quinara: No Kicking Penguins (Penguins)
Has there been a better thing on television in a long time? I really don't know because this is just so clever. I can't even sum it up, just...

OK, so we start with the industrial revolution, with all its dark satanic mills and dreams for the future - are we Blake dreaming of a world without industry (just cricket), or Caliban!Brunel dreaming of a world of noise and riches? No matter the answer we go through to the 50s (ish) anyway, getting noise and darkness and yet achievement, the Olympic rings wrought out of steel.

We then get to 'Second to the Right and Straight on till Morning': the NHS, children, fantasy literature and the moment between sleep and waking - still caught up in dreams and nightmares. Through jazz and the outfits this is also definitely pitched as a historical transition between the Industrial Revolution and the digital age pageant later. It's like an investigation of what the Industrial Revolution produced - the end of infant mortality as a fact of life (labour, if we imagine child labour, transforms into children being looked after in bed and at GOSH) plus the rise of literacy. Put these two together and the main threat to childhood shifts from actual death to fantasy figures, Voldemort like a pantomime grim reaper and Mary Poppins the image of childcare and education. Everything ends happily like a fairy tale; 'childhood' as a safe bubble away from work and threat is banishable even as a nightmare. But this is even undercut by the nurses doing folk dances, as if they're pretending to still live in the idyll. Which we know has gone.

This establishment of childhood and safety then inevitably spreads to produce Youth Culture as a whole in the digital age, which gets it's own celebration in 'Frankie and June Say Thanks, Tim'. (The whole ceremony is about handing over to the next generation; the narrative of the show is about how that happened with cultural authority.) But even that's shadowed by this tension between illusion and reality (all the dancing backdropped by fictional representations of life that is constructed media culture, embellishing on children's literature), and this sense of darkness. I can't catch all the lyrics in the chronological montage, but it's so heavy once you get past the romance:

My sketched transcription... )

So even with this massive upheaval, from rural idyll through industrial pain through childhood's invention and welfare and Teh Yoof taking control; the shift in power from Top Hat Man to Multicultural Dancing Everyone, we're still caught up in this dark, fearful, shifting space between reality and illusion, dreams and hope and dissatisfaction. (The defiance in this section - And we don't care / I just think I'm free / We will be victorious - only comes to segue into uncertainty - Change and decay in all around I see; O Thou who changest not, abide with me.)

... So, that's just how I read it (expressed very badly). But I can't help but think it's one of the most interesting national portraits I've seen in a long time. I like this bloke Boyle... :D

(God, I have do something today... Why haven't I done anything?)
quinara: No Kicking Penguins (Penguins)
Well, it seems to have taken me nearly four hours, door to door, but then having a snooze on a sunny train with the windows open is one of the more pleasant ways to spend an afternoon, in my opinion. It was a lovely end to a lovely weekend; I feel so relaxed now, like I've been on a lovely holiday that did what holidays are supposed to do! Considering I've spent the week frazzled and sleepless and ill (as I've been telling everyone for the last couple of days, in my croaky voice, pitching in and out, I'm iiiiiiill...!!!), I feel very much rejuvenated.

Although, now I'm back inside after being out/on a ventilated rather than air conditioned train, I can feel the first scratchings of hay fever round my eyes... But I'm ignoring that for now.

We had many great talks/chitchats, including a workshop where we wrote an exciting bad!fic, complete with songs, for which I spent far, far too long playing with [livejournal.com profile] kazzy_cee's iPad in my own little world. I'll put up the fruits of that when the whole of the fic-stravaganza can be enjoyed, but here also is something else: inspired by [livejournal.com profile] speakr2customrs' talk on death in fanfic, a Beowulf-style epic-heroic death scene for Pingu (ish). (Although, now that I've looked up the episode which scarred me as a child and was clearly the inspiration for this - see below - I feel like I've been horrifically cruel...)

Pingu vs. Ice Dragon.

So Pingu ventured from his icy home
To waddle through the snow, Antarctic mist -
But there he found a dragon, claws like knives
To freeze and tear the flesh of penguins brave.
Still Pingu fought, with beak and magic spells:
Great fire flared to burn the air with flame.
And yet - the dragon roared, reared up, his eyes
A charcoal black, too dark against the sky
Before he fell upon the penguin, caught
In fear, his feathers stiff. One strike, and then
It was no more again that Pingu saw
His mum and dad at home, the igloo's warmth;
His body fell, its final KARK a sigh,
Which whispered softly on the icy breeze.
quinara: Vyvyan's car from The Young Ones: a yellow Ford Anglia with flames up the side.  And a leg attached to the bonnet. (Vyvyan car)
Unimportant are my ear travails and bootcamp Spuffy-writing in light of this:

37 Languages, 37 Plays, 1 Theatre: The Globe goes Olympic!

I'm on the Globe mailing list and I just got an email about it (public booking opens on the 17th) - the theatre's inviting thirty-seven international companies to each do one of Shakespeare's plays and putting them all on over the course of six weeks. Intriguing, I thought; how fun. And then I saw this:

For those of you feeling athletic we have a number of tempting ticket offers for you to try, including the "Yard Olympian" - giving you chance to see every production for £100!

