Things And So Forth
Feb. 14th, 2012 05:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jennova1. Hey, everyone does that thing where they imagine a variety of futures for themselves involving relationships with favourite celebs and winning awards and interviewing themselves in the style of Parkinson even though he's retired, right?
Or is it just me who didn't get to sleep until 3am (after turning the light off at 2am) because I was too busy planning a production of King Lear with Tobias Menzies as Edmund (because you know he'd be kinda perfect and he's only played Edgar before which is fft, whatever, Edmund is amazing *has something of a crush on Edmund*) with someone like John Hurt as the quietest Lear ever?
*cough*
(In all seriousness, though, I'm having weird theatre feels at the moment. A lot of remembering how much I enjoyed directing/writing in college and thinking about play writing and the like. Which are not feels I was expecting to have at age 27 and 8 months precisely.)
All of which brings us nicely to:
2. SO! I am on holiday from 1st March. Harumble! And, I am developing a plan which involves me going to Londontown. Which neatly coincides with The Recruiting Officer at the Donmar Warehouse. Which is sold out because it's the Donmar but I'm going to take a shot at day tickets because: TOBIAS MENZIES AS AN EARLY 18TH CENTURY BOUNDING CAD? YES PLEASE THANK YOU.
In seriousness, well, I mean if there's a chance of seeing an actorI'm more than a little obssessed with I very much want to see on stage, um, on stage? I'm going to take it.
All of which means that usual thing - being the terribly poor person I am and thus being able to afford train tickets and theatre tickets and nowt else I'm wondering if anyone has a bed available for me to crash upon on the nights of the 2nd, 3rd and 4th (cheapest travelling days for me are Friday and Monday, otherwise it'd be a shorter trip). I know I prevail upon you London folk on average at least once a year and I love each of you who've put me up over the years. You're wonderful. And if you ever need me to return the favour I will.
If anyone ever wants to come to the North-East.
No-one ever visits me.
:(
*squints one eye open* Is the guilt trip working yet? :D
Seriously though - if anyone's got room around then I'd be <3_<3. And, of course, I'd like to see as many of you London-centric folk as possible whilst there. Particularly new folk or folk I haven't seen for a while.
3. Speaking of you folk! Lots of love tomorganmuffle, twilightthief and Signe for my hearts. I got little warm fuzzies when I got the e-mails. <333333
My sister has been doing this thing (I did tell you guys that I'm living with my sister now, right? I thought I'd have more money. WRONG. But there is less panicking about it, which is nice) where she keeps inviting me out with her and her friends to some local buskers night. She doesn't think I'm being social enough, is the undertone (and this sort of quietly badgering behaviour is a classic of our aunt's), and I'm going to guess it comes back to the usual thing about me appearing to have no friends.
My Folks, thankfully, have come to realise over the years that the Talesians and you guys (particularly those of you that put up with a sleep-starved me in Cardiff all those years ago ♥) are very real friends to me. People that have supported me and loved me and been wonderful to me over the years. I get the feeling my sister still can't quite get that into her head - how real you all are to me whether I've met you in person or not.
The point of this point, I guess, is that you guys make me happy. And I figure today is a good day to say that. (Well, would've been if I'd finished this earlier instead of getting distracted by a repeat of Sirens episode I.C.E.)
4. I am still endlessly filled with Eternal Law FEELS (there will be a lot of Eternal Law a lot because Richard is just made for me, I swear) which were ebbing a little before I got my DVDs today and got excited again.
Despite the fact that I still have the last three eps on my Sky+ box and I have the whole series acquired on my computer. *cough*
I'm thinking that I may try some picspams or such like in an effort to coax those of you that didn't watch into watching. Basically my thinking being that, hey, if enough DVDs sell maybe ITV will order another series and I'll get to see more regular Sam West and Tobias Menzies on my TV.
You tell me, flist, how best I could tempt you into my new (and tiny) fandom. I will try my utmost to tempt you hard.
