“Utopia” has to be the best DOCTOR WHO episode of the new series, if for no other reason than it made me feel like I was twelve again, jaw dropped in awe of all the levels of awesome!
I’d always thought more of David Tennant’s episodes were more good than bad, but there was something that didn’t click the way Christopher Eccleston’s run did. I think it has something to do with age. Not mine, but the actor’s. To me, the image of the Doctor as this older, adult figure went hand-in-hand with his being a 900 year-old traveler in time and space. Whereas David Tennant is just over two years older than me. Not that his Doctor isn’t all manner of awesome; it’s just that some of the edge was taken off. Eccleston, on the other hand, has almost a decade on me. His Doctor, and his episodes, still held a bit of that larger-than-life gravitas for me. I enjoyed his run while fondly remembering the old childhood nostalgia.
But watching this last episode, I was right back there! Eleven or twelve years-old on a Saturday night with the lights out watching the only thing that PBS was good for (at the time, to me), getting my geek on.
If you read some of my posts on the other blog, you’ll be able to glean that I’m a big GTD and lifehack geek. One of the areas GTD encourages you to monitor and consider on some regular basis is a list of your goals and/or direction one or two years out. The stuff that comprises “Where do you want to be in area X, this time in the next year or two?”
I had three items on a sublist in this category, six months into 2007.
- Get a domain name, which I did yesterday.
- Plug into a networking/support group, which I can now cross off twice over as of today.
- Membership in the SFWA – Well, two out of three ain’t bad, especially when 1 & 2 are bound to help me do that within the next year or two.
Now my other sublist that has the item “20 pices in circulation by 12/31/07”? I’m really off track, but not horribly so. Twenty might have been unrealistic. Yet what I’ve accomplished so far puts me waaay ahead of where I was this time in 2006. The journey vs. the destination…I think I’m starting to get it now.
This is something from the private journal that I thought was worth mentioning here.
If you asked me as recently as a week ago how I felt about my progress as a writer in 2007, I would’ve said, “Piss poor.” If you look at sheer numbers, I’m way behind. However, there’s just no comparison between where I am right now and where I was this time last year. Not only that, but since last week, I’ve made quite a few strides in networking with area writers, not to mention some pretty serious cats via Teh Intarnets.
It’s all about seed-sowing, which is what I’m doing right now and what I’m feeling pretty good with right now.
Written World: 50 Things I Love About Mainstream Superhero Comics
8) The core team of the JSA is essentially a bunch of cranky old men who probably get together with old supervillains to play poker.
This sort of fuels an expansion of this idea in my mind.
I wrote that story as part of my deconstruction of the supervillain archetype. But, I want to take it further. We all know the various and sundry reasons why any superhero keeps fighting the Neverending Battle. But why do villains keep going? Why keep get your ass handed to you on a regular basis? Why cope with the various life disruptions caused by jail time or faking one’s own death?
Because they’re EEE-VIL? That might be a plausible explanation if they won something really worthwhile on occassion. Being psycho might be a better explanation; certainly that’s the one given to us by a lot of villains lately.
Gotta think more about this one…
Jonathan Lethem, Richard Posner, and others reveal their favorite fonts.
Jonathan Lethem, author, You Don’t Love Me Yet: A Novel
I dislike the temptation of making a raw draft look like it’s already typeset. Before computers, I wrote three novels on a typewriter, and there can never be anything but 12-point Courier (double-spaced) forever: I write on an eternal Selectric of the mind. I can even hear the rattle of the metal ball against the sheet of paper, I swear.
Ditto. What’s the point of anything else, at least when I’m generating a manuscript? Although the labels on the folders of my GTD reference files at the day job are all typeset in Trebuchet MS.
Pretty, Fizzy Paradise: I Want More Crimson Avenger, Please!:
I also like how essentially non-gendered her concept is. Her origin story could easily be a man’s or a woman’s.
This brings up all sorts of questions in my mind about the tale I wrote which BYZARIUM published, especially about the secondary character. I wonder how many mistakes I made or didn’t make?
warrenellis.com » Burst Culture:
Bursts aren’t contentless, nor do they denote the end of Attention Span. If attention span was dead, JK Rowling wouldn’t be selling paperbacks thick enough to choke a pig, and Neal Stephenson wouldn’t be making a living off books the size of the first bedsit I lived in.
Whatever: My Policy on Fanfic and Other Adaptations of My Work:
“First: I do retain and reserve all rights to my work. I’m not very squishy about that fact. Just so you know. If you play in my universe, you implicitly accept I have the right to come around, say ‘mine!’ and then stomp off with all your pretty toys. Yeah, I know. I’m a dick. What can I say.
Second: As long as you can deal with that first point, as far as I’m concerned, you may play in my universe(s) as long as the emphasis is on ‘play.’ This means that nothing you do in my universes may:
a) Generate any sort of economic benefit for you, in any form;
b) Generate any sort of economic benefit for any third party;
c) Cause me economic detriment of any sort.”
Not that I ever expect anyone to ever write fanfic about anything I create. Nor have I ever written any fanfic of any kind (unless you count a DOCTOR WHO story I wrote back in the 7th grade as an assignment).