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kbkI wrote this in the last half-hour, after watching an episode of Sentinel, and I haven't seen that many so it's entirely possible that I've fucked with canon in some way, but it's not like any of you motley lot are rabid Sentinel fans... are you?
Jim never had a puppy, but he knew kids that did. And there's one particular mutt he can't help recalling as he watches Blair duck his head and look up entreatingly. It had huge floppy ears - some kind of spaniel, probably - and would go running up to every stranger it saw. Bounciest, friendliest creature in the world. Ran out into traffic. But Blair's too smart to do that - well, most days.
Jim cracks a grin at that, and Blair immediately brightens. His entire attitude is that of an eager little puppy who was worried he'd pissed on the Rottweiler's territory and has now found out that the alpha doesn't mind at all. He bounces off to sort out the detritus of his day, and Jim watches him go.
Carolyn had been like... a greyhound, perhaps. No, that wasn't it. The Siamese cats that an elderly aunt had adored, that would stalk around the house all elegance and grace and utter disdain for anything the young Jim tried in order to befriend them. Huh. Jim had never really been a cat person.
And there's probably something deeply sick and wrong about thinking in these terms, especially when it makes Jim ruffle his friend's hair with a murmured, "Good boy," as Blair settles on the floor and leans back against the sofa. But Blair presses into the touch, and the pair of them simply relax for a while, and it's perfect.
Still, Jim's never going to tell Blair where the name "Chief" came from.
Um-hmm.
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nostalgia_lj's last night. Much wank was talked, mostly about either Dr Who or science (the latter of which is supposedly my field, which left me frantically scrambling through my mind in order to find anything at all I remembered about, y'know, gravitons and semi-conductors and the size of the Universe. And don't start. Seriously. This got talked at, in circles, until six a.m. Not my fault. Not edithmatilda's either. I wonder who it could have been.) I also read 4 EDAs. Um. Hang on...
Escape Velocity
There's something like fifteen hours missing from Fitz and Anji's timeline, if you add it up, because they supposedly met up just after breakfast and presumably the rest of it happened later on that morning/afternoon. But. For the six-hour-drive plus eight-hour-rest until the meeting, they can't leave Brussels until early the next morning. Which doesn't work. Because you could imagine, "oh, I can't drive, I'm too tired, we should sleep first," but they don't, they are tired when they get to Anji's place, and not just tired in the way of been-in-the-car-for-hours. Apart from that... It was all right. I quite liked the Doctor lying. "Oh, that Sam. What a guy. Always tinkering with that Beetle of his." Um. Yeah. And the reunion between Eight and Fitz, and between them and the TARDIS, that was all quite touching. And the aliens were quite good as well. It was a shame about, y'know, the way Anji could destroy them all by pressing a single fucking button. But. Yeah. Ooh. I think it was this one that had Fitz described as "perhaps slightly overweight". Um. Sorry. No. His default description is "skinny". Possibly also "tall", "scruffy", and something about the hair. Not overweight.
The Fall of Yquatine
Ummmmmmmmmm. Right. Yeah. It was a bit, y'know, time-loop. And Fitz was quite cool, as usual, and Compassion pissed me off, as usual, and. I dunno. People seemed to be quite bastards in it. Oh, I liked that... the kid that Fitz met that he tried to warn later turns up all right, except that's only just post-attack so it's entirely possible she gets killed in the subsequent Anthaurk shit, but still. Nice thought. The Doctor doing his "I am better and I will do this and this and this" and. the. Arielle seemed like a self-pitying little bint, the President was an arse, the... And I don't like the loop-ish thing happening. And the whole issue with the Randomiser was awful. And. Just. It... hurt? Not really. There were random bits I thought were pretty cool, and random bits I hated, and the Omnethoth were properly scary then the Doctor made them go rainbow (yeah, right) but then they get blasted anyway. Compassion sorting everything out? But by being a bitch? And... It was all right.
