True Confessions of a Comma Whore

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A little something, compiled from Tumblr images I've hoarded over the months. I'm happy to resize, if you want, but feel free to do so yourself if you like.

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In other celebratory news, I shook the hand of Ilchi from Hanggai tonight at a live music venue. I first noticed the band member I simply think of as The Hot One on the way to the bathroom. I wanted to get the courage to talk to him on the way back, but I failed. Disappointed in myself and giddy from excitement, I went in search of my friends, failed to find them, came back to gather my courage by the bar, went towards the foyer, and backed out again. I was in the process of rallying myself for the second time when I realised that two other patrons were speaking to Ilchi, the guy who founded Hanggai. "Aha!" thought I, "Him I can talk to without completely gibbering like a lunatic!". I waited until he'd left the conversation and returned to the foyer (The Hot One nowhere to be seen, thankfully), and I followed, firmly reassuring myself that I was 22 and a grown woman, not a Japanese teenage fangirl. I finally mustered the courage to tap him gingerly on the shoulder and go "OMG YOU'RE FROM HANGGAI? I WANT TO THANK YOU BECAUSE YOU GUYS ARE MY FAVOURITE BAND OF ALL TIME, ERM, 我世界上最喜欢的音乐对　(MY MOST FAVOURITEST BAND IN THE WORLD) UM YEAH." Then somehow we started speaking Chinese, possibly because my rant in English had been a little daunting for a guy who spoke Mongolian and Mandarin but was a musician, not a scholar of English. Of course, my excitement did not make my Chinese particularly understandable, but I smiled and shook his hand (which I am never going to wash) and he asked me if I lived in Beijing and I said just for the summer and he was like "oh". And then I thanked him again and he smiled. At that point I was lucky that the conversation had ended because the smile alone made me so happy that half an hour later in the cab ride home, the taxi driver asked me if I was drunk. TL;DR: HANGGAIIIIIIIII! And they have a new album out which shall be mine, all mine!

Hey flist - how goes it?

So I have a question to ask you all - a favour, really:
have you seen any fanfiction with references to myths in them recently?

You know, in the midst of some slashy scene, someone is referred to as looking like Adonis with his shirt off. Or if someone references a sword of Damocles hanging over their heads. The Oedipal complex. Someone acts like a PMSing Kali?

I can give audiobooks in return! Or music! E-cookies!

Oh boy. I did not need a new fandom. But I got one!

I'm going to be president of the Sci-Fi Fantasy club at school next year, and out of a keen awareness of my lack of nerd cred in the area of Star Trek, I have begun watching that genius show, starting with the first episode of the original series.

Slash devotee that I am, I am also playing homage to the early formation of slash fandom and the Kirk/Spock pairing. Yet indecisive, lascivious creature that I am, I've decided that Spock/Kirk/McCoy and any combination thereof is perfectly delicious.

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It is spring. That is the time of cherry blossoms, and cheesy lines such as "you're like a May morning". I am therefore plunging myself back into medieval lore, and nearly rolling around in it.

Thus, an audiobook! for your enjoyment!

1215: The Year of Magna Carta - the link is at the bottom of the page
The book itself is brilliant, reminiscent of "A Distant Mirror". The narrator is Cornelius Garrett, who played Thomas of Elsdon in "Robin of Sherwood". And if you ever doubted the casting abilities of the RoS folks, your faith will be restored. He's reading a non-fiction book, but I dare you to unhook from your headphones after 10 minutes!

I want to get back on LJ. There are people here that I just can't ever seem to contact outside of LJ.
COME ON, WOMAN! YOU CAN DO THIS!

Look, I know it's not the best vid in the world, but it's the best Doctor/Master vid to this song that I could find. And it's such a perfect Doctor/Master song. And ignore the stupid intro bit...

I recommend a lot of stupid things when carried away by various passions. But this movie is a banquet for your eyes. Watch it.

You've all heard of the Book of Kells? It's a famous illuminated text of the four Gospels which was probably started in a monastery on the island of Iona. In 806, after devastating Viking attacks, the monks moved to Kells in County Meath, whence the book gets its name. It is gorgeous. I saw it on display at Trinity College a few years ago, and you feel like you could fall into the book, the detail's so immense.

Anyway, this is a fictional retelling of the story of the Book of Kells, involving a charming young protagonist, Brendan, whose overprotective uncle, the Abbot of Kells, keeps him within the monastery's walls. But when a refugee from Iona comes to Kells bearing the book, he inspires Brendan to aspire to being an illuminator and, more importantly, to venture outside the monastery walls. There, he meets Aisling (Eng. Ashley, Ashleigh, etc.)...

And I shan't tell you any more. Because a picture is worth a thousand words and a trailer, necessarily, is worth even more.

This show is so stupid amazing. Now to be honest, I can't really approve of their methods all of the time, but is it entertaining beyond belief? You betcha.
This is your gateway drug episode:


Viking vs. Samurai

Recommended: Shaolin Monk vs. Maori Warrior
Green Beret vs. Spetsnaz

Watch it.

That, my friends, was a good Robin Hood.
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