“How many witches are there in the world? Have you ever seen one? Would you know a witch if you saw one? And what would you do if you saw one? For that matter, do you know a cat when you see one? Are you sure?”
I love this story to absolute pieces.
Note: Some background. Apparently I’m supposed to be a writer. However, I’m going through a phase of writer’s block that’s cannibalizing my ability not only to creatively write, but even to follow through on commitments for other people, and that’s not okay. While restlessly browsing resources the other day I was reminded of the concept of Morning Pages. Four pages of stream-of-consciousness writing, no less. I’m sure most people feel this only works if you do this in the darkest corner of Peet’s you can find, in a Moleskine, with a Blackwing pencil. Well, I have to actually sit at an office desk, so I did it in Google Docs. I’m going to actually attempt to do these. I’ll probably fail. I’ll put them behind a cut, since they’ll most likely be terrible quality, unedited and uncensored, laced with profanity, and utterly awkward for all the people who’d really rather imagine me more well-balanced than this.
Like… millions of tiny voices cried out all at once, but were suddenly silenced
I’m actually not that broken. I think a lot of us knew a show of that calibre was too good for this world. This isn’t the first time a show that I love with my heart and soul has been robbed from me. Everything I love, goes away, in the end…
Good night, you Princes of Motorcity, you Kings of Detroit.
I think one of the greatest things about Titmouse Animation, and particularly Motorcity, is that you can see the pride in the product. When you watch their shows, you can actually sense the fun, the effort, the energy and drive to create something wonderful. The top-notch animation, the exceptional voice acting, and the true unbridled fun of this show all speaks to a labor of love. And I am so disappointed that it’s ending this way.
You mean to tell me that a movie adaptation of one of the best original creator-owned comics out there can’t rustle up less than 500K to bring you sweet sweet bloody drunk eyecandy?
What? You say you saw the trailer at Comic-Con or online, and it’s already being made? WRONG! What you’ve seen is a proof-of-concept teaser made with love and tears and pocket money in the hopes that you — YOU — will love it and support it and lose your lunch over it!
How about something besides a shitty remake or fairytale adaptation for a change?
Go pledge! Get sweet swag as a thank-you gift, and get your ass to the screening next year to see what YOU helped make! GO CHIP IN YOUR LITERAL TWO CENTS if that’s all you’ve got! Let’s make this happen, guys!
Or if you’re too cheap to pledge then for pete’s sake just reblog it so generous assholes can find out about it, ya dingus!
Recently I posted an Androgyne Fashion line I designed. I’ve been thinking about trying to get it (or others like it) produced. I want to design another androgyne line soon. But I’d really love to get some feedback from people who’d wear it.
So, what are your desires for androgyne fashion?
In case anybody needs a brush-up, here are the clothing sketches referred to — Shari’s an incredible designer with fantastic vision and some amazing ideas up her sleeves, and I can think of more than a few people I know who’d be interested in something like this — Reblog with your thoughts or send them directly to Gravitydoll!
Also: if you’ve seen the misquote that Matt Smith supposedly says that there will never be a female Doctor, here’s what he actually said:
Matt: I never see that happening any time soon to be honest. I don’t think it will happen.
The Mary Sue: Because you’re not leaving us?
Matt: No. (because he’s not leaving us) And I’m not turning into a woman.
Noticing the Doctor Who tumblr reblogged a quote from my Matt Smith interview…
The Doctor’s Companion, to me, has always been the viewer-surrogate character, the one full of amazement, wonderment, taken by the elbow and ushered through the cosmos as they struggle adorably to understand the magnitude and awesomeness of the universe. Yet, there’s always the underlying trope of this passive sort of cared-for (yet capable when it counts) snowflake being patently female; the male counterpart (as we’ve recently met in the form of Mickey, Jack, Rory and other incidentals) gets to be the back-up hero, or the doofus maguffin to throw a disguise over the overt sexual hierarchy and give the girl someone to lord over as the Doctor lords over her so completely.
Frankly speaking, I don’t think we’ll be able to have a female Doctor until we can swallow a male Companion.