The Slow Empire
I liked the footnotes, except for the bit where you had to flick to the end of the book. The one about "did I really build an entire book on a fucking awful pun?" It was an interesting concept, to say the least, and the issues of the time lag went quite well. The. Um. Oh yeah, when Anji's breaking down Jamon's beliefs and he slaps her and the Doctor says that was quite a nasty thing to do and she doesn't get that he's talking about her. I laughed. And the dreams they had. Fitz the rock star! Down with the polka! I was quite entertained. Oh, but the thing where they were supposed to be going OOC, and the Doctor was supposed to be having various of his selves rise to the surface? I didn't... see that. At all. I was told it. I did not see it. It may have been there, but it was not somewhere I could see. Though I was getting a little sleep-deprived by then. Still, quite all right.
Thus was I yet more sleep-deprived for The Crooked World, which I think is entirely just and fitting. It's mad. It's utterly insane. And at the same time, it's really angsty. I mean, you have this world of cartoon characters. And you introduce death. And the description of the first killing is really quite shocking. Some rather fabulous moments also, though, such as Fitz attempting to explain sex. Um. I'm not... I understand why the continual references to cartoons, but it got to the point... I think it doesn't help that I never particularly liked Scooby-Doo, because I identified with Velma and felt that the others treated her unfairly. No, it... *glares* Anyway, that meant the whole Anji-tagging-along-with-oh-so-not-disguised-at-all-Scooby-gang-thing really had very little appeal for me. I mean, OK, it was a bit funny seeing Anji being patronising one second then "oh, you worked this out already" the next, and the "they have axes, they can hurt us, it's all right if we run" and suchlike. The evil-villain-base... you're providing your own special effects, y'know? And mine weren't all that impressive. (I needed sleep. Really. This was eight a.m. and still not gone to sleep.) I liked the countdown that ended at one... one... one... one... So it started out well, had a few really gripping bits, some funny scenes, and a shamelessly feelgood ending. Well, it left me with warm fuzzy feelings. Which is no guarantee of anything, really.
Oh, balls. I'm babbling now, aren't I? That took up the next half-hour. Oh look, eight o'clock, John Doe, I guess I'll go now.
Jim never had a puppy, but he knew kids that did. And there's one particular mutt he can't help recalling as he watches Blair duck his head and look up entreatingly. It had huge floppy ears - some kind of spaniel, probably - and would go running up to every stranger it saw. Bounciest, friendliest creature in the world. Ran out into traffic. But Blair's too smart to do that - well, most days.
Jim cracks a grin at that, and Blair immediately brightens. His entire attitude is that of an eager little puppy who was worried he'd pissed on the Rottweiler's territory and has now found out that the alpha doesn't mind at all. He bounces off to sort out the detritus of his day, and Jim watches him go.
Carolyn had been like... a greyhound, perhaps. No, that wasn't it. The Siamese cats that an elderly aunt had adored, that would stalk around the house all elegance and grace and utter disdain for anything the young Jim tried in order to befriend them. Huh. Jim had never really been a cat person.
And there's probably something deeply sick and wrong about thinking in these terms, especially when it makes Jim ruffle his friend's hair with a murmured, "Good boy," as Blair settles on the floor and leans back against the sofa. But Blair presses into the touch, and the pair of them simply relax for a while, and it's perfect.
Still, Jim's never going to tell Blair where the name "Chief" came from.
Um-hmm.
Was over at
nostalgia_lj's last night. Much wank was talked, mostly about either Dr Who or science (the latter of which is supposedly my field, which left me frantically scrambling through my mind in order to find anything at all I remembered about, y'know, gravitons and semi-conductors and the size of the Universe. And don't start. Seriously. This got talked at, in circles, until six a.m. Not my fault. Not edithmatilda's either. I wonder who it could have been.) I also read 4 EDAs. Um. Hang on...Escape Velocity
There's something like fifteen hours missing from Fitz and Anji's timeline, if you add it up, because they supposedly met up just after breakfast and presumably the rest of it happened later on that morning/afternoon. But. For the six-hour-drive plus eight-hour-rest until the meeting, they can't leave Brussels until early the next morning. Which doesn't work. Because you could imagine, "oh, I can't drive, I'm too tired, we should sleep first," but they don't, they are tired when they get to Anji's place, and not just tired in the way of been-in-the-car-for-hours. Apart from that... It was all right. I quite liked the Doctor lying. "Oh, that Sam. What a guy. Always tinkering with that Beetle of his." Um. Yeah. And the reunion between Eight and Fitz, and between them and the TARDIS, that was all quite touching. And the aliens were quite good as well. It was a shame about, y'know, the way Anji could destroy them all by pressing a single fucking button. But. Yeah. Ooh. I think it was this one that had Fitz described as "perhaps slightly overweight". Um. Sorry. No. His default description is "skinny". Possibly also "tall", "scruffy", and something about the hair. Not overweight.
