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First let me say that I can, and sometimes do, enjoy things that are sort of problematic when it comes to equality and things like that. In some ways, it's hard to escape these things and if you went around hating everything that was written by some clueless privileged person, there wouldn't be a hell of a lot left to enjoy. Because honestly, white men write, produce, and sell just about every damn thing.

With that said, I've watched Dr. Who, and Torchwood, and now Sherlock, and I've enjoyed them all immensely – even though the background noise to this enjoyment is often the fact that Steven Moffat, one of the main writers, is so hopelessly mired in sexism that SOMETIMES I JUST CAN'T EVEN, OKAY.

And when you call him on it, he gets butthurt. Dear Steven Moffat: When someone tells you you're acting like an oppressive twat, the correct response is not to sulk about how other people are just wrong. The correct response is to put yourself into a time-out and really think about why.

Dr. Who quickly became one of my show obsessions, because there were awesome stories and some very endearing characters, especially The Doctor. For me to fall in love with a story, I have to fall in love with and/or strongly identify with the characters. Sometimes both! Dr. Who gave me The Doctor, who is in some ways my perfect character: the tormented genius, the Lonely God, angry and righteous and peaceful and powerful and vulnerable and David Tennant.
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(I loved Eccleston—still do—Matt Smith has yet to grow on me. He doesn't appear to have the authority to pull off the really badass moments yet.)

Dr. Who also gave me Jack Harkness, the omnisexual Han Solo of the Dr. Who world. Which led to Torchwood, another show with characters who are brilliant and beautiful and flawed, and has some really excellent acting, and some surprisingly well-handled female leads.

In Dr. Who, I enjoyed the female characters for their strengths and their flaws, but I couldn't help noticing that the flaws sometimes weren't those of the characters, but those of the writer. Moffat just simply does not know how to write women.

This could be, of course, because he has a poor view of anyone with a vagina/anyone female.

There’s this issue you’re not allowed to discuss: that women are needy. Men can go for longer, more happily, without women. That’s the truth. We don’t, as little boys, play at being married - we try to avoid it for as long as possible. Meanwhile women are out there hunting for husbands. The world is vastly counted in favour of men at every level - except if you live in a civilised country and you’re sort of educated and middle-class, because then you’re almost certainly junior in your relationship and in a state of permanent, crippled apology. Your preferences are routinely mocked. There’s a huge, unfortunate lack of respect for anything male.”

See, Moffat seems to think that we don't live in a patriarchy. He believes that men are oppressed. That in a world where women have to fight for reproductive rights, statistically get less raises and less pay in general for the same amount of work, comprise less than a quarter of big corporations and control of the media, have to constantly protect ourselves from a system that protects (and encourages, in some cases) rapists and blames us for "being victims..." That in such a "civilized" world, men are oppressed. Men are oppressed, can live without women, and women are needy for men.

So when you come from that kind of mindset, you're going to screw up writing female characters. I don't think he's got any hardcore, obvious hate-on for women, but his world-view is so toxic that it's like he just can't help it.

So, when he writes women on Dr. Who, it's from the filter of "women are needy" and "men are oppressed and we'll just never understand females."

He's also said as much on his Twitter, and has been called out by fans of the female characters on his show.

So, he starts to get an idea that maybe women want some kind of fair representation, right? Maybe they want to see an awesome representation of a woman in a position of power, of equality.

What better opportunity than to use Irene Adler, the canonical female in the actual, canon Sherlock Holmes universe? In the original story, she was the only person who ever outwitted Sherlock Holmes. Holmes thought at first, "Ahh, a female, this'll be easy," but, "the best plans of Mr. Sherlock Holmes were beaten by a woman’s wit. He used to make merry over the cleverness of women, but I have not heard him do it of late. And when he speaks of Irene Adler, or when he refers to her photograph, it is always under the honourable title of the woman.”

Irene Adler outsmarted him, escaped without his help, and earned his respect. This was Victorian times, okay. You just didn't really get a hell of a lot of stories like that back then. There were no sexual implications between Holmes and Irene Adler. He mentioned that she was beautiful, but ACD went to great lengths to explain that Holmes was not a sexual creature; he just didn't really think that way.

So what does Moffat do? He takes this fascinating character and he makes her into a sex worker, a professional dominatrix. Okay, COOL, that's all right, no problem. It is telling, of course, that Moffat's idea of "woman in power" must mean "sexual power," though. It's like, well obviously a woman can't be his intellectual equal and she definitely would not be his intellectual rival! But, uhh, she could be sexier than him, I guess.

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I totally sort of get it, because I'm halfway between

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Actually, it tells me more about Steven Moffat than anyone else. He gives her a riding crop and has her beat the hell out of Sherlock in a sexualized way. Still, okay, whatever! It was written and filmed really well, the acting was fantastic, although I feel a little bit like I'm looking at the writer's schoolboy fantasy or something. Still. I am a fangirl and I can get on board with the fantasy etc.

But then? SPOILERS. Remember how in the book, Irene Adler did all the outsmarting and outwitting and escaping? Does she get to do that here? Nope. She ends up having feewings for Sherlock. They are her downfall. She doesn't escape: he rescues her. She is soooooo thankful that the man came to rescue her OMG! She would be dead without him! He is such a strong, clever man, how thankful she is that he untied her from the metaphorical railroad tracks. Typical damsel in distress that she is!

Not only that, but he made her gay – awesome! She says so herself. Watson keeps telling her (everyone) "OMG we're not a couple, NO HOMO!" (ffs getting really tired of that too,) and "I'M NOT GAY," and she flat out tells him, "Well, I am." So we have a female character, and gay! And what does he do? He makes her fatally attracted to Sherlock Holmes. Am I the only one getting eye-rolly?

It really effing sucks when the Victorian version of this was more deeply forward-thinking than the modern version.

I get that he tried, you know. Female sexual agency. Bisexual, breaks the rules, does what she wants, who she wants. Riding crop. Ass kicking. You precious thing, you tried, didn't you? No wonder you were so shocked when people caught you out and yelled at you about sexism.

And this is one of the ways in which I can be totally enjoying something at hating it at the same time. Because it really is a great show, and I have to keep reminding myself that the writer is coming from a totally different (and completely stupid) headspace. I have to remind myself that it's not his fault. Or at least, it wasn't, up until recently. As of now, he's been told. Is he going to continue to sulk in the corner because women are so m33333444n to him? Or is he going to really think about his views, and do some work to change them?

Okay, but now let's talk about the enjoyment for a bit, because lately I've gotten three whole new shiny fandoms (well, Dr. Who since the summer, Torchwood since fall, and Sherlock since last week,) and I love a new fandom. I can legitimately hate the way a writer writes women, and still love his male characters (and Moffat doesn't write all of them – really just a fraction of the scripts.)

Torchwood has some great female characters. You have Gwen: brave, caring, loyal, disloyal, deeply flawed. Tosh: the computer genius who maybe has the biggest character arc of the whole cast. And Torchwood also has an awesomely canonical homosexual couple in Jack and Ianto – in fact, sexuality throughout this series is very fluid. Torchwood, I think, handles sexuality really well, without judgment or fetishization, or at least I think so (though correct me if I'm wrong, my own views may be skewed here since I really like the gay couple in question.)

I've already talked about why I loved The Doctor, so since we're on Sherlock and Watson, let's give them a go, too.

Sherlock and Watson are basically House and Wilson. No, I mean really, like so much. Sometimes in my head, I'm replacing Holmes and Watson with House and Wilson, because the dialogue between them is so similar, and sometimes even the acting is similar. Which, that's fine, because House and Wilson are basically supposed to be Holmes and Watson, except that House (the show) was interpreting that character dynamic in this particular way since, what, 2004? So it's not entirely original in that regard, but again, hey. I'm cool with that.

What it comes down to for me is another lonely genius, isolated by his intellect and out of touch with the rest of the world, and his more in-touch companion acting as a bridge between him and the other characters. I really like the Lonesome Genius, the Badass Bookworm, and, god, especially if he has these moments of vulnerability and humanity, and he wears a long coat while having them. In this way, I am way too easy to please.

And of course, I apparently am really into boys with blue eyes and high cheekbones and curly hair,
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who wear clothes that fit really well.

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No seriously, the wardrobe in this show is SO FLY, half of my enjoyment comes from the (male) characters, and the other half is genuinely from the clothes – and I am so not a clothes person. Seriously, for a character who is supposed to be so completely out of touch with everything but his work, they really make a point of dressing him beautifully.

Anyway, so that's my thoughts on why Steven Moffat needs a time-out, to think about the crappy things he's said and done, and also why I can still be a fan of something while disliking one particular writer.

With all that off my chest, now I'm heading to bed to read the actual Sherlock Holmes (which I've read before, but only just realized that the original Kindle version of "The Complete Works" was fairly incomplete, and finally downloaded the missing pieces.)

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This week has been such a stupid amount of awesome, I'm actually concerned. There was a brief writing thingie-bit-of-awesomeness, and Kung Fu awesomeness, but I'll save them for another post.

This post is just for the awesomeness that was Video Games Live.

SB, Jo-chan and I have been planning this trip since around summer time. This was like, our BIG THING that we all got to do together. In the fall, SB wrote an email to Tommy Tallarico (VGL creator) saying that he was also a composer, and that he really hoped his future would be in video game music etc. Mr. Tallarico wrote him this really nice email back, giving him tons of links to work from. Eventually SB got a really sweet, short-term internship out of it. He did some voiceover work for an MMORPG (but I forgot which one.)

SO! Saturday comes along, and we're all peeing our pants because we've decided that we're going to show up to the venue early, stake it out a little, and maybe, if we're lucky, get to meet Mr. Tallarico.

Jo-chan got there around 3, and we left by 3:40. (She was Link. I was Raine from FFVIII again.) SB left from his school and was going to meet us there. Jo-chan and I had a ridiculous amount of fun driving there, singing along to J-pop video game music and generally acting like geeks. We got there at around 5, found a prime parking spot right directly in front of the venue, and headed on in.

As we were going inside, who walks by but Mr. Tallarico. I recognized him right away and I was like, "Jo-chan. Jo-chan!" And she got all, "OMG. No way." He came over to us, complimented her on her Link costume and told her to enter the contest, then he went on his way. She immediately called SB to tell him that we'd already met the dude. SB turned into Rage Guy for a few seconds on the phone there, and then he hurried on down.

