In which a voicemail is enough to ruin two days’worth of good vibes

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I HATE phone calls. I don’t just find them inconvenient or stressful (though both are true too), I loathe them. For better or worse phones calls almost never yield good news for me, and not just because I somehow always end up with a person with really thick accent on the other end of the line. Yes I am bilingual. No, that is of no help if I need to hear the voicemail you left me twice and still be uncertain about a key point of it. Also, who the dickens rattles off a phone number in lightning speed and does not even bother to repeat it more slowly. Oh, and douche coworker, I could hear you giggling over the line. You think your English is clearer, fucking. Man. The. Phones.  Anyway, it would seem that I need to compose a very long and very tense (read passive aggressive bordering to aggressive aggressive) e-mail to the lumps of carbon responsible or my high blood pressure these past few months and see if I can’t get this mess sorted finally. And this friends, is why all my good mood from the past few days (I’m nearly not sick anymore, yay!) plus the endorphins from my earlier swimming session went up in figurative flames.

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On the bright side (and mum, if you’re reading this put the Holy Water down, we were mostly joking) this also the sort of situation on which friendships are built. Basically I was ranting to a friend about the whole mess, pretty much prefacing it with “fancy helping me curse someone?” There are few things quite as comforting as an answer of “who?” rather than “what?” or “why?” for this sort of question. I mean yeah, we are planning of talking the ears of everyone slightly relevant to the recruitment process as soon as we clear the pre-employment stage because frankly this whole song and dance started in August and I know for a fact that not nearly enough has happened to me in the past five years to justify a background check still going on. I’m not even kidding! If I wasn’t losing sleep over high school finals or uni, then I was at my parents’ pretty much catching up on sleep, sun and homemade meals. I don’t have a criminal record (obviously) so what in the name of Elizabeth Bennett’s mud-stained petticoat is taking them so frigging long?  Everything we’ve been able to find online suggests that it’s a company issue, that they are just that disorganised. But then again that raises another very serious question. If it’s widely known that they are that bad at their job then why would anyone hire them? Mr. Trickster is having a laugh on my behalf methinks, but I am too stubborn to just no do anything about it. Besides, if I learnt one think in public school is how to loudly complain about things happening that I don’t like.

And with that I shall be off. I have an angry e-mail to write and a story about an inept Russian prince being saved by his girlfriend to continue. Toodles!

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Rogue One, or that time when the cameo did not overshadow the plot

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Yay one for finally watching the movie! And yay two for it being as good as it was! And yay three that I did not scream/giggle/gush or otherwise vocally embarrass myself inside the theatre. Believe you me, it was a struggle. I mean, ok, I knew it would be good. Unlike the -more- mixed reactions that The Force Awakens garnered (shove off, it was a good movie!), since Rogue One premiered everyone and their mother has been raving over how good it was. I was cruelly late to the bandwagon because reasons but, yeah… To be perfectly honest, my consummate fangirl side would have been glad to pay the admission fee just for the Darth Vader scene we had been promised in the trailer and Mother of the Great Hungry Sarlacc did that movie deliver both in terms of heroes and villains!

 

Unfortunately, this isn’t the sort of movie you can discuss without diving headfirst into spoiler territory (Legends included to an extent I’m afraid) so if you haven’t watched the movie yet and you mind spoilers the giant picture below will serve as your last signpost.

 

HERE BE SPOILERS FOR ROGUE ONE AND THE ORIGINAL TRILOGY!

 

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Right! Not gonna lie, I was a little disappointed when the Lucas Films logo wasn’t followed by an opening scroll or the iconic music. I suppose they chose to do so to divide it from the main storyline which, let’s be honest, could have been subtitled “The Skywalker saga” and still be true. Same with the shift in the font as well. The whole, cold opening – title – first act sequence seems to be very popular the last few years and in a way it does serve as a very effective time jump marker. After this slight failure to deliver for the rabid fangirl in me, I actually had to focus on the movie. I had only seen the very first trailer released, meaning, among other things, that certain events utterly blindsided me. Point goes to movie on that one.

