Lisa Smith

Which is no doubt nothing to be happy about for many on my flist, but we see it so very rarely here in central London that it's something to get excited about! We're meant to be getting quite a bit more overnight, but here's Hoxton-in-the-snow as of about 2330 this evening....

( Cut for the sake of those who will scream if they so much as see another snowflake.... )

Going to be interesting seeing how the Tube copes with it, but hopefully they'll be running tomorrow as work should be rather scenic if it carries on like this! :D

There has, of late, been a fair amount of fannish wailing and rending of garments over certain developments in Torchwood: Children of Earth, protests that certain things Should Not Be Done on TV shows where people might have some sort of emotional investment in the characters. Things that, frankly, I have absolutely no problem with whatsoever! But then I thought that, actually, that might have something to do with my early exposure to genre shows, back in the days when spoilers meant reading the Radio Times (which we didn't get). I can remember being upset when Adric died (hey, I was 11!), and then there was the great and glorious (see previous age disclaimer) Blake's 7....

So, here's a fun game! Imagine, if you will, that the same level of fannish entitlement computer and internet access existed back in the days when B7 was first airing. What online reactions and campaigns could we expect to see to each character death? Each replacement character? The destruction of familiar sets? Separations? Solo stories? Random blondes? Never mind the way it all ended! I'll admit to having only hazy memories of much of it, but I know there are folks out there who are much more familiar with it than I am.

Thoughts, rants, wails, rended garments (any of which may, or may not, bear a passing resemblance to certain more recent fannish storms), etc in comments, please. Go on, you know you want to. ;)

(Please feel free to pass on.... :))

This is for jwaneeta, who will understand. You kinda had to be there.... ;)

I got a package from mimarie yesterday, containing a cry for help (she'd been stranded in the family-infested, internet-free wilds for a week), a CD, and a rather cute kiddie's board book. Which appeared to have been ever-so-slightly adulterated with the aid of a few carefully placed post-it notes:



"That's not my bunny. Its paws are too rough.

That's not my bunny. Its tail characterisation is too woolly.

That's not my bunny. Its eyes aspirations are too shiny.

That's not my bunny. Its nose is too wrinkled It's entirely too cute and fluffy.

THAT'S my bunny! His ears are so soft. He's a vicious little bastard and he's bringing his friends...."

Hmm, you'd never guess that she was my beta-reader, would you? Not that her bunnies are any less delinquent, mind.... ;)

Thanks, Mim - I laughed myself sick over that one (and welcome back to civilisation, btw)! :D