ink_splotch: (sarcastic (occasionally giddy) [mtw])
My holiday so far has been imminently productive! However, Stephen Fry has a podcast, I've watched five episodes of Mock the Week (I kind of ridiculously heart Frankie Boyle and Hugh Dennis), two episodes of In Treatment (so good, and Gabriel Byrne!) and I managed to set off the fire alarm with my cooking.

Also, I'm shamefully addicted to Classic FM, and am having a weird fangirly period with modern classical music. For example, today I heard a symphony version of 'Who Wants to Live Forever', with new music and overarching themes, and was very charmed. Beyond that, they play 'Summertime' and Grieg's 'Wedding Day at Troldhaugen' approximately once a day, and this makes me happy.

One day, I will actually achieve something.

(Also, I now have pills to modulate my dizziness. YAY!)
ink_splotch: (we rule the school [coming-of-age])
Because I am a genius person, I almost dragged my bed down into the cellar today. I'd been told that the delivery date for my new bed (OMG YAY, new bed soon!) was tomorrow - however, a quick inspection of my email revealed that, actually, my bed isn't arriving until the 4th of June. Hurrah for double checking! (Albeit after I actually stripped my bed and cleaned my room in preparation for the new bed. So smart.)

Speaking of general genius, today was my first exam. It went as these things tend to - I felt like I could have written a lot more than I did, much more coherently than I did, but I feel like the problem is more the format of the exam, than my own performance. Yes, I suppose I could have done more work, but on the other hand, I knew what I was talking about, and I knew how to get it across. Just not in the time alloted to me. So it goes, and I've resigned myself to the possibility of getting a 2.2 for the course. I'm still hoping for a 2.1, but I can accept a 2.2.

The important thing is that now I can forget all about the Restoration period, and instead turn my mind towards my twin loves of Renaissance history and Sir Thomas More. And possibly also to medieval literature and the madness of Margery Kempe, which is proving rather more entertaining than it probably should be.

As if to reward me for surviving my exams, two rather wonderful pieces of fic appeared today on [ profile] jpkieron; clearly someone somewhere loves me, because this is a fandom with notoriously bad writing in it. Blather about the fandom and glee about the source )

Unrelated to anything: I haven't been able to get We Rule the School out of my head for days now. I'm not sure what it is about it particularly that moves me so much, but I can't stop humming it over and over. In general, I'm obsessing over Belle and Sebastian - have been for the past three months, but it's flared up again quite dramatically during my revision and now the song is stuck in my head.

Some notes upon the watching of Eurovision )

Life, you guys. Life.
ink_splotch: (a happy ending i'll never have [us])
My real-life is something of a muddle. My father was in Leicester, Monday to Tuesday, and it was so nice to see him again, but now I miss him terribly, and I'm not going home until July; I was sent home from work yesterday after I had a minor collapse due to cramps, which did not exactly heighten my opinion of the day in general; and a couple of my housemates are in a mood with the rest of us, due to discussions of rooming arrangements next year. Not exactly the best start ever to a week, if I'm honest.

Apart from that, I have my last Critical Theory seminar on Friday, which means it'll be the last time I see my seminar tutor. Which makes me quite sad, since he's absolutely amazing (and so is CT, which is another reason for sadness.)

On the other hand, I have finished my Satire and Sense essay, and only need to edit (and possibly create a conclusion for) my Critical Theory essay, which is a very good thing; Gemma's been taking care of me, which has been, well, wonderful (I'm...kind of bad at dealing with people taking care of me - I feel obliged to help. However, Gemma got rather strict with me, so. Yes.); I'm beginning to think I may just be able to scrape by my exams. Also I've been reading Stephen Jay Gould's Life's Grandeur, which is amazing and beautiful and kind of makes me wish I were more of a scientist. Or smart enough to be able to use his theories in some way for my academic work (which remind me, I really, really need to start thinking seriously about my dissertation. And possibly considering re-reading Anansi Boys.)


Quite apart from everything else, I've got a craving for World Without End fic. Which disappointingly still doesn't exist. The book's been out for six months, people!Spoilers! )

Speaking of things related to the fandom life: Beat It. I love Patrick. Like, a lot. (His voice, you guys!)