5. Off to see The Muppets with my Mum on Wednesday. Only, like, 3 months after the US. *grumbles* We're going during the day because the Empire is really bloody cheap during the day and, as it's half-term, I'm fascinated to see how a generation of kids who've probably never seen the Muppets before will react.
6. And finally: three (technically 4, but that one's only in internal development) Eternal Law fics in various stages of writing. One features my first attempt at getting inside Zak's head. One will be ensemble and thus multiple PoVs. One is Richard having a not entirely brilliant day (everyone else has a great day).
I wonder which one will make it to completion first?
(In other words: be very, very quiet but - I think the words are coming back. My relief could be bottled it is so palpable.)
Okay, seeing as you ask:
1. And Richard wanted. He always wanted. That fierce, burning want in him had been what drew Zak to him billions of years ago, was what had made Zak stay at his side even when he started talking treason and why Zak turned away from him when Richard begged him to fall. Because it was terrifying, yes, and because Zak found himself wanting too.
2. “You should come,” Hannah said, surprising herself and, if his expression was anything judge by, Richard. “Yes. Come. I'm sure you'd enjoy it.”
“I don't know,” Richard said, drawing the words out with hesitancy. “Zak and I don't exactly see eye to eye on many things – he probably won't want me there.”
“Look, Richard,” Hannah put her hand over Richard's where it was still tapping on the desk. He went completely still. “You and Zak, you're the main two people I know here. I don't think it's so bad that I want my boyfriend and my boss to get along.”
3. Richard was passing briefs onto one of the secretaries - Maurice? Michael? Something like that – when Hannah rushed into the office, bringing the scent of hastily applied perfume with her. Richard raised an eyebrow at her, recognising yesterday's blouse and skirt, and she blushed a deep red.
“Last night's clothes?” he asked, cocking his head to one side. Hannah flushed deeper.
“I'll go and get changed at lunch,” she said, flustered. She knocked a stack of notes from her desk and swore quietly.
Richard was torn between the urge to mock and the urge go and drown himself in the Bell's in his bottom desk drawer.
(I'd feel sorry for Richard in that last one but, well, fallen angel. He brings it on himself.)
Or is it just me who didn't get to sleep until 3am (after turning the light off at 2am) because I was too busy planning a production of King Lear with Tobias Menzies as Edmund (because you know he'd be kinda perfect and he's only played Edgar before which is fft, whatever, Edmund is amazing *has something of a crush on Edmund*) with someone like John Hurt as the quietest Lear ever?
*cough*
(In all seriousness, though, I'm having weird theatre feels at the moment. A lot of remembering how much I enjoyed directing/writing in college and thinking about play writing and the like. Which are not feels I was expecting to have at age 27 and 8 months precisely.)
All of which brings us nicely to:
2. SO! I am on holiday from 1st March. Harumble! And, I am developing a plan which involves me going to Londontown. Which neatly coincides with The Recruiting Officer at the Donmar Warehouse. Which is sold out because it's the Donmar but I'm going to take a shot at day tickets because: TOBIAS MENZIES AS AN EARLY 18TH CENTURY BOUNDING CAD? YES PLEASE THANK YOU.
In seriousness, well, I mean if there's a chance of seeing an actor
All of which means that usual thing - being the terribly poor person I am and thus being able to afford train tickets and theatre tickets and nowt else I'm wondering if anyone has a bed available for me to crash upon on the nights of the 2nd, 3rd and 4th (cheapest travelling days for me are Friday and Monday, otherwise it'd be a shorter trip). I know I prevail upon you London folk on average at least once a year and I love each of you who've put me up over the years. You're wonderful. And if you ever need me to return the favour I will.
If anyone ever wants to come to the North-East.
No-one ever visits me.
:(
*squints one eye open* Is the guilt trip working yet? :D
Seriously though - if anyone's got room around then I'd be <3_<3. And, of course, I'd like to see as many of you London-centric folk as possible whilst there. Particularly new folk or folk I haven't seen for a while.
