fidesquaerens (marta_bee) wrote,

fannish share of the day: putting Hitler in the closet etc.

First things first. I've apparently missed quite a few birthdays. mgkellner, thrihyrne, arwenlune, even [Bad username: slightly-tookish] who I just discovered on LJ. A very happy birthday to all of you, belated and as short as it is. I thought about all of you on your special day and thought perhaps I should let you in, as telepathy reception can be a bit lousy at times.

In other news. Lately Doctor Who is vying for prominence in my fannish hall of fame. "I Am the Doctor" is apparently better at making me alert than caffeine these days. Luckily, like with my favorite Doctor, the fact that my knees first went all wibbly over Doctor Who doesn't mean I love Sherlock (any incarnation) any less, or even Tolkien or Harry Potter or Narnia or any of the other stuff. I mean, objectively, life really kind of stinks at the moment and the nightmares are coming back a bit. But then I wake up and read Sherlock fanfic or look over Eleven memes that I'm starting to actually get, and it definitely stinks significantly less.

Any-Who (see what I did there), getting on with the fannish share of the day. It's been several days since I've posted so you get quite a few.

Today: Putting Hitler in the Closet

And then there's this fan-made video of die Fuhrer's reaction to learning he's about to get punched by a male nurse:

And bonus points for this meme shared by a friend in response to my picture:

As I said, better than caffeine.

Yesterday: Baby Watson's First Words

And Monday: @StatsBritain on Sherlock + Doctor Who

Sunday: This is Gallifrey

Doctor Who is, as I said better than caffeine. Mostly. But this song is so sad. So beautifully sad. Lembas for the muses, but still...

And as if that wasn't enough, Ann shared this lovely/heartwrenching adaptation of it with video clips of the regenerations. *wibbles* As we BBC fans are wont to say, right in the feels.

Saturday: On Converting People to Your Fandom

Friday: Bitty!Sherlock Fan-art by Navydream @ Tumblr

Thursday: The Sherlock 'Staches, Across the Adaptations

I do wish I knew what genius thought this up. If anyone knows, please let me know so I can credit.


Recent Pinterest Shares (for more fannish fun)
Recent tweets (for more serious reading)
Recent AO3 bookmarks (for fanfic recs)

Recent FaceBook bits and bobs, in roughly reverse chronological order (so most recent first). Since, Who-obsessions not withstanding, my brain still perceives time more or less linearly, these may make more sense from the bottom up.

Today the pope tweeted his support for the March for Life. The second half of his tweet has been on my mind: "May God help us respect all life, especially the most vulnerable."

How wonderful would it be if that was actually the aim of those people seeking to reduce abortions? I actually fall into that camp as often as not, though I fight for lowering the *need* for abortion rather than making it illegal. But what struck me about this statement was how easily it could apply to the mothers *seeking* abortion. What would our society look like if we were committed to the idea that each adult had access to employment that would support a family? If we made family planning and education about the same accessible? If we didn't throw up political roadblocks forcing unnecessary medical tests, restricting the clinics that can offer it, and the like, that both make it harder for women to access abortions earlier on (where IMO the ethical hurdles are much lower) and make it that much harder for government regulators to address real attrocities like the Gosnell clinic?

I get that many people who are concerned about abortions are concerned about the babies they want to see born. But when I hear talk about the vulnerable, I think of nineteen, twenty year old women who are pregnant, with no reliable work and no way to support themselves much less a kid, who are called moochers and welfare queens and much worse because they got pregnant - and now face either an impossible economic system or the almost abusive system such a woman would have to navigate to get access to an abortion, and the complete failure of sex education and health access that led to her being in that situation in the first place. And that's not even getting into the problem of teenagers navigating family situations, or the rape culture on so many college campuses - the list goes on. These women aren't the only part of the picture, of course, but they're pretty vulnerable compared to some of the anti-abortion access politicking that goes on in my country.

And I guess they just seemed worth mentioning, because if we were talking about them too when we talk about the vulnerable people impacted by abortion policy? It would be a very different conversation indeed.


Benedict Cumberbatch won his category at the National TV Awards and accepted via a videotaped speech from LA. In swimming trunks. For most of it, he looked like a charming man dressed in a respectable suit jacket and dress shirt, but at the end of his video, he stands and the camera doesn't follow him properly, and it's just... swimming trunks.

He is a dweeb. I am a dweeb for loving this. But at least he's my kind of dweeb, and that makes me smile.


First poster for HG: Mockingjay I. No spoilers because it tells us precisely nothing about the movie, at least not beyond what the book reveals (and even that's pitifully small). Still, it's an interesting look at the design approach of the people putting this film together.


The Lies of Superman, by the artist of Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal:


Lee Moyer's latest small god is a riff on Sherlock Holmes, based on the original Sidney Paget illustrations. This gave me a definite chuckle, as a lover of both Moyer's series and the original books.


Christopher Lee produced a heavy metal album about Charlemagne. Knowing that, the world seems like a slightly better place.


The Kid's coming over in a half-hour or so. Apples are baking in the oven and spice bread dough is ready to go in as soon as it's finished, and this video is transferred to the DVD player. We're going to sit in the den and watch the snow fall for a bit.


I don't usually do these, but because my friends' list is mostly academics and has some rather interesting reading habits, this one turned out more interesting than most.