Then, Jo and I went to search out some kind of sustenance. We ended up crossing behind the truck with all the orchestra's gear in it. We joked for a minute that if this was a video game, there would be an item in the truck that we'd have to retrieve to unlock a side quest. We stood there staring into the truck, doing sound effects and music for various "YOU GOT THE ITEM" scenes. Some guy saw us lurking around and asked, "Are you with Video Games Live?" We were like, "Umm. Well we're here to see it," and other babbling suggesting that we were not, in fact, trying to get back stage or take something out of the truck; we were just looking for a restaurant or cafe or something. He told us where the cafe was, and off we went. We paid $25 for two sandwiches. O_O

SB showed up at around 6, and we went to meet him, and then went back to the cafe so he could get a sandwich too. On our way back to the venue, we went around the backstage area again. And who was hanging around out there but Mr. Tallarico himself. I had to restrain myself from shoving SB in front of him and going, "And this is my cousin, and he's a composer, and he's really awesome, and, and, and..."

So we went up to him and SB thanked him for his email, and said he'd gotten a sweet internship out of it. Mr. Tallarico actually remembered him, and they spent a few minutes talking about the internship. Then some other guy was hanging around with us, and he joined in the conversation which veered off to things like Hot Topic and how Twilight had ruined everything. Yup, we totally hung out with Tommy Tallarico for a good fifteen minutes talking about how awful Twilight is.

Then I asked if I could get a pic of him with the two kids, and we thanked him and went on our way.

Jo-chan and SB were so freaking happy, it honestly made my night more than anything else.

Some other folks started following us around too. I have no idea why. People kept coming to us and saying, "Can I hang with you? My friends aren't here yet." We got the heads-up that there was a free dinner in with our ticket to the show (hi, thanks for telling us after we spent over $30+ on sandwiches?) and by the time we got to the dinner, a group of people pulled an entire table over to where we were sitting so that they could hang with us.

I kind of started to think that maybe we literally felt like good luck, and people wanted in on that.

After dinner it was time for the concert, which was its usual geeky awesomeness. It touched me, like it did last time, with its reverence for gaming, and for gamers. This concert makes a point of how relevant video games are, and how the music that goes to games has become the kind of music that used to be odes to gods. It's not 8-bit bleeps and bloops. Characters get their own choirs. Video game music can stand alone as brilliant pieces of art. And video games themselves are as artistic, thoughtful, and relevant as movies, as theater, as great novels. They're stories – just interactive ones.

VGL has moments of irreverence and it doesn't take itself seriously either. (Little side-segments on big screens, about the Top Ten Worst Voiceovers Ever, the Top Ten Worst Titles ever etc. [A game called "Irritating Stick" and one called "Touch Dic". O_O ] ) There's a Guitar Hero playoff, like there usually is, a costume contest, audience participation, and retrospectives on gaming history. All sorts of games are included. Big, huge titles like Mario, Zelda, God of War, Halo, WoW; lesser known ones such as Afrika, and older ones like Pac Man, Space Invaders, Tetris, and yes, Tank and Pong.

And again, they did One Winged Angel. ^_^

Oh, and of course, acting as conductor this time around was Wataru Hokoyama, the composer for Resident Evil 5 and Afrika. He was adorable and amazing.

So, yes, this was just a day and evening made of awesome and win and success and geekery.

Next up?

DISTANT WORLDS, THE MUSIC OF FINAL FANTASY, WITH COMPOSER NOBUO UEMATSU. MEET AND GREET AFTERWARDS. April 1st, Brooklyn.

There's so much I can say about Uematsu and what his music means to me, and also to SB and Jo-chan. I could talk about how in '00 we all discovered Final Fantasy VIII and the song Liberi Fatali, and all the memories that go with that. How it led to an admittedly ridiculous and unrelenting Final Fantasy fandom, and all of the things that it brought to me. How, when they were little kids, 8 and 11, I'd set up the video camera in the back yard and let them have sword fights with Uematsu's music blasting in the background. They were my wee little fankidlets back then, growing up with Uematsu as their number one composer, and now they're brilliant young adults still just as smitten with the games and the music that goes to them. There is so much I could say, but it wouldn't even begin to cover it. We always swore that if we ever got the chance, we'd have to go and see a concert where they would perform our music, and if we ever got to meet Nobuo Uematsu, it would be A Very Big Deal. They actually are performing Liberi Fatali that night, so yeah. I grabbed the tickets yesterday. :)

I know this is all really geeky and I don't expect most people to understand. I can't even put it into a perspective that a non-gamer would get. I get judged a lot for being a gamer, people thinking that games are some sort of time vampire, that you get nothing at the end of a game, and that everything you win is meaningless. Just, how is that any different from reading a novel, watching a play, or a movie? You don't "win" anything after that either, except for the memories of something well-enjoyed. What, honestly, is the difference? If anyone can tell me, I'd love to know.

Anyway. Pictures and videos.

Video Games Live! )

I can't wait to see what pics and videos I'll have after the Uematsu one. April can't come soon enough! ^_^
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This week has been such a stupid amount of awesome, I'm actually concerned. There was a brief writing thingie-bit-of-awesomeness, and Kung Fu awesomeness, but I'll save them for another post.

This post is just for the awesomeness that was Video Games Live.

SB, Jo-chan and I have been planning this trip since around summer time. This was like, our BIG THING that we all got to do together. In the fall, SB wrote an email to Tommy Tallarico (VGL creator) saying that he was also a composer, and that he really hoped his future would be in video game music etc. Mr. Tallarico wrote him this really nice email back, giving him tons of links to work from. Eventually SB got a really sweet, short-term internship out of it. He did some voiceover work for an MMORPG (but I forgot which one.)

SO! Saturday comes along, and we're all peeing our pants because we've decided that we're going to show up to the venue early, stake it out a little, and maybe, if we're lucky, get to meet Mr. Tallarico.

Jo-chan got there around 3, and we left by 3:40. (She was Link. I was Raine from FFVIII again.) SB left from his school and was going to meet us there. Jo-chan and I had a ridiculous amount of fun driving there, singing along to J-pop video game music and generally acting like geeks. We got there at around 5, found a prime parking spot right directly in front of the venue, and headed on in.

As we were going inside, who walks by but Mr. Tallarico. I recognized him right away and I was like, "Jo-chan. Jo-chan!" And she got all, "OMG. No way." He came over to us, complimented her on her Link costume and told her to enter the contest, then he went on his way. She immediately called SB to tell him that we'd already met the dude. SB turned into Rage Guy for a few seconds on the phone there, and then he hurried on down.

Then, Jo and I went to search out some kind of sustenance. We ended up crossing behind the truck with all the orchestra's gear in it. We joked for a minute that if this was a video game, there would be an item in the truck that we'd have to retrieve to unlock a side quest. We stood there staring into the truck, doing sound effects and music for various "YOU GOT THE ITEM" scenes. Some guy saw us lurking around and asked, "Are you with Video Games Live?" We were like, "Umm. Well we're here to see it," and other babbling suggesting that we were not, in fact, trying to get back stage or take something out of the truck; we were just looking for a restaurant or cafe or something. He told us where the cafe was, and off we went. We paid $25 for two sandwiches. O_O

SB showed up at around 6, and we went to meet him, and then went back to the cafe so he could get a sandwich too. On our way back to the venue, we went around the backstage area again. And who was hanging around out there but Mr. Tallarico himself. I had to restrain myself from shoving SB in front of him and going, "And this is my cousin, and he's a composer, and he's really awesome, and, and, and..."

So we went up to him and SB thanked him for his email, and said he'd gotten a sweet internship out of it. Mr. Tallarico actually remembered him, and they spent a few minutes talking about the internship. Then some other guy was hanging around with us, and he joined in the conversation which veered off to things like Hot Topic and how Twilight had ruined everything. Yup, we totally hung out with Tommy Tallarico for a good fifteen minutes talking about how awful Twilight is.

Then I asked if I could get a pic of him with the two kids, and we thanked him and went on our way.

Jo-chan and SB were so freaking happy, it honestly made my night more than anything else.

Some other folks started following us around too. I have no idea why. People kept coming to us and saying, "Can I hang with you? My friends aren't here yet." We got the heads-up that there was a free dinner in with our ticket to the show (hi, thanks for telling us after we spent over $30+ on sandwiches?) and by the time we got to the dinner, a group of people pulled an entire table over to where we were sitting so that they could hang with us.

I kind of started to think that maybe we literally felt like good luck, and people wanted in on that.

After dinner it was time for the concert, which was its usual geeky awesomeness. It touched me, like it did last time, with its reverence for gaming, and for gamers. This concert makes a point of how relevant video games are, and how the music that goes to games has become the kind of music that used to be odes to gods. It's not 8-bit bleeps and bloops. Characters get their own choirs. Video game music can stand alone as brilliant pieces of art. And video games themselves are as artistic, thoughtful, and relevant as movies, as theater, as great novels. They're stories – just interactive ones.

VGL has moments of irreverence and it doesn't take itself seriously either. (Little side-segments on big screens, about the Top Ten Worst Voiceovers Ever, the Top Ten Worst Titles ever etc. [A game called "Irritating Stick" and one called "Touch Dic". O_O ] ) There's a Guitar Hero playoff, like there usually is, a costume contest, audience participation, and retrospectives on gaming history. All sorts of games are included. Big, huge titles like Mario, Zelda, God of War, Halo, WoW; lesser known ones such as Afrika, and older ones like Pac Man, Space Invaders, Tetris, and yes, Tank and Pong.

And again, they did One Winged Angel. ^_^

Oh, and of course, acting as conductor this time around was Wataru Hokoyama, the composer for Resident Evil 5 and Afrika. He was adorable and amazing.

So, yes, this was just a day and evening made of awesome and win and success and geekery.

Next up?

DISTANT WORLDS, THE MUSIC OF FINAL FANTASY, WITH COMPOSER NOBUO UEMATSU. MEET AND GREET AFTERWARDS. April 1st, Brooklyn.

There's so much I can say about Uematsu and what his music means to me, and also to SB and Jo-chan. I could talk about how in '00 we all discovered Final Fantasy VIII and the song Liberi Fatali, and all the memories that go with that. How it led to an admittedly ridiculous and unrelenting Final Fantasy fandom, and all of the things that it brought to me. How, when they were little kids, 8 and 11, I'd set up the video camera in the back yard and let them have sword fights with Uematsu's music blasting in the background. They were my wee little fankidlets back then, growing up with Uematsu as their number one composer, and now they're brilliant young adults still just as smitten with the games and the music that goes to them. There is so much I could say, but it wouldn't even begin to cover it. We always swore that if we ever got the chance, we'd have to go and see a concert where they would perform our music, and if we ever got to meet Nobuo Uematsu, it would be A Very Big Deal. They actually are performing Liberi Fatali that night, so yeah. I grabbed the tickets yesterday. :)

I know this is all really geeky and I don't expect most people to understand. I can't even put it into a perspective that a non-gamer would get. I get judged a lot for being a gamer, people thinking that games are some sort of time vampire, that you get nothing at the end of a game, and that everything you win is meaningless. Just, how is that any different from reading a novel, watching a play, or a movie? You don't "win" anything after that either, except for the memories of something well-enjoyed. What, honestly, is the difference? If anyone can tell me, I'd love to know.

