hobbit_feets: (wjitw || a natural bond that forms)
ie: The Post Where I Talk About Christmas

Christmas!  Christmas this year was mostly quiet, which was nice.  It didn't really seem much like the holiday until it was suddenly Christmas morning, and we missed going to hear the music at church on Christmas Eve.  Those of you who know anything about my religious proclivities will know that I am adamantly not Catholic, nor indeed do I go in for organised religion of any sort myself.  Despite that, I have a deep fondness for churches and old church music, and I've always enjoyed going to hear the choir and the organ in the half hour preceding midnight mass in the church I grew up going to.  So that was a little something missing from my Christmas this year.  I'm making it up, as you can see by my subject line, with church music everywhere else.

Aside from that, there was much family-- eating of dinners and drinking of bizarre wines and giving of gifts.  I got some good stuff, including, rather marvellously, a cast-iron gothic candelabra that my aunt picked up in a charity shop in London.  I just need some bloodred taper candles to drip down it to finish the dramatic look.

BUT.  One of the best parts of Christmas every year-- or at least for the past four years-- and certainly the part which most concerns the internet, is Yuletide!  I adore Yuletide; it's the only fic exchange I ever sign up for, and I always intensely enjoy it, even the mad stress of finishing a story at the very last minute.  The fics that I've got in the past have, by and large, been utterly marvellous, and I always feel that Yuletide somehow culls the cream of the fic-writing crop to participate, and turns out all sorts of wonderful, obscure fic.  This year I recieved not one, not even two, but three brilliant Yuletide fics.  Let me tell you about them!

ficssssssssss )
hobbit_feets: (wjitw || a natural bond that forms)
ie: The Post Where I Talk About Christmas

Christmas!  Christmas this year was mostly quiet, which was nice.  It didn't really seem much like the holiday until it was suddenly Christmas morning, and we missed going to hear the music at church on Christmas Eve.  Those of you who know anything about my religious proclivities will know that I am adamantly not Catholic, nor indeed do I go in for organised religion of any sort myself.  Despite that, I have a deep fondness for churches and old church music, and I've always enjoyed going to hear the choir and the organ in the half hour preceding midnight mass in the church I grew up going to.  So that was a little something missing from my Christmas this year.  I'm making it up, as you can see by my subject line, with church music everywhere else.

Aside from that, there was much family-- eating of dinners and drinking of bizarre wines and giving of gifts.  I got some good stuff, including, rather marvellously, a cast-iron gothic candelabra that my aunt picked up in a charity shop in London.  I just need some bloodred taper candles to drip down it to finish the dramatic look.

BUT.  One of the best parts of Christmas every year-- or at least for the past four years-- and certainly the part which most concerns the internet, is Yuletide!  I adore Yuletide; it's the only fic exchange I ever sign up for, and I always intensely enjoy it, even the mad stress of finishing a story at the very last minute.  The fics that I've got in the past have, by and large, been utterly marvellous, and I always feel that Yuletide somehow culls the cream of the fic-writing crop to participate, and turns out all sorts of wonderful, obscure fic.  This year I recieved not one, not even two, but three brilliant Yuletide fics.  Let me tell you about them!

ficssssssssss )
hobbit_feets: (w&i || you can have it for nothing)
HAPPY CHRISTMAS!

Look at that, all colourful and full of holiday cheer and Christmas spirit, etc etc.  I am positively brimming over with it.

It's certainly the weather for it, in any event.  It's been snowing since... oh, Wednesday evening, and I think we've accumulated about two feet since then.  Ridiculous, and it makes the roads hell, by all accounts, but bloody gorgeous, and I am nothing if not an aesthete.  It's snowing right now- of course it is- and it's snow like you see in the movies and all- thick and heavy and wet, swirling through the air, huge clumps of snowflakes that actually make a little noise when they hit the ground.  Just the softest of soft impacts against the heaps and billows of snow everywhere.  Looking out my window, it's like the only colours in the world are white and brown and green.

