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Hmm. Well, I'm still stuck on Stargate: Atlantis at the moment. There's some really good fic and vids out there, although I think I'm glad I waited as long as I did to start reading: the fandom's had time to shake itself down a few times. And so much of the stuff on lj is so very good, once you've figured out how to find it. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
pegasus_b is currently slowly eating my brain. I've been waiting and waiting for an informally-done shared world like that to actually *work* long-term, because I feel like that is the most pure and vital evolution of fic-writing culture, and I'm fascinated. (Most of the others I've seen attempted either fizzle, are devoured by drama, or get bogged down in administration and nitpickery. This one's just plain *good*. It must just be the right time and right place and right *people*. Sort of the same way that xf_journals has been amazing me-- it has its problems in terms of keeping a plot moving, but I'd seen enough rp's crash'n'burn that I didn't expect a *completely* uncoordinated one to even *last* like it has, much less still rock.)
I'm now 3,000 words into the SGA/HL crossover of doom, which doesn't sound that impressive until you realize that it's the farthest I've gotten in writing *anything* for about two years. Actually, since I got this lj, which is probably telling ... although the first half of what I have already needs massive rewrites (after I read Critias and Timaeus, darnit, I was trying to get out of having to...) And I can't write the next part until I either find or create a list of everyone we know of on the Atlantis expedition and what they do, because as usual I want it to be all about the minor characters. Plus even if I do finish it, I've developed a terrible case of jitters about promoting it anywhere because a) the general level of writing in SGA is so high, and b) so many of them used to be big names in HL fandom back in the days when I was still reading The New Voyages...
Also, Methos is insisting that he spent most of the early twentieth century using the name 'Dr. Benjamin Pierce', which, while it works remarkably well with his canonical pseudonyms, is ... just ... wrong.
There is one thing that can make me stop reading an otherwise well-written SGA fic, and shake my confidence in the writer, though. It's rare that a characterization issue gets me riled up, but one that does is the assertion that Dr. Rodney McKay, under his facade of arrogance, is hiding deep-seated insecurity. Dr. Rodney McKay is not hiding any deep-seated insecurity; you can tell this because he has been broadcasting his deep-seated insecurities loudly and shamelessly across two galaxies. And only a supremely, honestly self-confident man can afford to do that. Dr. Rodney McKay doesn't hide *anything*-- okay, he's occasionally capable of lying to himself, at least over the short term, and his sense of perspective can be a little out of whack. Actually, one could probably sum up his complete personality issues by stating that if he was hooked up to the Total Perspective Vortex, he would come out either smirking and saying "told you so," or muttering to himself about how he could have designed a better simulator, and who'd decided to use a cupcake anyway, the entropy drift as it got stale would obviously throw off your calculations over time, plus using hot coffee instead would add the necessary level of improbability to explain things like Sam Carter and John Sheppard.
(... did I really just spend five minutes trying to get Google to tell me whether Canadians call them fairy cakes or cupcakes? Yes I did.)
The rest of my free time this weekend was spent trying to get the Jack/Thor bunny *out* of my head, without any notable success. I may post about that tomorrow, if I'm feeling particularly sadistic. Oh, and re-reading the insanely good Jack/Baal fic I found onstargateslash.
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dreamsquirrel stopped by and we had an amazingly geeky conversation, even for us. At one point we were discussing IRC, and said conversation can be summarized thus:
ETA: As to the big news this week, I internalized St. Malachy at too early an age to be anything other than slightly freaked out by papal succession. See you in 2012...
pegasus_b is currently slowly eating my brain. I've been waiting and waiting for an informally-done shared world like that to actually *work* long-term, because I feel like that is the most pure and vital evolution of fic-writing culture, and I'm fascinated. (Most of the others I've seen attempted either fizzle, are devoured by drama, or get bogged down in administration and nitpickery. This one's just plain *good*. It must just be the right time and right place and right *people*. Sort of the same way that xf_journals has been amazing me-- it has its problems in terms of keeping a plot moving, but I'd seen enough rp's crash'n'burn that I didn't expect a *completely* uncoordinated one to even *last* like it has, much less still rock.)I'm now 3,000 words into the SGA/HL crossover of doom, which doesn't sound that impressive until you realize that it's the farthest I've gotten in writing *anything* for about two years. Actually, since I got this lj, which is probably telling ... although the first half of what I have already needs massive rewrites (after I read Critias and Timaeus, darnit, I was trying to get out of having to...) And I can't write the next part until I either find or create a list of everyone we know of on the Atlantis expedition and what they do, because as usual I want it to be all about the minor characters. Plus even if I do finish it, I've developed a terrible case of jitters about promoting it anywhere because a) the general level of writing in SGA is so high, and b) so many of them used to be big names in HL fandom back in the days when I was still reading The New Voyages...
Also, Methos is insisting that he spent most of the early twentieth century using the name 'Dr. Benjamin Pierce', which, while it works remarkably well with his canonical pseudonyms, is ... just ... wrong.
There is one thing that can make me stop reading an otherwise well-written SGA fic, and shake my confidence in the writer, though. It's rare that a characterization issue gets me riled up, but one that does is the assertion that Dr. Rodney McKay, under his facade of arrogance, is hiding deep-seated insecurity. Dr. Rodney McKay is not hiding any deep-seated insecurity; you can tell this because he has been broadcasting his deep-seated insecurities loudly and shamelessly across two galaxies. And only a supremely, honestly self-confident man can afford to do that. Dr. Rodney McKay doesn't hide *anything*-- okay, he's occasionally capable of lying to himself, at least over the short term, and his sense of perspective can be a little out of whack. Actually, one could probably sum up his complete personality issues by stating that if he was hooked up to the Total Perspective Vortex, he would come out either smirking and saying "told you so," or muttering to himself about how he could have designed a better simulator, and who'd decided to use a cupcake anyway, the entropy drift as it got stale would obviously throw off your calculations over time, plus using hot coffee instead would add the necessary level of improbability to explain things like Sam Carter and John Sheppard.
(... did I really just spend five minutes trying to get Google to tell me whether Canadians call them fairy cakes or cupcakes? Yes I did.)
The rest of my free time this weekend was spent trying to get the Jack/Thor bunny *out* of my head, without any notable success. I may post about that tomorrow, if I'm feeling particularly sadistic. Oh, and re-reading the insanely good Jack/Baal fic I found on
stargateslash.dreamsquirrel stopped by and we had an amazingly geeky conversation, even for us. At one point we were discussing IRC, and said conversation can be summarized thus:Him: My impression is that IRC these days consists mostly of guys pretending to be girls cybering with other guys pretending to be girls, even though they both know that the other girl is probably a guy pretending to be a girl.There, we solved the slash and gender question! You can all go meta about more interesting stuff now.
Me: Really? My exposure to IRC is that it's mostly female slashers writing chatporn with other female slashers.
... So then only actual difference is that the men try to keep up a pretense that they're having sex with real women, but the women blithely admit that they're all women pretending to be fictional men.
ETA: As to the big news this week, I internalized St. Malachy at too early an age to be anything other than slightly freaked out by papal succession. See you in 2012...