More than all the establishing exposition-heavy dialog what I liked about the opening was how well it gave you a feeling on the reality of the Imperial galaxy. The original trilogy was mostly focused on the conflict between Alliance and Empire and son and father, and as such was strangely…small scale, if that is an appropriate term for the movie franchise that made a name for the ages by bringing weapons of mass destruction to a planetary level. The prequels, Clone Wars series included, gave us more of an understanding of exactly how huge the Republic is, how easy it is to entirely disappear with no trace, despite the tracking abilities of Force-sensitive beings and the technology available as well. It is therefore a testament to how pervasive the Empire’s hold is that Krennic (oh we’ll get to him later!) is able to track down the Erso family in the middle of Bloody Nowhere, probably somewhere in the Outer Rim. I suppose it could be argued that they never lost Galen and they just waited for him to be necessary before deploying the Stormtroopers…

All tone-setting elements aside, the opening left me with questions that I felt the movie failed to answer: What was the significance of the Kyber crystal neclace that Jyn is given by her mother? We learn later that Kyber crystals powered the Death Star laser (which begs the question, if the main mining site is destroyed, then where did they find enough to power the second Death Star?) on top of being the basis for lightsabers. And the crystal itself is not a raw piece. It has been clearly polished to its current shape. Did it come from a lightsaber? Did Galen or his wife know a Jedi? They used to live on Coruscant, through the Fall of the Republic so it is possible. Later on, why is Jyn in prison? How long has she been there? She’s clearly used to the conditions but has the necklace and the Empire doesn’t strike me as the type to allow prisoners personal effects. I have to say though, Jyn’s reaction to be being “rescued” by the Rebels was priceless. And it shows that maybe they weren’t as glorified by the general population as the original trilogy might lead you to believe… Which again brings us back to the point of this movie being more grounded to reality (as much as a sci-fi series can be) than the others.

It’s also shown in the depiction of the rebels. They aren’t a united front, they aren’t even all that confident in their prospects. There’s the idealists among them of course, but there are also they ones that are in it for the money, the fighting or even revenge (even Luke is not exempt from that. Lofty
Αποτέλεσμα εικόνας για Davits Dravenaspirations aside, you can’t tell me that joining the Rebellion wasn’t at least in part in retaliation to what it had done to his family). And what  better representation of the less…shiny parts of the Rebellion than General Davits Draven himself. I wanted to punch the guy’s face in. I don’t know what it was about him, maybe I just have issues with authority figures (Mace Windu evoked a similar sentiment), but dear Mother of All he grated on me! He wasn’t even like Tarkin, whom you love to hate, he was just…unpleasant. Maybe it’s because I’ve come across some rather unflattering characterisations of General Madine lately. I’ve yet to track him down on the comics but if half the things the fanfic writers accuse him of or imply about him are true, then we already have an unlikable yet effective Intelligence Alliance General. Do we really need another one?

And speaking of unlikeable, yet entirely understandable characters, Saw Gerrera. Yeah, we’ll be entering awkward territory folks here. A Clone Wars Αποτέλεσμα εικόνας για Saw Gerreraveteran, which, in my opinion, more than explains his attitude towards warfare. Are his opinions comfortable to hear? No, and not just because we as an audience are seeing everything unfold through Jyn’s point of view for the most part. Consider this as well. Gerrera serves as an absent father figure, one that seemingly abandoned our plucky young protagonist. He has seen the fall of the Republic and the rise of the Empire and is disillusioned about the state of the galaxy. He prefers to fight rather than look for a subtle approach. He is, by his own admission, part cyborg and carries with him a breathing apparatus that should by all application of logic hinder his fighting abilities. Does that sound familiar to anyone else? Even a little? And then there is his base of operation: the moon Jedha with its dessert-like environment and obsolete connection to the Jedi Order…