Also, DADT, Damyata, Dayadhvam messed with me. I can't believe how short it is for something that packs such a powerful punch. It's an SG:A alternate universe, where Don't-Ask-Don't-Tell isn't just a law - it's a chip, implanted into everyone affiliated with the US military. It gets to me on a number of levels and some of them make me a little uncomfortable, but I recommend it whole-heartedly. It is amazing.
ink_splotch: (i play in a rock'n'roll band [estreet])
So tired.

Assorted Bruce Springsteen notes:

I realize I completely forgot to mention Devil's Arcade in my review of the concert, which is silly, because *damn*, that is Springsteen at it's most beautiful. and the weird thing is, I barely even liked the song before I heard it at the concert, but now - and I need to stress that Bruce didn't introduce it at all - now I understand it. It's beautiful; it's one of those songs that just sneaks up on you. If you want it, I've uploaded it: Devil's Arcade. It's really one of the most gorgeous songs of Springsteen's I've ever heard.

Also with regards to the concert, I met this awesome guy in the queue to the loos. First saw Springsteen in 1972 in Asbury, NJ, used to live in New York, but had lived in Finland for 25 years. What did we end up chatting about? English literature - he teaches it in Finland. Spent sometime discussing Shakespeare, but most of the time we spent talking about Beowulf. How randomly awesome is that?

Incidentally, I could totally write an essay about the portrayal of romantic friendship in the songs of Bruce Springsteen. This kind of worries me.

Completely unrelated to Springsteen:

I just bought The Sting. ♥♥ Just. Like. The eyefucking! It's like Ocean's Eleven, except somehow even gayer. I feel a rec post coming on.
ink_splotch: (take this moment [promised land])
Bruce Springsteen and the E-Street are legends. I can't even beign to explain how awesome - almost in the original sense of the word - yesterday's concert was. There's just something about the energy, like you haven't lived until you've shouted tramps like us at the top of your lungs and still been unable to distinguish your voice from the rest of the crowd. Just, the entire atmosphere of the place was amazing. Particularly during Radio Nowhere, Badlands, Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out (LOVE!), >The Promised Land (seriously, amazing.) and Born to Run. I got shivers during the River though - it was beautiful, so beautiful, and the crowd response - quietly, quietly singing along and swaying. The same for Magic where the chanting of 'This is what will be' sounded almost religious as the crowd took up the murmur. And Bruce's face, light up against the dark stage in both those songs was amazing - he just *looks* like the music. It's hard to explain, but it's incredible.

And speaking of religious, the opening of Livin' in the Future (which is an amazing number anyway, and my favourite off the new album), where Bruce listed all that he saw as wrong with America had the crowd yelling in agreement - I swear, I heard more than one Amen among the crowd, it was electric. I think we would've bought anything he told us. Same goes for American Land, the finalé which is basically an anthem of immigrants and a codemnation of US treatment of immigrants.

Also, Bruce Springsteen speaking Danish is ridiculously adorable.

And, finally, as their second number, they played No Surrender and Steven kissed Bruce. I. Err. That was pretty awesome, too.

The Set-List )
ink_splotch: (disappear to where you are [bff])
1. I dreamt last night that I was lying in Gemma's bed in her room last year, next to her. And we were watching the rain fall down, pattering against the window.

2. I'm kind of falling into Fall Out Boy fandom a little bit, except that's a lie. I like the music and I'm falling into Pete/Patrick. It's like there's a fandom-wide belief that Pete and Patrick just *are*. Like maybe they even transcend a pairing and you wouldn't be able to write Mikey/Pete without at least mentioning Patrick because that's just how it is with the two of them. I don't know if it's true or not, but I'm kind of enamored of the idea.

3. I bought Gemma flowers today because I was walking home and in a good mood.

4. I'm in a weird, happy mood and I desperately want to be on the S-train going into Copenhagen. These two things should contradict each other, but they don't. Instead I'm listening to oddly desperate, for lack of a better word, neo-romantic music and reading old letters and thinking about Christmas and renaissance literature (I really should be reading for it) and being happy.

5. I seem to have a gaggle of friends in the English department. I'm not sure where they came from, but now they're here and I'm liking it a lot. I actually feel that way about quite a lot of my life - like I looked up from my computer and there was this whole life that some other me created for me and I like it. I kind of love it.

