A Book of Rogues and Imposters

So star_anise posted a link to an interview with a doctor named Stephen Porges recently (Here is the link).

Apparently 'being interested' in someone/what someone is saying usually triggers a slight widening of the eyes, which tenses particular muscles in the ears, which allows us to better understand what that person is saying to us.

(We amplify our ability to understand others' expressions by amplifying our faces/ability to make expressions ourselves. We are a funny, funny species.)

In the interview, he also mentions he's had some success with acoustic therapy protocols for autistic kids in reducing anxiety and increasing social activites.

Which, y'know, relevant to some interests. Just a touch. *makes gesture*

So I started attempting to do some further reading and research.

( Semi-extensive babble hereunder )

I did not hate it--I definitely didn't hate it to the extent that some people are hating it.

At the same time, I did not love it enough to be happy seeing it a second or third time. Which is annoying, because I really liked a couple of characters and found others compelling, and I'd like to see them again.

I feel like this movie suffers from two big problems. Neither of these are the acting. The performances ran a gamut from trying (our dear William) through to genuinely good (the Huntsman and the Queen, with Snow White running close behind mostly due to a dearth of lines).

( cut for mild to moderate spoilers as to my frustrations and difficulties re: this movie )

. . I may still wind up with a couple new characters from this. I'm hoping just the Deaths version coalesces. Throwing anything more into Witches' Horses needs a whole new story*, not just a gentleman soldier who likes axes and his Jewish wife.

*: Well, really. Where the hell would I fit a succession war led by a boyar's daughter and a guy who had a bad war into the current list of Witches' Horses stories? =P

( also known as good morning, have babble )

I either need more caffeine or I need to stop drinking my tea, my ability to stay on one topic is disintegrating rapidly.

Someone request babble on someone/thing. or a snippet.


[ETA] there is no time limit on this. You are free to request more than one babble and/or snippet.


[ETA2] Snips and babble so far:
Thaddeus, babble and snip (ignore the perverts down the thread, they're bad!werewolves), snip
Phoebe and Aifiric's wedding day
Isael (and Loki-horse), babble and snip, snip
The Morrigan (goddess and person), babble and snip
pre-teen Aodh, snip
baby!Dante, snip
Ian, first worldwalk (Celeloriel is trying to break my BRAIN)
Life in general with the family De'Ath babble

Reread So Long and Thanks For All The Fish a few days ago. Am now entertaining Fenchurch/Ford/Arthur threesome thoughts. Because the tattoo "Property of Fenchurch" on Arthur's arse is right next to the "Property of Ford Prefect" one. She's the sensible one. Ford's the one that comes in the third storey window in the early hours of the am, roaring drunk, with a policewoman's helmet on his head, and then puts up with Arthur pulling out the coffee and the sticking plasters. Arthur, of course, is the one who babbles until kissed silly, then just smiiiiiiiles.

This all makes perfect sense if you're me, unable to pop your ears, headachy, and wondering if there's a intergalactic kegger going on in your heating pipes.

Oh, wait, that's just the new music. Beg pardon.


Reading Jane Austen's Pride and Prejudice while slightly feverish is . . interesting. Especially since it's the first time I've ever read it and I keep wondering if my inability to concentrate for more than a chapter or so at a time is detracting from the experience. Then I get distracted by slash possibilities. And possibly how easily Bertram Wooster would fit into this group. Though Lydia and Kitty Bennett would suddenly find themselves having to gossip about . . well, Bertie.



However. Fitzwilliam. I ask you. What was Darcy senior thinking?

There is something percolating in the back of my head. It appears to be drawing about equally from the costumes in Cavalia, the colours of Venetian glass beads and stained glass windows, an insane desire to figure out which stories are linked to which Line, the predictions of meteorite and fulgarite jewelry, and leftover Chinese.

My sanity is suspect when I'm sleep-deprived, can't you tell?



I was going to babble more, about Correo Aereo and King Arthur and possibly the little squeaking noises Tec is making about how much music I've currently got on his hard drive, but I've run out of motivation. Howe'er, ask and ye shall recieve.

I've been reading too much fanfiction lately. I know because I just had a pair of visitors.

Did you know that George Lucas originally wanted to cast Toshiro Mifune (of Yojimbo, Throne of Blood, Seven Samurai and various other fame) for the rolé of Obi-Wan Kenobi? (This is important, stay with me here) So! Following that train of logic out, if Ben Kenobi was Japanese . . . that would mean that Obi-wan from the prequels would logically have been a disgustingly cute Japanese kid, riiiiight?

(No offense to any Ewan MacGregor fangirls out there, I've nothing against him, really, please don't lynch me ^.^;;)

So now I have this solemn Japanese twenty-something sitting in the lotus position a foot above my muse-space's floor. And Anakin Skywalker (who is NOT a junior contender for Brooder of the Year, thank you VERY much! *glare* he's fast and creative and interesting, dammit! Both his kids were reasonably cool, it can't all have been Mom's fault) is sitting on the floor taking apart my stereo system. I'm not sure what he's going to do with it. I'm not sure I want to KNOW what he's going to do with it. This Anakin actually has a sense of humor.

Horror and blasphemy, I know. Gods forbid Darth Vader started out cool.


( . . . any idea why y'all should feel fear? )