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rionaleonhart) wrote2006-03-11 06:29 pm
rionaleonhart) wrote2006-03-11 06:29 pm
Polystyrene Tiles: Know When To Stop.
This post is scattershot and disjointed! Hooray or something!
My mother got a Distinction for her essay on fanfiction! She couldn’t have done it without the help of quite a few of you, so I’d like to thank you all (she says she’ll be sending out thanks herself at some point, but she is not always entirely reliable). Anyway, congratulations to her!
If you’re interested in Wacky Turks-Related Hijinks and also Reno taking the pseudonym ‘Leonard Wangtabulous’ (and, let’s face it, who isn’t?) and you haven’t yet seen it, be sure to check out![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kadrin’s fic about just that.
I recently started playing Final Fantasy VIII again, after not having touched it for some considerable time, and I’d forgotten how much I love that game. Seriously. The music and the characters and the random pointless dialogue and running around in circles and spending ages tweaking the Junctions and eeee, it all makes me so happy! Love. Love.
Something’s been bothering me about the Squall/Rinoa relationship, though, and I think that I’ve figured out what it is. It’s that Squall forms an emotional dependence on Rinoa, which is the very thing that he was trying so hard to avoid through his pushing people away. If Squall were to be ‘cured’, it would make more sense for him to form a relationship in which he would be happy, but not obsessed. ‘Even if you become the world’s enemy, I’ll be your knight’? That’s not a healthy relationship, dear. The relationship he has with Zell is less potentially dangerous, and I’ve just realised that I may have just condemned a third character to eternal virginity by deciding that his tendency to dependency makes romantic relationships unhealthy for him. Whoops.
I’m also very much enjoying the Wacky Adventures of Sherlock Holmes – Sherlock is pretty much The Ultimate Gary Stu, but the stories are just so much fun that you don’t really care. I managed to see a television adaptation of one of the stories a few days ago: The Adventure of the Norwood Builder, which was one that I hadn’t yet read (but I managed to figure out most of the mystery and am therefore A Genius). The actors looked exactly like the characters did in the original story illustrations. I turned on the television, saw three men in a room and instantly recognised Holmes and Watson. It was really kind of scary.
Watson took a larger role than he did in the original story – he and Holmes had a conversation that was between Holmes and Lestrade in the original story; he was the person who noticed that there were some documents missing, rather than Holmes - which was something that I really rather liked, mainly because I adore Watson (James Watson. It was really, really weird realising that, y’know, he actually had a first name).
One thing I learnt from watching it is that Sherlock Holmes has eyes that shoot Veritaserum.
Holmes: Did you ever tell your son about this man?
Woman: No, never.
Holmes: Never? *HOLMES GLARE OF TRUTH*
Woman: ...FINE I DID.
I find it inexplicably hilarious that all the people of the late nineteenth century wore hats outside. “HEE HEE HEE THEY’RE ALL WEARING HATS!” Every time there was an outside shot. Every time.
I have the most bizarre urge to throw Holmes and Watson into Silent Hill and see what happens. Or I could just send them to Barons Court tube station, which is always silent and empty and overcast and fenced in with wire and all of the trains that go through it look like the non-stop train to Silent Hill and it is the Station of the Damned, the Silent Hill of London, I swear, and also you only have to change once to get to it from Baker Street, so it would probably be more convenient.
I leave you with an icon I made of Sherlock Holmes shaking his fist at Pyramid Head, because it is a concept of which I am ridiculously proud.
My mother got a Distinction for her essay on fanfiction! She couldn’t have done it without the help of quite a few of you, so I’d like to thank you all (she says she’ll be sending out thanks herself at some point, but she is not always entirely reliable). Anyway, congratulations to her!
If you’re interested in Wacky Turks-Related Hijinks and also Reno taking the pseudonym ‘Leonard Wangtabulous’ (and, let’s face it, who isn’t?) and you haven’t yet seen it, be sure to check out
kadrin’s fic about just that.I recently started playing Final Fantasy VIII again, after not having touched it for some considerable time, and I’d forgotten how much I love that game. Seriously. The music and the characters and the random pointless dialogue and running around in circles and spending ages tweaking the Junctions and eeee, it all makes me so happy! Love. Love.
