Find the Fiction...

And so

2009-10-03T09:55:34Z

There are new fandoms that I want to write for, but I am such a fandom tourist right now that I just can't decide. Among them are:

Criminal Minds

Glee

Suspectes

GI Joe (as horrible as the film was, I loved Breaker as a character)

I think that the only fandom that I probably could write for (considering the type of writer that I am) is probably "Criminal Minds." However, the only character that moves me is Hotch... and I am afraid to write his PTSD after the events in S05E01. I also can't stand to ship him with anyone which would make my stuff even less read than it is right now.

I'd write for "Suspectes," but while I can still read and understand French (for the most part), I cannot write in it.

That leaves GI Joe and Glee. My favorite character in GI Joe is everyone's least favorite "good guy" character. (That and the film version of the character has very little canonical backstory to work with.) And I don't want to write high school for Glee.

Icons: David Strathairn, Emily Browning, and Shia LaBeouf

2009-07-24T22:51:29Z

Icons:
- The Uninvited: Emily Browning and David Strathairn; First 15 minutes of film.
- Eagle Eye: Shia LaBeouf; Toward the end of the film.


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(Out-maneuvered and out-classed...)

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I've Decided To Watch The Final Finale

2009-07-23T22:03:57Z

...Of Robin Hood.

Okay, maybe just the last 20 minutes. I know I'm probably going to regret this. But I'm told that Lucy Griffiths makes an appearance, so it might be worth it to see her for a few moments.

... And I've come upon the scene where all the misbegotten sons of the philandering Lord Locksley fight against the Sheriff and their sister (?).

Oh Christ. I'm already regretting this. I like Tuck, though.

And obligatory evacuation. Kate and Archer, WTF?

Why is Robin taking his sweet time to die? I like Jonas Armstrong extremely, but I can't watch him die for the next ten minutes.

Lovely explosion.

Though, why is Robin walking amongst the outlaws? Oh, snap. Goodbyes.

Why am I crying? This show has been bastardized so badly in its last season... and yet, the emotion is ringing true. Whatever else I can say about this show, it was a wild ride when it was at its best. I'll miss the characters. Oh, why hasn't he died yet?

OOOOH! Lucy looks so pretty! And it's such a lovely dress! Aw, they're so cute. I miss them! Such a lovely image to be ruined by such a sad death-slump. Whatever. I hope Lucy and Jonas get to work together again. They're lovely.

And I'm over this show... really, now. (I should go back to making icons of "The Uninvited" now.)

Icons: Glee

2009-05-25T07:01:12Z

Glee Pilot


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(Don't stop believing...)

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Icons: Star Trek 2009

2009-05-21T15:33:34Z

Mostly McCoy and Sulu.


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(To boldly go...)

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Enjoy.

Icons: Rahm Emanuel & EWP

2009-05-13T00:33:39Z

First Chart 01-09: Rahm Emanuel
Second Chart 01-07: EWP's "Last Five Years" (Michael K. Lee & Jennifer C. Paz)
Second Chart 08-11: EWP's "Marry Me a Little" (Mike Dalager & Jennifer Hubilla)


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(I have a singular sensation things are moving too fast)

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Icons: Rahm Emanuel

2009-01-20T01:47:28Z


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(All right. I love you. Bye.)

Also, feel free to comment with statements of excitement about tomorrow @ mag_akala.

Plot Bunnies continue to bite...

2009-01-11T21:39:59Z

Every time I read "Sense and Sensibility" and Brandon gives an oral account of his personal history, I stop at the same line and my imagination runs away with me.

When Colonel Brandon says of his brother, "His pleasures were not what they ought to have been," I find it suggestive of his older brother being gay.

And I find that I want to write fic that revolves around the dissolution of Eliza's marriage to the elder brother of the Brandon family.

But, alas, I have other projects to write about.

Oh My... It's Rahm Emanuel and Bradley Whitford

2009-01-11T16:58:53Z

Oh god. I think the universe wants me to write fanfic of "The West Wing." It was bad enough when I was inspired to write the politics & dance crack. (Backflip, FTW!!!!!) I will just have to sit down, block out thoughts of real or TV-drama politics and tell myself to write "Psych" fic.

