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| I don't put much stock in famous people. That song by Ookla the Mok about them being created by us, the public, is just so true.
But Alan Rickman is dead.
I've adored--and I use the term precisely--this man as a person and as an actor and as a thinker for decades.
I sobbed.
Like I did when my dad died.
I am still weeping.
I suppose I should have suspected when he and Rima finally married after 50+ years of living together. I thought it was just smart, long-term planning because inheritance laws in the UK are complicated and expensive, especially with intellectual property.
I will be crying, on and off, all day I suspect.
He was part of my "mind family"--the people who fed my thoughts and my thinking. The only one who will hurt more, I suspect, is Lois Bujold. | comments: 2 comments or post comment  |
| So, I blame this on Vixy and Tony. Really. Their cover of Ned Cave's "Red Right Hand" was playing in the car and *pop* one of the lyrics erupted in my head and there I was, attempting to filk lyrics and drive at the same time. Don't know the song? Here's a live performance:
Big Blue Box is a Doctor Who filk. I've been thinking about The Doctor for a while lately--and I think I've identified why I don't like the new series.
Big Blue Box
Take a little walk through the city streets
down to the river side
Where the London Eye looms like a wheel of doom
and the Angels hide.
Where secrets lie, with a quiet sigh, and you'll always try
'cause you know
you'll never see him twice.
Just a hint, just a clue, just a word of ad-vice:
He's the Oncoming Storm and the Breaker of Locks
with his long dark coat and his
Big Blue Box.
He'll grab you by the hand and say
you've been a good child
He'll rekindle all those dreams you had that
drove your parents wild
He'll reach into that hole, heal your shrinking soul
and there won't be a single thing
that you can do.
He's a myth, he's a man, he's a god
he's a gu-ru.
They whisper his name from the Palace to the docks
with his long dark coat and his
Big Blue Box.
Planet been conquered?
He'll set you free.
Fear for the future?
He'll let you see.
Got some Cybermen, or Daleks--again?
You better listen up
he's on his way:
through all time, through all space
from the deepest heart of Gallifrey.
That shadow is cast wherever he walks
with his long dark coat and his
Big Blue Box.
They've got him in their nightmares
You'll get him in your dreams
He appears out of nowhere but he's not
what he seems.
You'll see him in your head, on your TV screen
and you do what he tells you to do.
He's a myth, he's a man, he's a god
he's a gu-ru.
There's no Conquering Foe he can't out-fox
inhis long dark coat and his
Big Blue Box.
"You wrote a Doctor Who filk and you don't even like it?
I've adored Doctor Who since the early 80s. I don't like NuWho. And I think I finally figured out why....
( I got distracted at first:Collapse )
And there are the reasons I dislike NuWho.
I feel better now that I've articulated it.
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| I blame  fernwithy
She's the one to blame for Star-Crossed. That's a Hunger Games musical.
She came up with the plot.
She came up with the song placement.
She came up with the song titles.
I...just write the lyrics.
Damn you, Fern.
I Volunteer
original tune
sung by Katniss (alto) and the District 12 chorus (mixed voices)
(spoken, Katniss)
PRIM! NO!
(sung, Katniss)
I volunteer!
I volunteer!
Don't you let her near
That stage
Those games
How could they have drawn her name?
So this has been my only fear
I -- volunteer!
Take me instead
I'll go instead
How I've worked and bled
Not she
Take me
She will stay untouched and free
So this is where my path has lead
I'll -- go instead!
(sung, District 12 chorus)
We've never seen this happen
We've never seen a volunteer
Even though we're fond of Primrose
We'd never do something so queer.
Replace some other tribute?
Willingly go off to die?
We are honored to have known you
We won't clap--and you know why.
(sung, Katniss)
I volunteer!
I volunteer!
I'll never let her near
This stage
These games
How could they have drawn her name?
So this is my purpose here
I -- volunteer! | | comments: 3 comments or post comment |
| One thing I don't understand about Vorkosigan AUs (Alternate Universes):
Why do they enjoy turning Miles' hard-bought successes into bloody-handed failures in fic after fic after fic?
