We'll make this a quickie and hope for the best. The image to the left was drawn by Fireball of Kagerou fame, and the quote is from Colin Ferguson (which reminds me: I need to see "Eureka"). It is very, very apt. I have been devouring "Doctor Who"; just watching the Christmas special capping off season 3, and then it's back to "Torchwood" for Season 2.

Still haven't finished up "LotS" Season 2. I am truly falling behind in my fannish duties. I have been studying more WoW than anything else (and I mean that truly - I'm part way through My Life as a Night Elf Priest which is a sort of ethnographic study of World of Warcraft). Oh, I have spent some time with Dreadnought, too. So you can parcel some blame out for Cherie Priest.

Real life and guild leader duties have eclipsed the duty to fandom. I may be forced to get gainful employment soon, which is a terrible thing to have happen to anyone. I've also been working on my game and (gasp!) working out. Jobs and exercise at the same time? If I didn't have the Doctor and Captain Jack, I don't know what I'd do.

I hope all is well wherever you may be, scattered across the World Wide Web (remember when people used that term?). I wish you lots of vanilla coke, chocolate almond bark, and tasty crusty bread.
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( Oct. 28th, 2010 02:11 pm)
Research and schoolwork have eaten my time. Well, and WoW. There has been drama, there has been strife, there have been wounds of the soul!

I'm also reading Hamlet for class at the moment: it is my very favoritest play of all time.

I'm still watching Castle. Still enjoying it. Mondays are Castle days, make no mistake. But I recently came into possession of a Blu-Ray player with the capability to stream my Netflix instant queue on my computer room television.

Do you hear my evil laughter? Does my maniacal cackling fill you with dread? Still, Thursdays are raid nights, so I gotta get back to prep work.


Little bit of pimping: if any of you play video games and wish to help me with my research, I'd appreciate you taking a few moments to fill out this lovely survey of mine.
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( Oct. 6th, 2010 06:01 am)
AKA, "Castle" Ep 3.03
ALSO AKA, my life

Okay so it's not quite that bad, but it seems like no matter what, I end up doing things last minute. It's...working so far? It won't stay that way. It's cut into my TV watching time, but I always make time for "Castle" (and "Judge Judy" but we aren't here to talk about that).

I didn't post on last week's ep, but then I don't feel a need to comment on every single ep as it airs. Some people do, and that's fine and dandy for them; just not my thing. But 3.02 was a good episode and I liked it. The reason I'm commenting on episode 3 though?

I SO CALLED THAT.
I'm not saying what I called or anything, so there should be no cries of "Spoiler Alert!" I'm just saying, I called it, early on, and I have witnesses to back me up. I have MSN logs with my prediction and I was, in fact, proven correct.

And part of me struts around, showing off my pretty feathers, and the rest of me sits here and pouts at the realization that if I can figure it out that quickly, how good is that plot? Because I normally don't figure things out, and certainly not that early.

Which isn't me saying I'm dumb. Not to stroke my own ego too much, but I have tested at a 120 IQ. When I watch shows though, I very easily suspend disbelief and usually shut down what deductive faculties I have because I Want The Ride. I want to be astounded, I want to sit up at the end and go "Oooooooooooooooo!" And, even if I were keenly paying attention and intent on figuring everything out along with our main character? I SUCK AT DEDUCTION. Anything above basic level 1+1=2 usually ends with me in tears.

I am an analyst. Give unto me data and let me analyze it: this follows this pattern, this is comparable to this other thing, this is the effect of that cause. But do not ask me to look at fact 1 and fact 2 and give you fact 3 from them. I am not a fact generator usually; I require facts. It's like asking a plant to make carbon dioxide for you; you've got it backwards.

So yes, while part of me is singing, "We Are the Champions" and jumping around, hands in the air like Rocky, the rest of me is going, "Damn, that was really easy to figure out. I like it better when I'm surprised at the end." Does it impact my enjoyment of the show overall? Of course not. Does it impact my enjoyment of this particular episode? Eh, a smidge.

However, combined with certain other, completely obvious (even to me) moments, it worries me for the future of the show. And, of course, there's the recent departure of Mr. Cannell. RIP, man. I bet when he got to Heaven, God was like, "Dude! A-Team rocked so hard! Come sit by me."

So we'll hope I'm being unnecessarily paranoid.
Now if you'll excuse me, I intend to take a test drive of this new innovation in sanity-preservation. I believe it's called "sleep"?
*Ahem*

So. Hi again. It's Rusk-san, remember me?

No, I haven't been watching anything worth posting about. I know, I know. But see, this thing called "school" started again, and I'm still trying to herd these cats lead this guild I've got going. Plus, I have 2 fics on my plate, one of which has an actual DUE date (but it's crack!fic as a birthday present, so it has lower standards).

"Dr. Who" and "Torchwood" are still on the top of the list, as is season 2 of "Legend of the Seeker." Of course, once Sept. 20th rolls around, THERE WILL BE "Castle" because of my unhealthy obsession with all things Nathan Fillion.

Keep on hoping, dreamers.
Once upon a time, a long, long time ago it seems *significant cough*, I had a Muse. Said Muse would drag me out of bed at 3 AM, at gun point, and make me write. I would get story ideas and scene concepts and all kinds of things at all kinds of hours.

She's been very silent the last few years until a few hours ago, when I was at dinner. I was watching the hibachi chef cook my shrimp when I felt the press of a familiar gun at my back. "You're going to write Arthur/Eames fic. Now, I hope you're paying attention because it starts like this..."

I don't even know. I had 0 plans to start writing slash fic again. Hell, I had 0 plans to start writing FANFIC again; I'm happy with my OCs and my own story worlds.

