Happy Thursday things. And a ficlet!
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kassrachel pointed out this article about a new Joss Whedon TV series starring Eliza Dushku. That’s just nifty.
2) I’ve just listened to a cover of “Don’t Fear The Reaper” by Nick Cave and Enya. It was wrong in many, many ways. But still, the fact that Nick Cave and Enya entered a recording studio together -- and the world didn’t end, despite the coming together of musical matter and anti-matter -- is really kind of cool. Even if the results of their collaboration are scarier than this reaper I’m not supposed to fear.
3) So I go offline for two weeks, and J.K. Rowling outs Dumbledore. (Coincidence? Yeah, probably.) There’s an interesting essay in the NYTimes about Dumbledore’s sexuality and whether or not it matters (you’ll have to register with the Times to read it, but it’s free). I’m particularly intrigued by this paragraph:
Her heroes are the hybrids, the misfits, those of mixed blood, all bearing scars of loss and love: the half-giant Hagrid, the mudblood Hermione (whose parents were not wizards), the poverty-stricken Ron, the orphaned Harry. Perhaps speaking of Dumbledore as gay was just a matter of creating another diverse rebel against orthodoxy.
Go down the ranks of the Order of the Phoenix and you get yet more examples: the werewolf Lupin, the uncertainly gendered Tonks, the estranged-from-his-evil-family-and-wrongly-imprisoned-for-twelve-years Sirius, etc. So far, so good. But it seems to me – and I preface this by saying that I’ve never been into Potterverse slash, so I don’t have a vested interest in proving this one way or the other – but anyway, it seems to me like this is all an eloquent argument in favor of the gayness of Draco. Because Draco’s more or less a good guy by the end, yes? He joins the ranks of the heroes, however reluctantly? And let’s take a look at Draco’s profile: rich, pretty, popular, talented, loved by his parents. As the Times would have it, there’s got to be something that makes him a misfit, something scarring him. GEE, WHAT CAN IT BE?
4) I watched SV 7.04 and 7.05 -- "Cure" and "Action" -- yesterday. Holy crap, Smallville! Two really good episodes in a row! With clever plots and juicy Clex scenes and seriously fascinating canonical meta! Dare I hope that this is a trend? I love what the show is doing now with Clark’s destiny – he might think he has everything he wants, but he’s being reminded again and again that he can’t keep it. That the people he loves will age and die but he won’t. That the world needs him in ways that must ultimately tear him away from Smallville and the farm. And he’s not being told this by scary father figures who want to control him; he’s being told by peers who he trusts. That is AWESOME. On a sillier squeeful note, Lana’s facial expression on meeting the Martian Manhunter is simply priceless. Because you could see it in her eyes through that whole scene: Okay, I’m living with two aliens. I’m living with my boyfriend and his cousin, and they’re from the planet Krypton, and they have super powers, and I am totally cool with that. I can deal. Go, me. And, a-ha, here’s another one with super powers, okay, I guess he’s from Krypton too, now there’s three of them, and check me out, I am still totally cool with it. I am the queen of coolness here. Right up until Clark says “Mars, actually,” at which point her eyes just about bug out of her head, even while she keeps on smiling, like Right, Lana, just roll with it, there are three of us in this room and we are from three different planets and OMG I need to go someplace else and get a grip RIGHT NOW.
Lana’s just really intriguing me in general these days, I have to say. Also, I lovelovelove that Clark had to go to Lex for Warrior Angel help. In fact there’s nothing I do not love about the Clark/Lex interactions in these two episodes. Which brings me to:
5) “Action” has inspired a wee little addition to my 69 Love Songs project. It’s a bit dopey, I admit. But it had to be done. (I am, as always, Lex’s bitch.)
Love Song #34: My Only Friend
Rating: G
Word count: 250
Spoilers: Takes place around SV 7.05, but you'd have to squint pretty hard to find it spoilery.
My Only Friend
You and me, we don’t believe in happy endings.
- Magnetic Fields
Lex has had one reliable friend in all the world, only they’re not exactly friends anymore. They hardly ever see each other, and when they do, it’s all wrong now. Because Lex used to believe in his friend implicitly, in spite of the inconsistencies and absurdities he couldn’t help noticing, and now that belief is dead. He knows now just how many times his friend has lied to him, and he resents it. Resents it so much that hatred has taken root and grown; most days Lex has trouble remembering why they were ever friends in the first place. Because even if there’s something real and true there – and Lex is man enough to admit there might be – there’s so much crap and dishonesty layered on top of that truth that finally, Lex had to walk away. He had to end it, move on. Grow up. Put childish things aside, and all that.
Sometimes, though, nostalgia gets the better of him, and he can’t resist furtively returning to his old friend. For an hour or two, he pretends it’s still a happier, more innocent time, and they can enjoy each other like they used to. Lex wishes he didn’t ever feel the need for these visits; it hardly lessens his resentment, that his friend still has this hold on him. But he can’t help himself. And for all his faults, Warrior Angel is always there for him, in the cabinet, patiently waiting for Lex to come back and get lost in him again.