The Fall of Yquatine
Ummmmmmmmmm. Right. Yeah. It was a bit, y'know, time-loop. And Fitz was quite cool, as usual, and Compassion pissed me off, as usual, and. I dunno. People seemed to be quite bastards in it. Oh, I liked that... the kid that Fitz met that he tried to warn later turns up all right, except that's only just post-attack so it's entirely possible she gets killed in the subsequent Anthaurk shit, but still. Nice thought. The Doctor doing his "I am better and I will do this and this and this" and. the. Arielle seemed like a self-pitying little bint, the President was an arse, the... And I don't like the loop-ish thing happening. And the whole issue with the Randomiser was awful. And. Just. It... hurt? Not really. There were random bits I thought were pretty cool, and random bits I hated, and the Omnethoth were properly scary then the Doctor made them go rainbow (yeah, right) but then they get blasted anyway. Compassion sorting everything out? But by being a bitch? And... It was all right.
The Slow Empire
I liked the footnotes, except for the bit where you had to flick to the end of the book. The one about "did I really build an entire book on a fucking awful pun?" It was an interesting concept, to say the least, and the issues of the time lag went quite well. The. Um. Oh yeah, when Anji's breaking down Jamon's beliefs and he slaps her and the Doctor says that was quite a nasty thing to do and she doesn't get that he's talking about her. I laughed. And the dreams they had. Fitz the rock star! Down with the polka! I was quite entertained. Oh, but the thing where they were supposed to be going OOC, and the Doctor was supposed to be having various of his selves rise to the surface? I didn't... see that. At all. I was told it. I did not see it. It may have been there, but it was not somewhere I could see. Though I was getting a little sleep-deprived by then. Still, quite all right.
Thus was I yet more sleep-deprived for The Crooked World, which I think is entirely just and fitting. It's mad. It's utterly insane. And at the same time, it's really angsty. I mean, you have this world of cartoon characters. And you introduce death. And the description of the first killing is really quite shocking. Some rather fabulous moments also, though, such as Fitz attempting to explain sex. Um. I'm not... I understand why the continual references to cartoons, but it got to the point... I think it doesn't help that I never particularly liked Scooby-Doo, because I identified with Velma and felt that the others treated her unfairly. No, it... *glares* Anyway, that meant the whole Anji-tagging-along-with-oh-so-not-disguised-at-all-Scooby-gang-thing really had very little appeal for me. I mean, OK, it was a bit funny seeing Anji being patronising one second then "oh, you worked this out already" the next, and the "they have axes, they can hurt us, it's all right if we run" and suchlike. The evil-villain-base... you're providing your own special effects, y'know? And mine weren't all that impressive. (I needed sleep. Really. This was eight a.m. and still not gone to sleep.) I liked the countdown that ended at one... one... one... one... So it started out well, had a few really gripping bits, some funny scenes, and a shamelessly feelgood ending. Well, it left me with warm fuzzy feelings. Which is no guarantee of anything, really.
Oh, balls. I'm babbling now, aren't I? That took up the next half-hour. Oh look, eight o'clock, John Doe, I guess I'll go now.
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Date: 2003-09-08 03:17 pm (UTC)I have a crap memory for EDAs, I really do. But there's this bit in Crooked World where the Doctor's come up with some insane weapon, but it's not really a weapon...I loved that bit. It was so...Doctor-y. And I have a strange nostalgic fondness for Scooby Doo which no-one I know seems to get, but that's alright.
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Date: 2003-09-08 03:26 pm (UTC)and it's a... custard-pie-thrower-thing that reloads, and he uses it to rescue Fitz and then the two of them run away holding hands. is good fun.
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Date: 2003-09-08 05:15 pm (UTC)Yeah, the custard thing! I was giggling gleefully when I read that. You go, Doctor.
Hmmmmmm
Date: 2003-09-08 03:34 pm (UTC)Quite the contrary.
Fitting in an odd sort of way.
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Date: 2003-09-08 03:48 pm (UTC)Thank you.