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So I went to see a movie on opening weekend for the first time in ages, even if it was a matinee showing and thus not thronged with people. And The Men Who Stare at Goats was definitely a movie to see with people in the theater because it's really, really funny and movies are always funnier when there are other people laughing with you, or at least they are for me.
But the most gratifying part for me was when the credits rolled and Roommate and I determined that this was actually the prequel to Star Wars. The real prequel, none of that Episode 1 bollocks. This was really how Obi-Wan Kenobi became a Jedi Knight, after being trained by George Clooney and Jeff Bridges. After the movie ends he either warps into the far future or the Land of Fiction and becomes a Jedi Knight, possibly even setting up the entire Jedi order. This involves completely recursive canon but hell, the movie itself seemed to be going for something like that anyway. Thus it is the true and much more entertaining Star Wars prequel, and that is our story and we're sticking to it.
This does require me to let go of the things I actualy like about the prequels, such as Qui-Gon Neeson (possibly my favoritest Jedi ever) and General "Criminally Underused" Grievous, but some sacrifices are acceptable for Jeff Bridges, Hippie Jedi Master. And I'm sure I can work the other two in somewhere if I really try.
Absolutely zero people would write this if I wrote something like this and yet I'm going to write it, just you watch.
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On another quick note, before I go back to studying, laundry, and panicked ficathon writing: Wikipedia tells me that there's apparently a Short Trips volume in which one of the stories has Jo Grant infiltrating an evil version of Pop Idol by becoming a contestant.
Doctor Who fandom: Those crazy American Idol AUs you wrote when you were twelve? They're canon.
Of course, this now makes me doubly disappointed that the Pertwee era (or Who period, really) did not contain a musical episode. I am so completely not arsed as to whether any of the cast could actually sing. That's what overdubbing's for.
(I'd write that fic if writing a musical episode wasn't fundamentally pointless given text's inability to convey music. Hell, if I was good enough at impressions I'd do it as podfic. You know I would.)
I'm tempted to seek out this particular Short Trips collection just for this story (as well as a short by Paul Magrs, who's fast becoming one of my favorite PDA authors), but on the other hand the story with Zoe sounds deeply upsetting and The Lying Old Witch in the Wardrobe sounds...odd. And then there's Balloon Debate, which I intend to skip even if I buy the thing because it sounds like the worst sort of Darker-and-Ediger darkfic, pleh.
Laundry beckons, and so good night.
But the most gratifying part for me was when the credits rolled and Roommate and I determined that this was actually the prequel to Star Wars. The real prequel, none of that Episode 1 bollocks. This was really how Obi-Wan Kenobi became a Jedi Knight, after being trained by George Clooney and Jeff Bridges. After the movie ends he either warps into the far future or the Land of Fiction and becomes a Jedi Knight, possibly even setting up the entire Jedi order. This involves completely recursive canon but hell, the movie itself seemed to be going for something like that anyway. Thus it is the true and much more entertaining Star Wars prequel, and that is our story and we're sticking to it.
This does require me to let go of the things I actualy like about the prequels, such as Qui-Gon Neeson (possibly my favoritest Jedi ever) and General "Criminally Underused" Grievous, but some sacrifices are acceptable for Jeff Bridges, Hippie Jedi Master. And I'm sure I can work the other two in somewhere if I really try.
Absolutely zero people would write this if I wrote something like this and yet I'm going to write it, just you watch.
---
On another quick note, before I go back to studying, laundry, and panicked ficathon writing: Wikipedia tells me that there's apparently a Short Trips volume in which one of the stories has Jo Grant infiltrating an evil version of Pop Idol by becoming a contestant.
Doctor Who fandom: Those crazy American Idol AUs you wrote when you were twelve? They're canon.
Of course, this now makes me doubly disappointed that the Pertwee era (or Who period, really) did not contain a musical episode. I am so completely not arsed as to whether any of the cast could actually sing. That's what overdubbing's for.
(I'd write that fic if writing a musical episode wasn't fundamentally pointless given text's inability to convey music. Hell, if I was good enough at impressions I'd do it as podfic. You know I would.)
I'm tempted to seek out this particular Short Trips collection just for this story (as well as a short by Paul Magrs, who's fast becoming one of my favorite PDA authors), but on the other hand the story with Zoe sounds deeply upsetting and The Lying Old Witch in the Wardrobe sounds...odd. And then there's Balloon Debate, which I intend to skip even if I buy the thing because it sounds like the worst sort of Darker-and-Ediger darkfic, pleh.
Laundry beckons, and so good night.
busy
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