Oh Jedha! I’m on two minds about that entire sequence of events. On the one hand, anything that causes Tarkin a headache is welcomed by me! On the other hand, a subtle scene this was not. Perhaps that was the point they were going for. In keeping with the realism, they needed to  do away with most of the romanticised idealism of the previous movies. And maybe it’s even a good thing that I could see people squirming on their seats. Potential questions of social commentary aside, the Star Destroyer… I refuse to believe that behemoth can be parked inside a planet’s atmospheric layer without a. igniting said atmosphere and b. landing planetside because of the gravitational pull. It made for a really cool visual but other than that…. (And since we’re on the subject, no, there is no way the Death Star could have a targeting system more accurate than “obliterate planet X”)

Speaking of cool things; Chirrut Îmwe and everything he represented were definitely of the sort. Force user outside the Jedi/Sith dual system and the way he used the Force as an extension of his physical  senses is also how I always figured Darth Vader made do with the frankly atrocious field of vision the mask afforded him. His mantra was also interesting, a mix of what was said about the Force in the prequels and the original trilogy. I don’t know if that is because the film is set in a transitory point in terms of how much about the Force is known or because different sects? organisations? Orders? had different beliefs but it was nice. And I suppose if you aren’t exactly swinging around with a lightsaber you’d be less interested in the more combat-related applications of it. Not that the staff wasn’t awesome! Because I am an absolute sucker for staff-like weapons! And if things hadn’t gone the way they had I can totally see Baze Malbus, Han Solo and Chewbacca sitting together and having an absolute geek-fest over their weapons. Same with K-2SO and R2-D2. The sass could simply not be contained!

Meanwhile in the far less colourful world of the Imperials there were so many things that tickled me! Tarkin in all his vulture-like hatefulness and outmanoeuvring superpowers. (I thought the digital rendering was pretty great btw) I did not mind one bit how he replaced Krennic. Although I was confused when it comes to how they were placed in the chain of commander. Pretty sure they called Krennic a Director and Tarkin a Commander, but Tarkin was a Grand Moff in New Hope and does Commander trump Director? Sure, swift promotions around the upper echelons of the Empire are not exactly rare but still… Maybe they just made a mistake in the scenario. And I gotta say what absolutely cemented Krennic on the choke-worthy list was how he tried to sucker up to Lord Friggin Vader to get his position back. Folks, it’s been nearly twenty years. Are you honestly telling me that there are Imperials left alive alive that are not aware of Vader’s short patience?

And bothering him on his me-time? What’s up with that? Although I found it odd that, of all the planets in the galaxy, Vader would choose Mustafar for his seclusion. His introductory scene was so atmospheric! The shadows and partial lightning letting you wonder what exactly is going on, and then the blurry figure inside the bacta tank. -shivers- And it adds to the character, I think, that he goes from healing-session to rain-wrath-on-everyone in less than a minute flat. Some might say that the short order of Krennic’s visit contributed to Vader’s sour mood, but I stand by my point that he just doesn’t like Director Asshat. His voice was a little off in the beginning, but that may have something to do with the copy of the movie my theatre was playing because after a while it sounded like I remembered from the other movies. -shrug-

While I’m gushing over the Scariest Guy In The Galaxy, did anyone else think that the final scene (which was EPIC) sorta mirrored Vader’s introductory scene. Something about the smoke and shadows and the singular source of light (this time being the red blade)… But then again Vader does have a tendency for dramatic lightning in his scenes…

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The only other thing I will say for the closing scene is that it is an experience. And I would definitely rewatch the entire film just for those few minutes.

The attack on Scarif had shades of the battle of Endor. I suppose there are only so many effective ways to sneak in a highly secure military compound, especially when you have the Death Star looming over your head (and it will forever amaze me that that thing can actually jump to lightspeed. I know air resistance is not a thing in space, but look at that shape!). The ground assault was handled well and the stakes and consequences were illustrated in far harsher lines than Star Wars usually has done. (Maybe it has something to do with the shifting attitudes towards movie ratings. According to the MPPA, all Star Wars episodes up to and including Attack of the Clones were given a PG rating. From Revenge of the Sith and onward this was bumped up to PG-13, which admittedly allows for more leeway on what can be shown on-screen.)

