I DON'T KNOW IF I CAN HANDLE THIS COMBINATION OF QUINTO AND VEIDT AAAAHHHH


MAN I AM SO EXCITED THAT'S A WEEK EARLIER THAN THEY'D PROJECTED FFFFFF

I AM GLAD YOU ARE ABLE TO RECOGNIZE THE SERIOUSNESS OF THIS, AS IT IS AN IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT ABOUT AN IMPORTANT MAN.

ADRIAN VEIDT THANKS YOU FOR YOUR TIME AND CONSIDERATION.



I hear that ZQ is an aggressive top, so he'd easily turn Veidt into the USS Ozymandias.

OH MY GOD BUT THAT IS WONDERFUL NEWS!

I AM MOVED TO TEARS!

I KNEW MAKING DAILY OFFERINGS TO MY OZYMANDIAS BUST WOULD WORK.

THIS IS STUPENDOUS NEWS.

ALSO, I THINK YOU MIGHT VERY MUCH ENJOY THIS.

ADRIAN/JON PLEASES ME GREATLY AND THERE IS AN UNFORTUNATE LACK OF SMUT INVOLVING THOSE TWO. I GENERALLY DON'T SLASH (OR GO CRAZY PAIRING UP HETERO CHARACTERS) AS I USUALLY STICK TO CANON; BUT ADRIAN WITH ANYONE* SEEMS TO MAKE SENSE, MOST OF ALL, JON.



*But no Rorschach. Seriously, that's disgusting.

And I have such a crush on Jon, it's RIDICULOUS. I love you too, Dan, but I would stick with Mr. Osterman.

THIS, ALL OF THIS. I AGREE SO MUCH IT IS NOT EVEN FUNNY.

YES.

Jon and Adrian don't get enough love in the Watchmen fandom, perhaps because they're so enigmatic; but that's what's so fun about loving them! They provide hours of analytical fun! And going out on a limb here, but they had the most integrity as well and my heart bled for them so very much.

Also, I LOVE Hollis Mason. He's the reason I've ever cried whilst reading a graphic novel.

Exactly. And that integrity is what makes Ozymandias such a great villain (and character!) whether you find him morally reprehensible or not.

I HEART HOLLIS TOO. He is super great, but that part was so, so hard for me to read. I was actually pretty relieved that they didn't really show it in the film. :(

I had heard that Hollis' death is included in the full version, but that would end up altering the bar scene in the film if it is. Also, I had such a hard time moving on to the next chapter after his death; it was the promise of more Adrian and Jon that got me through.

Watchmen forced me to evaluate situations and morals that many of us would most likely view as black/white, right/wrong. Of course there are no absolutes in the real world and I ended up relating to, sympathizing with, and agreeing with charatcers and actions that I never would have considered before.

I found a particular vulnerability to Adrian; his exterior was cold and he had a strong public stoicism, but there was something very real, warm, and sensitive underneath the surface. Matthew portrayed that beautifully, I think. To give anything less and play it straight as a villain would be a disservice (and I'd demand Snyder's head on a pike). All other previous script drafts ended with Adrian getting killed off, which completely ruins the story and makes it too easy on the audience.

I was also so very thrilled for Jon by the end, to see him so genuinely happy. I often wonder if I could love a man like that, and I'd like to think I'd give it my best. It's not as easy for me to articulate my love for Jon as it is for Adrian, all I know is that I immediately fell for him the moment his character was introduced. Jon's origins barely edges out Adrian's as my favorite of their background stories.

Nyota/Manhattan fic would be absolutely intriguing, albeit crack-y.

Have you seen Under the Hood? I haven't yet but I want to mainly because of Hollis. ♥

Ambiguity is key to Watchmen; it's what the entire story is built upon really, so to have characters that are incredibly multi-layered, conflicted, and human reflect that ambiguity is truly wonderful. I love the fact that Watchmen challenges us to understand them even if we disagree.

I could definitely be persuaded to read some Nyota/Manhattan fic!

I haven't seen Under the Hood yet, though I do know that the dvd includes some behind the scenes footage of Watchmen, some of which involves Adrian being awesome.

I loved the moral ambiguity; every one lives by their own code of ethics like the rest of us, and to be forced to intimately know characters who clash agianst your own morals was uncomfortable, but necessary and realistic. People unfamiliar with the novel who hated the film were most likely offended by that, and I even heard some of the angry reactions in the theater when I saw the film.
What amused me most, however, were the people cheering for Rorschach but then being disgusted by Adrian. One such fellow in the audience was muttering to his girlfriend over the fact that Adrian not only succeeded, but lived.

I still have Adrian fic and Terminator Salvation smut to get to, but a Nyota/Manhattan fic would be a wondrous challenge. Hopefully my head won't explode from trying to write Jon correctly.

I think the people who blindly fawn over Rorschach are doing it wrong. Period.

omg, is Marcus/Blair? *squeeeeeee*

YES TO BOTH.

As we should all learn from Baltar, boning sexy robots is both logical and awesome.

Venture Bros. Dick Cavett. Thought you might appreciate it.

I absolutely do ♥

I'm debating whether or not I should buy a vintage copy of Playboy for an interview with him; though judging from how well their interviews were back then (the April 1970 interview with Peter Fonda was highly impressive), it may be worth it.

My favorite Kurt Vonnegut interview was conducted by Playboy. If you've got the dough, you may as well.

Certainly can't beat $10 for Dick Cavett with the added bonus of vintage smut.

You'll have to tell me all about it! You know, I've never viewed a pornographic magazine.

