Isn't it delightful?

Lovely

hawkmoth — Sat, 26 Dec 2015 18:57:17 GMT

I'll have to watch it again, but I thought the Christmas special was a bit of all right! (Meghan cued up FotD/SitL right after, and you know, it all kinda works.)

Now, if anyone across the pond it going to give Dickensian a try, please let me konw what you think. Ta!

Wow

hawkmoth — Sun, 29 Nov 2015 04:38:24 GMT

And...The Doctor is in.

What an episode.

Wow...Time flies, and I need assistance!!!

hawkmoth — Sat, 29 Aug 2015 11:08:28 GMT

Seriously, monkey...I really need to check in more often. But how many people are still active here, what with the lure of all the fancy-schmancy social networking advances?

Me, it's just Facebook. No tweeting, tumbling, instagramming or pinning.

Anyway, first things first...HELP!

I need to connect with someone in the Great White North, O, Canada! Specifically, anyone in Toronto, or anyone else planning to attend the Fan Expo next week. Meghan is going, and it would be great if she had someone to connect with, or at least a contact point in case of emergencies and all that jazz.

She'e travelling by train and staying in a B & B. She's really looking forward to the convention, but hasn't been to Toronto in years. Any help, advice, etc., would be greatly appreciated! Thanks!

******

What I need is to get back on track here, if for nothing else, to kvetch about work, which I can't do on Facebook.

ADDENDUM: What's the first thing I see logging on to my friends' list?? Other people posting for the first time in ages. Ha! GMTL!

Fannishly, I can geek out generally on FB all I like, but there's nothing new on that horizon. Not into zombies, horror, vampires...and the way other dramas are put together these days does not float my boat.

(Except, ask me about Wolf Hall. Wolf Hall! Or Endeavour. And I am up to date with Doctor Who.)

So much for early Saturday rambling. Hope someone can respond to my request.

Be well, everyone!

Ummm...

hawkmoth — Tue, 17 Mar 2015 22:50:05 GMT

Facebook ate my life?

Specific fannish interests waning?

Dunno...

ETA:Also, I will never catch up...

Tough month...

hawkmoth — Wed, 30 Jul 2014 12:07:10 GMT

Lots of friends and relations in distress. Not good, Universe.

Trying not to stress out over Mike's upcoming surgery.

Some good stuff happening...hope it lasts.

And then, in the entertainment side of life, first James Garner. Many great memories of his work. And now we've lost James Shigeta. I have had a crush on him since...good Lord, "The Outer Limits."

And here comes August, and my birthday...

Oh. July.

hawkmoth — Sat, 12 Jul 2014 10:18:51 GMT

So, not much with the posting, being in a fannish limbo and all.

Also I am up too early because of things.

A fair summer so far, not counting the insanity of work and the Husband's semi-annual (um every couple of years?) medical stuff. Good vibes welcome.

Don't like the changes to LJ. I kinda watch a few tumblrs, but...definitely not my thing.

Oh, and four tornadoes touched down across CNY on Tuesday, one of them deadly. We only had "straight line" winds across the city, but wow--I've never seen so much tree and power line damage at one time. And lucky right here! Huge trees down just a few houses up and down the street from our house.

And...that's all I know.

So, April happened

hawkmoth — Wed, 30 Apr 2014 13:28:56 GMT

And was not much of a month. Never really felt like spring (and now it's like March or November), the only highlight being the anniversary surprise from the girls.

And now, damn it, Bob Hoskins has passed away.

Sigh

hawkmoth — Tue, 01 Apr 2014 23:10:22 GMT

I stayed up till 2 this morning reading "Raising Steam." It was...a good story. But so bittersweet. Embers, no sparks. But I'll bever say good-bye to the Disc and all its marvelous inhabitants, not when there are so many wonderful books to read over and over again.

What's that? Winter Storm Vulcan is a'coming?

hawkmoth — Wed, 12 Mar 2014 11:19:15 GMT

Hope everyone out there stays safe and warm today--be careful!

******

Still only raining here, but we're in the "foot or more of snow" path. Maybe.