Torn Curtain: Part 70

2009-01-08T04:23:40Z

Part 70: Eavesdropping Is Contagious

“I do not judge,” she heard the strange man say. “But surely, Samuel, you must be aware that your father---”

“John,” Samuel said, holding his hand up to halt conversation. “My father wishes for me to remain at the service of my uncle. He has not shared any other plans with me.”

“All that your father speaks of is your return to Harvard,” the strange man said. “And that he is said to encourage a match between yourself and Miss Hannah Hill.”

“John, I took you for a shipping merchant and not matronly gossip,” Marianne heard Samuel say with a chuckle. “I shall remain on this island for quite some time, I assure you.”

“And your friendship with The Widow Fletchley? Will it turn into a courtship?”

“What has caused your sudden taste for gossip?” Samuel asked, his tone of admonishment hard to ignore. “I hardly recognize you.”

Marianne peered through the crack in the doorway to see what strange man looked like. The man's face was gaunt and worry seemed to be permanently fixed there.

“I ask because I am curious,” the strange man said, smiling. The expression did not improve his face.

“Eavesdropping, Marianne?” a familiar voice whispered into her hear, causing an equally familiar and pleasant shiver to move down her spine.

She turned to find her Captain smiling so smugly that she felt the urge to nudge him in the ribs. She refrained, however, and lifted her index finger to her lips.

“Do you plague Adams with your curiosity?” Samuel asked his friend.

Samuel's friend put his hands up to signify his surrender, then he spoke again.

“As I am not permitted to ask about Mrs. Fletchley, there is one other thing I would like to ask,” he said. “You are well acquainted with the Kensington family. What can you tell me about the girls?”

“Tread carefully there, John,” Samuel said, poking his friend's shoulder. “If I were you, I would not even let a passing interest of Miss Marianne form. Not only has she a father with a handle, but she also has ardent suitors--- one of whom, you wouldn't care to make your rival.”

“That much is certain,” Marianne heard her Captain muttering. She was unable to repress a grin in reaction to the sudden change in his mood.

“Clearly,” the man answered Samuel with a chuckle. “What you state is self-evident. Anyone with eyes can see that she and Captain Gillette are enjoying their courtship of one another. My interest lies with the Kensington girl with the dark hair. Martha, I believe, was her name.”

“That would be Miss Margaret, and you'll have as much luck there as you would with Miss Marianne.”

“She is not spoken for, surely!”

Marianne was about to turn to ask her Captain to stop shifting his weight, but before she could, he was moving past her and through the door. She moved slightly backwards to remain unseen.

“There are rumors of such, Mr. Hancock,” her Captain said upon entrance into the room. “However, that will not be what hinders any effort of yours... Gentlemen, please, keep your seats.”

“John, you remember Captain Gillette?”

“Yes,” Mr. Hancock answered. “Captain, a pleasure to meet you, once again. Pray, continue with your advice.”

“Certainly, Mr. Hancock,” he said. “As I was saying, the biggest obstacle you must overcome if you intend to woo the young Miss Margaret will be her mother.”

“A rather insurmountable obstacle, indeed,” Mr. Hancock said, shaking his head.

“Greater men than you have been quite intimidated,” Samuel said, laughing.

“Indeed, they have,” she heard her Captain say. “But those men were, eventually, able to rally their courage.”

Marianne felt a tapping at her shoulder. She turned to find Elizabeth shaking her head at her.

“I believe that I have had a very bad influence on you, Marianne,” she whispered, continuing to shake her head.

“This is a new realization?” Marianne hissed.

“Nevermind that. Shall we go through?”

Author's Note:

Setting up three things---

What happens to Cpt. Andrew Gillette and Miss Marianne Kensington--- how their life together starts, etc.

Teasing out the other Kensington/Navyboy infatuation...

The epic significance that the Torn Curtain universe could have had (if it really existed) on the friendships between The Sons of Liberty and The Loyalists... (which really is a whole other epic in that's been rolling around in my head for a couple of years, but I still have to highlight how it started here in the TC universe)

A few of things that I know for certain:

Clearly, I am a dork.

Torn Curtain, as a story WILL have an ending.

Torn Curtain, the universe, will continue... because I feel the need to excersize my writing muscles with characters I am familiar with... and I've been intimate with these characters for five years now.