Anyway. Pictures and videos.

Video Games Live! )

I can't wait to see what pics and videos I'll have after the Uematsu one. April can't come soon enough! ^_^
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THIS HAD BETTER BE GOOD. OR I WILL MURDER SOME PEOPLE.

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LMFAO, people.
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THIS HAD BETTER BE GOOD. OR I WILL MURDER SOME PEOPLE.

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LMFAO, people.
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So we've established that I love hitrecord, the indie-art community that is the brainchild of Joseph Gordon-Levitt, his talented brother and some friends. Right? I love looking at the art, the short videos, listening to the songs and uploading my own nonsense that's never really found a place before.

And, we've established that I thought Inception was nifty and that while most everyone else came out of the theater going "OMFG MINDBENDER, BEST MOVIE EVERRRRR!" I came away with, "I wonder if Arthur and Eames ever did it?"

And it's probably a given that I frequent DeviantArt for fanart, look at fics, and basically troll for pretty art. Because that's where fandom shines: entertainment beyond the original, being fun, pretty, and occasionally hilarious.

But the other day, someone uploaded her Inception art to hitrecord. Which, okay, cool, yeah? I think? (Because I'm not sure how much fanartists are legally allowed to play with the objects of their affection, I mean it terms of copyright and stuff, and hitrecord is pretty adamant on everything being 100% original.)

But whatever, that's not even my main issue with it. My main issue is that she uploaded straight up smut of Arthur and Eames. And I'm like WHAAAAAAAAT.

D: D: D: D: D: THIS IS MY HORRIFIED FACE.

I've always gotten a giggle out of fandom and have always gleefully participated in it, but I have always, always drawn the line at real-person fiction. I own whatever barrier it is that separates the characters I love from the actors who portray them, and that goes both ways: I just have to roll my eyes when creators disallow fanworks of their characters because hello, they are not real. I respect the wishes of those creators, but I also walk the hell away, because I think they're being way too precious about something that's supposed to be fun, and shared. AND NOT REAL.

But on the flip side, since I clearly see the un-straddlable, insurmountable chasm between "fake character" and "real person with feelings," real person fic makes me want to vom, for real.

Fanart has always been a fave of mine, but I would so draw the line at posting erotic fanart of the character anywhere in the line of sight of the actors who had portrayed them. Because art lacks the context of written work, I think. In art (especially without clothes, you know? Because they can be a part of character definition and nowhere more-so than in Inception fandom!) the context becomes really hazy. And so it's possible that instead of seeing, you know, Eames and Arthur banging, you're really just looking at the faces of the two actors, you know, banging. There's no context. It's just naked people. Doing it.

I totally cop to having a hard drive full of fanart of my favorite fictional characters. I know that they are fictional characters in my head and I am really partial to drawings of people.

But now that it's been shoved in the face of the actor portraying one of the characters, hello, naked and screwing, I feel really squicky about it. Because OMG, IT'S HIS FACE, and to me that would be too weird to separate. Who wants to see their own face in a porno that they never signed up for?

Ugh, fandom. I like you but sometimes you squick me beyond. Ugh.
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So we've established that I love hitrecord, the indie-art community that is the brainchild of Joseph Gordon-Levitt, his talented brother and some friends. Right? I love looking at the art, the short videos, listening to the songs and uploading my own nonsense that's never really found a place before.

And, we've established that I thought Inception was nifty and that while most everyone else came out of the theater going "OMFG MINDBENDER, BEST MOVIE EVERRRRR!" I came away with, "I wonder if Arthur and Eames ever did it?"

And it's probably a given that I frequent DeviantArt for fanart, look at fics, and basically troll for pretty art. Because that's where fandom shines: entertainment beyond the original, being fun, pretty, and occasionally hilarious.

But the other day, someone uploaded her Inception art to hitrecord. Which, okay, cool, yeah? I think? (Because I'm not sure how much fanartists are legally allowed to play with the objects of their affection, I mean it terms of copyright and stuff, and hitrecord is pretty adamant on everything being 100% original.)

But whatever, that's not even my main issue with it. My main issue is that she uploaded straight up smut of Arthur and Eames. And I'm like WHAAAAAAAAT.

D: D: D: D: D: THIS IS MY HORRIFIED FACE.

I've always gotten a giggle out of fandom and have always gleefully participated in it, but I have always, always drawn the line at real-person fiction. I own whatever barrier it is that separates the characters I love from the actors who portray them, and that goes both ways: I just have to roll my eyes when creators disallow fanworks of their characters because hello, they are not real. I respect the wishes of those creators, but I also walk the hell away, because I think they're being way too precious about something that's supposed to be fun, and shared. AND NOT REAL.

But on the flip side, since I clearly see the un-straddlable, insurmountable chasm between "fake character" and "real person with feelings," real person fic makes me want to vom, for real.

Fanart has always been a fave of mine, but I would so draw the line at posting erotic fanart of the character anywhere in the line of sight of the actors who had portrayed them. Because art lacks the context of written work, I think. In art (especially without clothes, you know? Because they can be a part of character definition and nowhere more-so than in Inception fandom!) the context becomes really hazy. And so it's possible that instead of seeing, you know, Eames and Arthur banging, you're really just looking at the faces of the two actors, you know, banging. There's no context. It's just naked people. Doing it.

I totally cop to having a hard drive full of fanart of my favorite fictional characters. I know that they are fictional characters in my head and I am really partial to drawings of people.

But now that it's been shoved in the face of the actor portraying one of the characters, hello, naked and screwing, I feel really squicky about it. Because OMG, IT'S HIS FACE, and to me that would be too weird to separate. Who wants to see their own face in a porno that they never signed up for?

Ugh, fandom. I like you but sometimes you squick me beyond. Ugh.
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It's not like I stopped writing, either. It's just that I got a little wigged out by getting that last crit on Qualia, esp. on the query letter which is still so flawed - and I am still so blind. I need to back away slowly.

NaNo came along, and as usual, I didn't participate. Why? I don't know. It's 50K words in a month, right?

Well, like I said, I've been writing crappy stories for the last three weeks. Last week alone, I wrote a novella, 27K. It took me four days in between school and my path paper (that I'm not really doing yet.) Before that, 22K and before that, 8K. They were all interconnected, different parts to the same story. That's 57K words in three weeks.

50K words in a month is easy if you type fast enough - I didn't even realize I'd banged these out till I word-counted them tonight.

I guess I could pretend I did NaNo?

Shoot, I'm not saying anything I wrote was any good and that's been part of the charm for me. They were fanfics, all right, so what, wanna fight about it? I wrote them all anonymously. I ran back to my favorite character archetypes and easy storylines that just flow naturally out of me. Youthful, unexpected assassins, sapiosexual cat burglars, road-trip crime adventures, pages of snarky dialogue. Very light on actual plot TBH, and completely bursting with my own self-indulgence. I swear I hardly used an active voice in any of them. It's not like I ran around with my dangling participles hanging out (I would never!) and all the basics are still fairly sound no matter what I write BECUZ I WAS TAUGHT GUD, but I know enough to realize when something actually is not up to standard in The Real World.

I'd forgotten how easy fandom is; how much readers enjoy a decent fanwork. Because I know that I enjoy one. I'd forgotten how good it feels to be told "this made my night" instead of, "Wow, redo this entire thing." Now honestly, I love the "redo this entire thing" angle, because I like knowing what I have to do to do be better, to learn, and to be a success. I enjoy the work and I really love the results.

It's like working out for months and months and getting really fit, and then one weekend you just need to sit down and eat ice cream and not leave your bed. That's what these novellas and the comments I received for them did/are doing for me. They are my ice cream in bed phase. I'll get back into shape soon.


And I realize that eventually I'm going to have to go back to Qualia (and the crits I owe) and beg forgiveness for this ridiculous and honestly pointless transgression.

Although one could argue that nothing enjoyable and harmless is really pointless? I feel some amount of guilt over having fun with this. But maybe it's what I need right now? Writing is all, like, hard and stuff. Would hate to feel too discouraged.

Excuses excuses.

I also just sat and read failblog for an hour instead of working on that aforementioned path paper. I'm like, "It's all right here!" *tapping my head* "The rest is just scribbling and bibbling."

And the school only wants 8 pages of me at least, but most good papers are 14-20. Seriously, that's it? I could give you 40 if you want.

Quantity does not = quality though; that is in fact my earlier point. At least in my case. It'd be really cool if I could bang out 57K of quality writing in that short a time, but lookit: Qualia's been with me for years and it's still buggy.

I don't even know what I'm babbling about! I'm going to watch Family Guy and then a movie and then go to bed and sleep till 10 tomorrow. :)
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It's not like I stopped writing, either. It's just that I got a little wigged out by getting that last crit on Qualia, esp. on the query letter which is still so flawed - and I am still so blind. I need to back away slowly.

NaNo came along, and as usual, I didn't participate. Why? I don't know. It's 50K words in a month, right?

Well, like I said, I've been writing crappy stories for the last three weeks. Last week alone, I wrote a novella, 27K. It took me four days in between school and my path paper (that I'm not really doing yet.) Before that, 22K and before that, 8K. They were all interconnected, different parts to the same story. That's 57K words in three weeks.

50K words in a month is easy if you type fast enough - I didn't even realize I'd banged these out till I word-counted them tonight.

I guess I could pretend I did NaNo?

Shoot, I'm not saying anything I wrote was any good and that's been part of the charm for me. They were fanfics, all right, so what, wanna fight about it? I wrote them all anonymously. I ran back to my favorite character archetypes and easy storylines that just flow naturally out of me. Youthful, unexpected assassins, sapiosexual cat burglars, road-trip crime adventures, pages of snarky dialogue. Very light on actual plot TBH, and completely bursting with my own self-indulgence. I swear I hardly used an active voice in any of them. It's not like I ran around with my dangling participles hanging out (I would never!) and all the basics are still fairly sound no matter what I write BECUZ I WAS TAUGHT GUD, but I know enough to realize when something actually is not up to standard in The Real World.

I'd forgotten how easy fandom is; how much readers enjoy a decent fanwork. Because I know that I enjoy one. I'd forgotten how good it feels to be told "this made my night" instead of, "Wow, redo this entire thing." Now honestly, I love the "redo this entire thing" angle, because I like knowing what I have to do to do be better, to learn, and to be a success. I enjoy the work and I really love the results.

It's like working out for months and months and getting really fit, and then one weekend you just need to sit down and eat ice cream and not leave your bed. That's what these novellas and the comments I received for them did/are doing for me. They are my ice cream in bed phase. I'll get back into shape soon.


And I realize that eventually I'm going to have to go back to Qualia (and the crits I owe) and beg forgiveness for this ridiculous and honestly pointless transgression.