I knew going in that the likelihood of any of the main characters of the movie making it alive to the end was slim to none, before I even knew that Darth Vader would have more screentime than the trailer implied (Stan Lee cameo number of seconds…). I was pleasantly surprised to find that of all the death scenes, none served as shock value. They all served a purpose in advancing the plot through its explosive climax and were allowed to be emotional and even quiet at times. Even Krennic got his moment of ironic justice, not that anyone would weep for him. For me, the more punch-in-the-gut death had to be Bodhi Rook’s. Poor man spent the entire film doing everything short of backflips to convince the Rebels he is one of them and just as he reaches a point where there is an element of companionship, it’s bombs away.

Despite my romantic tendencies I was beyond relieved that there was no overt romance between Jyn and Cassian. A lot of their interactions could be taken to indicate a budding attraction (budding being the operative word here) but I just as much liked them as friends. Maybe, if they have survived, it could have bloomed to something else but in the amount of time they’ve known each other and with the stupendous amount of baggage they have between them…no. And before anyone points fingers to the Anidala ship, a. they already were friends, b. they had more time to interact with each other and allow their friendship to grow to something else, c. by virtue of it being a sequel you could make a case of them being -heh!- star-crossed lovers since we kinda need them to be together for the Skywalker twins to be born.

This review has been all over the place and there are a ton of things I didn’t touch upon, but I’ve already hit an essay-length word count so I’ll leave it off here. In retrospect is Rogue One a perfect movie? No. Is it a good one? Yes. It slots neatly in the SW canon, it handles its subject matter well and hits quite a few nostalgic points without devolving into pure fanservice. Would I recommend it to a friend? Not a starter point for the franchise but if they had seen the other movies, then definitely!

Words that NEARLY make me swear off writing

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Nothing quite kills the flow of inspiration like having to rewrite the same word thrice because its spelling never quite stuck or because you’ve never seen it written, but only heard (other visual learners, this is your cue to join me in groaning). As such, and because I have currently nothing else to do but wait for my brother to finally get out of the shower so that I can hog it, here’s a list of words that, after nearly twenty years of speaking English, still confuse me.

That…that is a looooooooong sentence I just wrote…

  • beautiful (I always type it with one “l” but hand-write it with two)
  • university (it’s got “city” in it, why does it have an “s” instead?)
  • bureau (fairly certain I can blame French for this one)
  • hubris (no spelling issue here, just wish people would agree on how it’s pronounced in English)
  • locomotive (I’ve spent a ridiculous amount of time convinced it’s a “k” and not a “c”)
  • ridiculous (no comment)
  • baccalaureate (and may you now also have nightmares on how this demonic abomination is spelled. Whether you tag a “international” at the front or not)
  • any word where there’s an argument whether it has an “e” at the end or not. Why are we arguing about it again?
  • so is it theatre or theater? Cause I know some people who say it’s spelled the way it’s pronounced but I’m such a bas-awkwards  person that I actually pronounce it the way I see it spelled.
  • awkward (all these “w”s it bizarre places)
  • bizarre (in my opinion it looks better with two “z”s and one “r”)

Moana or, why sometimes a simple story is the best kind of story

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Yeah, I finally watched Moana last week. And what an adventure it was, just getting to the cinema with the buses being late and getting their stops mixed up…The type that makes for a long, agonising, lung-burning, foot-hurting, RUNNING kind of story. But I digress! I made it on time for the movie and in the end that is all that matters. But what of the film itself?

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Favourite version of the poster! ❤ ^_^

The trailer had looked really promising and I was going in not with the highest of expectations but certainly hyped. Aaaaaand promptly got the scare of my life when the customary short started playing and I thought I had walked in on the wrong screening. Mercifully a kid a few seats over panicked over the same thing and his mother reassured as both that we were, in fact, in the right place. Now, I’ll try to keep the SPOILERS to a minimum here but you have been warned nonetheless!