I need to, and will, work on pieces for other fandoms.

Torn Curtain Part 69

2008-12-29T03:57:41Z

Part 69: Miss Margaret and The Captain

“My dear, it is done,” Margaret heard her father say to her mother. “I expect that my brother shall arrive in a fortnight with his family.”

“I do not know why you asked him to come,” her mother said.

“Dearest, the boy has been elevated in rank,” her father responded. “He will be wanting to declare himself with regard to Marianne. Is it not right that he should speak to the girl’s father?”

“What is a sea captain to a daughter of a baronet?” her mother asked her father viciously. “Your brother charged us with protecting his daughter from worthless young men.”

“The boy is not worthless,” Margaret heard her father say quietly. “No man who gained rank as an officer under James Norrington could be deemed as such. And you forget, my dear, that his father is in possession of a handle.”

“Who is the boy’s father, pray?”

“The Lord Alfred.”

“What is the son of a baron doing in The King’s Navy?”

“He is the youngest. I imagine he’s trying to distinguish himself on his own merit,” he answered. Margaret thought that she heard a hint of admiration in her father’s voice.

“’Tis no wonder you like him!” her mother exclaimed. “You see yourself in him. Well, I shall hold my tongue on the matter from this moment on if you feel this strongly about the boy.”

Margaret quietly crept backwards through the hallway, made her way through the kitchen, and slipped through the door into the backyard. She suddenly found it difficult to breathe. It was going to happen. Even her parents thought of it as a certainty. Her intimidating uncle was arriving within the fortnight. Marianne was to marry Captain Gillette, and Margaret would be left alone. She had grown accustomed to the sisterly attentions that Marianne had given her since her arrival. When she married the Captain, things would change. Margaret was not ready to go back to the lonely existence that she had before Marianne came into her life. As she left the garden and made her way toward the beach, she blinked back a few tears. She was being ridiculous. It was a wonderful thing that the Captain would want to marry her cousin. Marianne deserved every possible happiness.

“It is such a pleasant day to be looking so forlorn,” she heard a man’s voice say from beside her.

She looked to her left to find the Captain, himself, walking beside her.

“You are going to ask Marianne to marry you,” Margaret said without thinking.

“Yes,” the Captain said, looking surprised. “Do you disapprove?”

“Not at all,” she said, shocked by her own frankness. “Captain, please forgive my impertinence. I am, of course, very pleased that you mean to marry my cousin. You caught me as I was lost in thought, and I was distracted.”

“Anything that troubles you?” he asked.

“Sometimes, I wish that I was a boy,” she said, shocking herself further. She had no idea where that thought had come from and even less of an idea as to why the thought came tumbling out of her mouth.

“My sister Emma often said that,” the Captain said, chuckling. “She always said that we men could make things happen and that she was forever having to wait.”

“Was she waiting for anything particularly?”

“My brother and I, mostly,” he said, smiling. “Are you waiting for anything in particular, Miss Margaret?”

“I wait for nothing aside from my uncle,” she answered. “My father says he is to arrive within a fortnight. I imagine that Marianne's sisters will be with him.”

“Sir Robert is to arrive soon?” the Captain asked, looking panicked.

“Your worry is unnecessary, Captain,” she said. “My father has the highest opinion of you, and I am certain he has shared his high opinion of you to my uncle.”

“It is your mother's judgment and influence which I am fearful of,” he said, flatly.

“You need not worry on that score, either,” she told him. “My mother knows how much my father respects you and has promised to hold her tongue when Marianne's family arrives.”

“Why do you tell me this?”

“To aide in my cousin's future happiness, Captain.”

“Thank you, Miss Margaret,” he said. “And may I be so bold as to offer some advice?”

“Certainly, Captain,” she answered, curious to know what he would say.

“Your friendship with Lieutenant Groves...” he started to say, but faltered. Then he cleared his throat and continued, “There is a change in him, and I believe that it is for the better. I also believe that it is your friendship that has contributed to this change. I would just like to ask that your friendship with him continue, despite the rumors of his past actions that might reach your ears.”

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2008-10-27T06:53:28Z


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(Crime of passion? Crime of patience.)