6. QI continues to be the most amazing thing ever - it's all silly and rude and quaint and smart and it makes me feel nostalgic and oddly grown-up at the same time.
ink_splotch: (courtship rituals of geeks [library])
Dear Self,
One end does not necessarily indicated another. Please stop panicking about your relationship, as it could hardly *be* better under current circumstances.
Thank you kindly,
Your Self.

In other news, house! Very exciting, particularly now I've got my furniture sorted - a chest of drawers, a bookcase and a bedside table will be delivered to my house on Thursday. Granted, between 7.00 am and 1.00pm (WTF? I will not be up at 7.00, but they have my number and can call me, I guess), and flat-packed, so some assembley required, but still! Very exciting! Slightly less exciting is the fact that I won't have internet until the 18th. How am I to survive, I ask you? Particularly since university computers are ridiculously slow.

However, the woe that that might cause is negated by the fact that a) I might have a job at either Waterstones or the Disney Store and b) the two main roads near me have, at last count, seven used bookstores between them. And a library. Ahahahahaha, oh god, I am going to be so poor. I did managed to get all my Renaissance lit books for under 10 pounds, though, rather than spending 35 pounds on them, so in the end? I kind of win. A lot.

Also, dinner at Ros's tonight and then Gemma comes up for three days tomorrow. ♥! I am happy with life, I tell you.

(Other things I'm happy about, by the way: Radio Nowhere. Bruce Springsteen + The E-Street Band > everything)
ink_splotch: (wish i could be [longing])
I'm really supposed to be writing, even if it's just to make sure that I keep my discipline and so this day isn't a complete waste of time. Instead, I'm reading band!slash and listening to music and wondering if I'm having a teenage-revival. I was a teenager consistently for all of six months when I was 13, and maybe three months in America; the rest of the time, I've been an insecure 35-year-old, or five-year-old, depending on time and day. Except now I'm feeling like a teenager. And not a particularly old one, like maybe 15 or 16? Maybe it's just because I'm listening to Fall Out Boy (who are awesome, but also remind me of my 13/15-year-old self; this was not my most functional period, so why I like FOB so much is a little beyond me. Except for the aforementioned awesomeness, and also their songs titles.) And maybe because I'm re-reading Harry Potter and loving the teenage elements of it, where before I've always wanted the children's book side. And maybe because I'm writing again, which I haven't done in ages, and I'm writing like proper long original fic, which I haven't done since, uh, 16? (Wow, it's actually longer than I thought.)

Also, my posts are full of emo, and Gemma is accusing my music taste of being the same. And what better way to prove that I've rapidly descended into teendom?

I'm beginning to think Gemma is right and I think too much. I blame all the free time I have! And now, I am going to go finish this fic and then write my thousand words, dammit!

And also keep listening to Fall Out Boy, because, really - love.
ink_splotch: (soldiers of a different war [m/10])
Today I listened to live jazz. This was an amazing experience, not because the music was good (even though it was, it was very nice), but because it was completely out-of-the-blue. Gemma and I were rambling around the countryside (it is absolutely beautiful if you go a little east of university accomadation - all rolling fields of English countryside with quaint little churches and quite lovely houses) when we came upon a farmhouse pub. With jazz music. And really nice, cheap food, and homemade cider (mmm, cider) and did I mention the jazz music? I so rarely have truly out-of-the-blue experiences, so this was quite...extraordinary, I guess.

Last night Gemma and I had a serious conversation - our first serious relationship conversation. It went surprisingly well; we're both very non-confrontational, so having the conversation was a good step, I felt, and afterwards we were able to joke around and today feels *better* somehow - like we're stronger - so that's one worry off my shoulder. I'm still shocked at how easy all this with Gemma is - and how I'm not tired of her yet, or at least of being with her all the time. I usually don't deal well with constant companionship, but as long as I have an hour or two to myself once a day, I love it.

Tomorrow is the last exam for the physicists, so I'm out to dinner, which is worrying me more than it should - it's just that I'm finally going to meet all my housemates next year, and talk with them and I am sort of worried I won't get along with them. I don't need to be BFF with them, I just want them to like me, and I want to like them. I adore Cathrine, of course, and Tamsyn, Tom and Roisin are all awesome, so really there are only three people I'm worried about. I can handle that.