Although one could argue that nothing enjoyable and harmless is really pointless? I feel some amount of guilt over having fun with this. But maybe it's what I need right now? Writing is all, like, hard and stuff. Would hate to feel too discouraged.

Excuses excuses.

I also just sat and read failblog for an hour instead of working on that aforementioned path paper. I'm like, "It's all right here!" *tapping my head* "The rest is just scribbling and bibbling."

And the school only wants 8 pages of me at least, but most good papers are 14-20. Seriously, that's it? I could give you 40 if you want.

Quantity does not = quality though; that is in fact my earlier point. At least in my case. It'd be really cool if I could bang out 57K of quality writing in that short a time, but lookit: Qualia's been with me for years and it's still buggy.

I don't even know what I'm babbling about! I'm going to watch Family Guy and then a movie and then go to bed and sleep till 10 tomorrow. :)

Oh fandom.

Nov. 5th, 2010 10:16 pm
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LMAO, fandom, how do you do it? You never fail to crack me right up.

But the thing is, wow, this is really, really clever. When did fandom start turning out such good editing? I mean, maybe it's not all professional and whatnot, but really, a bunch of fangeeks sitting around using Final Cut Express and Vegas and junk - so this isn't too shabby.

It's also LOLworthy because hot damn, it's so cleverly done.



Talk about smoke and mirrors. So very few of these clips are actually even from Inception.

Oh fandom.

Nov. 5th, 2010 10:16 pm
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LMAO, fandom, how do you do it? You never fail to crack me right up.

But the thing is, wow, this is really, really clever. When did fandom start turning out such good editing? I mean, maybe it's not all professional and whatnot, but really, a bunch of fangeeks sitting around using Final Cut Express and Vegas and junk - so this isn't too shabby.

It's also LOLworthy because hot damn, it's so cleverly done.



Talk about smoke and mirrors. So very few of these clips are actually even from Inception.
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Right, so I've never "'shipped" anything in my life, really. I have pairings that I like, romances between fictional characters that I enjoy. And while, back in the day I wrote my share of fanfic, I never really thought "OMG OTP" ("one true pairing") about any two characters. That kind of thing can be fun, but is way not SRS BZNS and in fact is still not.

But this. This is fun. Inception's list on TVTropes, which is an amazing and inclusive list, spoiler-free because you'd have to highlight to read the spoilers. :D

Remember when I first reviewed Inception and I thought, "Well, that was nifty, but I don't see why everyone is freaking out over it." Well, I still kind of think that. In fact you could say that my reaction to the movie was pretty similar to this comic )
I don't know who did that; wish I could give credit. It's so true, though. My thoughts exactly.

As I also said back then, what really appealed to me about Inception wasn't that it was "mindblowing" or anything; it wasn't. What I liked was the characters, and the fact that there was really no bad guy. (Aside from the mostly faceless Cobol baddies that chase Cobb. But I mean, do we really even care about them?)

I've read some complaints that the characters weren't really fleshed out, that they were kind of left open in favor of the big huge fight scenes and effects. Maybe, maybe not. It's true that the script leaves some serious gaps that the actors had to fill in just by being sympathetic or funny. I do agree with some of the criticism leveled at the movie; I think it's fair. And I see the actors struggling (and succeeding) to breathe life and fun and motivation into their characters, often with intriguing success. That's why I'm babbling about Arthur and Eames today. To me, they were the most fun.

However, the fandom, that's a whole 'nother story for me. I find it massively entertaining, amusing, hilarious, fun, and hot. It was Joseph Gordon-Levitt and and Tom Hardy that really made me prick my ears up during the film, and it was the two of them that the fandom predictably ran off with. It's easy to see why, and no, it's not because they're hot. Although I guess that does help. ;D ( Bicycle!Arthur, (everyone gets a ride,) the movie's Little Black Dress, (looks good on everyone,) the Launcher Of A Thousand Ships. And burningly hot Eames who plays it Ambiguously Gay or straight gay. Okay, so yeah, hotness matters. Sorry.)

To me, they were the most easily relatable. I realize that the most sympathetic storyline was between Dom and Mal Cob, and really between Dom and his kids, but there was something about the whole "I'm using everyone in order to get home, also my dead wife isn't really a bitch; that's me attacking you all" angle sort of made me feel more for the other characters than for Cobb.

We get that Dom misses his wife and kids, and he does his share of angsting. In fact, he does it through the whole film, to great effect. But it's Arthur's perspective of Mal Cobb that really stood out for me, with just that one line: "She was lovely." We get that Cobb loved his wife. Why did Arthur? There's some history there that we're left to wonder at. Arthur was sympathetic to the whole family.

Otherwise, it was hard to understand some of the motivations sometimes. Dom wanted his kids back. Ariadne risked her job, her future, and her life because she was at first curious, and later on concerned (for this man she only just met.) I almost didn't buy her "I'm coming with you to protect everyone" thing. In my mind, she wanted in because it was cool and dangerous. And she didn't know the risk. (I also need to point out that I felt a little tug between Ariadne and Cobb, maybe more on her side than his. It's something about the way she looks when Arthur tells her, "No, they're not divorced" and "she's dead." And the way she looks when she asks Arthur, "What was she really like?" Well, why do you care what she was really like, Ariadne? OTOH she also looked really flattered when Arthur kissed her. I thought that was cute of her.)

Saito was on board because he wanted to protect his investment – and he didn't know the risk (and suffers the most because of it.)

Yusuf the chemist was in because he wanted the money; and it must have been a lot for him to risk his life when he was the only one aside from Cobb who truly did know the risks.

Cobb lied to everyone else, or at least lied by omission. And the only two characters who call him out on his lie are Eames first, then Arthur.

Why are they on board?

Arthur, I guess, because he's Cobb's partner. Yet, Arthur could have said no. Even if he didn't know what sort of danger they'd be going into, he disapproves of the whole scheme from the start. So why does he stay? Fandom sometimes paints Arthur as Cobb's lapdog, but I don't see any evidence of that in the movie. He is the only one who seems to put Cobb in his place most of the time.

So why does he follow Cobb into this project that he doesn't believe in?

Hmm. Maybe because he liked Mal – he states this in the movie. Maybe he likes Cobb's kids, or maybe he realizes it's unjust for Cobb to be separated from them and he wants to do the right thing, even if he doesn't agree with the method. JGL said in an interview that his interpretation of Arthur is that he loves the work. Maybe he does it just to see if he can.

Ahh, Mr. Eames. The one character who laughs, reasons, jokes, fights, and shows any sympathy at all to both Saito when he's dying, and to Fischer when he's suffering. Eames gets people; in his line of work, maybe he's got to understand them. Maybe his empathy is what makes him the best forger. Saito is dying in the dream; while everyone else is all up in arms, Eames is the only one who thinks to help him. ("He's in agony; I'm waking him up.") And he carefully defuses Cobb when Cobb freaks out on him and starts throwing him around. He is clearly no dummy; maybe the smartest guy in the movie, the way he handles situations and easily deals with people's emotions. He's a Guile Hero but is still the most empathetic one.

So, why is Eames on board? One has to figure that Mr. Eames does things because he wants to, and never for any other reason. The script has Cobb "selling" the job to him; the movie makes no such offer. The movie dialogue deviates from the script (which I downloaded,) sometimes drastically. In the shooting script, Eames mentions that the price on Cobb's head is pretty high, and that he'd sell him out – although he's clearly bluffing, because he hasn't. Why not? If Eames does things for the money, he could have sold Cobb out when Cobol came for him. Instead, he helps him escape. So, what are Eames's loyalties, and why are they currently to Cobb?

Eames never gives a reason why he joins the team; he's just automatically signed up once Cobb approaches him.

I am so not setting up to say that Arthur and Eames decided to do the job because of each other. Well, not Arthur, maybe. ;)

In the movie, Cobb tells Arthur he's going to talk to Eames, and Arthur's reaction is automatic:

COBB
I’ve got to talk to Eames.
ARTHUR
Eames? But he’s in Mombasa. Cobol’s
backyard.
COBB
Necessary risk.
ARTHUR
There's plenty of good thieves.
COBB
We don’t just need a thief. We need
a forger.


Blah blah blah setting up who's who and why they're necessary. My question—and indeed fandom's question—is why Arthur immediately knows where his least-favorite thief is. Bang, off the top of his head: Eames is in Mombasa; Arthur keeps tabs.

Well, it's his job to keep tabs, I guess. And perhaps he especially keeps tabs on what's going on in Mombasa, which is, as he states, Cobol's back yard. So he needs to know who from the dreaming world is hanging out there, ready and willing to sell out his boss. Why does he jump to "thief" for Eames, when Eames is clearly a forger first and foremost? (What did Eames steal, that he knows of?) Why is he so eager to use someone else? Why is his reaction so immediate?

Eames reaction to being told he's working with Arthur is similar in the script, but Tom Hardy decided to add his own flavor to it – as he did throughout the movie, as I understand. However it is still an instant, "Oh, him."

From the movie, not the shooting script:

COBB
Inception. Now before you tell me it's impossible...
EAMES
No, it’s perfectly possible. Just
bloody difficult.
COBB
Interesting. Because Arthur keeps telling me...
EAMES
*Filthy laugh* Arthur. You’re still working with
that stick-in-the-mud?
COBB
He’s good at what he does.
EAMES
Ahh, he's the best. But he has no
imagination.
COBB
Not like you?
EAMES
If you’re going to
perform inception, you need
imagination.


It took me two viewings before I noticed that filthy evil chuckle he decided to throw in, before he says, "Arthur" in the same way that I say "ice cream." Once you hear it, you can't unhear it.

But then, why does Eames insist that Arthur has no imagination? Especially when Arthur later proves to the audience that he has more than anyone in the entire film, when he handily saves everyone's ass by creating gravity out of zero gravity? Is this some kind of oversight in the script? In a novel, the exchange between Cobb and Eames about Arthur and his lack of imagination would have to be explored; otherwise it would look like a huge plot hole. Eames is clearly wrong about Arthur. So, what is it that Arthur did, or didn't do, to make Eames think that?

Arthur also does not come across as a stick in the mud: he's actually one of the more fun, daring, and humorous characters. In fact, Eames, Arthur, and Yusuf are the only ones who seem to have any kind of fun at all in the otherwise serious mind-heist. Among the three of them, they provide the only humorous lines and gestures in the entire film.

Arthur does come across as buckling down to business when it gets hairy, but he also steals a kiss from Ariadne, keeps this semi-wicked, knowing smirk on his face for most of the movie (he's more or less an elite spy; he knows everyone's secrets,) and puts up with Eames pulling his pigtails throughout the film with relatively good grace.

Clearly, though, in their past together, Arthur gave Eames the impression that he wasn't any fun, and was lacking in imagination. So, what's the history there?

Why is Arthur's totem a loaded die, and Eames's totem a forged poker chip? Are / were they both gamblers? Did something happen in Vegas and stay in Vegas? Or did it not happen?