Torn Curtain Pt 68

2008-10-24T16:13:34Z

Part 68: Strength of Composure

She came upon him sitting on the high wall of the fort's parapet. She was told that it was from this wall that Elizabeth had fallen all those years ago. It was no wonder. The winds were high, and there was a portion of the landing that was unprotected, probably left to accommodate a canon. She followed the lieutenant's gaze to a strip of sand where a raven-haired young woman was twirling in the wind.

“You expose your feelings, Lieutenant,” Magpie said, amused. “You are not as transparent as your absent friends, but anyone who takes care to look can see that you are besotted.”

“Gillette wears his heart on his sleeve because it is in his nature,” Groves said, continuing to stare at the girl. “And Norrington does it because, after years of struggle, his strength of composure wore thin. He fell in love with his wife when she first reached her maidenhood and it was a very long time before he could show his regard.”

“Do you envy his restraint, Theodore?” Magpie asked, lightly touching his elbow.

“Sometimes, Mags, I do,” he answered, finally turning to face her. “But there are other times when I wish that I could allow myself to act every bit the besotted fool that Gillette does over Miss Marianne.”

“Why do you feel the need to show restraint?” she asked. “It is very unlike you.”

“Where Miss Margaret is concerned, it is quite necessary that I do. She has an aunt who is a Countess, an uncle who is a Baronet, and her father himself has been knighted. She deserves to return to England to find a man who has ambitions beyond a captaincy.”

“You are speaking to the daughter of an Earl, sir,” Magpie said, pursing her lips. “And you, yourself, are the son of a Baronet. Why do you find your own lack of title to be an impediment?”

“That is not the only thing, Mags,” he said, quietly. “You know my history. Were it known to her, she would be repulsed.”

“You make too much of it, Theodore,” she told him, shaking her head.

“Perhaps, were I a better man now, that would be true. And maybe, someday, I can be a man that would be well within his rights to court her.”

“But, by then, you may have rivals.”

“And that may be all the better for her.”

Suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, Magpie noticed something in the distance. She turned, and squinted. She wasn't sure what she was looking at. They were probably birds on the water, but something told me that the white things moving across the water at a distance signified something else entirely.

“Theo, give me your spyglass.”

She took it as soon as he held it out to her. Pointing it in the direction she had just been looking, she scanned the water with its help. It was as she suspected. There were three ships in the distance that looked to be traveling toward the island.

“What is it, Mags?”

“Ships.”

She handed the glass back to him, and watched as he scanned the water for himself.

“The Dauntless, The Dragonfly and The Discovery are coming into port,” he said. “Norrington and Gillette have returned.”

Torn Curtain Pt. 67

2008-10-24T16:10:13Z

Part 67: Moment of Mirth

Elizabeth’s restless fidgeting made Marianne’s task difficult. At this rate, she would not finish the portrait in time for the Commodore’s return. She understood Elizabeth’s anxiety. It could not be easy for Elizabeth to watch her husband sail away from her. She knew that if Elizabeth had not been carrying a child, she would have insisted upon sailing for Nova Scotia with her husband.

Shortly after sending Captain Gillette to sail for Nova Scotia, Commodore Norrington received his orders to join Admiral Boscawen. Both the Commodore and the Captain were sailing in action against the French at Louisbourg, Nova Scotia, and both men had been absent for nearly three months.

“Miss Marianne,” Thornton said from the doorway. “Lieutenant Groves is here to see you.”

It had become habit for Elizabeth to rise and pace nervously whenever an officer's presence was announced. This practice of her friend's did nothing to calm Marianne's nerves, and knowing that Groves was the close confidante of her Captain only made more acute the discomfort that settled within her stomach.

Groves entered moments later wearing a grim expression. At the sight of it, a pressure squeezed upon her chest, making it hard for her to breathe.

“Lieutenant!” Elizabeth exclaimed from behind her. “What news have you of my husband?”

Marianne watched as the Lieutenant relaxed his stance and smiled slightly. She breathed a sigh of relief, but had she imagined his unease moments before?

“Good news, Mrs. Norrington,” he said. “The Commodore is to return to you very soon, and Captain Gillette with him, Miss Marianne.”

“Good news, indeed!” Elizabeth exclaimed, taking Marianne's arm. Then she whispered to her, “And perhaps, upon their return, the Captain might speak.”

