There's blood on your hands and I know it's mine, I just need more time...

[girlanachronism]

It seems my purpose in life is to steal memes...

The problem with Livejournal is that we all think we are so close, but really, we know nothing about each other. Hence, I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. Then post this in your LJ and find out what people don’t know about you.


That, and listen to angsty music. Thank you, White Lies. My mind is now officially full of tragedy, unrequited love and bad behaviour at funerals.

Also, I spent a large portion of today casting my favourite books in my head. As I often do. The one that stuck me was Good Omens. (Fair warning: I have loved this book for a long time and will rant about it on a semi-regular basis) Now, I know it was going to be made into a film but it fell through, and the rumoured casting choices were Johnny Depp as Crowley (well, YES. Clearly. Because it's Johnny Depp. And it is clearly specified in the book; 'good cheekbones') and... get this... Robin Williams as Aziraphale. WHAT THE FUCK.

That is wrong on so many levels.

But anyway, the point is I can't come up with perfect casting for Good Omens. Got any ideas? Who is Aziraphale: English, intelligent, and gayer than a tree full of monkeys on nitrous oxide? Who Crowley, the dark-haired Angel who did not Fall as much as Saunter Vaguely Downwards?

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[greenpixiehair.livejournal.com]

*high five fellow curly girl*

Sexy librarian glasses? WANT. My glasses are... well, halfway between funky coloured plastic square ones and just normal basic ones.

Oh noes! You know not the Good Omens? Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman? You must be punished! I know... I'll make you read my writing! MWAH HA HA!

Really, I was playing ipod-on-shuffle pic game (one song, one fic, stop when the song stops...) and one of them was a Howince... and since you told me how much my lickle drabbles torture you...

MWAH HA HA (again)


...


Who Let You Go - The Killers

Howard doesn't think about the others. What does it matter who had him before? Vince is his now. He knows it, because as cunning as the preening little budgie can be, a morning smile that warm and trusting can't be faked.

There were others, though. How could there not be? He always had offers. And if there was one thing about Vince that stayed constant, through his days as fluffy-carefree-giggling Vince, or pouting-posing-tight-jeans Vince, or ripped-and-torn-punk-prince/ss Vince, it's that he's eager to please. Willing to do almost anything.

Following someone from room to room just to be close to them.

Talking about nothing and everything at the same time, all twisted up so they can't tell which is which but it doesn't matter because they're laughing.

Big wide eyes searching their face for any scrap of affection.

Ok, sometimes Howard thinks about the others.

[huntingsnarks.livejournal.com]

WAAARGHGG!

Heart... thrumming... with little ecstasies of pure fluff...

That was just gorgeous. Such a pinpoint little summary of Vince's character, and oooh, possessive Howard. Preening little budgie! Searching for affection! Really, it's quite heartbreaking. Keep them coming!!

And just to let you know, I am thoroughly ashamed of myself for failing to have yet read any Gaiman, despite owning two of his books. (eep.)

[greenpixiehair.livejournal.com]

Now I'm all embarrassed :) your praise is undeserved! But you've got me in one - it seems I have a kink for sweet-and-needy Vince and possessive Howard.

And I'll write more if you want it, madam! *tips hat in your direction*

Oh, you know what you should do 'bout Gaiman? Read one or two of his short stories to see if you like. He does really good short stories. I just bought a book of them, called...hang on *runs to desk* called Smoke and Mirrors. It's good.

[huntingsnarks.livejournal.com]

I did like the movie Stardust - quite Princess Bride-esque, and I love that book too - and I own the novel, so I should really get a move on. But Smoke and Mirrors sounds tempting too.

[greenpixiehair.livejournal.com]

They're great - horror stories mostly, but pretty horror stories, like fairytales and so well written. Sort of unclassifiable, I guess.

Oh, hey, I could transcribe his version of a christmas card if you like. It's in the book, only a quarter of a page.

[huntingsnarks.livejournal.com]

That sounds like it would be a great introduction, if you wouldn't mind...

[greenpixiehair.livejournal.com]

Nicholas was...

older than sin, and his beard could grow no whiter. He wanted to die.

The dwarfish natives of the Arctic caverns did not speak his language, but conversed in their own, twittering tongue, conducted incomprehensible rituals, when they were not actually working in the factories.

Once a year they forced him, sobbing and protesting, into Endless Night. During the journey he would stand near every child in the world, leave one of the dwarves' invisible gifts by its bedside. The children slept, frozen in time.

He envied Prometheus and Loki, Sisyphus and Judas. His punishment was harsher.

Ho.
Ho.
Ho.


He writes in his intro he wrote this cos he got so many hand-painted christmas cards from artist friends he wanted to feel talented too. I wonder if they got his sense of humour? :)

[huntingsnarks.livejournal.com]

I do like it, that nice 'ho ho' at the end was quite chilling. :) Still... I'd kinda prefer to be Santa compared to Prometheus. Hmm, delivering presents, worshipped by all compared to becoming daily eagle feast....

[greenpixiehair.livejournal.com]

You speak the truth there. but each to his own, I guess. Maybe Neil likes birds? And it might be a bit horrible to be worshipped and celebrated while you scream and yell (as much as you still can, cracking ancient bones) that it's not like that, it's prison, it's hell, but they can't hear you and they paint you on books and on posters, always smiling...

DAMMIT GAIMAN YOU'VE GONE AND SPOILED SANTA FOR ME.

[huntingsnarks.livejournal.com]

It really is quite creepy. Eee. You ever read Albert Camus? He'd have something to say about Gaiman's santa, much in the style of Sisyphus - ie, St Nick would have to enjoy it in some respect, as we all must give meaning to our lives somehow, even to the most pointless of tasks.

Ah, look at me destroy fun literature. Oooh, makes me feel all warm and pretentious. :p

[greenpixiehair.livejournal.com]

*snuggles in your warm pretentious glow*

The only Camus I've read is The Outsider, which was kind of spoiled for me by analysing it a year later in English with THE WORST TEACHER EVER who went on and on about how it was all about existentialism (fair call) but then couldn't even describe to the class what that was, and just confused everyone. And then he wrecked A Dolls House too, which I hadn't read before so is completely destroyed for me.

But yes, Camus would probably go along those lines, wouldn't he? Or something about inevitability and the benign indifference of the universe...

[huntingsnarks.livejournal.com]

The Outsider was frankly not to my liking, really - though so much food for thought. I much preferred The Plague, which is entirely worth reading. It screws around with your mind. It presents a million philosophical viewpoints all skewed in Camus' particular existentialist direction, as a town in Algeria suffers from the plague, is quarantined, and everyone starts dying. I had an insanely good english teacher - but she had a moustache and was SCARY, so karma balances everything out, I guess.

[greenpixiehair.livejournal.com]

Good old karma. :) I promise to give The Plague a go.