That having been said, I'm working on the damn fic. Not right now though, 'cause I'm about to end up drooling into the keyboard at this rate. So, anyway, Internets, consider yourself introduced to the gun-wielding, chain-smoking Muse, who will probably send me off to sleep with more fic ideas tonight and will want me to work on this again tomorrow when I should be doing classwork. *sighs*
It's rude to just enter a conversation, unannounced and unintroduced. Emily Post would have my head if I interrupted (though I suppose violence is rude as well), yet the Internet is so full of idle chatter. We have this marvelous creation at our fingertips and what do we use it for? Eh, rant for another time, another day.

So, we'll hedge our bets: dip our toe and then dive in. I hear the water's fine.

Hello, you grand series of tubes! And a special Hello and a Monocle Smile to the fandoms with whom I have flirted shamelessly yet to whom I have rarely committed myself. There is so much out there I want to see and read and know about, so many references that zoom over my head. I have friends who know these things and say, "You HAVE to see this!" And it isn't that I don't want to, so much as I haven't had the...no, I haven't made the time.

I will warn you now: I am terrible at follow-through, at perseverance. I will trust in my friends to bark and nip at my heels here, as they have been doing.

Toes dipped? Right, in we go. Backstory: a dear friend sat me down and showed me Season 1 of the new "Doctor Who" (Ninth Doctor) some time ago, but as he was fond of Eccleston, he dropped the show when Tennant came in. So, for years now, I've not seen anything else of "Doctor Who".

I am aware of Fandom's collective SWOON over Tennant, but more than that, the whole "Doctor Who" concept struck me as being...well...Fantastic. Yes, I heard him say it in my head when I said it then said it out loud myself. FanTAStic! So, after much badgering, I started in on Season 2, with our new Doctor (yes, the old one now - I've actually seen a bunch of the Newest Doctor, just skipped everything in between somehow): "The Christmas Invasion."

There's little point in reviewing it, because most of you have already seen it, and everything else is opinion. But this is my little elbow joint of the series of tubes, and so my opinion is what you get. I will gladly open the floor to respectfully-voiced disagreements and devils' advocates; everyone else gets locked in a closet with a particularly choleric badger (read: ignored).

By the by, there is one thing you should know about me: I tend to pick up the timbre, inflection and slang of whatever I've most recently ingested, media-wise. So if I sound British and a tad silly, you'll have to excuse it, as I have just been watching "Doctor Who". Not that there's anything WRONG with being British. I'd make off with Harrod's if I could. The Hall of Chocolates, at least. The giant clock is pretty and all, but it'd be awfully loud in my apartment, and nursery rhymes have taught me nothing good about that bridge. Back to the point.

It's too soon to get into Tennant vs. Eccleston; I'm only one episode in, and I was so used to Eccleston (though I do still sort of think of him as Norfolk in Elizabeth; watching that movie post-"Doctor Who" is always sort of odd), so I'll need more time to adapt. But I wasn't in raging man-heat for Eccleston like SOME (who shall not be mentioned - and remember, if you're reading this, that the lady doth protest too much), and Tennant does have a sort of rumpled cuteness about him.

I like that each regeneration of the Doctor is a slightly different variant, with different emotions and different reactions. I'm vastly amused that the new Doctor is dismayed at not being ginger (it's not all that, really) and can quote "Circle of Life." And I knew, as soon as Harriet Jones, Prime Minister said "Fire" that he wouldn't be pleased. I love that the show is goofy sci-fi action with this huge heart (or two of them) that says it's wrong to just kill someone if you don't really have to, but does say...yeah, sometimes you have to (he DID say no second chances, after all).

And, of course, there is Torchwood, or, more properly, "Torchwood" - as I'm going to have to start in on THAT now, aren't I? Not that I don't want to. Captain Jack Harkness. Really that's all that needs to be said there. I'll have to figure out how best to weave the two shows together, as I'm watching "Doctor Who" via Netflix's streaming Instant Queue.

More to the point, the show has taken a very definite Departure from real life at this point. As in, before now, you could plausibly pretend to be living in the "Doctor Who" universe, blithely unaware of aliens and the TARDIS and everything else that existed beyond your own little life. Now, that illusion is gone; humanity in the "Doctor Who" universe is aware of extraterrestrials. This version of humanity has proof that we don't have (and, I'm not sure, ever will) that we aren't alone out there.

I don't know whether I like that better or not. Not that I was ever in danger of confusing real life for a fictional setting, mind. But whether I like it or not, I applaud the decision. As a writer someone who writes, I know that was probably not an easy choice. It doesn't completely change everything about the show, just alters the background a little. A slight shift, and in a direction I like pondering on: if we, as a planet, as a species, knew there was another species out there in the universe, how would we react? We're a messy lot; bringing us together under one utopian government, and all dedicated to peace and love probably won't happen anytime soon. 'S nice to think of though.

Fandom is flights of fancy built upon others' flights of fancy. If you've seen Inception, your brain will go where mine does there and add "a dream within a dream." (And if you've seen Princess Bride, your mind will hear it said as "a dweam wiffin a dweam.") We are, if nothing else, a creative species - which only adds to the messes we get ourselves into - and we are fond of our fantasies. But sometimes we can learn from our dreams, and sometimes we can grow from what we learn.

I'll be interested to see what I learn as I go through the various fandoms I've meant to keep up on and lost touch with, or never started. I'm excited at the prospect of traveling through so many other people's dreams.

And, last but not least, I'm looking forward to shutting up all my well-meaning friends who tell me I simply MUST see this show or ELSE.

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