Marianne tried to suppress a hopeful smile, but found that she could not. She turned to the Lieutenant, intending to thank him for bringing such good news, but saw that he was, once again, shifting his weight uncomfortably.

“Lieutenant, why do you look so uneasy?”

“Miss Marianne,” he said, “There is a matter of some delicacy that I wish to speak to you about. The short of it is that Miss Margaret is at Fort Charles awaiting a fresh change of clothing, as she is in no state to travel the streets of Port Royal.”

“Lieutenant Groves, I demand to know why Miss Marianne's cousin is in need of clean clothing.”

“Ma'am, there was first an incident where the rising tide caught her unawares, which did not bother her very much, and I would have escorted her home if that were all,” he said. “However, there was an unfortunate encounter with the butcher's scrap-bucket.”

“How on earth...?” Elizabeth stammered.

Marianne was confused. Margaret was not prone to clumsiness, and the butcher would have no cause to purposely soil her clothing. There was a slight worry that was beginning to form at the back of her mind that this had something to do with one Miss Carmichael.

“Lieutenant, how did this happen?” Marianne asked.

“The fault was mine, Miss Marianne,” Lieutenant Groves said. “It seems that the sling holding my arm is a danger to those around me. It caused me to knock over the bucket, pouring the contents onto Miss Margaret.”

Marianne forced herself to hold back the mirthful laughter that was threatening to explode from her lips. But, as she heard Elizabeth's extremely unladylike guffaws, she let loose her giggles.

“Lieutenant, I would be happy to accompany you to the fort so that we might spare Margaret the embarrassment of traipsing through town covered in entrails.”

As she took the arm of Lieutenant Groves, Elizabeth held up her hand to catch her attention.

“Marianne, please remind me to thank Margaret for the first moment of mirth that I've had since my husband's departure.

Torn Curtain Pt 66

2008-10-12T02:31:04Z

Part 66: The Tide Is High

“Throwing things into the water will not solve your problem, Miss Margaret.”

“Then what do you suggest, Lieutenant?” she asked him, continuing to throw stones into the bay. “Shall I set things aflame?”

Margaret stiffened as Lieutenant Groves seated himself beside her on the large boulder in the sand. Of late, whenever she found herself near the officer, an odd discomfort made it difficult for her to breathe. She did not know why she felt so, as he was always kind. But there was always something in his gaze that made her uncertain of what he was thinking. Sometimes, she found his kindness to be very unexpected.

“Tell me what it is that causes you such agitation.”

Margaret sat silently, continuing to throw stones at the waves. There were so many things that weighed upon her. Marianne was forever worrying over her Captain. Mrs. Norrington was always with her, also worrying about her husband who had also sailed to Canada to fight against the French in addition to the unborn child she carried.

Margaret mused that Lieutenant Groves might also have gone were it not for an injury to his arm that he sustained in action against a pirate attack against the ship of Mr. Quincy's friend, Mr. Hancock. In considering the thought of his leaving, she found herself relieved that he had stayed. Despite the current awkwardness that now disturbed their tentative friendship, she knew that she would have missed his gift for humorous conversation.

“Marianne worries, and I fear for her health,” Margaret said, finally. “Her parents sent her to us because of her health.”

“I have heard an account of it from Mrs. Norrington,” the Lieutenant said with a nod. “I have also heard from one of my superior officers that the Commodore and Gillette are soon to return--- the battle having been won.”

“Oh,” Margaret said, looking up at him in surprise. “Have you conveyed the news to Marianne and Mrs. Norrington?”

“No,” he quietly answered. “I have only just heard.”

Margaret felt her shoulders stiffen once again. There was something in his tone that confused her. She was grateful for his kindness, of course, but while it was pleasant, there was something about it that unsettled her. In addition, he was looking upon her curiously. He was, no doubt, wondering why it was that he had entered into a strange friendship with such a childish girl. She certainly felt childish at the moment.

“Margaret,” he said tentatively, “What else is bothering you?”

She sat silently, thinking of what to say. She could not tell him that she was affected by the change in their friendship. Her confusion over the subject of their friendship was something that she, at all costs, would prevent him from seeing. She could not tell him that she, at one point, had harbored such silly hopes, nor could she tell him that she worried very much that he still thought her a child. He would want to know why, and she would never expose herself to such humiliation.