And Eames does spend a goodly amount of time pulling Arthur's pigtails, clearly trying to get him to react. This is something the entire fandom picked up on. Every time they're in the room together he's "I'm not touching you, does this bug you?" and Arthur is, "COBB, get him to stop, he's on my side of the seat!" Ridiculously, the most famous scenes in the movie aren't the crumbling buildings, the explosions, or the city block folding like a taco: the ones that fandom ran with were the pigtail-pulling scenes between the two of them: Eames kicking Arthur's chair, Eames giggling whenever Arthur gets pushed over, and of course the famous "dream bigger, darling." More on that later, too.

I read somewhere that "Word Of God" (meaning Nolan) said that Arthur and Eames were past rivals. I have no idea where this interview is or where I could find it; wish I did. But I have to wonder, rivals for what? They work in the same business, sure; but their job descriptions are vastly different. Arthur is a point man (if you don't know what that is, here is a good description of Arthur's job.) And Eames is a forger; he creates other identities to infiltrate dreams, which Arthur never does. And we're led to believe that it's A) either a rare position or B) Eames is the best at it, since Cobb goes all the way to Mombasa to collect him, when Mombasa is the worst place for him to be. The two are completely different. I'd love to know what their rivalry was.

Okay, I'm getting too meta here and getting away from my point: I am not certain why Eames joined the team, not certain why Arthur and Eames were rivals, not sure why their reactions to each other were so immediate. These are things that fandom can only speculate at (and write fic about. It's fun when it's fun.)

So I've established why I think that Eames was the most sympathetic and fun, why Arthur was the most interesting and imaginative (to me, anyway,) but haven't really touched upon why I think it's so easy to ship them and why it seems so natural.

At least a bit of credit for this, I think, must go to Tom Hardy, for changing the script. Or actually, he changed it once, and I think Nolan changed it the second time.

Obviously, what is the most famous line in Arthur/Eames fandom:

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"You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling."

It's worth noting that A) Tom Hardy changed this line, as originally it just said "Arthur" and not "darling," and B) Eames saved Arthur's ass in this scene. Maybe this is why he thinks Arthur lacks imagination. Maybe Arthur doesn't dream big enough, and makes things tougher for himself. However, Arthur does, later, easily navigate the dreamscape; in fact he makes it his bitch with his Penrose steps and gravity/zero gravity. So, again, what did Arthur not do at some point, to give Eames this impression?

This is where fandom loves to fill in the gaps.

And the second scene so beloved by the A/E fandom was another one not originally in the script. The script had this:

Arthur hits buttons on the mechanism. The team goes out one
by one. Cobb is last.
COBB
Fischer’s subconscious is going to
run you down hard.
ARTHUR
I’ll lead them on a merry chase.
COBB
Be back in time for the kick.
ARTHUR
I’m on it.


It is completely noteworthy that it is now Eames who's the last one awake with Arthur, Eames giving Arthur this warning. And while the dialogue has changed in subtle ways, and even more worth noting how the two actors play this scene: Arthur hooking Eames up to the PASIV device, confident; Eames seeming suddenly very trusting of his "rival." Everyone else is already out; it's just the two of them. There's no pigtail-pulling here, when they're alone.

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Why the hell is Arthur hooking him up? I find it hard to believe that Eames can't do it himself. Ariadne, who is totally new to this, Saito, who's been shot, they would probably need help hooking themselves up, if anyone. But he's only shown helping Eames, who's been in the business since forever.

And what became of "I'm on it?" I mean, yeah, as dialogue goes that's kind of flat, and changing it to something with a little more voice was obviously a great idea. Of course, "Go to sleep, Mr. Eames" seems to be enough for fandom to throw them into bed together. It alone is not enough for me to buy it, though.

What does make me buy it comes later, when it gets really rough and it's starting to look pretty bad, like maybe everyone will end up in limbo with their brains fried, because time is running out before the last kick. Eames, down in the third level of the dream (Arthur still in the second,) warns Ariadne and Cobb that if the kick comes, it sucks to be them; he's leaving (waking up) without them. He's a little harsh about it, too. He's clearly somewhat pissed about the turn of events. Yet it's Arthur he warns: "Just be back before the kick." None of this "I will so totally leave you behind to slowly go insane."

However, Eames ends up doing no such thing, and while Cobb, Ariadne, and Fischer are working through their various demons and issues, Arthur is kicking ass in zero gravity in the second level and Eames is playing one-man-army in the third. Eames isn't the one with anything at stake, here.

Also note that in the first dream level, after the mad cab-ride shoot out is more or less over, Arthur leans over the seat and asks Eames, "Are you okay?" Are you okay. Not is Fischer okay, on whom the mission depends. Not is Saito okay, on whom Cobb's happiness depends. You, Eames. Yes, yes, I highly doubt that too much thought went into who he was talking to when the script was written. BUT. This is what fandom is for. Overthinking these things and enjoying the hell out of the process.

You can also pin at least some of this shippiness on Tom Hardy, I think, for making stuff up during the filming, for being fun and laughy and snarky and hot in an otherwise effects-driven drama, and for later saying that he felt that Eames was supposed to be similar to the sympathetic and fun gay character Handsome Bob in RockNRolla ("[Nolan] liked what I did in “RocknRolla” and wanted to keep it as close to me as possible in many ways...) and "a little bit of Farley Granger." Thanks T-Hard, you likened Eames to two gay men. Well played, cagey boy. Just how much does he really know about fandom? Judging by his occasionally overbearing/camwhoring internet presence, I've got to guess "quite a bit." ^_^

Also, T-Hard, for coming forward to say, in essence, "Yeah, I've done guys too, so what? It was cool." Especially in the current climate with the LGBT community struggling lately, and with all the hateful things being said about them, that never seem to go away. Tangentially, it killed me how headlines insisted that Tom Hardy had "admitted" to homosexual experiences, as "admitted" implies that the LGBT people are doing something wrong, which bears confession – and they're so not.

Tangentially too, I want to add that Joseph Gordon-Levitt has also come forward to stand up for LGBT rights on quite a few occasions, and bravely portrayed an abused homosexual boy in a movie that very few people would even think of touching.

NONE OF WHICH HAS ANYTHING TO DO WITH FANDOM. I want to be clear on this. I do not fangirl or fetishize homosexuality in and of itself. If I find anything wrong with fandom at all, it's that occasionally it does fall into this trap, of turning gay men into objects, fetishizing them. There are two sides to this slashy blade, you see. One side is acceptance and normalcy, and the other is objectification, and that's a line that I think you can't even straddle in good taste.

What I love about it, though, is its ability to explore characters who might be gay, which is only ever interesting to me if the characters are fascinating to begin with, or faceted. "Gay" alone does not a story make. "Gay" alone does not hotness make. Good characters, good stories, good taste, and being aware of what real LGBT people go through, as opposed to fictional ones: this is important.

Take your two shippy characters and write about who they are and what they do together: gay, straight, both, neither, and have a blast, I think. But this is something to think about, maybe.

/tangent

But with that in mind, yeah, ship 'em, I say, ship 'em hard!

Anyway. I think it's fantastic and hilarious that this movie cast freaking Leonardo DiCaprio and Cillian Murphy in the same movie, and everyone went to town on a former child actor turned indie community director and a relatively obscure but hot British guy in a patterned shirt. (Which was nice. Eames's clothes are not hideous, okay?)

ILU, fandom. ^_^ You hinged an entire world on the word "darling." ♥

EAMES!

ARTHUR AND EAMES (Warning for male nudity and other such stuff, my dears, but I know you are all adults.)

Oh, fandom. It's been a while. :D
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Right, so I've never "'shipped" anything in my life, really. I have pairings that I like, romances between fictional characters that I enjoy. And while, back in the day I wrote my share of fanfic, I never really thought "OMG OTP" ("one true pairing") about any two characters. That kind of thing can be fun, but is way not SRS BZNS and in fact is still not.

But this. This is fun. Inception's list on TVTropes, which is an amaxing and inclusive list, spoiler-free because you'd have to highlight to read the spoilers. :D

Remember when I first reviewed Inception and I thought, "Well, that was nifty, but I don't see why everyone is freaking out over it." Well, I still kind of think that. In fact you could say that my reaction to the movie was pretty similar to this comic )
I don't know who did that; wish I could give credit. It's so true, though. My thoughts exactly.

As I also said back then, what really appealed to me about Inception wasn't that it was "mindblowing" or anything; it wasn't. What I liked was the characters, and the fact that there was really no bad guy. (Aside from the mostly faceless Cobol baddies that chase Cobb. But I mean, do we really even care about them?)

I've read some complaints that the characters weren't really fleshed out, that they were kind of left open in favor of the big huge fight scenes and effects. Maybe, maybe not. It's true that the script leaves some serious gaps that the actors had to fill in just by being sympathetic or funny. I do agree with some of the criticism leveled at the movie; I think it's fair. And I see the actors struggling (and succeeding) to breathe life and fun and motivation into their characters, often with intriguing success. That's why I'm babbling about Arthur and Eames today. To me, they were the most fun.

However, the fandom, that's a whole 'nother story for me. I find it massively entertaining, amusing, hilarious, fun, and hot. It was Joseph Gordon-Levitt and and Tom Hardy that really made me prick my ears up during the film, and it was the two of them that the fandom predictably ran off with. It's easy to see why, and no, it's not because they're hot. Although I guess that does help. ;D ( Bicycle!Arthur, (everyone gets a ride,) the movie's Little Black Dress, (looks good on everyone,) the Launcher Of A Thousand Ships. And burningly hot Eames who plays it Ambiguously Gay or straight gay. Okay, so yeah, hotness matters. Sorry.)

To me, they were the most easily relatable. I realize that the most sympathetic storyline was between Dom and Mal Cob, and really between Dom and his kids, but there was something about the whole "I'm using everyone in order to get home, also my dead wife isn't really a bitch; that's me attacking you all" angle sort of made me feel more for the other characters than for Cobb.

We get that Dom misses his wife and kids, and he does his share of angsting. In fact, he does it through the whole film, to great effect. But it's Arthur's perspective of Mal Cobb that really stood out for me, with just that one line: "She was lovely." We get that Cobb loved his wife. Why did Arthur? There's some history there that we're left to wonder at. Arthur was sympathetic to the whole family.

Otherwise, it was hard to understand some of the motivations sometimes. Dom wanted his kids back. Ariadne risked her job, her future, and her life because she was at first curious, and later on concerned (for this man she only just met.) I almost didn't buy her "I'm coming with you to protect everyone" thing. In my mind, she wanted in because it was cool and dangerous. And she didn't know the risk. (I also need to point out that I felt a little tug between Ariadne and Cobb, maybe more on her side than his. It's something about the way she looks when Arthur tells her, "No, they're not divorced" and "she's dead." And the way she looks when she asks Arthur, "What was she really like?" Well, why do you care what she was really like, Ariadne? OTOH she also looked really flattered when Arthur kissed her. I thought that was cute of her.)