Phone calls we'll get at the library today:

"Are you closed?"

"Are you closing early?"

"When are you closing today?"

"I need to renew my books!" (Variations thereof of x infinity.)

"Will you be open tomorrow?"

Then there's the entertainment factor of people walking in the door complaining about how awful it is outside.

More fun than anyone deserves to have.

******

You can't make this stuff up.

hawkmoth — Wed, 19 Feb 2014 13:09:58 GMT

Seriously, if your last name is Case, why on earth would you name your daughter Charity?

Modern times

hawkmoth — Mon, 17 Feb 2014 19:16:26 GMT

So, I now own my very first device: A Samsung tab3. Oooh, shiny. (Our family desktop and my very simple cell phone do not count--well, maybe the iPod nano Michelle had--as a grad present from us--then passed back to me a few years ago, does count).

Along with a wireless network for the house, Michelle got us a whatcha-callit box for streaming on the TV. Oooh, Netflix and all that jazz! (We did have Netflix for the computer before this.) Another bold step into the 21st century!

So when I'm watching movies or Brit TV or whatever, I can open the tablet and go searching IMDb or Wiki to get the scoop when I spot an actor whose work I like or who I want to find out more about or confirm where I've seen them before. Which is a thing with me.

(Yet whenever I see or try any of these new tech toys, I can never forget that moment so many years ago, when we scaled up from our Commodore 64 to our first PC [had to have been in '86] and the ever sage Susan Garret gave me this piece of advice: "Learn to love the mouse.")

February?

hawkmoth — Sat, 01 Feb 2014 13:32:00 GMT

How did that happen?

Work is a real drag. We lost a very good young clerk (she took a nanny job, God bless her) and it's absolutely nuts on the desk. Plus it's tax time, and people are just so clueless. They'll grab forms just because they're there, and of course we haven't received all the instruction books, and...arrgh.

It's warmed up a little, and there's another storm due in on Wednesday. We haven't had any significant snowfall yet...all the heavy stuff keeps missing us.

Missing Doctor Who. Hate the wait till September. Still loving Elementary.

And that's all I know.

Where is it from?

hawkmoth — Fri, 03 Jan 2014 05:04:49 GMT

While marathoning "Call the Midwife" series 2 yesterday, I was suddenly reminded of a quote from some other British TV show. One that I must have seen several times, for the line to stick in my brain.

Part of me is sure it came from an episode of Classic Who*. But it could have been from a comedy, or a movie...

Anyway, the line is "I was a Brown Owl."

*"The Stones of Blood?" Maybe?

ETA: Yes! Thank you, Pagefillers Reviews! It was said by Vivenne/Cessair, to the Doctor and Romana, and the actual line is "I used to be a Brown Owl." And I remember it because of Romana's bewildered reaction.

Ha!

Help!

hawkmoth — Mon, 30 Dec 2013 13:08:56 GMT

Suggestions please!

We are hoping to go wireless in the house. I'd like to get a tablet (or laptop?) to use mostly at home, mostly for web surfing, maybe magazine content, streaming (though we'll be getting Netflix for the TV); I need good resolution, easy to read, easy on the eyes. I don't want teeny-tiny, but still easy to handle. And affordable...under $300?

I don't thnk I'll need 4G. But ability to increase memory and all that?

Yeah, I'm kinda clueless.

Merry Happy Joyous Peaceful

hawkmoth — Wed, 25 Dec 2013 11:53:01 GMT

Be kind, be happy, enjoy this day of days!

I liked his hat

hawkmoth — Sun, 22 Dec 2013 23:03:42 GMT

So, I embarked on a little farewell tour for Eleven, watching "The Eleventh Hour" and "The Beast Below" today. I'll run through some more of my favorite episodes, so I'll be really properly sad by Christmas night. (I'm sad, but not terribly upset, that Matt's leaving the show, because I am looking forward to Peter Capaldi stepping into the role.) Really, Eleven's been my Doctor in a way no other has since Five.

It's that time of year...

hawkmoth — Sat, 14 Dec 2013 00:59:53 GMT

...to remember when we were all trepadatious about the fate of our beloved show.