I'm curled up on the couch with my laptop and am too lazy to go into the other room, but here's location 45 from the most recent book opened up on my Kindle, Sherlock and Transmedia Fandom, "Whether that spark of ownership over the characters is engendered by the original canon or by more modern adaptations like the carefully wrought world of Moffat and Gatiss is, I think, rather a moot point." And pressing on: "Our regard is undeniable, our claim already staked. What we want is more stories, and we will find them - one way or another, and by various methods, each suited to our nature and our age and our tastes and our creativity."

Put in a certain context, that makes it sound almost disreputable. What it is, honestly, is something that has me both reading and writing more than I have in years, and if the dreams it gives me still involve dead bodies, they're of fictional characters - a definite step in the right direction.


What's black and white and red all over? A nun with windchapped cheeks. Small price to pay for this kind of fun.

In other news, I cancelled my therapy appointment today. I tried to go, but got half a dozen steps out my door before I realized it really is snowing down there. The albino brain leeches have moved past mere scouts and are sending in their full attack force, apparently. Granted, it would have been dry and warm when I got to the bus, but... yeah. That wasn't happening.


An old song from the Care Bears show, shared in honor of the weather:


Huh. It's flurrying, actually quite beautiful without being cold enough to be truly unpleasant. I'd planned to send out a few resumes when I got home or maybe prep Thursday's lecture, but I have a feeling my inner romantic will leave me unfit to do anything more than watch the last of the Doctor Who specials.

In other news I'm sure I bought groceries and housewares because they took my money and because I have full bags beside me. I'm just not sure what could be in them, as they were sold out of half the stuff on my list. I'm guessing entirely more impulse buys than is good for my waistline or my bank account. Ah, we'll.


And while I'm on the topic of BBC, I finally got around to watching "The Planet of the Dead" and "The Waters of Mars" late last night. TPOD was, simply put, magnificent. Wonderful pacing, inventive plot, really interesting characters, and the Scottish scientist (Malcolm?) - loved him entirely too much!

Re: "The Waters of Mars," I had a slightly more complicated reaction. I loved so much of it: truly, truly *scary* stuff, but in the best possible way. The ending just confused me, though, and left me not entirely sure what to make of it. I need to rewatch it when I'm more awake. A shame, that...


Libby Ann's most recent story about how her young son expresses empathy is simply beautiful.


I have been to this house. A friend noticed the lack of sidewalk + street number and wanted to go check it out. We ran into a maintenance worker who, after we proved we had neither toilet paper nor spray paint for vandalism, gave us a mini-tour and politely asked us not to come back because technically we were trespassing.

Yes, the video is cheesy. Still, it's kind of neat, both because of the personal connection and because the whole phenomenon is actually fairly interesting.


The Least Helpful blog (highlighting the worst of Amazon customer reviews) highlighted this review of Doctor Who series five. I could go on for some time about just how embarrassing statements like this are to Christianity, or how in my experience science fiction is about dreaming the dreams that seem impossible until they aren't, that it is the very essence of faith and for someone who believes a ragtag group of ex-slaves can cause the walls of one of the mightiest cities of the time to crumble down just by walking around it a few times and making a bit of noise.... well, daleks shouldn't be too big of a leap.

There's a danger in seeing Christ-symbols or Christian symbols or even faith symbols where they aren't meant to be and really aren't. I don't believe the Doctor should be viewed strictly through Christology, but I *do* know that this particular show has illustrated some of the ideals of my own faith. A power beyond military strength, the value of hope and faith and pure dumb luck (what you might also term serendipity). If I were so inclined (which I'm not, as it turns out), I think I could see the way the doctor is always onhand to help but very rarely has his role recognized as a profound re-imagining of what the Bible describes as invisible "powers and principalities," the unseen battle between good and evil that some Christians think humans are caught in the crossfires of.

Or more in line with my own Christian beliefs, I could point to the way Martha talks to people when she walks across the Earth, the way she talks of the Doctor she knows and loves with no threat or manipulation in her words as the way I wish Christians did evangelism. In fact, I think I did make that statement at some point. I'm leery of drawing too much of a one-to-one correspondence when it comes to sci-fi and fantasy, but to borrow Tolkien's distinction between applicability and allegory, I *do* take a fair amount of encouragement from these stories. If someone is inclined to go down that road, there's more than enough in these stories to make them Christianity-compatible, that far outweighs the cheap symbolism in this review.

Really, though, I think this level of reaction is overkill. Worth saying for other reasons perhaps, but overkill nonetheless. So let me just answer a meme-worthy comment with a proper meme (language warning): sometimes the curtains are just blue.


I rather think my students would appreciate my geekish side a little more if they knew the positive impact "Doctor Who" soundtracks has on their grades. I've actually done the math - I can last about 30% longer when listening to it before I want to start throwing things at the wall.


I felt like a complete doof, as I really haven't done anything besides survive teaching today. No prep, no grading, a bit of fannish play and that's it. Then I remembered I spoke English, emailed in Spanish, proofed German dialogue in fiction and read Goethe in the original, and even did my Arabic translation exercises. Plus I worked in utilitarian, which is really such a foreign mindset, it should count as well. I am a worldly doof, at least.


FYI: My fellow blogger and Fordhamite Dan Fincke was profiled in an IHE piece. Well worth a read.


I finally got around to adding a profile picture to my Twitter account (MartaLayton1). You know, on the offchance that I might take myself too seriously.

And... *breathes deeply* That's it! Enjoy your day.
Tags: doctor who, rl, sherlock
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