Finally, as my icons probably indicate, Doctor Who is taking up a lot of my fannish mentality, except instead of wanting fic, I'm craving meta and analysis and criticism and I'm blaming all this on the lack of university in my life right now.
ink_splotch: (once you've tasted love oh yeah [flirt])
I spent a goodly portion of today curled up in a hammock listening to Disney and reading Multiculturalism And the Mouse. I'm so cool, I should wear sunglasses when I sleep. (Incidentally, I also read the Tempest out there and fell asleep. Which really should just *add* to my cool cred.)

In other, equally cool, news, spent yesterday with Sofie, mostly, well. Perving on Take That really. Oh, Sofie subtly tried to avoid being forced to watch the DVD, but in the end she fell, and hard. We were maybe half-way into Once You've Tasted Love before she capitulated, due to my most excellent convincing, and also, possibly, Mark Owen's dimples. All in all, very successful. By the end, Sofie was commenting that Back for Good was totally about Robbie Williams, so I claim this one in the name of boybandness! (Also in the name of OT4-ness. Hee! Though I also have a newfound craving for Jason/Mark which I have NO IDEA where came from. Jesus. Shut UP, brain.)

We obviously also did other things, like talk (or rather, I giddied about Gemma and Sofie giggled at me) and watch Foyle's War (which is completely made from win and other good things, and also had Brutus from Rome in a small role.) and watch Linie Tre, during which Sofie made quite a few rather tragically bad comments, and I had to stare at her in horror a lot, which was fun. *grins*

Finally, how awesome is Mika? Very awesome. And also, Mark Owen's Pieces of Heaven is an incredibly gorgeous song. Buying the CDs was still stupid, but damn, they're good. Particularly Life in Cartoon Motion. Oh, man.

Oh, final thing: Man, season three of Who just continues to rock, doesn't it? *loves Martha so damn much* And Talullah is incredibly cute - even if I don't care about the Daleks as most Who fans seem to. But really, I'm still stuck fangirling Martha at the end of Gridlocked. I. Just. Yes! It's *exactly* what Ten needs in a companion. Someone will sit down and say, "I'm not buying it - tell me the truth." Oh, Martha, how are you so awesome?
ink_splotch: (you're such a big star to me [sweet])
Clearly I was accidentally POSESSED BY SOMETHING, or my mind seems to believe I'll be more inclined to revise with shiny new music to listen to. Or I just can't deal with the instant gratification of buying stuff on iTunes. No matter what, I just bought five cds.

I feel so ashamed. But, on the bright side, Mark Owen is a surprisingly good musician. Or maybe it's just that his voice is so lovely I don't actually care what he's singing.

Uhm. That might not be a good thing.

ANYWAY. Also, I feel the need to point out that Alphabeat are awesome and lovely and summery, and thus buying that CD is totally justifiable. And iTunes is like, crazy cheap. Which is why I keep going back to Apple, like the glutton for punishment I am.

I am blaming all this on hormones. And Gemma leaving. Thank god for seeing Sofie tomorrow, or I'd probably go a little around the bend.

Though I totally need to do a SummerMix or something. There's just so much happy-making summer music out right now, like Mika's Grace Kelly, or the afformentioned Alphabeats. Ee! Uhm, though, of course, I'll be doing revision mostly. No, really. I still need to read about 80 pages og history and re-read The Tempest, Titus Andronicus and Antony and Cleopatra. Which reminds me: [ profile] poisoninjest has a celebratory Shakespeare post up with assorted quotes. You should go read!


In slightly saner news: Fanmark: The Hallmark of Fandom. Literally *made* from awesome. I'm particularly fond of So Long, and Thanks for all the Fic and A Bundle Of Joy: So You've Got A New Fandom. Oh fandom. Don't ever change. *hugs like mad*
ink_splotch: (courtship rituals of geeks [library])
It is good to be home. Today was Easter Lunch, which went positively brilliantly compared to last time the family met up, and I got to hang out with my cousin, which was incredibly awesome - I'd forgotten how cool she is, and how funny. Yesterday I went to Copenhagen to buy a few odds and ends, and then spent the rest of the day at Signe's, playing Trivial Pursuit and watching a documentary about political scandals. And it was all awesome, and fun, and I enjoyed it, it felt good. But still, I can't help thinking about Gemma near constanly.