I just don't understand it. | | comments: 4 comments or post comment |
| I only remember a fragment of it...
There's a man talking, on a spaceship, as it leaves Earth orbit. It has Tut's golden death mask on it, and all the literature of earth in its databanks. He's talking about "all our science, all our art, all those things that make us human" or something like that. There are other ships, and they each have a Treasure of Earth on it (one had the Mona Lisa, I think?), all leaving the planet because some Great Calamity is About To Happen.
What's the title of this thing? It's driving me bonkers! | | comments: 2 comments or post comment |
| They're not Christmas cards, since I know a lot of folks who celebrate Christmas, Hannukah, Yule/Solstice, Kwanzaa, Diwali, Saturnalia, Mithradi, etc. So mine tend to be Season's Greetings type cards.
So, you wants the card, the precious? I needs the snailmail address! Replies will be screened for your safety!
Happy Hols! | | comments: post comment |
| Remember, mateys, what TODAY be?
AYE! Yer right, ye scurvy cur!
It be International Talk Like A Pirate Day
Go HERE to learn how to talk like a pirate!
Go HERE to learn the Official Theme Song and HERE for other Piratical Tune-age.
ETA: And if yerrrr one of them desperrrrrate ones, here's a new Song: Zombie Pirates In Love
(Yes, Tom is a sick, sick man. That's why whe adorrrrrrre him.) | | comments: 1 comment or post comment |
| My dad's birthday was August 3rd. He would have been 70 years old. The original song that this is filked from is about Callie's dad. I was singing along with it and the last line popped out in this version instead. Then I had to write the rest. I miss you, Poppa.
Poppa
To the tune of “Mountain Man (My Father’s Legacies)”
Melody ©1998 by Arlene "Callie" Hills
http://www.echoschildren.org/Songs/MountainMantune.html
(the mp3 samples page is down)
A forest of silos jut up from the valley,
around the next bend, hayfields shrouded in mist,
an old John Deere tractor in fields of sorghum,
I think of you often at moments like this.
The implement yards, they were always your touchstone,
you sought them out weekly with brand new ideas,
with pencil and paper, in an old beat-up farm cap
sketching your blueprints in places like these.
Bridge:
Along with my hands and a fondness for power tools,
a keen eye for crop yields no other eye sees,
to make do, to tinker, you gave those gifts to me,
I think of you often during projects like these.
At sunset, the silos on the ridge are black outlines
the barns are all lit up like red Christmas trees,
as tractors and balers drive in through the twilight
I think of you, Poppa, at moments like these. | | comments: 4 comments or post comment |
| So, last night I went gallivanting off to Tinseltown to see the latest Potter flick. Hello, everyone, my name is Barbara and I'm a Potter-holic. Hello, Barbara!Plus I'm a Rickmaniac (fan of Alan Rickman). It's the voice, I tell you. I could be perfectly happy with Alan Rickman on the telephone, reading me the London phonebook. Avaunt! There are spoilers ahead! If you like the Potter series, go see it. If you like British drama, go see it. If you like fantasy films, go see it. If you're waiting for deathless cinema.... I'd go and find an art film somewhere. | | comments: 2 comments or post comment |
| tagged by shiningmoon who gave me "N." List 5 songs you know starting with the letter. List a significant lyric from the song. Nora by Jim Brannigan
Our dreams, they have never come true, Nora... Norman and Saxon by Michael "Moonwulf" Longcor
But he [the Saxon] never means anything serious, til he talks about justice or right. Never Turning Back by Pat Humphries
Keep on walkin' proudly, keep on singin' loudly, keep on lovin' boldly, reach across our borders, never turnin' back, never turning back. No Heroes by Kathy Mar
We are not the heroes. We write history or re-arrange it. We are not the white hats. They are not the black. New Computer Blues by Echo's Children
So I called my teenaged nephew, who's a self-professed geek; he got it all configured but it took HIM a week! Ask and I'll give you a letter. | | comments: 8 comments or post comment |
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