“I should not press you to tell me,” he said after they sat silently for a few moments. “However, it seems that you have other worries weighing upon your mind. I have confided in you, and found it to be very helpful, and I wish to be of service to you now.”

Suddenly, a gust of wind tugged the hat that she was wearing from her head and blew it onto the sand, near the waves. She took the opportunity to abandon the path the conversation had taken and chased after her hat.

“Miss Margaret!” the Lieutenant called after her. “The tide is high!”

She caught her hat, but as soon as she heard his call, she felt the wave crash upon her back. It was followed by a larger wave which left water to her shoulder blade. As the waters receded, she felt the tug of the undercurrent, and she struggled against it. By the time the wave had left the beach, Lieutenant Groves was beside her and had grabbed her by the waist. He then proceeded to rush her to the top of the sand dunes before the tide could come in again.

“Thank you, Lieutenant,” Margaret said, shivering. “You must think me very foolish for chasing after such a frivolous thing.”

“Not at all,” he said. “But Margaret, I hope that you will find you can confide in me with more ease someday.”

Authors Note

Why do I keep exploring the secondary relationships in this fic? It does build to a conclusion, I know it does, but I am a little frustrated that I don't have the time to finish this faster.

Feedback and concrit welcome as always...

Review: Sense and Sensibility 2008

2008-09-18T22:37:37Z

I finally got around to watching the 2008 Edition of "Sense and Sensibility." I had avoided it because I had heard, in advance, that the piece was going to open with a sex scene wherein Dominic Cooper sounds like a bit of a creepy pedophile. And he did with his "And you're NOT a little girl anymore, are you?" After hearing that when I videotaped it, I promptly ejected it from my vcr and forgot about it until two days ago.

After getting through that invented scene, I did watch the rest of it, complete with more of Andrew Davies other imaginary scenes without wanting to harm Mr. Davies too badly. Though, someone should really tell that man that Jane Austen got it right the first time. But, I do have to say, I did appreciate that Colonel Brandon had more to do--- but I'll address all of that by and by. (Warning: I cannot be held responsible for the incomprehensibility that might arise in relation to appreciation of Mr. Morrissey's Brandon.)

My verdict on the work as a whole: Not as bad as I expected it to be.

I enjoyed that this film included plot points in the book that the 1995 film, due to time constraints, did not have the chance to address. At the top of that list was the scene where Willoughby comes to Cleveland during Marianne's illness. It gives the story a certain sense of satisfaction when Willoughby is told by Elinor, "Go tell it to someone who cares because my sister and I certainly do not." I also, despite myself, enjoyed the presence of the duel and Mrs. Jennings was also wonderful.

However, I found most of the production to be pretty lacklustre. Not bad, but certainly no comparison to the superior version that came before it in 1995. Emma Thompson's script was far superior to Andrew Davies'. Also, while Hattie Morahan and Charity Wakefield were more age-appropriate to the characters and did lovely jobs in their roles as Elinor and Marianne, Emma Thompson and Kate Winslet were much more memorable. I would even go so far as to say that Kate Winslet IS Marianne, and, while Ms. Wakefield did a good job of it, she was merely acting like Marianne.

None of this was the case with David Morrissey, however. David Morrissey's Colonel Brandon was the only thing about this adaptation that was superior to the 1995 edition. He breathed life into the hero in such a way that neither Alan Rickman or the guy in the 1980's edition could. In reading the novel, I always thought of Col. Brandon as a man of action. He'd served in the military. He searched far and wide for his first true love... and then adopted her daughter when as she lay dying. He was not a figure that I thought should be chewing scenery--- which is what happened in the two previous adaptations. Even without the added scenes, Morrissey brought to his performance a very pressing sense of action. He played Brandon as sexy when he was around Marianne, and when he was around Willoughby you got the sense that he could break the bastard merely by flexing his aura of hotness. Anger, resignation, love, sympathy, interest and enjoyment were visible on his face whereas Rickman played Brandon as a manic depressive. It also helps that Morrissey just moves so well. He may not be what my peers think "cute" or "handsome" but he is really in command of power-stances, decisive movements, and (for lack of a better word) yummmmmmmm.