Further Babble on the Subject )

Enough of that melancholy and introspective, though! Because after we are really here to talk about Doctor Who, and Martha, and, of course, Shakespeare. [ profile] ariastar had a review up in her journal with all but forced me to download The Shakespeare Code and I am so glad I did. Who fandom, I'm back! Though mostly to say: GLEE!

Spoilers for S3E2 )

Final two things:
a)One of the good things about being a U2 fan is that you get to imagine conversations like this:
Cut for Banjos )
And thus, the world is blessed with this.

2) Why did no one tell me how awesome Take That's Shine music video is? FAIL! It's so cool. *glees* Mark Owen dancing on Gary Barlow's piano just amuses the hell out of me. It's just so STYLIZED. Oh, Take That. Don't ever stop.

Now I'm off to distract myself from missing Gemma with more Who. It won't work, but at least I'll be amused.
ink_splotch: (midnights and sunsets [measure a year])
Oh. My. God. Billy Joel has a new single out. And it's gorgeous.

I. Uh. Something's got to give. No one gets this damn lucky, right?
ink_splotch: (days of miracle and wonder [joy])
I'm kind of madly in love with this song right now: Countin' On a Miracle (Acoustic). It's just so harrowingly beautiful. I almost like it better than the CD version of it. Gah. I just love Springsteen, it still amazes me how much I love his music. And him - he really just hypnotizes you.

In other news, fandom continues to make me very sad that I've never been to camp. In the case it's Campfire Law, yet another SG:A AU, where, as you might have guessed, the cast are all at Camp Atlantis, as counselors, life guards and, you know, other personnel. I've mention how incredibly fond I am of Radek, right? He's awesome in this - and Rodney, of course, continues to make me love him more than should be right. And Sheppard is awesome and in character (I think?) and still manages to come over as a military prescence, and look, just go read? So much awesome!

Rodney covers his face with his hands, but allows John to drag him toward his cabin. "I hate kids," he mumbles. "I hate kids, and I hate camp, and I hate my parents for making me take this job. 'It'll look great on your college applications!' they said. 'Leadership skills!' they said. 'Working with children!' they said. I said, 'I'm already accepted to college! Astrophysicists don't need to know how to work with children!' But did they listen? No! I should've run away when I was nine."


"Along with being out of Coke, we're also out of wood," Beckett says. Zelenka squeaks and his hand flies up to his nose, and at first Rodney thinks that he actually did some damage, before he looks around the circle of fading firelight and sees that Carson and Ronon and John all have their forefingers pressed to the tips of their noses, too.

"What the --"

"Nose goes," John says.

Rodney looks down at his hand. "Nose -- oh, dammit." He rubs the back of his hand over his nose. "God. I hate you all so much right now that I can't even express it in words. I may have to sing. Or I wish that I knew, oh, ballet so that I could possibly communicate my hate to you through the medium of dance, because there are not words -- wait, no, I have words: poison ivy! Mosquitoes! Thorn bushes! Little pointy sticks that poke out from trees and --"

I need a Rodney icon. I need to get over my oral fixation. Seriously. I also need to stop eating sugary things, as it will mean no sleep at all tonight. Finally, I need to get over a few things. Poll tomorrow!
ink_splotch: (wish i could be [longing])
Well, I was in a good mood right up until I failed to fall asleep last night. And today's just gone from reasonably mundane to bad in a slow, gentle swerve.

In short, I am not down with life. I've been seesawing up and down emotionally since I got back to university, but my mind seems to have made a decision to stay on the negative curve today. Glorious. I hate Mondays.

My iPod is broken - it won't turn off, not even if I pause it and leave it, so I either need to get it to a repair shop (of which there are five in the entire United freakin' Kingdom) or restore to factory settings - definitely something I want to do. This is my shortest lived iPod yet, which is vaguely fucking impressive, considering the last one lasted four months. Seriously, what is with me and the damn things?