Saito was on board because he wanted to protect his investment – and he didn't know the risk (and suffers the most because of it.)

Yusuf the chemist was in because he wanted the money; and it must have been a lot for him to risk his life when he was the only one aside from Cobb who truly did know the risks.

Cobb lied to everyone else, or at least lied by omission. And the only two characters who call him out on his lie are Eames first, then Arthur.

Why are they on board?

Arthur, I guess, because he's Cobb's partner. Yet, Arthur could have said no. Even if he didn't know what sort of danger they'd be going into, he disapproves of the whole scheme from the start. So why does he stay? Fandom sometimes paints Arthur as Cobb's lapdog, but I don't see any evidence of that in the movie. He is the only one who seems to put Cobb in his place most of the time.

So why does he follow Cobb into this project that he doesn't believe in?

Hmm. Maybe because he liked Mal – he states this in the movie. Maybe he likes Cobb's kids, or maybe he realizes it's unjust for Cobb to be separated from them and he wants to do the right thing, even if he doesn't agree with the method. JGL said in an interview that his interpretation of Arthur is that he loves the work. Maybe he does it just to see if he can.

Ahh, Mr. Eames. The one character who laughs, reasons, jokes, fights, and shows any sympathy at all to both Saito when he's dying, and to Fischer when he's suffering. Eames gets people; in his line of work, maybe he's got to understand them. Maybe his empathy is what makes him the best forger. Saito is dying in the dream; while everyone else is all up in arms, Eames is the only one who thinks to help him. ("He's in agony; I'm waking him up.") And he carefully defuses Cobb when Cobb freaks out on him and starts throwing him around. He is clearly no dummy; maybe the smartest guy in the movie, the way he handles situations and easily deals with people's emotions. He's a Guile Hero but is still the most empathetic one.

So, why is Eames on board? One has to figure that Mr. Eames does things because he wants to, and never for any other reason. The script has Cobb "selling" the job to him; the movie makes no such offer. The movie dialogue deviates from the script (which I downloaded,) sometimes drastically. In the shooting script, Eames mentions that the price on Cobb's head is pretty high, and that he'd sell him out – although he's clearly bluffing, because he hasn't. Why not? If Eames does things for the money, he could have sold Cobb out when Cobol came for him. Instead, he helps him escape. So, what are Eames's loyalties, and why are they currently to Cobb?

Eames never gives a reason why he joins the team; he's just automatically signed up once Cobb approaches him.

I am so not setting up to say that Arthur and Eames decided to do the job because of each other. Well, not Arthur, maybe. ;)

In the movie, Cobb tells Arthur he's going to talk to Eames, and Arthur's reaction is automatic:

COBB
I’ve got to talk to Eames.
ARTHUR
Eames? But he’s in Mombasa. Cobol’s
backyard.
COBB
Necessary risk.
ARTHUR
There's plenty of good thieves.
COBB
We don’t just need a thief. We need
a forger.


Blah blah blah setting up who's who and why they're necessary. My question—and indeed fandom's question—is why Arthur immediately knows where his least-favorite thief is. Bang, off the top of his head: Eames is in Mombasa; Arthur keeps tabs.

Well, it's his job to keep tabs, I guess. And perhaps he especially keeps tabs on what's going on in Mombasa, which is, as he states, Cobol's back yard. So he needs to know who from the dreaming world is hanging out there, ready and willing to sell out his boss. Why does he jump to "thief" for Eames, when Eames is clearly a forger first and foremost? (What did Eames steal, that he knows of?) Why is he so eager to use someone else? Why is his reaction so immediate?

Eames reaction to being told he's working with Arthur is similar in the script, but Tom Hardy decided to add his own flavor to it – as he did throughout the movie, as I understand. However it is still an instant, "Oh, him."

From the movie, not the shooting script:

COBB
Inception. Now before you tell me it's impossible...
EAMES
No, it’s perfectly possible. Just
bloody difficult.
COBB
Interesting. Because Arthur keeps telling me...
EAMES
*Filthy laugh* Arthur. You’re still working with
that stick-in-the-mud?
COBB
He’s good at what he does.
EAMES
Ahh, he's the best. But he has no
imagination.
COBB
Not like you?
EAMES
If you’re going to
perform inception, you need
imagination.


It took me two viewings before I noticed that filthy evil chuckle he decided to throw in, before he says, "Arthur" in the same way that I say "ice cream." Once you hear it, you can't unhear it.

But then, why does Eames insist that Arthur has no imagination? Especially when Arthur later proves to the audience that he has more than anyone in the entire film, when he handily saves everyone's ass by creating gravity out of zero gravity? Is this some kind of oversight in the script? In a novel, the exchange between Cobb and Eames about Arthur and his lack of imagination would have to be explored; otherwise it would look like a huge plot hole. Eames is clearly wrong about Arthur. So, what is it that Arthur did, or didn't do, to make Eames think that?

Arthur also does not come across as a stick in the mud: he's actually one of the more fun, daring, and humorous characters. In fact, Eames, Arthur, and Yusuf are the only ones who seem to have any kind of fun at all in the otherwise serious mind-heist. Among the three of them, they provide the only humorous lines and gestures in the entire film.

Arthur does come across as buckling down to business when it gets hairy, but he also steals a kiss from Ariadne, keeps this semi-wicked, knowing smirk on his face for most of the movie (he's more or less an elite spy; he knows everyone's secrets,) and puts up with Eames pulling his pigtails throughout the film with relatively good grace.

Clearly, though, in their past together, Arthur gave Eames the impression that he wasn't any fun, and was lacking in imagination. So, what's the history there?

Why is Arthur's totem a loaded die, and Eames's totem a forged poker chip? Are / were they both gamblers? Did something happen in Vegas and stay in Vegas? Or did it not happen?

And Eames does spend a goodly amount of time pulling Arthur's pigtails, clearly trying to get him to react. This is something the entire fandom picked up on. Every time they're in the room together he's "I'm not touching you, does this bug you?" and Arthur is, "COBB, get him to stop, he's on my side of the seat!" Ridiculously, the most famous scenes in the movie aren't the crumbling buildings, the explosions, or the city block folding like a taco: the ones that fandom ran with were the pigtail-pulling scenes between the two of them: Eames kicking Arthur's chair, Eames giggling whenever Arthur gets pushed over, and of course the famous "dream bigger, darling." More on that later, too.

I read somewhere that "Word Of God" (meaning Nolan) said that Arthur and Eames were past rivals. I have no idea where this interview is or where I could find it; wish I did. But I have to wonder, rivals for what? They work in the same business, sure; but their job descriptions are vastly different. Arthur is a point man (if you don't know what that is, here is a good description of Arthur's job.) And Eames is a forger; he creates other identities to infiltrate dreams, which Arthur never does. And we're led to believe that it's A) either a rare position or B) Eames is the best at it, since Cobb goes all the way to Mombasa to collect him, when Mombasa is the worst place for him to be. The two are completely different. I'd love to know what their rivalry was.

Okay, I'm getting too meta here and getting away from my point: I am not certain why Eames joined the team, not certain why Arthur and Eames were rivals, not sure why their reactions to each other were so immediate. These are things that fandom can only speculate at (and write fic about. ;D )

So I've established why I think that Eames was the most sympathetic and fun, why Arthur was the most interesting and imaginative (to me, anyway,) but haven't really touched upon why I think it's so easy to ship them and why it seems so natural.

Credit for this, I think, must go to Tom Hardy, for changing the script. Or actually, he changed it once, and I think Nolan changed it the second time.

Obviously, what is the most famous line in fandom:

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"You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling."

It's worth noting that A) Tom Hardy changed this line, as originally it just said "Arthur" and not "darling," and B) Eames saved Arthur's ass in this scene. Maybe this is why he thinks Arthur lacks imagination. Maybe Arthur doesn't dream big enough, and makes things tougher for himself. However, Arthur does, later, easily navigate the dreamscape; in fact he makes it his bitch with his Penrose steps and gravity/zero gravity. So, again, what did Arthur not do at some point, to give Eames this impression?

And this is where fandom loves to fill in the gaps.

And the second scene so beloved by the A/E fandom was another one not originally in the script. The script had this:

Arthur hits buttons on the mechanism. The team goes out one
by one. Cobb is last.
COBB
Fischer’s subconscious is going to
run you down hard.
ARTHUR
I’ll lead them on a merry chase.
COBB
Be back in time for the kick.
ARTHUR
I’m on it.


It is completely noteworthy that it is now Eames who's the last one awake with Arthur, Eames giving Arthur this warning. And while the dialogue has changed in subtle ways, and even more worth noting how the two actors play this scene: Arthur hooking Eames up to the PASIV device, confident; Eames seeming suddenly very trusting of his "rival." Everyone else is already out; it's just the two of them. There's no pigtail-pulling here, when they're alone.

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"Go to sleep, Mr. Eames" seems to be enough for fandom to throw them into bed together. It alone is not enough for me to buy it, though.

What does make me buy it comes later, when it gets really rough and it's starting to look pretty bad, like maybe everyone will end up in limbo with their brains fried, because time is running out before the last kick. Eames, down in the third level of the dream (Arthur still in the second,) warns Ariadne and Cobb that if the kick comes, it sucks to be them; he's leaving (waking up) without them. He's a little harsh about it, too. He's clearly somewhat pissed about the turn of events. Yet it's Arthur he warns: "Just be back before the kick." None of this "I will so totally leave you behind to slowly go insane."

However, Eames ends up doing no such thing, and while Cobb, Ariadne, and Fischer are working through their various demons and issues, Arthur is kicking ass in zero gravity in the second level and Eames is playing one-man-army in the third.

(Also note that in the first dream level, after the mad cab-ride shoot out is more or less over, Arthur leans over the seat and asks Eames, "Are you okay?" Are you okay. Yes, yes, I highly doubt that too much thought went into who he was talking to when the script was written. BUT. This is what fandom is for. Overthinking these things and enjoying the hell out of the process.)

You can pin a lot of this shippiness on Tom Hardy, I think, for making stuff up during the filming, for being fun and laughy and snarky and hot in an otherwise effects-driven drama, and for later saying that he felt that Eames was supposed to be similar to the sympathetic and fun gay character Handsome Bob in RockNRolla ("[Nolan] liked what I did in “RocknRolla” and wanted to keep it as close to me as possible in many ways...) and "a little bit of Farley Granger." Thanks T-Hard, you likened Eames to two separate gay men. Well played, cagey boy. Just how much do you really know about fandom? ;D Judging by his occasionally overbearing/camwhoring internet presence, I've got to guess "quite a bit." ^_^

Also, T-Hard, for coming forward to say, in essence, "Yeah, I've done guys too, so what? It was cool." Especially in the current climate with the LGBT community struggling lately, and with all the hateful things being said about them, that never seem to go away. Tangentially, it killed me how headlines insisted that Tom Hardy had "admitted" to homosexual experiences, as "admitted" implies that the LGBT people are doing something wrong, which bears confession – and they're so not.