I still think that the 2007 "Persuasion" was my favorite of the slew of Austen adaptations that have been inundating the public over the past couple of years with "Northanger Abbey" coming in a close second, and David Morrissey's Colonel Brandon gets an extremely honorable mention all on his own.

I also think that I now have two things to look forward to in "U Be Dead"--- Lucy Griffiths and David Morrissey.

Fic Musings and Television

2008-09-16T02:05:26Z

I do believe that ITV is reading my mind and mining it for material. However, it is more likely that it is a coincidence.

I was pondering more Torn Curtain universe scenarios over the past two weeks, and came up with the beginnings of an Andrew/Marianne fic, and it seems that it is remarkably like a scene out of the television show "Lost in Austen." (The Darcy/Amanda dancing scene.)

I suppose I should take it as a sign that I should concentrate on either finishing my Psych flashfics or getting around to the CSI: NY fics I've been telling myself that I wanted to do. Meanwhile, I am, once again, running out of free time since classes start in 10 days. (Ironically, with school, I am more busy than I was when I held my last two jobs.)

Sadness: Psych on Break

2008-09-15T03:08:22Z

Psych is on hiatus until the Christmas special. I am going to console myself by using my week off until grad seminars start again to write some fic. In the meantime, I will content myself with a gratuitous picture posting of Detective Lassiter.

Why do I love this character?

Here Comes Merlin

2008-09-11T20:06:38Z

Watch out internet, I think I've found a new fandom:

This one, unlike Twilight, I think I'm going to take seriously. I cannot overemphasize how happy I am that Merlin has been created. After the Robin Hood series has become dead to me over the demise of my favorite character in the legend, I need something to fill the void left in my broken BBC-loving heart.

I hope this is it.

Sparkledammerung-Addicts Anonymous

2008-09-05T20:39:10Z

Hi, my name is sprkysage.

Chorus: Hi, sprkysage!!!!

And I'm addicted to the most wretchedly wankable fandom on earth. *cough* Twilight *cough* I just cannot tear myself away from the LULZ. I cannot stop mocking the canon. And I cannot stop reading all the wank.

Torn Curtain Pt 65

2008-08-17T22:35:31Z

Part 65: Let Me Explain

“Dearest,” her husband said, softly. “Please let me explain.”

“You cannot mean it!” Elizabeth said, nearly shouting. “Poor Marianne! I cannot believe that you would send Captain Gillette into such danger! You cannot send him to lead marines to Nova Scotia against the French!”

She knew that she was being unreasonable, and she was grateful that her husband, unlike many men of his station, conversed with her about the work that he did. She knew that her opinions with regard to his decisions carried much weight with him, and she loved him for it. And, as she remembered how her first husband had never bothered to ask her opinion in anything, she lowered her voice. It would not do for James to tire of hearing her voice simply because she could not use it at a reasonable volume and pitch.

“I understand that he is your most capable man, but can you not send another?”

“Elizabeth…”

She could hear the pleading in his voice.

“Can you not wait until he and Marianne have reached an understanding?”

“Dearest,” her husband said, quietly. “Gillette will not speak unless I send him to Whitmore’s fleet.”

“I do not understand.”

“He will not speak until he has acquired a fortune with which to support Miss Marianne,” James said, sighing. “We build our fortunes in war… in battle.”

Elizabeth opened her mouth to speak. It was right that Captain Gillette should go. He was certainly capable in battle. She, herself, had seen him stand beside James against an almost unbeatable enemy and live to tell about it. Furthermore, if standing in action against the French would enable him to marry the woman who had become her dearest friend, it was what he should do. She was about to acknowledge all of this when she noticed that her husband was nervously fingering his compass. There was something that James had failed to tell her.

“James,” she said very quietly. “What is it that you have not told me?”

“I was going to ask that of you,” he said, his voice wavering. “I overheard Miss Marianne speaking with Mrs. Fletchley. Elizabeth, why have you not told me that you have been feeling unwell?”

“James, I assure you that I have been feeling perfectly sound!”

“Then, why has Miss Marianne found you wretching every time she calls?”