Then my seminar today...ugh. I'm so, so tired of having these stupid seminars where getting a discussion going is like pulling nails. Our teacher'll ask for an opinion, and everyone will sit and stare at their hands; I'll answer, or the teacher will ask someone for an answer, and then we start over. God. What are these people doing at university? They don't want to have an opinion, or speak in public, or write essays, or read these "boring" plays. Oh, and opposing another student's opinion? Terrible form. We're all just supposed to agree with each other, even though some of the opinions ventured have no logic to back them up and have nothing to do with the play, and I'm sick of it. Participate, dammit! We've yet to get through an entire play, just because people won't fucking talk. Ugh.

On the bright side, I've got Disney songs. This makes me happy. It also makes me want to write an essay about "growing up Disney", an analysis of the growing up that happens in the Disney Renaissance films, how growth is symbolized, etc. Disney, the outsider and the engagement situation. That sort of thing. And speaking of the Renaissance films, has anyone else noticed how radically different The Lion King is from the other films of the period? It's actually rather weird.

Also, apparently tonight I'm playing rugby. Which should be interesting. Until then, my headache and I are going to bed.
ink_splotch: (places i'll remember [soldier boys])
Aside: How awesome is the new Windows Explorer? TABS!

So. I have a handkissing thing. I think it's the whole eye-contact thing. It's hot, anyway.

All this brought on by the fact that I've been watching North and South in the mornings. Because cheesy, 80s historical epics turn me on - or if not that, they certainly get me out of bed some mornings. There is something inherently sad about getting out of bed to watch Patrick Swayze - though he is kind of adorable in the series.

Where I babble at length )

And now I want George/Orry fic where George tries to help Orry get over Madeliene. I am a bad, bad person.

Also, a person with bad taste. Whoo!

In other news, finally got a new winter coat today. Let me say, The Beatles are excellent for shopping with. It's impossible to get truly annoyed at anything, because your mind goes "Argh, things are never in my size, grumblegrumble, anorexia, grumblegrumble, self-confidence, Strawberry fields forever..." and then I cheer up and get over it. It's awesome. And it also means that I don't get annoyed at snipey clerks who'd rather talk to each other than let me pay and get on with my life. C'est la vie, I guess.

In fandom(ish) news, first couple of photos from The Other Boleyn Girl, which I am currently re-reading. It is a damn fine romance novel. I just kind of wish they'd cast English actors in this kind of thing. Like Miss Potter, or Becoming Jane.

Finally, have a song: While My Guitar Gently Weeps

I kind of heart George Harrison a lot.
ink_splotch: (little girl with modest dreams [gentle])
New computer! Hopefully it will at some point allow me to install iTunes and then it'll be perfect. Well. Almost. I also need to install my Gmail detector and MSN messenger and then I need some way of transferring files, but no big problem; I have a new computer!

I've named it Eleanor Rigby. I blame my dad. And possibly the Beatles. I've been listening to the Love album almost non-stop since yesterday and it's starting to inflitrate my brain. Dammit. Seven years of thinking the Beatles are overrated, and now I get converted? Not cool. (Though, seriously, I blame it all on George Harrison. I defy anyone to listen to Here Comes the Sun and not fall in love).

Speaking of not cool, came out to my uncle at yesterdays Christmas gathering. He had apparently missed the family clue bus, which had visited everyone else. It was slightly amusing to see his face though, and hear him stutter his apology for not noticing earlier.

And the dinner itself was very neat as well. My cousin and I are meeting up sometime next year in London, which should be quite cool.

I'm going to go off to try and get iTunes to work now. Not that it's likely.

ETA: Succes! iTunes and The Beatles copying in. Yeah!
ink_splotch: (giggling like a girl [eric idle])
What have I been doing today(1)? Why, I am so glad you asked! I have been reading [ profile] yuletide fic, hanging out on YouTube and listening to my lovely Christmas present music. And here I show you the fruits of all this: A Post in Three Acts.

Act I: Monty Python )

Act II: Yuletide )

Brief intermission: The Tudors Trailer -- I'm a bit...I don't know. I can't decide if I think this is going to be good, or not.

Act III: Music )

Thank you for tonight - we hope you've enjoyed the show!

(And now - to bed! To bed!)