Something’s been bothering me about the Squall/Rinoa relationship, though, and I think that I’ve figured out what it is. It’s that Squall forms an emotional dependence on Rinoa, which is the very thing that he was trying so hard to avoid through his pushing people away. If Squall were to be ‘cured’, it would make more sense for him to form a relationship in which he would be happy, but not obsessed. ‘Even if you become the world’s enemy, I’ll be your knight’? That’s not a healthy relationship, dear. The relationship he has with Zell is less potentially dangerous, and I’ve just realised that I may have just condemned a third character to eternal virginity by deciding that his tendency to dependency makes romantic relationships unhealthy for him. Whoops.
I’m also very much enjoying the Wacky Adventures of Sherlock Holmes – Sherlock is pretty much The Ultimate Gary Stu, but the stories are just so much fun that you don’t really care. I managed to see a television adaptation of one of the stories a few days ago: The Adventure of the Norwood Builder, which was one that I hadn’t yet read (but I managed to figure out most of the mystery and am therefore A Genius). The actors looked exactly like the characters did in the original story illustrations. I turned on the television, saw three men in a room and instantly recognised Holmes and Watson. It was really kind of scary.
Watson took a larger role than he did in the original story – he and Holmes had a conversation that was between Holmes and Lestrade in the original story; he was the person who noticed that there were some documents missing, rather than Holmes - which was something that I really rather liked, mainly because I adore Watson (James Watson. It was really, really weird realising that, y’know, he actually had a first name).
One thing I learnt from watching it is that Sherlock Holmes has eyes that shoot Veritaserum.
Holmes: Did you ever tell your son about this man?
Woman: No, never.
Holmes: Never? *HOLMES GLARE OF TRUTH*
Woman: ...FINE I DID.
I find it inexplicably hilarious that all the people of the late nineteenth century wore hats outside. “HEE HEE HEE THEY’RE ALL WEARING HATS!” Every time there was an outside shot. Every time.
I have the most bizarre urge to throw Holmes and Watson into Silent Hill and see what happens. Or I could just send them to Barons Court tube station, which is always silent and empty and overcast and fenced in with wire and all of the trains that go through it look like the non-stop train to Silent Hill and it is the Station of the Damned, the Silent Hill of London, I swear, and also you only have to change once to get to it from Baker Street, so it would probably be more convenient.
I leave you with an icon I made of Sherlock Holmes shaking his fist at Pyramid Head, because it is a concept of which I am ridiculously proud.
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(Much love for your icon! I love you and your bizarre crossovers.)
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Everything with that boy has to be emotional baggage. I'm an orphan, oh woe, my 'sister' went away, oh woe, Seifer doesn't like me, oh woe, I'm being stalked by a crazy girl, oh woe, I dropped my glass of milk, oh woe.
(I love Squall. Really.)
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Clearly you have never been to Wandsworth Town.
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I turned on the television, saw three men in a room and instantly recognised Holmes and Watson.
Intriguing! I'm going to have to look out for that one, 'cause I've been looking into various Holmes movies and stuff, and I'm always horrified that the actors portraying Watson are all old and short and stuff. So I'm all NOOO HE'S SUPPOSED TO BE ALL DASHING AND A MAN OF ACTION AND STUFF QUIT MAKING HIM NOT DASHING!
I saw the DVD for a movie called "Murder At The Baskervilles", and the summary on the back was completely on crack, merging a bunch of different mysteries together and having Holmes just happening to be on vacation at the Baskerville estate when this murder-and-horse-stealing took place. I mean, dude. Holmes on vacation?? It is to laugh.
Also, I think at some point Watson changed his first name! Because I'm certain it was "James", and in the story I just read he listed his name as "John H. Watson". Apparently, even he forgets his own first name. (What does the H stand for, I wonder. IT IS PROBABLY HOLMES HIS NEW NAME IS PROBABLY JOHN HOLMES-WATSON SINCE THEY ARE FOR ALL INTENTS AND PURPOSES MARRIED AS OF "THE NORWOOD BUILDER", HA HA.)
Sherlock Holmes has eyes that shoot Veritaserum.
This mental image cracks me up.
And I totally hear you on Squall's emotional issues. He needs to learn that's it's okay to have friends and lose friends and that it won't be THE END OF THE WORLD NOW I WILL WALK TO ESTHAR BLAAAAARGH before he can have a healthy relationship. Also, it freaks me out that everyone else is all, "Yeah! Go Squall! You obsess over that girl Seifer used to date! This isn't unhealthy at all! Ha ha!"
Picturing Holmes and Watson in Silent Hill is insanely cool to me, because it's this kickass Victorian England version of Silent Hill with creepy gaslamps and abandoned hansom cabs and the tiniest blood trails ever, 'cause if they were all obvious Holmes wouldn't care enough to follow them.