The AO3 is acting up, so I cannae see my Yuletide fic!  Rawr.  Personally, I don't see why they couldn't have just used the Yuletide archive as they've done in years past.  I mean, I get how the AO3 is a good thing, but it's still in beta, and prone to occasionally be a bit fussy, so hosting something huge like Yuletide on it seems a little backwards.  Especially when- as I'd wager is what's happened now- there's just so much going on there that's it's frozen up completely.
 
hark how the bells/sweet silver bells )


ETA: Let's see if this actually works now.  Before, it kept cutting off the entire first half of the post...
hobbit_feets: (w&i || you can have it for nothing)
HAPPY CHRISTMAS!

Look at that, all colourful and full of holiday cheer and Christmas spirit, etc etc.  I am positively brimming over with it.

It's certainly the weather for it, in any event.  It's been snowing since... oh, Wednesday evening, and I think we've accumulated about two feet since then.  Ridiculous, and it makes the roads hell, by all accounts, but bloody gorgeous, and I am nothing if not an aesthete.  It's snowing right now- of course it is- and it's snow like you see in the movies and all- thick and heavy and wet, swirling through the air, huge clumps of snowflakes that actually make a little noise when they hit the ground.  Just the softest of soft impacts against the heaps and billows of snow everywhere.  Looking out my window, it's like the only colours in the world are white and brown and green.

The AO3 is acting up, so I cannae see my Yuletide fic!  Rawr.  Personally, I don't see why they couldn't have just used the Yuletide archive as they've done in years past.  I mean, I get how the AO3 is a good thing, but it's still in beta, and prone to occasionally be a bit fussy, so hosting something huge like Yuletide on it seems a little backwards.  Especially when- as I'd wager is what's happened now- there's just so much going on there that's it's frozen up completely.
 
hark how the bells/sweet silver bells )


ETA: Let's see if this actually works now.  Before, it kept cutting off the entire first half of the post...
hobbit_feets: (dw || we be kickin' it old school)
A big thank you to whoever bought [livejournal.com profile] my_dear_doctor paid time! *glomps you furiously* This means icons! \o/
hobbit_feets: (dw || we be kickin' it old school)
A big thank you to whoever bought [livejournal.com profile] my_dear_doctor paid time! *glomps you furiously* This means icons! \o/
hobbit_feets: (icons || like frostbite)
'Allo, 'allo, 'allo!

In past years, I have always been terrible at getting gifts and cards and suchlike out on time, if at all. This year, I say to myself, this is changing. So there. On that note, if any of my internet chums (or my RL chums, come to that) would like a Christmas card, leave your address here, and I will pop one in the post for you! Because getting actual mail is awesome.

Comments, of course, will be screened.
hobbit_feets: (icons || like frostbite)
'Allo, 'allo, 'allo!

In past years, I have always been terrible at getting gifts and cards and suchlike out on time, if at all. This year, I say to myself, this is changing. So there. On that note, if any of my internet chums (or my RL chums, come to that) would like a Christmas card, leave your address here, and I will pop one in the post for you! Because getting actual mail is awesome.

Comments, of course, will be screened.
hobbit_feets: (lom || against the sky)
It's Christmas! And for Christmas, this lovely, sunny, snowy morn, I awoke to the most fabulous Yuletide fic one could ask for:

http://yuletidetreasure.org/archive/65/brotherlyaffection.html

This, my friends, is The Importance of Being Earnest slash. It is Jack/Algy slash. It's hilarious. The voices are so perfectly Wildean it's ridiculous, and the whole piece is flippant and frivolous and Algy has the most fantastic lines of droll dandyism, and it should be squee'd over, because it is awesome. That is a Christmas present. I am reminded, despite the madness of writing my entire fic in one night, and staying up dead tired to do it, why I love Yuletide. I love writing for people. I love writing for myself as well, of course- that's why one writes- but knowing that you've pleased someone by writing really is an immensely gratifying feeling.

You should all go read this! It's brilliant and lovely, and the author deserves to be told so.

