In which I truly reveal what a sap I am

[itsallovernow]

Weekend was full. I danced at a party on Saturday night that was way the hell and gone away from my house. It wasn't worth the money, but still, yeah money. There is a sign on Sunset advertising Red Strip beer that has a giant bottle of beer on it, and the text in small print, It's Beer, and then in humungous letters, Hooray Beer! Everytime I see this billboard I start to laugh. It's so strangely absurd, but who doesn't think, Hooray Beer once in a while?

We saw Underworld, which was not as bad as I expected. C. asked me why no one's hair ever dried, but once Kate Beckinsale's hair did dry and ceased to hang in her face, she no longer looked sleek and threatening, she looked like an English school girl caught in a bondage club. And I added to my, yes I am almost 30 but I still feel the overwhelming need to buy goth girl t-shirts at Hot Topic. At least this one is not black. It's purple and pink (very not me) with a big eyed kitty with a pink collar sitting on an Australopithicus skull (I doubt it was supposed to be early hominid, but it's so not homo sapien sapien - and there goes my anthro geek past, watch her run down the street before she can be stopped:)

I rarely get writerly jealousy. Oh, I've read beautiful fic, and just shivered in delight for the author, but I'm rarely jealous of their talent or vision. This is no longer the case. rubberneck's scenettes are fueling raging jealousy in me. Because I can't write like that. Literally. I'll never be able to, style, presentation, everything. And I'm eating them up, sucking off the bone and gristle and tossing them into a pile behind me to go back and work with my teeth after the day is done. Spare and perfect, but not spare in the streamlined prose way, spare in the perfect, no words wasted, but all the messiness is still there. John wiping himself off after sex. That sold me right there. That worst part is that eventually, she'll finish the story, and then what will we do?

Lots of other good writing going on, kernezelda is rechanneling Akhna, searose is wending her way through the military, and whitelight1 wrote us some post LATP porn. Why didn't more porn come out of Season 2. This is an ongoing question for me. There's more, I'm leaving people out who I meant to mention - oh, fialka added an new section to the Life During Wartime project. Stunning writing as always.

Oh, and this is where I show my suckeriness. A Prefect Murder.

This is one of those eps for which I understand completely the problems that people had with it. And simply don't care. Frankly, that's probably true for much of Season 4, but I'm not going to talk about that.

I love the opening, and the play on Chiana's reputation, which eventually pays off. I like the repetition of scenes, the piecing them together until the larger picture becomes clear. You get moments from everyone. Aeryn serious, checking her prowler, flashing to harming the child, Chiana obviously acting out, raging against the universe and the people trying to tell her what to do, John cranky and flippant, and D'Argo, really being a Captain. Our little Luxan, all grown up. And then of course, beautiful orange Sikozu gettin' some. Everyone has a perspective. We can only put the pieces together when the perspectives are interwoven. That's been a theme for the season. Understanding cuts off when the camera pans away.

My favorite parts of this ep are, unsurprisingly, the scenes with Aeryn. We know she's been an assasin, we're fooled into thinking that this planet may hold some key to that secret, that she could have been on a mission, could be controlled into assassinating a leader for the people she worked for. John protests that she wouldn't have committed that massacre, but his heart isn't in it. Even before she left, Aeryn could easily have enacted that kind of violence. Hell, she did enact it for much of her life.

Her horror at discovering what she had done, at her loss of control, and her attempt to reason it out, just pulls at me. And John, how far gone is he to have dismissed her mentioning of harming a child like it was nothing? He's pulled himself in so tightly that he can't offer even a sliver of compassion to anyone, otherwise he'll fall apart. But he still wants to do the right thing.

The violence of the clans, and the willingness of people to keep doing what they know even when there is another solution because it's easier. Zerbaht offering compassion to the man responsible for his father's death.

Sikozu trying to delicately tell him that she wouldn't be caught dead staying on his ratty little planet, no matter how pretty he is.

And Chiana, finding some weird sort of peace through the acceptance of the Priest.

I love the tag, John unable to keep himself away, has tried so hard, and just simply can't do anything else but offer his touch. It echoes the end of Different Destinations. No taking back the actions, only living with the consequences, and that delicate touch to her hair, and pulling her to him, the barest of comfort, but there nonetheless.

And the real reason I love this ep, John singing Loch Lommond softly to himself, the score picking up his tune, sitting on the tree looking at the lakka, wanting it to numb him further and then Aeryn behind him. All of there problems framed by that scene.

Comments

[rubberneck.livejournal.com]

It's so strangely absurd, but who doesn't think, Hooray Beer once in a while?

My love of beer is all sparkly and new, so I say it about once a week 8 )

yes I am almost 30 but I still feel the overwhelming need to buy goth girl t-shirts at Hot Topic.

Hot Topic! *claps hands and shows off black and white saddle shoe Mary Janes* What concerns me is the shoppers and clerks who take it so seriously. Dude, you're in a chain store, this is cheap fun goth we're talking about here.

John wiping himself off after sex. That sold me right there.

*skipping the rest of that bit because it makes me want to slink under a rock and make Stark noises*

I debated the sheet bit for a few moments, because I didn't want it to be sordid, but it's such a messy encounter and I'm autistic about details like that. I'm still kind of lukewarm on the scene itself because it was such a fight between being true to their weird-ass denial and trying to show the cracks. I'm still uncomfortable writing this kind of thing, but the characters are also uncomfortable, so my own emotional squickiness serves the scene, I think. I'm glad it works, but I'm not confident on how or why it works.

That worst part is that eventually, she'll finish the story, and then what will we do?

Beer and beta!

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

Absolutely to the beer and beta!! And it does work, because you're honest with them and to them and your skill shines through, but it's never Feldman writing Farscape it's always just the story and the characters and the cracks unfolding. And I really do love that moment. Because it is messy, and we tend to ignore that, and it's a good detail.

We had the best clerk yesterday at Hot Topic. Clearly bored, trying to convince me to buy the shirt even if it's a little big, enthusiastically saying that he shrinks all his clothing (although I'm laying bets that his mom still does his laundry). And they had Nightmare Before Christmas panties!! (I'm virtually admiring the shoes as well:)

[boofadil.livejournal.com]

yay! i'm not the only person who liked APM! warm fuzzies.

[kernezelda]

who doesn't think, Hooray Beer once in a while?

*raises hand*

I've never thought that.

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

Ok, how about, hooray ice cream. That's an adequate subsititute:)

[kernezelda]

Oh, yeah, I can go with that. Ummm-hmmm.