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rionaleonhart) wrote2010-02-02 09:50 am
rionaleonhart) wrote2010-02-02 09:50 am
I Tried To Render 'Ode to Joy' In 'Hmm's Here, But I Was Unsuccessful.
It's been available for a couple of months now, but I have only just noticed this clip of the Ukulele Orchestra of Great Britain at the 2009 Proms, on the Orchestra's official YouTube channel.
My brother and I are on it! Only for a few seconds (about 1.00 to 1.05), but there we are. I am the dark-haired girl sitting on the parapet and bobbing her head ridiculously as she plays (I had no idea I was doing that); my brother is the one sitting next to me and playing a blue ukulele (I am always confused when people say Sam and Dean don't look similar enough to be believable as siblings, because he and I look exactly nothing alike). I think it is fair to say that we kicked Ode to Joy's arse.
(Speaking of Sam and Dean: I have now caught up on Supernatural, and I spent the entirety of 'Sam, Interrupted' distracted by the fact that the nurse looked exactly like the hypothetical child of Genevieve Cortese and Jensen Ackles. It was weird.)
I'm trying to write Charlie Brooker/David Mitchell at the moment, but I'm struggling. Their relationship is a bit awkward and sad and ultimately doomed, and in attempting to portray it I have reached the unfortunate conclusion that I am incapable of writing angst set outside Silent Hill. Moving Mitchell and Brooker's relationship into Silent Hill, alas, would make this a very different story. Now that I think about it, it's probably been about two years since I last wrote any angst at all.
Also, there's the fear that, as I identify so much with David Mitchell, I'll attribute all of my characteristics to him without thinking and make him into a self-insert. Not to mention the worry that I am simply not witty enough to portray either figure convincingly. Guys, why do you have to be so difficult to write? It is very inconsiderate of you.
...hang on, why have I never seen this article on Peep Show before?
Mitchell reflects that, "it's a love story. Mark and Jeremy are effectively married to each other. A woman ought to come between them, but she would never succeed."
IT'S SO TRUE. Why is there so little Mark/Jeremy fanfiction? Why? It's a successful sitcom; there have been six series of it; we can see into Mark and Jeremy's minds and hear them having thoughts like 'Jeremy, could you suck this for me? ...Jesus, where did that come from?' and 'Maybe the tension will build to the point where we actually try to fuck each other' and 'She's not his one; I'm his one'; they have canonically kissed; the actors have described it as 'a love story'; there is almost no fanfiction. This is a lack that I cannot understand.
My brother and I are on it! Only for a few seconds (about 1.00 to 1.05), but there we are. I am the dark-haired girl sitting on the parapet and bobbing her head ridiculously as she plays (I had no idea I was doing that); my brother is the one sitting next to me and playing a blue ukulele (I am always confused when people say Sam and Dean don't look similar enough to be believable as siblings, because he and I look exactly nothing alike). I think it is fair to say that we kicked Ode to Joy's arse.
(Speaking of Sam and Dean: I have now caught up on Supernatural, and I spent the entirety of 'Sam, Interrupted' distracted by the fact that the nurse looked exactly like the hypothetical child of Genevieve Cortese and Jensen Ackles. It was weird.)
I'm trying to write Charlie Brooker/David Mitchell at the moment, but I'm struggling. Their relationship is a bit awkward and sad and ultimately doomed, and in attempting to portray it I have reached the unfortunate conclusion that I am incapable of writing angst set outside Silent Hill. Moving Mitchell and Brooker's relationship into Silent Hill, alas, would make this a very different story. Now that I think about it, it's probably been about two years since I last wrote any angst at all.
Also, there's the fear that, as I identify so much with David Mitchell, I'll attribute all of my characteristics to him without thinking and make him into a self-insert. Not to mention the worry that I am simply not witty enough to portray either figure convincingly. Guys, why do you have to be so difficult to write? It is very inconsiderate of you.
...hang on, why have I never seen this article on Peep Show before?
Mitchell reflects that, "it's a love story. Mark and Jeremy are effectively married to each other. A woman ought to come between them, but she would never succeed."
IT'S SO TRUE. Why is there so little Mark/Jeremy fanfiction? Why? It's a successful sitcom; there have been six series of it; we can see into Mark and Jeremy's minds and hear them having thoughts like 'Jeremy, could you suck this for me? ...Jesus, where did that come from?' and 'Maybe the tension will build to the point where we actually try to fuck each other' and 'She's not his one; I'm his one'; they have canonically kissed; the actors have described it as 'a love story'; there is almost no fanfiction. This is a lack that I cannot understand.
HAVING ACTUALLY READ THE ARTICLE
British social convention demands self-deprecation. It's a civilised approach that leads to a lot of communication problems with Americans, who think we really have low self-esteem and really believe we're rubbish.
Okay, I totally get confused by that. I keep going "Oh, you're not shit, really! You're wonderful! You just need confidence and shampoo!" And then I get terribly confused about when I'm looking at a genuine instance of low self-esteem and when they're just being British. Or at least English. Because I'm American, where the expectation is that self-deprecating humor be in small doses and blatantly a joke, and "I am awesome!" is a reasonable thing to say.
(Other thing I get confused about - which 'British' traits are British, and which are, in fact, specifically English.)
ETA:People come up to me all the time and say, 'I'm just like Mark'." At which point, presumably, Mitchell runs away from them, screaming.
That did make me think of you.