On a slightly less charitable note, I went with la familia today to go see The Day The Earth Stood Still. Now, I know the original The Day The Earth Stood Still, made in... 1951, I think. It's one of those movies that's a family tradition. We know it and love it, and were very dubious about the remake, but figured- hey, why not? Might as well give it a chance, aye?

My feelings on this subject, having sat through the movie, can, I believe, be succinctly summed up thusly:

*facepalm*

The screenwriters somehow managed to completely miss the point of the original movie. There was almost nothing in common with the original; Gort and Klaatu went around killing people and blowing things up, they completely altered the message of the original, far too much focus was put on the (unique to the remake) sob story about Helen and her stepson, and his dead father... just no.  Klaatu didn't even get his epic speech at the end!   Altogether, an immensely unsatisfactory cinema experience.  There are just some movies which are good as is, I think.

This, for those of you unfamiliar with it, is the original The Day the Earth Stood Still.

The trailer for 'The Day the Earth Stood Still' (1951) )

Made of awesome and win.  And cheesy 50's theremin music.

hobbit_feets: (lom || against the sky)
It's Christmas! And for Christmas, this lovely, sunny, snowy morn, I awoke to the most fabulous Yuletide fic one could ask for:

http://yuletidetreasure.org/archive/65/brotherlyaffection.html

This, my friends, is The Importance of Being Earnest slash. It is Jack/Algy slash. It's hilarious. The voices are so perfectly Wildean it's ridiculous, and the whole piece is flippant and frivolous and Algy has the most fantastic lines of droll dandyism, and it should be squee'd over, because it is awesome. That is a Christmas present. I am reminded, despite the madness of writing my entire fic in one night, and staying up dead tired to do it, why I love Yuletide. I love writing for people. I love writing for myself as well, of course- that's why one writes- but knowing that you've pleased someone by writing really is an immensely gratifying feeling.

You should all go read this! It's brilliant and lovely, and the author deserves to be told so.

On a slightly less charitable note, I went with la familia today to go see The Day The Earth Stood Still. Now, I know the original The Day The Earth Stood Still, made in... 1951, I think. It's one of those movies that's a family tradition. We know it and love it, and were very dubious about the remake, but figured- hey, why not? Might as well give it a chance, aye?

My feelings on this subject, having sat through the movie, can, I believe, be succinctly summed up thusly:

*facepalm*

The screenwriters somehow managed to completely miss the point of the original movie. There was almost nothing in common with the original; Gort and Klaatu went around killing people and blowing things up, they completely altered the message of the original, far too much focus was put on the (unique to the remake) sob story about Helen and her stepson, and his dead father... just no.  Klaatu didn't even get his epic speech at the end!   Altogether, an immensely unsatisfactory cinema experience.  There are just some movies which are good as is, I think.

This, for those of you unfamiliar with it, is the original The Day the Earth Stood Still.

The trailer for 'The Day the Earth Stood Still' (1951) )

Made of awesome and win.  And cheesy 50's theremin music.

hobbit_feets: (Keys to the Kingdom)
Well, my Christmas was overall quite marvellous.  Coming down from Morris, it was rather shockingly warm in the Cities (read- above zero), which I enjoyed.  It seemed a bit abrupt, though, suddenly having parties and getting presents and suchlike, just because it didn't seem like Christmas at all up at uni, even though my floor made decorations and had a Secret Santa gift exchange and all.  Nice though, of course.  Seeing various aunts and uncles and cousins and things was lovely as well, and I curiously didn't mind answering all the slew of questions they had about university life.  

Now, the obligatory list of presents.


