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I wish that I could tell you that this weekend has been packed with industry, but all I did was watch Diary of the Dead and several hours of Babylon 5 S2. Boxleitner has two expressions--righteous indignation and chronic constipation--but I love the conflict between G'Kar and Londo, and Kosh is fascinating. And even if I thought the rest of the series was a tired space opera, the episode "Comes the Inquisitor" was worth the price of the set."
On the ficcing front, I've accomplished diddly and squat with the verve of a professional. I did write 1,291 words of Et Tu X, but that was four days ago. Flack has been tending his sanctuary for all that time, and I'm determined to get him moving. I'd like to hit my standard quota, but I'll settle for a page at this point.
Finally, I haven't yet listened to Rammstein, but The Verve Pipe's "Freshmen" is as awesome as I remembered. It's hard to believe it's twelve years old.
I can't be held responsible.
She was touchin' her face.
I won't be held responsible.
She fell in love in the first place.
For the life of me
I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and that we'd never compromise.
For the life of me
I cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins.
We were merely freshmen.
Awesome tune about the arrogance of youth and the painful consequences it often renders.
For what it's worth, the first stanza of the chorus reminds me of the Snape-Stanhope dynamic.
I can't be held responsible.
She was touchin' her face.
I won't be held responsible.
She fell in love in the first place.
Actually, it also describes Flack's gnawing, private guilt about the demands and strains police work puts on his marriage and on Rebecca as an individual.
As do these lyrics:
We try to wash our hands of all of this.
We never talk of our lacking relationships.
And how we're guilt-stricken, sobbing with our heads on the floor.
It's a surprisingly potent song of grief and guilt wrapped in a fuzz-toned, alterna-grunge package. Thank God for one-track repeat.
On the ficcing front, I've accomplished diddly and squat with the verve of a professional. I did write 1,291 words of Et Tu X, but that was four days ago. Flack has been tending his sanctuary for all that time, and I'm determined to get him moving. I'd like to hit my standard quota, but I'll settle for a page at this point.
Finally, I haven't yet listened to Rammstein, but The Verve Pipe's "Freshmen" is as awesome as I remembered. It's hard to believe it's twelve years old.
I can't be held responsible.
She was touchin' her face.
I won't be held responsible.
She fell in love in the first place.
For the life of me
I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and that we'd never compromise.
For the life of me
I cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins.
We were merely freshmen.
Awesome tune about the arrogance of youth and the painful consequences it often renders.
For what it's worth, the first stanza of the chorus reminds me of the Snape-Stanhope dynamic.
I can't be held responsible.
She was touchin' her face.
I won't be held responsible.
She fell in love in the first place.
Actually, it also describes Flack's gnawing, private guilt about the demands and strains police work puts on his marriage and on Rebecca as an individual.
As do these lyrics:
We try to wash our hands of all of this.
We never talk of our lacking relationships.
And how we're guilt-stricken, sobbing with our heads on the floor.
It's a surprisingly potent song of grief and guilt wrapped in a fuzz-toned, alterna-grunge package. Thank God for one-track repeat.
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