a conspiracy of cartographers

Why not! I am up for concrit and squeeing and whatever other things anon memes bring in their wake.

THE ANONYMOUS WRITING FEEDBACK MEME

(Bless, I love how the coding doesn't work on Dreamwidth.)

( North, Vault, & Witness: In which Fraser gets hit on the head, nearly drowns, and goes to prison; talk of the evolution of Fraser's character, and lots of fondness for Frannie and Thatcher. )

...Oh god, I just made the horrible mistake of curiously opening the due South page on TV Tropes. I have five extra tabs already. GOOD JOB, SELF.

( Victoria's Secret & Letting Go: In which Fraser gets his heart ripped out and STOMPED TO TINY PIECES; is mostly about how Victoria fascinates me and Ray is the best friend ever and I want to give Fraser a hug. )

DONE WITH FIRST SEASON. \o/ Now I really want to write the rest of this WIP I have, an eventually-Fraser/Kowalski fic about Victoria returning to Chicago and blackmailing the hell out of both of them and trying to get Fraser to come with her and probably a heist or two and it will be AWESOME. But not tonight, because I think I am officially out of words.

If there were things I did today besides get as much of this show watched as possible, I don't know what they were.

( An Eye for an Eye, The Man Who Knew Too Little, The Wild Bunch, & The Blue Line: In which Fraser spends time with senior citizens, a compulsive liar, a bunch of dogs, and an old friend; includes a Theory of Fraser's Empathy, Turnbull's evil cousin, and my inability to decide whether or not Mark and Fraser had a thing for each other in the distant past. )

I would say "Why am I still awake," but in fact the answer is "Hell yes, I am going fast enough that I will get to the Victoria episodes tomorrow."

The story of this stupid fic is a long and arduous one, but it basically goes: directly after finishing due South for the first time, I opened a Word window and, because I liked the sound of it, titled the document The Love Song of S. Raymond Kowalski. Because I had just finished dS for the first time, naturally I started writing a quest-for-the-Hand fic. Naturally the second I decided to go investigate the fandom's offerings, I realized that it was more productive to write almost anything else ever than to contribute to the body of quest-fic until I figured out how to say anything in a new way.

On my rewatch I just hit Fraser's first monologue about Victoria, the one in You Must Remember This, at which point a happy light bulb went off, I combed the scripts for the other two Victoria monologues, I built them all into one slightly contradictory monster-monologue, and I said, "Okay, self, now remix this as a story about Ray Kowalski."

I also happen to have read the entire archive of ds_flashfiction, and the current prompt gave me a cool springboard, so rather than my fic journal, tonight's fic is posted there. So: The Love Song of S. Raymond Kowalski. THERE AWESOME TITLE I HAVE USED YOU NOW.

Awesome link du jour: roadrunner made me some due South gifs. Both of them are Ray Kowalski in the Riv in Burning Down the House, yelling at Dief for makin' intimate with him, and I love those gifs to the depths of my soul.

I'm doing about an average of three episodes a day, which ain't bad. And now I sleep.

( Chinatown & Chicago Holiday: In which Fraser eats Chinese food, hides in closets, and goes clubbing; lots of talk about Ray, and also how due South sometimes gives good PSAs. )

Whiling away the morning reading the Bunny Comics archive instead of getting breakfast and watching more due South: the world is smaller than you think. (I would say I am starting to get an actual collection of Mountie comics, but I do not think one bunny and two from Hark! A Vagrant actually count.)

I dreamed that a bunch of Cthulhu's lesser relatives appeared unto the people to tell of the return of the Elder Gods; I had to run away from a bunch of horrible things and tried to get them to stop chasing me by throwing dirt at them, but they laughed at me and told me that when Cthulhu came it would eat me slowly with unbearable torment. I record this because, uh, it wasn't ... actually a nightmare, it was a perfectly ordinary-feeling dream, and I am kind of bewildered because I never even think a little bit about the Lovecraft mythos unless I am reading something of Neil Gaiman's in that universe. I was completely disoriented when I woke out of that to the due South theme on my iPod, though.

(Seriously, could I get a show of hands? I want to know if anyone else's subconscious thinks Cthulhu is a good subject for dreams.)

Okay, first fannish project of the summer: rewatching due South! I want to do it in part because I know s3/4 a lot better than 1 & 2; I may find Kowalski freakishly easy to write, but I'd like to reacquaint myself with Vecchio -- and also Fraser, honestly, because dS may be nicely episodic but I still have suspicions of character arc. (At the very least, like with Doctor Who, I can do the fun thing the human brain does of making up patterns, and manufacture theories of character arc.)

I seriously hope my commentaries for the actual series are more concise (and have more than one episode to an entry, so as to keep down the clutter), but since this is the pilot, I'm continually getting ahead of myself, and even shamefully talking a lot about Kowalski despite the conspicuous absence of any Kowalski in said pilot.

( due South 1x00: In which Fraser goes to Chicago on the trail of the killers of his father and meets a Detective Vecchio; talk of Bob, Fraser's character, women, being undercover, magical realism, Vecchio's character, the Inuit hunter, &c )

Okay, here is a real first entry!

I decided not to import my entire LJ here, mostly because there is something vastly relieving about not having a journal that starts with my freshman year of high school (but instead the summer before my senior year of undergrad; I'm sure it will be just as embarrassing in a couple of years).

I'll be using this journal in basically the same way I used the LJ: fandom talk, real life talk, talking-with-people, &c. One of the nifty things about Dreamwidth, though, is the seriously wonderful access/subscription feature: not only does the loaded word 'friend' come into it nowhere, but it makes organising things a lot easier -- such as this thing I want to try where I'm going to more or less divide up the fandom talk and the real life talk. The idea of separate real life and fandom journals hurts both my head and soul, because there is probably no way I will ever be able to actually separate real life from the fannishly tinged, but I think I can probably at least get away with an unlocked-locked dichotomy. The unlocked content will therefore be reviews and meta and silly picspams and links and fic; the locked content will be all the real life stuff (at the moment, mostly job and grad school dithering). If you're just here for the fannish stuff, feel free to subscribe and lurk happily away; if you want to know me and my dithering real life ways, come say hi.

I know pretty much everyone subscribed to me right now is a refugee from my LJ flist -- so I'd love to take a headcount. LOOK A HEADCOUNT POLL.


If your content is mirrored from LJ, I will probably filter you off my default flist and read you over here instead; no matter what you are doing, if you are using Dreamwidth as a reading list in any way, feel free filter me off your default flist also and read me here instead.

I think that's all the housekeeping right now. Guys, isn't this place still shiny?