(1) well. Today and the past few days. There are limits to the hours of the day)
ink_splotch: (you're an odd girl [Jane Eyre])
It would seem that I've been corrupted - or rather, it would seem that I have finally banished my obstinate 15-year-old self. I confess: I adore Jane Eyre and am hard pressed to put it down again. I started it last night after finishing Turn of the Screw - with which I was rather unimpressed, I'm saddened to admit; it worked on some levels as a ghost story, but felt rather...incomplete, perhaps? Though demon children are never amiss in a novel, to be sure - and, returning to the subject of Jane Eyre, I've been unable to stop thinking about it. How could I hate it? I recall thinking Jane sanctimonious and dull; why didn't I see that, far from that, she's complex and interesting and basically strong and good in an odd, but deep way. Jane is a deeply sympathetic character to me now; and the romance! How well buildt up it is! It seems obvious - Rochester always just on the brink of admitting his feelings, but holding back. I can't believe I thought the book dispassionate before - was I unable to read English? What kind of idiot was I when I was 15 (one wonders, one truly does, how I managed to ensnare Freya at the time).

This is not to say that the book is without fault. It's not; some of the passages are distinctly clumsy; and one cannot help but think about poor Bertha, but still. So romantic! So well-written (I swear, the langauge has me as ensnared as Jane herself)! I can't help feeling though, that I shouldn't find it as romantic as I do - it feels a bit too much like giving in - but I can't help it. It catches you and keeps you there, for the very first meeting on the moor, right up to when they confess their feelings. And yes, it's dramatic and perhaps overdone, but it just *waves hand incoherently* all the right spots. All the right spots.

(By the by, I am typing this while Jane and Rochester are still happy in their ignorance of Mason's return to England - I'm almost loathe to pick up and start reading again - I want Jane to be happy! But I know I must, because the ending - oh, the ending! also, the matter of having a seminar on the subject on Thursday. But mostly because of the ending)


Forgive the inelegant segue, but I wanted to post these while the internet is inclined to cooperate, so here we go.

It is sad to note that I can go into sex shops with narry a blush; I can request NC-17 movies without averting my eyes; I can discuss fic and kinks with Sofie in public without much embaressment and yet, when I have to venture into an HMV to buy a Michael Ball CD, I'm half tempted to pay someone to do it for me. But he's cheesy. And he was in Eurovision, dammit. And I shouldn't even like him as Marius, because he's oddly pompous, but he's also sweet and dorky and he blushes when Grantaire flirts with him and I own my shame, okay?

It helps that his version of Tell Me on a Sunday makes me wonderfully pensive and his version of Show Me never ceases to be hilarious (this is possibly mostly because I imagine him doing all of Audrey Hepburn's movements at the same time, and that's just funny). But I also kind of like those two (and Losing My Mind, which is totally the reason I bought the CD in the first place) because they're female songs. Or, rather, they're meant to be sung by women in their respective musicals and somehow them being sung by a man seems - well, not subversive, but pleasing, on some level. Hah! Not only women pine for calm and peaceful break-ups. Or something; I don't know exactly why, but it just pleases me. And now I shall stop babbling and present you with:

Music! )

And now I'll return to Jane. Or possibly bed.

1 I know it's not fact, but the thought makes me happy! Leave me alone!
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Yay for BAFTAS! And even more hurrah for Stephen Fry! What has he done with hia hair? But still, *pokes* very cute. And these metaphors are wonderfully silly. I adore him so much. And oh! So many pretty, awesome people. And Jake speaking about Heath and Michelle! D'aww, I fucking love awards season.

And have I mentioned that Capote looks fucking awesome? And that I really love Good Night, and Good Luck?

Stephen mentioned Denmark! Huzzah for shout-outs!

Anyway, I didn't tell, so to speak, but I've been in England this past week, so if something crucial has happened, comments are welcome. The week was very good, particularly, of course, seeing Freya again. And I have a song for you, since I've been listening to the Billy Elliot OCR, and in particular this song: Expressing Yourself (this and Letter and Reprise, but they make me cry like a little girl, while this just lift me up and makes me giggle)

So, I'm back, and I hope you all had just as nice weeks as I had. Am now going to fuck off and watch the BAFTAS in earnest. GLEE!


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