Tangentially too, I want to add that lovely Joseph Gordon-Levitt has also come forward to stand up for LGBT rights on quite a few occasions, and bravely, bravely portrayed an abused homosexual boy in a movie that very few people would even think of touching.

NONE OF WHICH HAS ANYTHING TO DO WITH FANDOM. I want to be clear on this. I do not fangirl or fetishize homosexuality in and of itself. If I find anything wrong with fandom at all, it's that occasionally it does fall into this trap, of turning gay men into objects, fetishizing them. There are two sides to this slashy blade, you see. One side is acceptance, and the other is objectification, and that's a line that I think you can't even straddle in good taste.

What I love about it, though, is its ability to explore characters who might be gay, which is only ever interesting to me if the characters are fascinating to begin with, or faceted. "Gay" alone does not a story make. "Gay" alone does not hotness make. Good characters, good stories, good taste, and being aware of what real LGBT people go through, as opposed to fictional ones: this is important.

Take your two shippy characters and write about who they are and what they do together: gay, straight, both, neither, and have a blast, I think. But this is something to think about, maybe.

/tangent

But with that in mind, yeah, ship 'em, I say, ship 'em hard!

Anyway. I think it's fantastic and hilarious that this movie cast freaking Leonardo DiCaprio and Cillian Murphy in the same movie, and everyone went to town on a former child actor turned indie hipster and a relatively obscure but hot British guy in a loud shirt.

ILU, fandom. ^_^ You hinged an entire world on the word "darling." ♥

EAMES!

ARTHUR AND EAMES (Warning for male nudity and other such stuff, my dears, but I know you are all adults.)

Oh, fandom. It's been a while. :D
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No big deal, no first prize.

Did I ever even put up a link to our zombie / vote commercial? I can't remember and can't even be assed to check back. Here it is: Nothing smart, or at least not very; nothing revolutionary.

I did send it to President Obama, though, because I have huge balls like that. ^_^ Lady Chrysanthemum, Snarklit, and Homeslice as zombies. Epic.

Today is my last day of being 37. I have this thing where I have to switch to a new blog doc on my birthday. Yes, I've written out every entry in long .doc files, one file per year, since I started blogging. Like, ten years ago back when I was on blogger. I've saved them all, but without dates. The only thing that indicates when they were written is the file name (blog37.doc is this one,) and references to dates, holidays, seasons etc. I don't know why I never put the dates. I should have. But it's too late to start now. :D

This made me laugh so goddamn hard last night that I had tears. It's the South Park send-up of Inception. I LOLed pretty fiercely when the Inception team came in, but it was really about six minutes into the stupid thing that I really lost it. I only occasionally catch this show, but it always makes me laugh when I do. For some reason, that one part around 6 minutes in just did it for me, damn.

Tomorrow I'm having what was supposed to be a huge party with all my family and friends, but ends up being a very small affair, with video games and ice cream, which is fine. I'd so wished for everyone to meet each other, because they all know so much about each other just from my ever-blabbering mouth, yammering about how awesome everyone is, all the damn time. But, it'll so far be: Wonderful Glassworker, RT (all the way up from VA!) Jo-chan, my favorite aunt, Empress Teishi, CC Maximus, Homeslice and his wee daughter Cute Bruiser, and possibly Lady Chrysanthemum. The Gold Dragon is out of state this weekend for his cousin's wedding, but promised to call just to say hi. :) Well, and me too obviously, and also my Mom who will be along after work. And no one else can make it! But I"m determined that we're going to have a great time.

Anything else that's going on, I'll write about after Monday. I promised last time that my next update was going to be a happy one, so here it is. :D I'm looking forward to tomorrow. ^_^
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No big deal, no first prize.

Did I ever even put up a link to our zombie / vote commercial? I can't remember and can't even be assed to check back. Here it is: Nothing smart, or at least not very; nothing revolutionary.

I did send it to President Obama, though, because I have huge balls like that. ^_^ Lady Chrysanthemum, Snarklit, and Homeslice as zombies. Epic.

Today is my last day of being 37. I have this thing where I have to switch to a new blog doc on my birthday. Yes, I've written out every entry in long .doc files, one file per year, since I started blogging. Like, ten years ago back when I was on blogger. I've saved them all, but without dates. The only thing that indicates when they were written is the file name (blog37.doc is this one,) and references to dates, holidays, seasons etc. I don't know why I never put the dates. I should have. But it's too late to start now. :D

This made me laugh so goddamn hard last night that I had tears. It's the South Park send-up of Inception. I LOLed pretty fiercely when the Inception team came in, but it was really about six minutes into the stupid thing that I really lost it. I only occasionally catch this show, but it always makes me laugh when I do. For some reason, that one part around 6 minutes in just did it for me, damn.

Tomorrow I'm having what was supposed to be a huge party with all my family and friends, but ends up being a very small affair, with video games and ice cream, which is fine. I'd so wished for everyone to meet each other, because they all know so much about each other just from my ever-blabbering mouth, yammering about how awesome everyone is, all the damn time. But, it'll so far be: Wonderful Glassworker, RT (all the way up from VA!) Jo-chan, my favorite aunt, Empress Teishi, CC Maximus, Homeslice and his wee daughter Cute Bruiser, and possibly Lady Chrysanthemum. The Gold Dragon is out of state this weekend for his cousin's wedding, but promised to call just to say hi. :) Well, and me too obviously, and also my Mom who will be along after work. And no one else can make it! But I"m determined that we're going to have a great time.

Anything else that's going on, I'll write about after Monday. I promised last time that my next update was going to be a happy one, so here it is. :D I'm looking forward to tomorrow. ^_^
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I was supposed to dance today. I had my costume and music all ready, even hand-made a new hip hei (it kind of sucks though,) and was good to go. But the time and place got all screwed up, and I never found out where I was supposed to meet the group, and the roads were closed. I was going to do one Tahitian, yeah, a two and a half minute dance, and yeah I would have driven the 40 or so miles out there just for two minutes of dancing. But it wasn't to be. I got up at 8 AM on a day off (no work this weekend) for absolutely zip.

Well, not really. I got a lot done this morning, cleaned, vacuumed, did some laundry, and studied for three hours for the path2 midterm. If I don't ace that bitch, something is wrong.

Umm, yesterday I tried to replace my water filters but one of them is broken. I need to change / refill my fish tank water and I can't. I get so worried when I can't change the water. The company is really awesome though, and they are sending me a free replacement. Still, my fish!

My fish must think I'm out of my mind. A few times a week I'll have a half a glass of red wine at Mom's while we watch Family Guy, then go to my place and feed my fish, and to Gran's to let Belle out and feed my other fish which are in that room.

Me: "FISHIES! Wiggle-swim fishies, time for foods! HI LEON! You are so magnificent! Fishie fish fish! You guys are the FISHIEST fish ever! Kiss, kiss!"

Fish: "Is that lip balm stuck to our tank? Oh my god. She had wine again."

Last night I tried this new ice cream called Arctic Zero. It's got 128 calories for the entire pint and it doesn't have any HFCS or any aspartame junk. Instead it uses this "Whey Low" stuff which, I have no idea what that is or how it works. The web site gives you some junk about how these three kinds of sugar interfere with each other so you can't digest it and OH MY GOD EPIPHANY THIS EXPLAINS THE DREAM I HAD. Duh.

Last night I had one of those crack dreams again where I make the person in trouble stand aside so that that I can handle it. Last night it was Dr. House. In the dream, he had found a way to get high without vicodin. It turned out that there was a chemical in spinach that he couldn't assimilate, and the resulting reaction made it so that it could pass the blood-brain barrier and act like marijuana. Dude, I know, I know. What the hell. So he was eating all this spinach and Wilson was curious and concerned, wondering what was with the spinach obsession. Then Wilson's girlfriend (I can't remember her name, but it's the same one from the actual show,) started googling it. House of course didn't care and kept getting spinach-high, until he ate too much and fell down beside his bed. I remember everything was sort of smoky and wavy. I pretty much figured he was going to die if he didn't do something, so I made him leave and took over, as I always do in dreams like these. I made him walk up to the roof of their apartment building, where Wilson and his girlfriend were on a swing-set. The girlfriend was swinging really high, to the edge of the building. Then she decided to stand up on the swing. I / House thought that was dangerous – we were pretty sure she was going to pitch over the ledge. I wanted to do something about it, but House didn't. Fortunately I was in control, so I decided to tell Wilson. However, he was playing in a ball pit. I thought, "Maybe this is why he's on spinach," and then I woke up.

Right! So I tried this Arctic Zero stuff and it did not make me high, and hopefully it didn't pass the blood-brain barrier and I didn't explode or grow an extra limb or anything like that. But I'm still not sold on the idea. Things like this that sound too good to be true usually are. Seriously, 3 kinds of sugar canceling each other out? Doesn't that sound like one of those diet-jokes? "Oh yeah, hur hur, if you eat two cupcakes they cancel each other out!" It didn't taste too bad though.

And Mom and I watched Revenge Of The Sith. I forgot how terrible / awesome that movie was. One of those things where, when it's bad it's abysmal ("UR BEAUTIFUL CUZ I LOVE U!!!" "OMG NO U!") and when it's good it's fantastic (Hello there! It's quite possible that he's the most beautiful man on earth.) This was my favorite scene. I thought it was brilliant. Two Jedi – or rather, a Jedi and a Sith, with flashy lightsabers and the Force and fancy moves and whatnot, and they get so fired up that to hell with the lightsabers, I'm just gonna choke a bitch with my bare hands because that's how much I hate/love/hate you! My other best part is when Obi-wan finds general Grievous (of all the things I'm writing and raving about now, yeah, writing that name makes me feel retarded,) and hundreds of enemy soldiers everywhere, and he thinks about it for a minute. "Hmm, this could be tricky, I'm massively outnumbered. What should I do?" And then he jumps down into the center of them like "Hey what's up, kicking everyone's ass now!"

How the hell did I get onto Star Wars? Jesus. No more crack for me. At least not this late at night.

Aaaanyway. Yeah, today. So I cleaned and studied and blah blah. And got lots of critiquing done for various writing workshops, but did absolutely no work on my own writing. :/ Ehh. Soon.

But not tomorrow. Tomorrow I'm going out with Lady Chrysanthemum to see Kung Fu Karate Kid. I hope it doesn't piss me off. I want to like it. I love Jackie Chan. Yes. He can be trusted to keep Kung Fu sacred. :) It's nice of her to have kept me in mind for tomorrow. She's quite lovely.