***
kassrachel pointed out this article about a new Joss Whedon TV series starring Eliza Dushku. That’s just nifty.2) I’ve just listened to a cover of “Don’t Fear The Reaper” by Nick Cave and Enya. It was wrong in many, many ways. But still, the fact that Nick Cave and Enya entered a recording studio together -- and the world didn’t end, despite the coming together of musical matter and anti-matter -- is really kind of cool. Even if the results of their collaboration are scarier than this reaper I’m not supposed to fear.
3) So I go offline for two weeks, and J.K. Rowling outs Dumbledore. (Coincidence? Yeah, probably.) There’s an interesting essay in the NYTimes about Dumbledore’s sexuality and whether or not it matters (you’ll have to register with the Times to read it, but it’s free). I’m particularly intrigued by this paragraph:
Her heroes are the hybrids, the misfits, those of mixed blood, all bearing scars of loss and love: the half-giant Hagrid, the mudblood Hermione (whose parents were not wizards), the poverty-stricken Ron, the orphaned Harry. Perhaps speaking of Dumbledore as gay was just a matter of creating another diverse rebel against orthodoxy.
Go down the ranks of the Order of the Phoenix and you get yet more examples: the werewolf Lupin, the uncertainly gendered Tonks, the estranged-from-his-evil-family-and-wrongly-imprisoned-for-twelve-years Sirius, etc. So far, so good. But it seems to me – and I preface this by saying that I’ve never been into Potterverse slash, so I don’t have a vested interest in proving this one way or the other – but anyway, it seems to me like this is all an eloquent argument in favor of the gayness of Draco. Because Draco’s more or less a good guy by the end, yes? He joins the ranks of the heroes, however reluctantly? And let’s take a look at Draco’s profile: rich, pretty, popular, talented, loved by his parents. As the Times would have it, there’s got to be something that makes him a misfit, something scarring him. GEE, WHAT CAN IT BE?
4) I watched SV 7.04 and 7.05 -- "Cure" and "Action" -- yesterday. Holy crap, Smallville! Two really good episodes in a row! With clever plots and juicy Clex scenes and seriously fascinating canonical meta! Dare I hope that this is a trend? I love what the show is doing now with Clark’s destiny – he might think he has everything he wants, but he’s being reminded again and again that he can’t keep it. That the people he loves will age and die but he won’t. That the world needs him in ways that must ultimately tear him away from Smallville and the farm. And he’s not being told this by scary father figures who want to control him; he’s being told by peers who he trusts. That is AWESOME. On a sillier squeeful note, Lana’s facial expression on meeting the Martian Manhunter is simply priceless. Because you could see it in her eyes through that whole scene: Okay, I’m living with two aliens. I’m living with my boyfriend and his cousin, and they’re from the planet Krypton, and they have super powers, and I am totally cool with that. I can deal. Go, me. And, a-ha, here’s another one with super powers, okay, I guess he’s from Krypton too, now there’s three of them, and check me out, I am still totally cool with it. I am the queen of coolness here. Right up until Clark says “Mars, actually,” at which point her eyes just about bug out of her head, even while she keeps on smiling, like Right, Lana, just roll with it, there are three of us in this room and we are from three different planets and OMG I need to go someplace else and get a grip RIGHT NOW.
Lana’s just really intriguing me in general these days, I have to say. Also, I lovelovelove that Clark had to go to Lex for Warrior Angel help. In fact there’s nothing I do not love about the Clark/Lex interactions in these two episodes. Which brings me to:
5) “Action” has inspired a wee little addition to my 69 Love Songs project. It’s a bit dopey, I admit. But it had to be done. (I am, as always, Lex’s bitch.)
Love Song #34: My Only Friend
Rating: G
Word count: 250
Spoilers: Takes place around SV 7.05, but you'd have to squint pretty hard to find it spoilery.
My Only Friend
You and me, we don’t believe in happy endings.
- Magnetic Fields
Lex has had one reliable friend in all the world, only they’re not exactly friends anymore. They hardly ever see each other, and when they do, it’s all wrong now. Because Lex used to believe in his friend implicitly, in spite of the inconsistencies and absurdities he couldn’t help noticing, and now that belief is dead. He knows now just how many times his friend has lied to him, and he resents it. Resents it so much that hatred has taken root and grown; most days Lex has trouble remembering why they were ever friends in the first place. Because even if there’s something real and true there – and Lex is man enough to admit there might be – there’s so much crap and dishonesty layered on top of that truth that finally, Lex had to walk away. He had to end it, move on. Grow up. Put childish things aside, and all that.
Sometimes, though, nostalgia gets the better of him, and he can’t resist furtively returning to his old friend. For an hour or two, he pretends it’s still a happier, more innocent time, and they can enjoy each other like they used to. Lex wishes he didn’t ever feel the need for these visits; it hardly lessens his resentment, that his friend still has this hold on him. But he can’t help himself. And for all his faults, Warrior Angel is always there for him, in the cabinet, patiently waiting for Lex to come back and get lost in him again.
***