I'll scan the hell out of it and post it here. I've also been entertaining the thought of posting vintage Playboy/Playgirl/Penthouse scans here. And I still need to scan that Rollingstone article pissing all over Nixon after he died, along with some fantastic articles about film censorship from the '70s and the Children of God cult.

So much scanning to do, I feel like Michael Ironside.

Did I just attempt a terrible David Cronenberg joke? Why yes, I just did.

tweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE


Scanners by ~joelravioli on deviantART

If you're ever incredibly bored, here's a short film I made back in the day, beginning less than a month after I watched Scanners for the first time. The influence is pretty overt at points, though I've always had a soft spot for both cranial explosions and psychic chicanery.

For years, I had a major aversion to violence and gore in films until I finally snapped and went headfirst into Tarantino and Cronenberg. I then realized the hilarity of exploding heads.

I'll certainly watch your short film when I'm able to.

Don't feel obligated to at all-- I don't want it to be one of those things.

Oh, I don't feel obligated, and it does look interesting; I'll most likely watch it Saturday when I'm at work in the library's Local History room. Currently, I'm being horrified at the circumstance of David Carradine's death.

What do we really know about that? Last I heard, it was rope around the neck (and "part of the body") with some people claiming it wasn't a suicide.

It's now being speculated by the police as "sex play accident":
http://entertainment.timesonline.co.uk/tol/arts_and_entertainment/film/article6435604.ece
One of his ex-wives had a variety of claims about his sexual life:
http://www.thesmokinggun.com/archive/carradine1.html

I just find it all so awkward and it reminds me of Bob Crane and Michael Hutchence; the strange circumstances of their deaths will constantly loom over them.

I suppose we'll have to wait and see-- somehow I don't think that Carradine's death will come to partially overwhelm his identity in quite the way that Bob Crane's has, though I don't have much more than intuition to back that up.

What's that icon from?

Perhaps not on the scale of Bob Crane, but I think it's a shame that bizarre and/or tragic deaths can end up overshadowing the body of work left behind. But then, I'm no help with that, as most of my favorite public figures/celebrities are the tragic ones.

I made the icon from a Ben Whishaw photoshoot for AnotherMan magazine:

I knew he looked familiar.

Did you know that "grenouille" is French for "frog"? I just found that out the semester before last...

Honestly, I don't think that dying of autoerotic asphyxiation would be that bad. It'd make lots of people feel awkward, something I enjoy. Anything but a generic heart attack/stroke/etc.

I really need to brush up on my French, as I learned it throughout high school and then never continued with it after graduation. I still get a thrill out of correcting incorrect English subtitles, however, so I know I'm not completely lost.

David never did live a conventional life, so it would seem fitting to go out that way as well.

I, of course, am not speculating as to what he would have wanted. I expect that I'll eventually end up committing suicide-- which I say in the least emo/depressive/cry for help way possible. I really want to avoid car accidents. Cars are like guns; they make me uncomfortable.

I tire of people calling suicide an easy way out, as it takes a great deal of courage to carry it out, as well as being highly personal. Depression and anxiety run in both sides of my family, and in all my years of dealing with it, I could never fully realize my own attempts (well, obviously). I can now see myself living at some point past 30, which I certainly couldn't before. Perhaps I'd been watching Sid and Nancy and Abel Ferrara's China Girl a bit too much, but I found their deaths intriguing.

Car accidents are frightening, especially when you're not the one driving and you bear the brunt of it. My parents grew up in Indiana and have stories of State Troopers at the annual county fair displaying graphic photos of car crash victims.

I'd say that, while suicide can (and probably usually is-- you know how people are) a weenie thing to do, the way people react to it is totally reflexive. Everyone assumes that suicide is always the result of irrationality brought on by desperation. Everyone assumes that those who commit suicide have done so because of something banal and obviously fixable, such as romantic angst or fiscal trouble. Everyone assumes that, because they aren't considering suicide, they're fundamentally different from those who do-- they're sane, well-adjusted, strong... and so on. These are the same people who will fly into mental gymnastics in a heartbeat rather than confront the contradictory nature of their own beliefs, the same people who are too cowardly to tell the truth when doing so would precipitate even moderate discomfort. And this is yet another reason that their very existence makes me vomit.

Cars just make me uncomfortable. Call me the anti-Numan. The thought of killing myself or someone else purely out of an attempt to get from A to B more quickly seems very anti-me.

I've been told more than once "Get over it" when it's not that simple. My mom, bless her heart, thought one of my attempts was due to the stress of my classes (or so she seemed to; I've later learned that she has difficulties dealing with this as she's had her own issues with depression). I'm sort of amused by the fact that I've dealt with personal issues for years, but I've always been everyone else's therapist. I've just recently learned to be more selfish for my own sake. As it stands, I don't think I've accomplished enough with my life to die quite yet. Also all of the lamentations of the what-ifs after someone's suicide grate my nerves, as it seems so self-serving.

There was a girl I knew from junior high through high school, and I'd always found her to be unpleasant. Imagine my surprise when I was typing up obituaries at work and came across hers. She died in a car crash on the highway by plowing into the back of a semi. The funeral was the day after, as it was explained to me that she was either decapitated or burned beyond recognition. Or perhaps both.

I have no idea what kind of sense I'm making right now. I'm a bit of an insomniac and should probably try to get some sleep. Later I may post about Diane Linkletter, as her suicide infuriates me merely because of her father's behavior after her death.

Hah! The Captain Metropolis treatment.

It's 5:05 where I am. I'm lying in bed, listening to my shiny new iPod and desperately trying to find Neal Cassady's The First Third interesting.