The Gold Dragon called me today and we talked for a long time. He wanted to see how everything is going ("Just calling to see, you know, how you guys are...But I guess you don't want to talk about..." No, I don't. But it was a kind gesture to call.) He misses class, and I miss him, and we're trying to figure out a day to go to China Town. But maybe a few of us this time. Me, Dragon and Snarklit, maybe Chrysanthemum and we'll ask Jedi Ronin, too. But in the end, bet you anything it'll just be the three of us. Which is also fine. He's such a good dude, this Dragon. Class is not the same without him.

Tomorrow I'm sleeping till 10 AM, cleaning the birds, going to the movies, and then, with whatever time I have left during the day, maybe writing/revising, or some more studying. Definitely some jogging and some dancing. Oh, jogging's going really well since I got those superfly sneakers. Mostly I'm going to ignore tomorrow until it's done. :)

And if not, I always have these silly fannish thoughts to occupy my mind. God, it's weird inside my head.

ETA: Gacked from William Gibson (God I love saying that,) Seizure-inducing photographs of Meiji Japan. These kind of rule, if you can handle the eye-strain.
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I was supposed to dance today. I had my costume and music all ready, even hand-made a new hip hei (it kind of sucks though,) and was good to go. But the time and place got all screwed up, and I never found out where I was supposed to meet the group, and the roads were closed. I was going to do one Tahitian, yeah, a two and a half minute dance, and yeah I would have driven the 40 or so miles out there just for two minutes of dancing. But it wasn't to be. I got up at 8 AM on a day off (no work this weekend) for absolutely zip.

Well, not really. I got a lot done this morning, cleaned, vacuumed, did some laundry, and studied for three hours for the path2 midterm. If I don't ace that bitch, something is wrong.

Umm, yesterday I tried to replace my water filters but one of them is broken. I need to change / refill my fish tank water and I can't. I get so worried when I can't change the water. The company is really awesome though, and they are sending me a free replacement. Still, my fish!

My fish must think I'm out of my mind. A few times a week I'll have a half a glass of red wine at Mom's while we watch Family Guy, then go to my place and feed my fish, and to Gran's to let Belle out and feed my other fish which are in that room.

Me: "FISHIES! Wiggle-swim fishies, time for foods! HI LEON! You are so magnificent! Fishie fish fish! You guys are the FISHIEST fish ever! Kiss, kiss!"

Fish: "Is that lip balm stuck to our tank? Oh my god. She had wine again."

Last night I tried this new ice cream called Arctic Zero. It's got 128 calories for the entire pint and it doesn't have any HFCS or any aspartame junk. Instead it uses this "Whey Low" stuff which, I have no idea what that is or how it works. The web site gives you some junk about how these three kinds of sugar interfere with each other so you can't digest it and OH MY GOD EPIPHANY THIS EXPLAINS THE DREAM I HAD. Duh.

Last night I had one of those crack dreams again where I make the person in trouble stand aside so that that I can handle it. Last night it was Dr. House. In the dream, he had found a way to get high without vicodin. It turned out that there was a chemical in spinach that he couldn't assimilate, and the resulting reaction made it so that it could pass the blood-brain barrier and act like marijuana. Dude, I know, I know. What the hell. So he was eating all this spinach and Wilson was curious and concerned, wondering what was with the spinach obsession. Then Wilson's girlfriend (I can't remember her name, but it's the same one from the actual show,) started googling it. House of course didn't care and kept getting spinach-high, until he ate too much and fell down beside his bed. I remember everything was sort of smoky and wavy. I pretty much figured he was going to die if he didn't do something, so I made him leave and took over, as I always do in dreams like these. I made him walk up to the roof of their apartment building, where Wilson and his girlfriend were on a swing-set. The girlfriend was swinging really high, to the edge of the building. Then she decided to stand up on the swing. I / House thought that was dangerous – we were pretty sure she was going to pitch over the ledge. I wanted to do something about it, but House didn't. Fortunately I was in control, so I decided to tell Wilson. However, he was playing in a ball pit. I thought, "Maybe this is why he's on spinach," and then I woke up.

Right! So I tried this Arctic Zero stuff and it did not make me high, and hopefully it didn't pass the blood-brain barrier and I didn't explode or grow an extra limb or anything like that. But I'm still not sold on the idea. Things like this that sound too good to be true usually are. Seriously, 3 kinds of sugar canceling each other out? Doesn't that sound like one of those diet-jokes? "Oh yeah, hur hur, if you eat two cupcakes they cancel each other out!" It didn't taste too bad though.

And Mom and I watched Revenge Of The Sith. I forgot how terrible / awesome that movie was. One of those things where, when it's bad it's abysmal ("UR BEAUTIFUL CUZ I LOVE U!!!" "OMG NO U!") and when it's good it's fantastic (Hello there! It's quite possible that he's the most beautiful man on earth.) This was my favorite scene. I thought it was brilliant. Two Jedi – or rather, a Jedi and a Sith, with flashy lightsabers and the Force and fancy moves and whatnot, and they get so fired up that to hell with the lightsabers, I'm just gonna choke a bitch with my bare hands because that's how much I hate/love/hate you! My other best part is when Obi-wan finds general Grievous (of all the things I'm writing and raving about now, yeah, writing that name makes me feel retarded,) and hundreds of enemy soldiers everywhere, and he thinks about it for a minute. "Hmm, this could be tricky, I'm massively outnumbered. What should I do?" And then he jumps down into the center of them like "Hey what's up, kicking everyone's ass now!"

How the hell did I get onto Star Wars? Jesus. No more crack for me. At least not this late at night.

Aaaanyway. Yeah, today. So I cleaned and studied and blah blah. And got lots of critiquing done for various writing workshops, but did absolutely no work on my own writing. :/ Ehh. Soon.

But not tomorrow. Tomorrow I'm going out with Lady Chrysanthemum to see Kung Fu Karate Kid. I hope it doesn't piss me off. I want to like it. I love Jackie Chan. Yes. He can be trusted to keep Kung Fu sacred. :) It's nice of her to have kept me in mind for tomorrow. She's quite lovely.

The Gold Dragon called me today and we talked for a long time. He wanted to see how everything is going ("Just calling to see, you know, how you guys are...But I guess you don't want to talk about..." No, I don't. But it was a kind gesture to call.) He misses class, and I miss him, and we're trying to figure out a day to go to China Town. But maybe a few of us this time. Me, Dragon and Snarklit, maybe Chrysanthemum and we'll ask Jedi Ronin, too. But in the end, bet you anything it'll just be the three of us. Which is also fine. He's such a good dude, this Dragon. Class is not the same without him.

Tomorrow I'm sleeping till 10 AM, cleaning the birds, going to the movies, and then, with whatever time I have left during the day, maybe writing/revising, or some more studying. Definitely some jogging and some dancing. Oh, jogging's going really well since I got those superfly sneakers. Mostly I'm going to ignore tomorrow until it's done. :)

And if not, I always have these silly fannish thoughts to occupy my mind. God, it's weird inside my head.

ETA: Gacked from William Gibson (God I love saying that,) Seizure-inducing photographs of Meiji Japan. These kind of rule, if you can handle the eye-strain.
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So I just, for the first time, saw the episode of Family Guy where Brian comes out as an athiest. There was one part where Meg (who has found god,) tries to get him to accept a crucifix, and he won't, until she throws it for him to fetch. I always laugh pretty hard when Brian barks, but then he started chewing on the crucifix and growled every time she reached for it. Maybe I'm overtired and it's Stupid O'Clock, but I laughed until I had tears.

It's also got this whole big Star Trek subplot. I've never seen Star Trek, but my good pal and brain-mate [livejournal.com profile] skitty_kitty is a fan and I thought of her the entire time. The cast actually came and did their own voices. Hearing Patrick Stewart, whom I know from things aside from ST, say the line "I've got girl-boobies" also got some good LOLs out of me. GIRL BOOBIES:


LMAO.

Special announcement! I promised Skitty Kitty that I'd Rickroll her, and now I have. After much LJ dickery and what feels like an hour of nitrous oxide or something, it actually worked!

Here's the actual clip with the interview with Seth MacFarlane (who is STRANGELY HOT.)


MOVING ON.

Note to self: When you've got three treatments to do, do not play PSP for two hours straight prior, fool. Oh man, my thumbs were dead by the third treatment. I still think I did all right, and my client booked me for the rest of the term. :) But dude, that was painful.

So, I started playing Dissidia. Man, what the hell. I'm so bad at this. I don't get that "move the character around the board" game thing. So I played arcade mode and kept getting Cloud killed by some midget. The graphics in the opening scene are GORGE, but I didn't know who most of the characters were (well, I knew, but haven't played all the games) and it went on way too long. Eventually I was like "Am I gonna play this beeotch or am I watching a movie?" Oh Squeenix.

I also got back last week's midterm on Ethics and I got 100.

Oh, but of course, before that, I took my MedMass2 midterm. I had left the house early, so I could catch a few extra minutes to study, but then it took me almost two mothereffing hours to get there. I was actually late for the test, but she (a sub, since our professor is out for surgery,) handed me the paper. It was tough, but fair. Though she does have a way of obfuscating her meaning so you have to sort of think around the words. Well, I guess the correct term is "trick questions," yes, she's got them in spades. The sub offered a practical review when everyone was finished with the written. But I finished first and opted to go for a treatment instead of waiting around. I later found out that she graded the tests and everyone got their grade. I should have gone back to check! But nah. Guess I can wait another week to find out.

Currently I am on FB having a LOLsome banter with Sehing Matt Damon about him being "on the market" and consequently going in the crisper drawer. Man, what? I don't even know.

I should stop eating chocolate chips this close to bed.

Ahh, I have that show Saturday and they cannot download my music! I'm only performing the one dance. But I guess I'll have to bring my iPod and hook it up and hope for the best. I might chicken out of doing La Toere. I want to do a good performance, so maybe this isn't the time to be daring and screw up a beautiful traditional, cultural dance. I should maybe play it safe and do a dance that I already know.

And tomorrow I have to work on my costume, hopefully create a hip hei, and get directions to the effing thing. So much to do! Then Sunday, studying for pathology2 midterm, and possibly going to the movies with The Lady Chrysanthemum. I'm off work this weekend, whoop whoop!

Once again I want to say "aloha" to the many new hits I've gotten in the last few days. Wow, y'all, I don't care where or from whom you found my LJ; please don't be shy, come and say hello. :)

I'm still searching for a good Leon story, it doesn't have to be sexytimes, I just want to read a fun ficromp to take my everwhirling mind off junk. Anyone may hook me up.

Stupid frigging fish tank plants came out of the gravel and are floating around. I have to change my water tomorrow. And finish my laundry too. And vacuum and shop. Yeah right, all that is going to happen.

BED.

But maybe trolling youtube for Dissidia videos first.

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