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prunesquallormd+Long day. Long week. Only just got out of the bath and already it's nearly bedtime. Tiiiiiiired.
I'm always tired recently. That should change with the coming of spring, right? Shouldn't it?
+Since zagury (who's long since abandoned LJ for the evil that is tumblr :((() posted it on her tumblr I've been listening to A Fine Frenzy's cover of 'I Will Follow You Into The Dark' a lot. I probably shouldn't do that. Like, at all. Nothing is more guaranteed to make me maudlin (for reasons. Some of you know. Those of you who don't, it's really not worth going into).
I just find it really beautiful though, and I can never hear too much of it. Ho hum.
+Been on a bit of a Skins fic kick for the last week or so, specifically a Katie/Effy kick. So, for the the first time since summer 2009 I reread 'Fate is Overgrown', which I still love, although I remember it being a fair bit darker (I guess some of that has to do with the drama, wank, flouncing and general upset that infested Skins fandom at the time. That's something I certainly don't miss).
(Random fun fact - Sivi deleted most of her Skins stories long ago, which is a great shame. I have most of them stored for safekeeping on Mediafire, just in case some catastrophe wipes out all my backups in one go. If you type 'Fate is Overgrown' into Google, the first entry is invariable the SongMeanings entry for Feist's Intuition, where the title came from, and the second is the entry for the pdf for my Mediafire account. Which may explain why it's been downloaded 6425 times in the last 18 months. I can't imagine that too many of the people of the people who click that link know what they're downloading. Or maybe they do? Who knows? Is Skins that popular in Indonesia or South Korea? Or India or Saudi, for that matter?)).
So yeah, FiO is far, erm fluffier than I remember, which is one of the reasons that Sivi was rather disappointed with how it turned out, but I still love it. But still, it has its moments, and "[Every time you dream about Effy Stonem, she’s seventeen with shiny, shot-deer eyes, choking underneath your fingertips. Waking up feels like dying.]" always always gives me chills.
Right now I'm close to the end of Bedlam (from whence the title of this entry :)), again for the first time since 2009. And that's actually a lot better than, and exactly as bleak, as I remember (at least in the early parts). It makes me sad that a) very few of the people on my flist who have any clue what Bedlam is about are actually around on LJ any more (I'm figuring maybe 4? I was told last week that one of the people I most care about here just doesn't check LJ much at all, which upset me more than is reasonable). And b) the likelihood of Jen actually finishing the story is getting less and less as the months go by. It was set to be 10 chapters, and she posted the first half of chapter 8 at the end of 2010.
But hey, miracles happen sometimes, I guess.
+I've managed to write exactly 2 sides of scribbly A5 of fiction this year, and I decided a couple of days ago that it wasn't working and I should just scrap it and start again from a different angle. Hopefully it'll actually flow a little better now, once my motivation comes back. I can hardly criticise anyone for taking ages over something when the only longish story I've ever written has taken almost 2 years to reach 20000 words and gets updated every blue moon. It's a wonder anyone still reads it, and I feel kind of sorry for the occasional random person (of which I had another a couple of days ago. Must answer that comment soon. It was very sweet) who finds it without knowing how badly I suck at, you know, actually writing anything.
+The Woman in Black was exactly as terrifying in its most recent incarnation as in the other two that I've seen. (TV film made in the 80s; and stage play that I saw when I was about 19 (with a girl I was at university on whom I had the hugest unrequited crush for at least 6 years)). Daniel Radcliffe was rather good as the hapless hero, and the film was unharmed by an ending that was slightly (well sort of) softened from the original. I say softened. You might not think so if you see it.
Most notably for me, just as for the 1980s version, the scenes of the causeway to the island where the haunted house is were filmed on the causeway to Osea Island, which is one of two islands in the Blackwater, which - for my sins - is the river I grew up on (it's a tidal estuary, so both islands can be reached, briefly, twice a day a low tide. I've crossed to Osea on foot a few times, once rather memorably late in the day and in thick fog. It's exactly as spooky and otherworldly as the film makes it out to be, although Osea itself is thankfully free of malevolent ghosties. (It's also over a mile long, windy and extremely treacherous, and more than one person has attempted the drive too late and been overtaken by the tide).
Tis always nice to see places you know well on the big screen.
+Boring post is boring. Sorry.
This song is a little different to the ones I usually post. I was a big fan of Nanci Griffith in my teens (before she moved from a country/folk style to something far more bland MORy). I bought the tape that this song was on when I was about 15, I think, and heard it for the first time on a bus ride from Colchester to Maldon. Which is appropriate, I guess, given the lyrics. It's one of those memories that just sticks.
+One day I shall write a post that isn't full of pointless waffle. Today is not that day.
