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I don't often do random post of nothing much. I post fic or I moan and demand hugs. Today I've composed LJ posts in my head all day. Do you all do that? Never post them, just write them?
I wanted to do a post headed, 'Spike is an armadillo' and write an insightful post analysing Sandra Boynton's board book, 'But Not The Hippoptamus' (which I quoted from at length when I gave f/b on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
willshenillshe's stunningly sweet, hot, angsty but happy fivesome fic because, well, because). Where was I? Oh, yes. Analyse in terms of the Buffyverse. It's totally relevant to Spike's position within the core group in Sunnydale and L.A. Trust me. I want Boynton icons but there's probably many copyright reasons why I can't have them. The woman's a genius and she wrote a book about chocolate. I think I raved about her in my early LJ days ::looks venerable::
I also wanted to do a post about X Men 2 which I finally watched last night. Cooool. I loved the first and this was just as good. I've never read any fic about it, but there's lots, isn't there? Has to be. I was slashing everyone all the way through. Sometimes aloud. There was an awkward moment; I'd loudly declared the unmistakable parallels between Gandalf and Picard ( Eric and Charles? I'm hopeless at names.) and Ethan/Giles and David sighed tolerantly. Then came the time when Rogue's boyfriend's mum says, 'Have you tried not being a mutant?' and I squeed and said, 'Shout out!' and David said, "Yes, it's just what people say to gay people, symbolic of that attitude throughout the film -" and I stared at him and said, 'Umm, yes, very possibly, but it's what Joyce said to Buffy when she found out she was the Slayer' and I realised my world view has narrowed to the size of the head of a needle.
Robert Rankin. Anyone read him? I discovered him years ago. 1988, in fact. He just had four books out then and I bought the omnibus edition of the Brentford Trilogy because it had a Josh Kirby cover and I thought it would be like the Discworld books (always judge a book by its cover ;-)). Adored them, rushed back to get The Sprouts of Wrath, got David hooked on them...and Tom Holt whose first books had heroines all called Jane. So much a shout out that I don't even need to point it out. Umm... Gone off Rankin of late; he's gone weird and incomprehensible, but the Brentford books are sublime.
There's this bit, see, in Sprouts of Wrath, where they're threatening to tart up the Flying Swan. Neville the part- time barman is counselling restraint as the regulars rise up in righteous wrath. Going to take ages to type but I must.
""Bin the chairs," crooned Young Master Robers unfolding an enormous set of plans across his bony knees. "I want a line of chrome bar-stools over there. Where are the video machines?"
"Video machines?" Neville gripped the bar-counter for support. He was fast approaching 'wipe-out'.
Omally glanced about in desperation, searching his brain for a solution. Kill them all, said his cerebellum, spare not even their children lest the evil persist. "Shotgun," ordered Omally, "where is the shooter, Neville?"
"No guns," stuttered the banjoed barman, "no killing in my pub John, anything else, do something, anything."
"Get the dartboard down," crowed the young vandal. "Bin it."
"Kill them all!" shouted Neville. "Spare not even their children lest the evil persist!"
I don't know why that tickled us, but it's become one of our sayings. Other people have songs, we have a conglomeration of snippets from books that will come in handy when I have to convince David I'm really me when Faith takes over my...and we're back at the needle again.
I've spent the weekend reading 'Sound of the Beast' The Complete Headbanging History of Heavy Metal. Great fun but dude (always wanted to say that) I was there and active (bought Kerrang each week, went to concerts, got chatted up by Eddie the Iron Maiden monster..)and I've never even heard of half of the groups. Sheesh. Discharge got mentioned which made me wince. They auditioned my boyfriend once. The sleazy scum bag boyfriend who made Parker look like the best boyfriend ever. He didn't get the job. Hah. Because you couldn't bloody well sing, that's why, you tosser. And, no, you couldn't even sing badly well enough. So there.
I wanted to do a post headed, 'Spike is an armadillo' and write an insightful post analysing Sandra Boynton's board book, 'But Not The Hippoptamus' (which I quoted from at length when I gave f/b on
willshenillshe's stunningly sweet, hot, angsty but happy fivesome fic because, well, because). Where was I? Oh, yes. Analyse in terms of the Buffyverse. It's totally relevant to Spike's position within the core group in Sunnydale and L.A. Trust me. I want Boynton icons but there's probably many copyright reasons why I can't have them. The woman's a genius and she wrote a book about chocolate. I think I raved about her in my early LJ days ::looks venerable::I also wanted to do a post about X Men 2 which I finally watched last night. Cooool. I loved the first and this was just as good. I've never read any fic about it, but there's lots, isn't there? Has to be. I was slashing everyone all the way through. Sometimes aloud. There was an awkward moment; I'd loudly declared the unmistakable parallels between Gandalf and Picard ( Eric and Charles? I'm hopeless at names.) and Ethan/Giles and David sighed tolerantly. Then came the time when Rogue's boyfriend's mum says, 'Have you tried not being a mutant?' and I squeed and said, 'Shout out!' and David said, "Yes, it's just what people say to gay people, symbolic of that attitude throughout the film -" and I stared at him and said, 'Umm, yes, very possibly, but it's what Joyce said to Buffy when she found out she was the Slayer' and I realised my world view has narrowed to the size of the head of a needle.
Robert Rankin. Anyone read him? I discovered him years ago. 1988, in fact. He just had four books out then and I bought the omnibus edition of the Brentford Trilogy because it had a Josh Kirby cover and I thought it would be like the Discworld books (always judge a book by its cover ;-)). Adored them, rushed back to get The Sprouts of Wrath, got David hooked on them...and Tom Holt whose first books had heroines all called Jane. So much a shout out that I don't even need to point it out. Umm... Gone off Rankin of late; he's gone weird and incomprehensible, but the Brentford books are sublime.
There's this bit, see, in Sprouts of Wrath, where they're threatening to tart up the Flying Swan. Neville the part- time barman is counselling restraint as the regulars rise up in righteous wrath. Going to take ages to type but I must.
""Bin the chairs," crooned Young Master Robers unfolding an enormous set of plans across his bony knees. "I want a line of chrome bar-stools over there. Where are the video machines?"
"Video machines?" Neville gripped the bar-counter for support. He was fast approaching 'wipe-out'.
Omally glanced about in desperation, searching his brain for a solution. Kill them all, said his cerebellum, spare not even their children lest the evil persist. "Shotgun," ordered Omally, "where is the shooter, Neville?"
"No guns," stuttered the banjoed barman, "no killing in my pub John, anything else, do something, anything."
"Get the dartboard down," crowed the young vandal. "Bin it."
"Kill them all!" shouted Neville. "Spare not even their children lest the evil persist!"
I don't know why that tickled us, but it's become one of our sayings. Other people have songs, we have a conglomeration of snippets from books that will come in handy when I have to convince David I'm really me when Faith takes over my...and we're back at the needle again.
I've spent the weekend reading 'Sound of the Beast' The Complete Headbanging History of Heavy Metal. Great fun but dude (always wanted to say that) I was there and active (bought Kerrang each week, went to concerts, got chatted up by Eddie the Iron Maiden monster..)and I've never even heard of half of the groups. Sheesh. Discharge got mentioned which made me wince. They auditioned my boyfriend once. The sleazy scum bag boyfriend who made Parker look like the best boyfriend ever. He didn't get the job. Hah. Because you couldn't bloody well sing, that's why, you tosser. And, no, you couldn't even sing badly well enough. So there.