3. Speaking of you folk! Lots of love to
morganmuffle, twilightthief and Signe for my hearts. I got little warm fuzzies when I got the e-mails. <333333My sister has been doing this thing (I did tell you guys that I'm living with my sister now, right? I thought I'd have more money. WRONG. But there is less panicking about it, which is nice) where she keeps inviting me out with her and her friends to some local buskers night. She doesn't think I'm being social enough, is the undertone (and this sort of quietly badgering behaviour is a classic of our aunt's), and I'm going to guess it comes back to the usual thing about me appearing to have no friends.
My Folks, thankfully, have come to realise over the years that the Talesians and you guys (particularly those of you that put up with a sleep-starved me in Cardiff all those years ago ♥) are very real friends to me. People that have supported me and loved me and been wonderful to me over the years. I get the feeling my sister still can't quite get that into her head - how real you all are to me whether I've met you in person or not.
The point of this point, I guess, is that you guys make me happy. And I figure today is a good day to say that. (Well, would've been if I'd finished this earlier instead of getting distracted by a repeat of Sirens episode I.C.E.)
4. I am still endlessly filled with Eternal Law FEELS (there will be a lot of Eternal Law a lot because Richard is just made for me, I swear) which were ebbing a little before I got my DVDs today and got excited again.
Despite the fact that I still have the last three eps on my Sky+ box and I have the whole series acquired on my computer. *cough*
I'm thinking that I may try some picspams or such like in an effort to coax those of you that didn't watch into watching. Basically my thinking being that, hey, if enough DVDs sell maybe ITV will order another series and I'll get to see more regular Sam West and Tobias Menzies on my TV.
You tell me, flist, how best I could tempt you into my new (and tiny) fandom. I will try my utmost to tempt you hard.
5. Off to see The Muppets with my Mum on Wednesday. Only, like, 3 months after the US. *grumbles* We're going during the day because the Empire is really bloody cheap during the day and, as it's half-term, I'm fascinated to see how a generation of kids who've probably never seen the Muppets before will react.
6. And finally: three (technically 4, but that one's only in internal development) Eternal Law fics in various stages of writing. One features my first attempt at getting inside Zak's head. One will be ensemble and thus multiple PoVs. One is Richard having a not entirely brilliant day (everyone else has a great day).
I wonder which one will make it to completion first?
(In other words: be very, very quiet but - I think the words are coming back. My relief could be bottled it is so palpable.)
Okay, seeing as you ask:
1. And Richard wanted. He always wanted. That fierce, burning want in him had been what drew Zak to him billions of years ago, was what had made Zak stay at his side even when he started talking treason and why Zak turned away from him when Richard begged him to fall. Because it was terrifying, yes, and because Zak found himself wanting too.
2. “You should come,” Hannah said, surprising herself and, if his expression was anything judge by, Richard. “Yes. Come. I'm sure you'd enjoy it.”
“I don't know,” Richard said, drawing the words out with hesitancy. “Zak and I don't exactly see eye to eye on many things – he probably won't want me there.”
“Look, Richard,” Hannah put her hand over Richard's where it was still tapping on the desk. He went completely still. “You and Zak, you're the main two people I know here. I don't think it's so bad that I want my boyfriend and my boss to get along.”
3. Richard was passing briefs onto one of the secretaries - Maurice? Michael? Something like that – when Hannah rushed into the office, bringing the scent of hastily applied perfume with her. Richard raised an eyebrow at her, recognising yesterday's blouse and skirt, and she blushed a deep red.
“Last night's clothes?” he asked, cocking his head to one side. Hannah flushed deeper.
“I'll go and get changed at lunch,” she said, flustered. She knocked a stack of notes from her desk and swore quietly.
Richard was torn between the urge to mock and the urge go and drown himself in the Bell's in his bottom desk drawer.
(I'd feel sorry for Richard in that last one but, well, fallen angel. He brings it on himself.)