The story is the basic, coming-of-age narrative that Disney seems to be particularly fond of, interspersed with some pretty awesome (and catchy as hell songs!). It was awesome to see the song lyrics being incorporated in the narrative and the dialogue too. I don’t know, maybe it’s the movies I’ve watched lately but in quite a few of them the songs felt a bit…I don’t know…shoehorned… (Love is an Open Door, I’m looking at you!) Not here though! And I also liked how the two main songs (other than Maui’s solo) got a couple reprises. It helped tie the plot together and show the progression of the character(s) through the three acts.

Animation was obviously gorgeous and damn if I don’t want to go swimming in that paradise island (Motunui, which apparently a real place in New Zealand…huh!) with it’s white-golden sand, the crystal clear waters and the absolute lack of anything even resembling a jelly fish -shudder-. I also liked the great variation in the character designs but I swear if I hear one more person calling the titular heroine chubby I will break something!

-Quick tangent here just to get this off my chest. Skip below to avoid the rant and return to the movie fangirling-

No, buddy, she is not chubby. Like, at all. She’s a teenager (I think they mentioned she’s 15), with a healthy, athletic body, which, considering what we see of the lifestyle at Motunui is perfectly understandable. Now she doesn’t have a corset-shaped body figure or prominent cheekbones. And that is a good thing! And maybe her legs do not rival those of a ballet dancer but they can certainly carry her through all the running and swimming and climbing and wayfinding she does during the movie. Come on guys, we went through this whole thing when Brave came out! And remember the backlash when Disney published an image of Merida that was more in line with the figures of the Classic and Renaissance era princesses? 

The point is, teenage girls, unless they do some really intensive athletic or dancing regime, will not be as willowy as the heroine of a Gothic romance. And yes, I know this could be considered a generalisation and yes, I have met girls who ate half their body weight daily and still remained thin, but let us go with the common denominator  for a moment. It’s puberty. It puts the body through a major roller-coaster and not just because of the raging hormones. So it’s no surprise that the so-desired harmony of body analogies will be a bit of a pipe dream until the body decides what it actually wants to look like. 

So what’s wrong with having role models for girls (and boys, you can’t imagine how GLAD I was that Maui, as the main male character, was not drawn like frigging Superman) that come in all shapes and, why not? sizes? Moana is a badass because of her actions and her character, not because she’d be able to fit in a size 6 dress. And to people who see this as encouraging girls to be chubby, well….

  1. You’re an idiot
  2. It’s not your body, it’s not your concern
  3. Some people are just naturally built that way
  4. I’d rather see a little girl or even a teenager, heck an adult be what you call chubby and happy and self-confident rather than thin and eternally worried about putting on weight
  5. No one’s body is here to adhere to your standards of the norm or aesthetically pleasing, so kindly keep your comments to yourself and well out of earshot of young people at an extremely impressionate and formative age in terms of self-perception. 

-End of tangent, back to our usual content-

Since we’re on the subject of characters anyway let me sum up my views on that real quick. Moana’s conflict with her parents, mainly her dad, had shades of Ariel’s conflict with King Triton in the Little Mermaid. Only here, and I take this as a sign of how much more developed kids’ films have become, we are given perfectly legitimate reasons for her father’s stance. True, Moana needs to break through her family’s fears in order to become her own person but there is a huge difference between “All humans are evil because I said so” and ” Do not go SPOILERS beyond the reef because I know from experience that that is dangerous”. Also yay for both parents being alive and involved! But my favourite supporting character had to be grandmother Tala! She is exactly the type of crazy old lady I aspire to be sixty years from now. Again, in her relationship with Moana there were shades of grandmother Willow and Pocahontas and -in a non-Disney context- Iroh and Zuko (any A:tLA fans?) She was wise but not on-the-nose about it and most importantly she guided her granddaughter without forcing her down a path necessarily, and I think that was what ultimately gave Moana the confidence boost she needed to start becoming her own person, keeping what she needed from her childhood and its familiarity and shedding what she had outgrown to make way for new experiences.