Elizabeth felt her eyes widen, and she was unable to keep her hands from moving to her stomach. She nervously swallowed. She had hoped that she could have told her husband her news in a moment more ideal. However, she knew that James would continue to press her, and Elizabeth had no interest in being the subject of her husband’s worried interrogation.

“It is because of the baby.”

She watched as the expression on her husband’s face change from worry to surprise. Unable to ascertain whether or not he was happy to know that she was carrying his child, she suddenly found it hard to breathe. Her vision was starting to blur from the tears that were welling up in her eyes.

“Baby?”

“Yes, James,” she said.

She was unable to keep her voice from cracking. His face was still frozen in shock, and she wanted to cry.

“A baby,” he repeated again, staring at her stomach.

It happened then. He lifted his eyes to hers and smiled. She wiped the wetness from her eyes and started to laugh. She continued to giggle as he dropped to his knees at her feet and touched her stomach.

“I hope that this baby laughs like you,” he said, looking up with a dazzling smile.

To herself, Elizabeth thought, And I hope he has a smile like yours.

Author's Note:

Nine months since the last installment... A long time for me to ask people to wait and still care about the story. I could have had a baby of my own in that time. (Thankfully, I did not. I don't make enough money to support one.)

Seeing as James has just sent Gillette off to fight in Nova Scotia during the Seven Years War, these should come a little faster. (I have no intention of writing about the war though, be forewarned.)

And the Obsession with Snark Continues...

2008-08-08T22:54:31Z

Breaking Dawn Spoofage

2008-08-08T22:44:06Z

It has been a good many years since I have been a fan of cleolinda. When she joined the church of Shiteley (commonly referred to by my altar-ego as The Jaw), I excused myself from her fandom.

But her spoofage on the Twilight series has temporarily brought me back into the fold.

http://cleolinda.livejournal.com/630150.html

Gimme some "Breaking Dawn" Icons

2008-08-03T23:46:23Z

It's official... I now want cracktastic icons depicting the hilariousness of "Breaking Dawn."

Quick note: I am a fan of Stephenie Meyer and the series--- but I suspect that many of the other fans will believe that my reasons for loving the books are *wrong.* Though, to quote a cliche, if this is wrong, I don't want to be right.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I want to write something cracktastic now.

Fannish Ramblings of a Self-Confessed Soap Addict

2008-06-24T14:40:14Z

I am in love with my soaps again... And it's not fair.

Even though the quality of the writing is severely inconsistent, it remains addictive. On Days, the Lucas/Sami/EJ triangle drew me in and I find myself wanting to keep up with it even though Sami's dialogue has deteriorated over the past few weeks.

And who was the evil genius who thought up the brilliant plan to bring Jake Martin back to "All My Children"? Was it the same evil genius that decided to cast Ricky Paull Goldin in the part? It's brillliant... and evil. I am addicted to the show again. They're teasing me with the possibility of a Jake and Greenlee love-reunion... and with a Jake who is better than his two acting predecessors put together.

You know how David Tennant's Doctor on DW is like Christopher Eccleston and Peter Davison (with a sprinkling of Paul McGann) put together? Well, Ricky Paull Goldin's Jake is like John Edward Peck and Michael Lowry with a heavy sprinkling of Gary Sinise and a dash of David Tennant put together. (And I absolutely LOVED John Edward Peck--- until Goldin came along, J. Eddie Peck was MY Dr. Jake Martin.)

I need more J&G fans as my LJ friends. I crave the icons... the FANFICTION... the fan vids!!!!!! I need more.

It's gotten to be so bad that I've started making icons again...


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(And there are more where those three came from...)

And it's so bad that I'm also messageboarding about Jake and Greenlee. Not blogging--- MESSAGEBOARDING. And I've actually ranted and railed against a casting decision that's bringing Beth Ehlers back onto the soap canvass with Ricky Paull Goldin. And while I loved the two of them as supercouple Gus and Harley on "Guiding Light," I don't want Beth Ehlers's character to come between RPG's Jake and Rebecca Budig's Greenlee.

Though, the storyline disaster that would be a Beth Ehlers/Ricky Paull Goldin reunion on "All My Children" might actually be good for me--- so that I can break my newfound addiction.

I cannot tell you how many times I've watched this spoof WISHING that RPG's Jake winds up actually kissing RB's Greenlee.

/rant