watch it late at night so I'd shoot awake in bed, hearing music and explosions and wouldn't be able to go to sleep until I figured out where in the ep. he was.

Comments

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Ooh, very intriguing. I think Crichton started to understand how all this worked in LGM (I could maybe make a case for LATP, but since I'm hiding from that ep right now, we'll just ignore it). He traded himself for Jothee, for freedom for his friends because he thought there was no other choice, and from that point on, has always known that somehow, somewhere, there's always another option - doesn't mean better, just means other.

In WWL, he's again forced into the role and looks for something to save him. He's again a willing sacrifice, but Grayza thinks she's gaining something. By TF, he's learned to play two sides of himself - the returning hero and the alien, trying to desperately balance both sides, and by the time we get to WSS:FA, he understands the game, how to be two people, how to lie and finagle and do it all with coldness and clarity, and I love the Riki-Tiki-Tavi analogy with the nurse. They both know it's a game, a dangerous fake, both trying to gain something they want.