Hugs, all ♥
I'm always tired recently. That should change with the coming of spring, right? Shouldn't it?
+Since zagury (who's long since abandoned LJ for the evil that is tumblr :((() posted it on her tumblr I've been listening to A Fine Frenzy's cover of 'I Will Follow You Into The Dark' a lot. I probably shouldn't do that. Like, at all. Nothing is more guaranteed to make me maudlin (for reasons. Some of you know. Those of you who don't, it's really not worth going into).
I just find it really beautiful though, and I can never hear too much of it. Ho hum.
+Been on a bit of a Skins fic kick for the last week or so, specifically a Katie/Effy kick. So, for the the first time since summer 2009 I reread 'Fate is Overgrown', which I still love, although I remember it being a fair bit darker (I guess some of that has to do with the drama, wank, flouncing and general upset that infested Skins fandom at the time. That's something I certainly don't miss).
(Random fun fact - Sivi deleted most of her Skins stories long ago, which is a great shame. I have most of them stored for safekeeping on Mediafire, just in case some catastrophe wipes out all my backups in one go. If you type 'Fate is Overgrown' into Google, the first entry is invariable the SongMeanings entry for Feist's Intuition, where the title came from, and the second is the entry for the pdf for my Mediafire account. Which may explain why it's been downloaded 6425 times in the last 18 months. I can't imagine that too many of the people of the people who click that link know what they're downloading. Or maybe they do? Who knows? Is Skins that popular in Indonesia or South Korea? Or India or Saudi, for that matter?)).
So yeah, FiO is far, erm fluffier than I remember, which is one of the reasons that Sivi was rather disappointed with how it turned out, but I still love it. But still, it has its moments, and "[Every time you dream about Effy Stonem, she’s seventeen with shiny, shot-deer eyes, choking underneath your fingertips. Waking up feels like dying.]" always always gives me chills.
Right now I'm close to the end of Bedlam (from whence the title of this entry :)), again for the first time since 2009. And that's actually a lot better than, and exactly as bleak, as I remember (at least in the early parts). It makes me sad that a) very few of the people on my flist who have any clue what Bedlam is about are actually around on LJ any more (I'm figuring maybe 4? I was told last week that one of the people I most care about here just doesn't check LJ much at all, which upset me more than is reasonable). And b) the likelihood of Jen actually finishing the story is getting less and less as the months go by. It was set to be 10 chapters, and she posted the first half of chapter 8 at the end of 2010.
But hey, miracles happen sometimes, I guess.
+I've managed to write exactly 2 sides of scribbly A5 of fiction this year, and I decided a couple of days ago that it wasn't working and I should just scrap it and start again from a different angle. Hopefully it'll actually flow a little better now, once my motivation comes back. I can hardly criticise anyone for taking ages over something when the only longish story I've ever written has taken almost 2 years to reach 20000 words and gets updated every blue moon. It's a wonder anyone still reads it, and I feel kind of sorry for the occasional random person (of which I had another a couple of days ago. Must answer that comment soon. It was very sweet) who finds it without knowing how badly I suck at, you know, actually writing anything.
+The Woman in Black was exactly as terrifying in its most recent incarnation as in the other two that I've seen. (TV film made in the 80s; and stage play that I saw when I was about 19 (with a girl I was at university on whom I had the hugest unrequited crush for at least 6 years)). Daniel Radcliffe was rather good as the hapless hero, and the film was unharmed by an ending that was slightly (well sort of) softened from the original. I say softened. You might not think so if you see it.
Most notably for me, just as for the 1980s version, the scenes of the causeway to the island where the haunted house is were filmed on the causeway to Osea Island, which is one of two islands in the Blackwater, which - for my sins - is the river I grew up on (it's a tidal estuary, so both islands can be reached, briefly, twice a day a low tide. I've crossed to Osea on foot a few times, once rather memorably late in the day and in thick fog. It's exactly as spooky and otherworldly as the film makes it out to be, although Osea itself is thankfully free of malevolent ghosties. (It's also over a mile long, windy and extremely treacherous, and more than one person has attempted the drive too late and been overtaken by the tide).
Tis always nice to see places you know well on the big screen.
+Boring post is boring. Sorry.
This song is a little different to the ones I usually post. I was a big fan of Nanci Griffith in my teens (before she moved from a country/folk style to something far more bland MORy). I bought the tape that this song was on when I was about 15, I think, and heard it for the first time on a bus ride from Colchester to Maldon. Which is appropriate, I guess, given the lyrics. It's one of those memories that just sticks.
+One day I shall write a post that isn't full of pointless waffle. Today is not that day.
Hugs, all ♥