Oh, yeah, and it's almost Christmas. So I took the plunge and posted my Firefly Christmas novella to AO3.

A captain, his crew, shoreleave and a holiday. That's a fun mix. Oh yeah, this is going to go great.

All Is Bright

(I can't tell you how much I still love this story.)

"The Day of The Doctor" Ficlet...sort of.

hawkmoth — Mon, 25 Nov 2013 01:01:37 GMT

And it's NineFic. After eight years. Go figure.

Spoilers, kinda...

Please read?

Title: "Unforseeable Ways"
Author: HawkMoth
Word Count: 218
Rated: PG
Cgaracters: Ninth Doctor
Spoilers: Series 1, 50th Anniversary Special

Summary: Every decision rebounds.

No archiving, please. (c) HawkMoth, 11/24/2013. Comments appreciated!

******

Nightmares are there through all his waking hours. He can't forget the past and yet he's still condemned to relive it.

But in sleep there are actual dreams, which are filled with light, distant laughter and hope. (And how odd that he awakens with the sound of the TARDIS landing in his ears, even when she's in full flight.) The dreams should drive him mad, to see the past unmade and Gallifrey full of life, but they fade quickly in the face of his waking reality, flame and smoke and numbers without end.

He runs, and they're still there. He searches for distractions, but he can't forget.

And then one day, there comes a moment--

Everybody lives, Rose! Just this once! Everybody lives!

--and suddenly he sees her, but not her, full of joy, and triumph, and so is he, but not for London, not for the Earth; for something somewhere else and it means so much more--

Then that moment is gone, replaced by another. But the joy does not fade, and behind it he can feel hope again...though for what he cannot say.

And in the days and years that follow, for no good reason he will suddenly think about sugar in tea, ripples in water and echoes in Time...

But only for a moment.

******

Ah-ha!

hawkmoth — Mon, 25 Nov 2013 00:11:27 GMT

"The Day of the Doctor."

Another Old Skool/New Series connection:

Yes, the Space-Time Telegraph(also known as the psionic beam) was given by the Fourth Doctor to the Brigadier (and of course that end of it wound up in the Black Archive). And it made its first appearance at the end of "The Revenge of the Cybermen," leading right into..."Terror of the Zygons!"

Also, I'm now a wee bit disappointed that no one said the line "Let Zygons be Zygons" during the treaty negotiations.

The Moment

hawkmoth — Sun, 24 Nov 2013 14:39:30 GMT

Some thoughts before I see the special again...

The Moment. Consider that it's Time Lord technology, and therefore must have some basis in temporal mechanics. A weapon that became aware, became self-aware, and developed a conscience. Something like the sentience of a TARDIS? So I see The Moment's interface as very akin to the Doctor's Wife. To Idris. And when taken out of the vaults, aware again and hearing the War Doctor's thoughts, what would that intelligence do? It quite likely has a connection to the Vortex. What would it seek out to make a connection with the Doctor? Sure, a Companion, but it would find a link to something else that was/will be/always is linked to all of Time and Space. Bad Wolf Rose.

(Like the TARDIS choosing little Amelia as the interface to keep Eleven going on the brink of death.)

The Moment has temporal abilities, as does Bad Wolf. Created/powered by the Eye of Harmony? It needed to see the Doctor's past and future, to be able to create the time fissures, to bring the three together to ensure that The Moment would come, would pass, and would never be used. Clever.

And therefore, what happened always happened that way; War Doctor/Nine wouldn't remember, Ten wouldn't remember...but Eleven knows it "now."

So will Twelve, which is why he was there to help.

Works for me!

Oh, Steven, oh, Steven, oh, Steven!

hawkmoth — Sat, 23 Nov 2013 21:16:00 GMT

BEST.THING.EVER.

And oh, I am such a smartie-pants for the title I gave my story last week!

Oh my...

hawkmoth — Sat, 23 Nov 2013 04:24:02 GMT

"An Adventure in Space and Time."

Well done, all!

And that last "cameo" made me tear up a little...

