I am very poor at making words into a biohazard suit. *

[bending_sickle]

Sometimes whilst going about my life I can't stop a constant commentary in my head about how this would all be written up on the LJ later. Not so now. I'm just kinda blank on the whole chronicalling-of-life energy.

Also #1: My left collarbone seems to resent being in its socket**, and tells me so with a crunchy achey omgdon'tmove shoulder.

Also #2: Moving out - and also in - later this week. We are not looking forward to the trans-city move the day after Queen's Day, where drunks in vibrant orange will be sprawled every which way.

Also #3: Went to Koekenhof (i.e. Tulipalazia! Land of Tulips!) and took round about 100 photos of tulips. Will share when am not lazy bum.

Also #4: Made icon. Coral Paint Shop Pro Photo X2, you bastard! Die! I want my Photoshop back! *wishes had lovely Photoshop program disk*)



So I'll let other folks talk instead. Have some quotes.

qthewetsprocket on why the Doctor needs a companion:

the second point is probably one of my favorite moments in the whole of doctor who, past or present: when donna puts her hands on the pyrovile lever with the doctor's. because at that moment, she gets what i think no other companion has ever really gotten: not only does the doctor need someone to stop him, he needs someone to shoulder the burden. he needs someone to share the guilt, to ease the blame; to take some of the horrible weight of responsibility off his shoulders...to acknowledge the hard decisions that he has to make, and to finally say, 'it wasn't your fault'. that scene made me think of nine angsting over pushing the lever on the daleks in 'parting of the ways'...and just how many times he's had to face that kind of soul-killing decision all alone.


Neil Gaiman on whether author's backgrounds are of import:

To take your second question first, publishers don't care. If you're selling a novel they don't care if you have a business background or a nursing background or a carpentry background or a writing background. If they have a story about you that they can put in the press releases, that may make life easier for the publicist ("Author Maisy Green was raised by wolves in the jungles of India. Sold into a freakshow she taught herself to read from abandoned newspapers and a complete library of Agatha Christie novels stolen from Delores the bearded woman, a crime for which Maisy was subsequently imprisoned. Her talent was recognised when her first novel, WHO KILLED ROMULUS? was shortlisted for a Writers Behind Bars Award.) But they don't care about anything more than whether you can write and make them turn the pages, and whether they can sell your book.

And to take your first question second, yes, it's common for writers to also be business people. And doctors. And editors of Plant Engineering magazines. And all sorts of other professions and inclinations. I've known a number of publicists who were also writers -- Jack Womack at Harper Collins, who was my publicist for some years, is also Jack Womack the amazing author, and he's kept writing while working as a publicist.

I've also known some sales and marketing people who started out as writers and then became business people and hoped for the time to write, or wound up with a company policy that stopped them writing, and they normally aren't the happiest of people. (I've never had writers tell me, drunkenly, that they wished that they were in marketing, while I've definitely listened to marketing people drunkenly mourn their vanished writing careers.)


x_lostfic Fanfic: 1913: A Must-Visit for Masters quote, Master POV:

It was cruel to cage birds, grotesque to limit something that needed to soar. That was the Doctor though, always clipping his own wings and insisting he didn't mind being broken.


x_lostfic Fanfic: Undone, Unhinged, Unwavering quote, where two Master incarnations discuss Ten:

"I couldn’t agree more. Get him on the phone. I want to hear him beg."

"You’re in luck. This one can positively wibble."

The young Master leered ecstatically at his elder. "I love the whimpery regenerations. Sometimes it’s like he’s made himself as a present, specifically for me."


Jim Mortimore's BBC-Rejected Doctor Who Novel, Campaign talks about time:

‘Forget? Well, why not? It's not like there's anything to remember, is there?’ He jerked, clockwork grief, broken. Without voice, his body screamed: The universe is dead! Time and space, murdered! Stars and moons, planets, comets, put to the sword! Physics and chemistry, mathematics, geography, sent to the stake! Mother and father, friend and stranger, snug bound in entropy's coffin! Love, dead! Fear, dead! Dogs and birds and cats and ants and books and pies and cars and lies, all dead and gone to less than dreams these long ten years! Everyone that ever lived, every thought that ever held meaning, every flower that ever cupped dew and every equation that ever brushed a portrait of truth-

Hooves struck the ground: summer storm piling close as clouds.

Somewhere inside Ian's mind a page turned.

‘All that we have is in here-’ he stamped the ground with a child's foot, ‘-now-’ he waved with a child's windmill arm at the universe the TARDIS had built for us to live out our lives in. ‘There's nothing else worth remembering anymore.’


Links of the Day:
get_medieval's new webcomics, Kip Comics and Dumnestors Heroes
Think Geek Shirt: You Never Forget Your First DoctorNeverwhere, the Play: Photographs's TARDISized cellphone sleeve
amplificathon's audio podcast of "Academic Punk" (Parts 1-5) by thehoyden, read by luzula, of Due South, Fraser/Kowalski. blizzardcake, this linkylink if for you.
Gackt - Oasis, proof the man can wear a potato sack and still be teh sex.
Doctor Who transcripts
Let me entertain you: Entertainment has come to mean junk. But its definition also should include everything pleasurable that arises from an encounter with literature. An essay by Michael Chabon
Richard Hammond humerously recounts his appendix operation
ursulav Opens Up a Can of Worms (And Then Some) on the Open Source Boob Project and sexual harassment.
"Fail!" Macros


* ursulav, link 2
** Don't freak out on me. My shoulder-collarbone connection has always been sort of wonky, crackle and popping uncooly and making the breaststroke a Thing We Don't Like To Do. Dunno why it's being all "For gods' sake woman, don't reach to the right!" today, but I'm going to just let the bastard be.

Comments

[qthewetsprocket.livejournal.com]

*faints with delight at being quoted alongside neil gaiman*

[bending-sickle.livejournal.com]

No, don't faint! Quick, the smelling salts!

I'd just never thought of the Doctor in that way, and you put it so well :)

[blizzardcake.livejournal.com]

*hands over a plate of freshly baked cookies and cake AND/OR a nice sandwich if savory is your style* YAYZ For the Due South link ♥♥♥♥♥♥

Also, when I saw the Gackt video I had to laugh out loud because if that isn't literally a potato sack, I don't know what is. Only that man can pull it off I tell you :P

Your icon is also win :)

[bending-sickle.livejournal.com]

zomg fooooood! *scarfs down*