Hum, I'm sure there was probably more, but whatever 'tis has escaped me for now.  Oh well.  That is, after all, not the point of the season.  In theory.  Oh, alas for the modern society and all that rot.  In addition to these lovely pressies, I also got a fantastic Yuletide fic- http://www.yuletidetreasure.org/archive/40/talkingall.html

This fic, my friends, is all I ever could have asked for.  It's Oscar Wilde RPS, (sort of) set at the end of Robbie Ross's life, as he looks back on what he and Oscar had.  It also features little snippets of his life- a confrontation with Bosie at Oscar's funeral, subdued angst from Oscar, and perfectly in-character cleverness from them both.  It is beautiful.  Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful and just generally abso-fucking-lutely marvellous. [profile] truly_bohemian, I speak especially to you here when I recommend this fic.  Those of you who aren't [profile] truly_bohemian, you ought to read it as well.

Seeing various chums over hols has been ace as well, though many of them are returning to from whence they came and making further getting together and being groovy and friendlike impossible.  Bastards.

What else have I to say?  I don't know.  My two new(ish) obsessions have been growing, as is my wont with obsessions of any variety, to a frightening degree.  These two, of course, are the Boosh and Doctor Who.  Well, the Boosh really isn't new as such, just newer, you know.  I've started writing an epic Booshfic along the lines of some of the stuff from the first series; big adventure, you know, the two boys in another world searching for fantastic creatures in order to avoid having to pretend to be the zoo's adorable gay couple.  But it'll backfire, of course.  How, after all, can we have Booshfic without teh slash.  

I also have joined the ranks of the [profile] booshhethaven-ers.  It ought to be a laugh, at any rate. 

And a variety of other things, I'm sure
hobbit_feets: (Keys to the Kingdom)
Well, my Christmas was overall quite marvellous.  Coming down from Morris, it was rather shockingly warm in the Cities (read- above zero), which I enjoyed.  It seemed a bit abrupt, though, suddenly having parties and getting presents and suchlike, just because it didn't seem like Christmas at all up at uni, even though my floor made decorations and had a Secret Santa gift exchange and all.  Nice though, of course.  Seeing various aunts and uncles and cousins and things was lovely as well, and I curiously didn't mind answering all the slew of questions they had about university life.  

Now, the obligatory list of presents.


Hum, I'm sure there was probably more, but whatever 'tis has escaped me for now.  Oh well.  That is, after all, not the point of the season.  In theory.  Oh, alas for the modern society and all that rot.  In addition to these lovely pressies, I also got a fantastic Yuletide fic- http://www.yuletidetreasure.org/archive/40/talkingall.html

This fic, my friends, is all I ever could have asked for.  It's Oscar Wilde RPS, (sort of) set at the end of Robbie Ross's life, as he looks back on what he and Oscar had.  It also features little snippets of his life- a confrontation with Bosie at Oscar's funeral, subdued angst from Oscar, and perfectly in-character cleverness from them both.  It is beautiful.  Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful and just generally abso-fucking-lutely marvellous. [profile] truly_bohemian, I speak especially to you here when I recommend this fic.  Those of you who aren't [profile] truly_bohemian, you ought to read it as well.

Seeing various chums over hols has been ace as well, though many of them are returning to from whence they came and making further getting together and being groovy and friendlike impossible.  Bastards.

What else have I to say?  I don't know.  My two new(ish) obsessions have been growing, as is my wont with obsessions of any variety, to a frightening degree.  These two, of course, are the Boosh and Doctor Who.  Well, the Boosh really isn't new as such, just newer, you know.  I've started writing an epic Booshfic along the lines of some of the stuff from the first series; big adventure, you know, the two boys in another world searching for fantastic creatures in order to avoid having to pretend to be the zoo's adorable gay couple.  But it'll backfire, of course.  How, after all, can we have Booshfic without teh slash.  

I also have joined the ranks of the [profile] booshhethaven-ers.  It ought to be a laugh, at any rate. 

And a variety of other things, I'm sure
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There's something surreal and vaguely disturbing about lying on one's bed in a darkened room at four in the morning and watching Doctor Who episodes.  I've just started to get into it, at the urging of [personal profile] earlwyn, and am finding it very much to my liking.