Location, location, location

hawkmoth — Fri, 22 Nov 2013 11:06:54 GMT

Shout-out to Central New York on last night's "Elementary:" Oneida Lake!

And kudos to all involved for pronouncing "Onondaga" correctly!

I have achieved fic

hawkmoth — Sat, 16 Nov 2013 02:18:29 GMT

Inspired by "The Night of The Doctor."

Mad thoughts also derived from "The Iron Giant," the song "Kryptonite," and Classic Who.

Summary: Life, death, and choices

Title: "Neither Hold Nor Stay Your Hand"
Author: HawkMoth
Word Count: 448
Rated: PG
Characters: Eighth Doctor (Cass, The Sisterhood of Karn)
Spoilers: "The Night of the Doctor"

Summary:Life, death, and choices

No archiving, please. (c) HawkMoth, 11/15/2013. Comments appreciated!

******

The TARDIS, as is her wont, takes him where he needs to be. A nearly-abandoned space station, an underground refugee camp, a spacecraft wrecked on an asteroid; places of desperate asylum in a universe rapidly running out of bolt holes.

The War rages on, and he will not fight. He is what he chooses to be, does what he always has done. Intervene. Interfere. (Centuries of breaking the rules and never quite owning up to it.) If there are lives to be saved, he will save them. And then move on before the questions start.

If anyone happens to ask if I made a difference, you can tell them I came and went like a summer cloud.

No one's going to notice or hold him accountable now. He's just one more refugee, and those around him are too busy surviving to notice how he arrived. It only takes the words, "Can I help?" or "I'm a doctor," to distract them from details.

Sometimes he's too late, and can only witness the death throes of a planet, the fall of a civilization.

Yet still he will not fight. This is their war, not his. He is the Doctor first, a Time Lord second. A warrior never. As long as he can do good, he will.

Until it's not enough. Until Cass would rather die than accept his help; in her eyes he's no better than a Dalek, and just as deserving of death.

Hers is permanent, his postponed. Did the TARDIS mean to bring him here, to a planet so far from Gallifrey, but the one place inexorably linked to the Time Lords? Or was it nothing more than chance that sent Cass' ship crashing down on Karn?

That the Sisterhood survives, that the Eternal Flame still burns, and the Elixir of Life still trickles out of rock and stone is all thanks to him.

Light the blue touch paper and stand clear!

And now the Sisters want to thank him, by giving him four minutes to make a choice.

He chose to save a few lives while millions were lost. He wanted to be the good man who would not go to war. All he ever did was in the name he had chosen. In the name of the Doctor.

A name that no longer had meaning, with Cass lifeless before him. Her choice to die.

His to live. To be reborn as something else. If Maren could step into the flame to make an ending, he can take up the goblet to do likewise.

And as promised, it hurts. More than every regeneration put together, he burns with unimagined power. The power of a warrior.

Doctor no more.

******

Oh my God

hawkmoth — Thu, 14 Nov 2013 13:22:44 GMT

"The Night of The Doctor" minisode.

Here: http://www.combom.co.uk/

And it's on YouTube. You'll find it.

WOW!

So...suddenly percolating random thoughts:Nice reveal! Actual image of John Hurt from say, 35 or so years ago? Around the time he was in "Alien?"

"Physician, heal thyself." Ow.

Hmm, Ohica</i was the young Sister of Karn in "The Brain of Morbius." But did the credits say that, or Ohila? So Eight was trying desperately not to get involved in the War, but tried to do good and help on the fringes and sidelines, until Cass's death (and his own) pushed him too far. When Nine and Ten recount specific memories from the War (seeing certain planets destroyed, , witnessing the supposed death of Davros, etc.), how are they remembering? Does Nine think they're Eight's memories, does Ten think they're Nine's? (or was Nine traumitzed enough to think they're his own memories?) Are they lacking the context, having supressed the knowledge of the War Doctor's existence? When Eleven mentions the War, it feels different...somehow he's become aware of the suppressed memories (before the events in "The Name of the Doctor), and is not dealing well with the knowledge. It's all very intriguing, and I don't know if we'll get any real answers in nine days.</lj-spoiler>