Maui was a delight and not in small part due to his voice actor’s (Dwayne Johnson) occasional deadpan delivery. At times he skirted meta-awareness and 4th wall breaking territory, which I felt was a bit out of place in a kids’ film but got a few chuckles out of the adults in the audience. I read some people describing as a comic relief character but I honestly didn’t get that vibe from him. Yes, his redemption arc takes the backseat at times (after it’s not his movie) and he is undeniably funny at times, but if you actually look beyond the magic tattoos and snark, his story is actually really dark. Not gonna say more here because we’re keeping this SPOILERS-lite but what little was told and/or hinted of his backstory on the film has me wanting to dig up an anthology of Polynesian myths and get myself sucked in.

Moana herself was a pleasure of a main character. She was a teenager and that included the attitude, the sass, and the irrepressible need to question any and all authority figures, but also the insecurity that comes with being too young to be trusted to make all your decisions by yourself but also old enough to be expected to begin to do so. I can think of quite a few 20-somethings who can relate. She is stubborn to a fault but she is also deeply compassionate. She longs for independence but at the same time freely acknowledges that she needs the guidance of those more experienced than her when faced with an unfamiliar situation.

Really, the only thing the film lacked in my opinion was a clear villain.  The Kakamora appeared early on and, to borrow Moana’s line, were “kinda Image result for moana characterscute”, so no way they’d be our Big Bad. I’ll give them that though. Not since the third Pirates of the Caribbean film have a seen a boat of such bizarre design.

 

 

Tamatoa was creepy (like keep everyone you cherish away from him-creepy), a legit threat towards both Maui and Moana and even got the movie’s villain song slot! He appears in the second act of the film and I half-expected him to show up during the climax too, but… I don’t know, maybe I’ve been Related imageconditioned to expect whoever sings the “It’s great being evil” tune in a Disney flick to show up for the climax.

 

 

Of course when the villain you actually build up throughout the story, Te Ka, looks like this, maybe they felt that two villains, the fate of the world (sort Image result for moana villainoff) and the characters’ own  baggage would make for a too crowded and maybe even overwhelming third act. I have some issues with classifying Te Ka as the main villain, mainly due to how the conflict is ultimately resolved, but in terms of being a fiery demon of death and destruction…. Boy, did the animation department deliver!

 

 

I don’t have much else to say other than, go watch. Drag the kids along if you have any laying around. Like all good Disney movies this is one for the entire family!

 

P.S. Oh! And did I mention how much I ADORE the realistic hair?

A moment of appreciation please!

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For the outfits that don’t require me to take my shoes off when trying them on!

For the hairstyles that still look in place even as you take off and put on your hat again and again and again….

For London being cold enough to keep me alert but not freezing.

For Wi-Fi hotspots!

For comfortable shoes!

For whoever invented the geek paradise also known as Forbidden Planet! Seriously I spent an hour in there just browsing, and if I didn’t have other places to be I’d stay there longer!

Anyways, I’m somewhere near Oxford Circus and about halfway through my tour de force of Christmas shopping. I have heard beautiful tunes and ear-bleeding mashups and remakes of the Christmas classics. I’m pretty sure I’ve ruined yet another pair of tights. And I’ve found my favourite Christmas Starbucks cup so far!

And all things considered I still look relatively rested, don’t I?

Or at least I will when the coffee kicks in…

It’s a bit strange around here… Like it’s the Christmas season but not quite. I mean the lights and decorations are up and the songs are being played and people are obviously taking advantage of the seasonal sales. Yet there seems to be something…missing… Maybe it’s the 2016 exhaustion finally catching up with everyone now that it’s nearly over, maybe it’s to early yet for people to be in the full swing of things, maybe I’m out of it…

Decorations like this do put me in a good mood though…


And then there’s those people on the list that you just can’t figure out what to get them. Personally I hate the sort of gift that screams I got the first thing that looked vaguely interesting! And for that reason I end up drawing lists over lists, trying to reconcile taste with budget and size (size too, do you have any idea how hard it is to pack for a Christmas visit home when you have only one suitcase and your carry-on?)… Most of the time I can figure something out but there have been occasions where…well…time was sort, so first decent thing was the way to go… 😦

I think I’ll head to Selfridge’s next. I’ve never actually been inside the shop so it’ll be an experience even if I don’t get something. We’ll see! 