Going home for Christmas hols tomorrow.  Definitely looking forward to that, though I've yet to do anything even vaguely resembling packing.  Oh well.  I shall take care of that tomorrow.  Or today really, as it is four in the morning.  I'll be wanting to take my oils home with me, as I've been painting a lot lately.  A bit of a bugger, that, as they're a wee bit bulky, but there we are.  And I'll be able to buy brush cleaner, finally!  And new tubes of Cadmium Red Light and Titanium White.  Is it sad that I know that names of the colours just off the top of my head?  These bizarre names... Asphaltum, Ultramarine Blue, Portland Grey Medium, Alizarin Crimson, Transparent Earth Orange... Oh, my paints.  It has been absolutely lovely to get back into painting and drawing a bit more.  I write all the time, of course, but it's satisfying to exercise another aspect of my Muse.  With the painting, as well, I seem to be developing something of a style of my own- at Art, of course, I was copying other artists' stuff, and therefore concentrating on a very realistic sort of style; I'm branching out a bit now; clean lines and abstract backgrounds, a bit of bizarre surrealism... I actually did fanart the other day, which I never do; an oil painting of Vince Noir, with his season one hair (only I stuck blue and purple highlights in it, just 'cos I felt it'd be a good addition) and Zooniverse jacket.  Just the side of his face and his collar, which sort of curls off in a weird way, backed by the mod target- the blue, white, and red.  King of the Mods and all that.  I'm really satisfied with it, though.  It's distinctive. 
hobbit_feets: (Default)
There's something surreal and vaguely disturbing about lying on one's bed in a darkened room at four in the morning and watching Doctor Who episodes.  I've just started to get into it, at the urging of [personal profile] earlwyn, and am finding it very much to my liking.

Going home for Christmas hols tomorrow.  Definitely looking forward to that, though I've yet to do anything even vaguely resembling packing.  Oh well.  I shall take care of that tomorrow.  Or today really, as it is four in the morning.  I'll be wanting to take my oils home with me, as I've been painting a lot lately.  A bit of a bugger, that, as they're a wee bit bulky, but there we are.  And I'll be able to buy brush cleaner, finally!  And new tubes of Cadmium Red Light and Titanium White.  Is it sad that I know that names of the colours just off the top of my head?  These bizarre names... Asphaltum, Ultramarine Blue, Portland Grey Medium, Alizarin Crimson, Transparent Earth Orange... Oh, my paints.  It has been absolutely lovely to get back into painting and drawing a bit more.  I write all the time, of course, but it's satisfying to exercise another aspect of my Muse.  With the painting, as well, I seem to be developing something of a style of my own- at Art, of course, I was copying other artists' stuff, and therefore concentrating on a very realistic sort of style; I'm branching out a bit now; clean lines and abstract backgrounds, a bit of bizarre surrealism... I actually did fanart the other day, which I never do; an oil painting of Vince Noir, with his season one hair (only I stuck blue and purple highlights in it, just 'cos I felt it'd be a good addition) and Zooniverse jacket.  Just the side of his face and his collar, which sort of curls off in a weird way, backed by the mod target- the blue, white, and red.  King of the Mods and all that.  I'm really satisfied with it, though.  It's distinctive. 
hobbit_feets: (Gentleman and his Gentleman)

To my Yuletide benefactor, 

Let me preface this by saying that I have never participated in Yuletide before, and as such, am rather nervous about writing this letter.  Not as nervous, however, as I am about writing my own fic, so there we are.  I tend not to be massively detailed in the ideas I have, which I suppose can be either good or bad for a prospective writer, but there we are.   Really, I'm just a fandom whore, and will therefore be over the proverbial moon with anything you provide me with.

hobbit_feets: (Gentleman and his Gentleman)

To my Yuletide benefactor, 

Let me preface this by saying that I have never participated in Yuletide before, and as such, am rather nervous about writing this letter.  Not as nervous, however, as I am about writing my own fic, so there we are.  I tend not to be massively detailed in the ideas I have, which I suppose can be either good or bad for a prospective writer, but there we are.   Really, I'm just a fandom whore, and will therefore be over the proverbial moon with anything you provide me with.

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