And it was like a proper stars in my eyes moment. I want to do it so badly... The logistics don't seem that unsound - I have no idea when my first year report deadline will be, but going up to London once every two days is not actually that infeasible in my position. The train fare would be the kicker, but if they let you put rail cards on season tickets it possibly wouldn't be too bad? Especially with the tickets being so cheap for the plays (yeah, this is standing, but I've done the yard before and it wasn't so terrible - you just need to make sure you have a sturdy waterproof if it looks like rain). As a yardling you don't get the shiny multi-performance rewards, which is a bit of a shame, but I'm not sure it would be worth getting £10 crap-seats just for a drinks reception with no one I'd know and a complete works I could just buy (the memento would be nice, but I'm sure there'll be programmes, and the yard's more fun).

This probably needs mentioning to my supervisor. But, oh, for some reason I just can't stop imagining the end of that six weeks, bone tired from the routine but full to the brim of languages and playness and Shakespeare - I would actually have seen them all! That would be a memory.

My mum's up for Much Ado in French... Anyone fancy the rest?? :P
quinara: Spike's car driving down the road. (Spike car)
(Points for knowing what quote just got bastardised there...)

I should be working editing my [livejournal.com profile] seasonal_spuffy fic for next week, but I'm not... Instead I have a 1000-word supercrack-fanwank-Spuffy follow-up to the end of #35. (I'm sorry! I couldn't help it... Is it bad that I've already worked out an involved backstory for what Spike's been up to, which was actually TOO SRS BSNS to fully foreground in this fic? Oh, I'm ashamed of myself.)

PG-13 for the odd bit of swearing; no warnings other than that there is no proper real dealing with the glowhypnol and #34. Also, er, I kind of take the mick out of Angel being OOC.

If I'm an Actor then I Want to Know My Lines. )
quinara: Approaching Black Mage from FFIX. (FFIX black mage)
Re the election: voting is done, now for the waiting in probable misery. It's strange how utterly depressing it is to find out that there's a BNP candidate for my home constituency. D:

Re the Buffy comic: god forbid I'm one of those kind of fans, but, um, I think I may developing a [spoilery] soft spot )
quinara: Anya drinking whiskey. (Anya whiskey)
I keep writing fic in [livejournal.com profile] deird1's journal... Behold! Penguin Babyfic (I'm sorry, I'm sorry!!!!) and a Snarking-at-34 Red Dwarf Crossover (set immediately after IV.2: DNA, aka the one with the vindaloo beast...).

Penguin!Buffy and Penguin!Spike return from their adventure... )


Something suspiciously pornified is on the long-range scanner... )
quinara: Wishverse Buffy in a white frame. (Buffy Wish white box)
Even as a penguin.

[This may be apropos of a certain discontent with certain storylines and presentation of said storylines. It made me feel better.]

680 words of Penguin!Buffy the Jellyfish Slayer )
quinara: Spke standing over the Chinese Slayer, with the caption 'Slayer' at his feet. (Spike Slayer)
I don't know what to say. There was a post on [livejournal.com profile] gabrielleabelle's journal about Spuffy shippers, which mentioned penguin AUs still counting, and then [livejournal.com profile] brutti_ma_buoni wrote a couple of sentences, and then we pinged back a forth a little bit, and then I TOOK IT TOO FAR.

BMB, I hope you don't mind me posting your bits so it makes sense? Everyone else, the bits in red are not by me, they're by [livejournal.com profile] brutti_ma_buoni. Also, please forgive my typos and formatting that I haven't managed to bring over.

[And in other penguin news, be sure to check out [livejournal.com profile] snickfic's penguin mpreg, [livejournal.com profile] stormwreath's Penguin!Buffy S6 screencaps and [livejournal.com profile] shipperx's beautiful artwork, not to mention [livejournal.com profile] gillo's pr0nny manip and [livejournal.com profile] gingerwall's addition to the penguin!AU corpus. Also: [livejournal.com profile] ladyofthelog's comic. And [livejournal.com profile] bogwitch's Penguin!SPN!]

P-P-P-Pick Up a Plot for Vengeance! )


quinara: Sheep on a hillside with a smiley face. (Default)

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