Until then, peace out!

Christmas shopping round 1

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Yup! It’s that time of the year again! The time when people realise that Christmas and the assorted December  celebrations are just around the corner and there is a big difference between planning the shopping and actually doing it!

Which finds me at Clive’s, a small fiber on Museum street for breakfast today. Let me tell you, the pancakes are to die for! And since -oh dear, what a coincidence!- I’m in the neighborhood, well, I just have to visit the Atlantis bookshop too! The fact that o would happily spend in there hours is irrelevant. After that it’s Oxford street, Soho Leicester Square market and so on and so forth…

I whine but I kid. Actually my cousin recently asked me how do I know what to get for everyone. Honestly, I ask in case they have their heart set on something. But if they don’t or if they hit me with the dreaded “whatever’s fine” line I go with the rule of the Shoe. Stroll around, browse and wait for something to click. Also get off the high street as much as possible. In most cases, the hardest it is to find a shop, the most unique the gift you’ll buy from it. Unless it’s the TARDIS-like magic sglhop I read about in a story years ago. In that caseyou so much as look at something, you end up in an adventure. Which would be a pretty sweet gift for some…

Anyway, the shops are open, my coffee is growing cold and the day is sadly short so I’ll sign out for now and pick this up on the next coffee break. 

See y’all later and happy shopping!

The trouble with great ideas

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The other night I was running commentary with a friend over some episodes from Season 11 of Supernatural (particularly the one where Chuck makes his -dubiously- deus ex machina return). Here be SPOILERS so you have been warned. Since Amara’s character was introduced I figured she was the elder sister, and frankly Chuck’s nigh-constant whining about her points to younger sibling, no offence intended to anyone reading this. All questions of sibling dynamics for beings on the higher end of the divinity scale aside it got me thinking and going all head-canon-y. The Supernatural verse is frustratingly vague in terms of how-things-work on the subject of Creation, though, to be fair, in a show were all religious pantheons and Darwin’s evolution theory coexist the explanation would no doubt make somebody’s brain explode.

And it’s so annoying cause I am so close to marrying all these potential Creation and End-of All stories in one cohesive explanation! It’ll probably be something I’ll work on over Christmas, since I really want to talk about it, but it is also the type of post that will require research and diagrams and possibly me bugging a friend or two to beta-read it before it goes up… And therein lies on of the major issues that most often hold me back from writing. I think I’ve talked about it before but telegraph version is that:

a. There is no true correspondence from language to language

b. I tend to think in several languages simultaneously -and sometimes non-verbally- when working through a complicated problem

c. Have fun translating to words of a singular language the mental equivalent of a fractal, especially in the subjects of existential philosophy and Jungian philosophy….

I had a go at it when I was writing my MA dissertation (because analysing archetypal mythological Aspects and their evolution sounded fun in theory) and let me tell you, my first drafts were a textbook case of “It’s funnier in Enochian”! And I can’t even read Enochian! But yeah… it took a lot of reworking and rewording and the end result doesn’t say nearly as much as I’d like it to but at least it’s accessible to people who did not spend a few years of their lives reading up on mythology, Campbell’s theories of the questing hero, Jungian archetypes and, yes, even trope characteristics. I suspect this upcoming post will go through a very similar process… Hey, if you guys fancy I can scan the original, handwritten post too for comparison’s sake! We’ll see. Either way, bless my ability to remember dialogue from movies/episodes/books. Much as I wouldn’t mind rewatching the show there’s the small issue of days having only 24 hours… And me, for better or worse, needing to do other things with my time too…

Stay tuned however! I’m not about to let a damn good headcannon go wasted!

Until then, cheerio!