Dec. 16: Majoline: "favorite headcanon"
Oh, this is totally the wrong question for me, for so many reasons: 1st, because I'm terrible at CANON - all canon is headcanon for me! and 2nd, because I like to imagine things differently from story to story. I totally can't sort out what I believe about anybody, though I believe all sorts of things that aren't true - that Blair was destined to be a detective, the RayK smoked, that John Sheppard was born in Texas and was more of a mathematician than he ever was, that Rodney had this love-hate relationship with his mother, that John Watson likes games and puzzles, etc. And I also just conveniently just forget things that I think shouldn't be true: in my head nobody except Sheppard has the gene - god, that gene therapy was so stupid - and they never went back and forth to earth, and Carter's still running Atlantis. A Scandal in Belgravia ends after the first hour. And Ray and Fraser are living in a Canadian shack.
Dec. 17: Speaking of which: it's Ride4ever's birthday! Happy Birthday! She requested a DS ficlet, and I'll see what I can do with that now that term's over! HANG ON! :D
And here, to get on top of things!
Dec. 18: Quarter to Five: "Compare any two current shows?"
Hm, this is tough because I feel so out of it. But I feel like the quick and dirty comparisons that come to mind are between Luther and Hannibal, and Doctor Who and Sherlock.
To me, Luther reverses the Clarice/Hannibal relationship so that Luther is Clarice and Alice is Hannibal, and I'm totally charmed. I like procedurals, even – or maybe especially – when they're kind of goofy, and I like brainy psychopaths who end up doing the wrong things on the right side :D. But weirdly, though I'm such a Silence of the Lambs person, Hannibal has (so far) left me cold. Is it weird to say it's too shiny? Too--glossy? IDK, I cannot entirely explain this, especially with my slasher's proclivities, you'd think Hannibal would be a gimme, but somehow it doesn't work for me like Luther/Alice, Clarice/Hannibal. And I have this similar (inchoate) feeling about New Who and Sherlock – like, I like the brittle updating of Sherlock Holmes, but I like it rather less in the Doctor. I want warmth in my Doctor, I guess. I want a guy who, however flawed, I can really believe in. I want Tom Baker's light-the-world-up smile, or Peter Davison's slightly dotty earnestness. I want SINCERITY. (Yes, I liked Christopher Eccleson's Doctor because of that, and I liked early Captain Jack, too, and then...IDK, I drifted.) See, I believe
that that bubble wrap is alien goo, and that the saltshaker Daleks can kill me. I believe in fairies, I'm clapping my hands so hard
. I just liked it all rather better when it was made of cardboard and had no budget at all, and the point was to believe. Some things shouldn't have a budget. Wobbling can be good for the heart.You can also read this entry on Dreamwidth ( comments)