Oh, this made me laugh:

She rose up, holding herself up by the elbows. Her eyes were the color of television tuned to a dead channel. They had nearly as much feeling, too.

ME: Hey, she stole that from Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sheep! Except it doesn't work anymore, because as you've seen people say more than once that color's changed, because televisions tuned to dead channels nowadays are blue...

...oh. Right.

Though now I'm trying to remember if Buffy's eyes are blue, and I'm not sure.

I think Buffy's eyes are hazel.

Harumph. And it was such a lovely joke/reference, too! Oh well.

Mmmmm.... Calico wrote a lovely pre-chip Spike/Xander ficlet. Barely PG, but mmmm. I t heart Calico. (Even though she also single-handedly kicked me out of my RPF squick and into a world of guilty pleasure.)

And I loved re-reading Absent Mind too. Clark and Lex. Blessity bless bless bless.

...oh, ye Gods. Now she's popped my Blake's 7 cherry with Souls of Discretion .

t speechless

t random

...caught another random episode of Blake's 7 again tonight, and damn, I really, REALLY like this show, shoestring budget and all. The HoYay is practically Smallvillian and there are these wonderfully competent and sensible womenfolk in the crew (Jenna & Cally, as it was earlyish season tonight, whilst there was still a Blake on board) who seem to have some days when they dress kinda sexy and other days when they dress kinda functional, but who definitely don't run around being overtly girly or cypherish. And Servalan, who is pure fabulous camp fabulousness on a fabulous stick. Draped in fox fur and dripping with diamonds. My God. And men in shiny black PVC boots. So many things to make a girl go gah. So much moral ambiguity going on too. Love it.

Go Team Infant FayJay with the Blake's 7 fandom. Such good taste I had as a wean, back in the day. I remember very little about the show, but I was terribly distressed when they cancelled it. (And I think Avon & indeed Servalan & the rest probably had a fairly major impact on my infant psyche.)

Oh, it's grand fun, at least once I get myself in the proper mindset. ("It's not a curling iron! It's a gun!") And there is quality in there, too, particularly in the second season.

It was probably a sign for the rest of my life in fandom that I find Blake about thirty times as interesting as Avon. Oh well.

It was probably a sign for the rest of my life in fandom that I find Blake about thirty times as interesting as Avon. Oh well.

Actually, I blame James Mason. The Wicked Lady had a biiiiig impact on me at a tender age, and I've been predictably woohoo about anyone along those lines ever since. (Which is part of the reason I love Eddie Izzard, with his random James Mason impressions. And the makeup thing. Mrs Peel and John Steed all rolled into one snarky and glittering bundle. Bless.)

Re: James Masonish intonation - watched Family Guy tonight and realised, with horror, that I was actually starting to quite fancy Stewy. Er. In a non-scary way - perhaps I should say adore rather than fancy. It's just...nappie-clad criminal mastermind with that whole fruity James Mason voice going on and the woobieness of being so ickle - what's not to love?

Er, who's James Mason? t /colonial

James Mason = incredibly foamy British actor with a lovely voice whose career spanned 5 decades on both sides of the Atlantic. Often played dark, brooding & doomed antihero (see "Odd Man Out", "The Man Between", etc. ::swoons::) or some sadistic madman/genius/pervert (see "20,000 Leagues Under the Sea", "Lolita"), and sometime both ("The Seventh Veil"). His career declined a bit in the last two decades of his life, but he was always immensely watchable.