D is for...
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fictualities for a letter on the letter meme, and got 'D'.
Deep Space Nine. "No, [various friends], you will never persuade me of the merits of Deep Space Nine over Babylon 5... Er, what's that guy meant to be? Cardassian? Oh. And what was his name again? No, not Dukat. No, not Damar either, no, I don't think it began with 'D'..."
Daleks. The big one lives in the front room and the tiny one lives in the back. Where do you keep yours?
Denethor. Ah, Denethor. Sometimes I feel I should apologize, but really I think Peter Jackson should first. And I have let you live (twice, if we're counting WiPs), and I think we have made some beautiful music together.
Dystopias. The handbook of the human heart in extremis. Which can frankly make them more than a bit miserable, and no doubt they suit my d-for-depressive tendencies, but the real favourites are the ones that examine both fear and fearlessness, all that people can do under duress, good and bad: The Far Side of Evil, Swastika Night.
Divas. A passable summary of my taste in music: Aimee Mann, Suzanne Vega, Kirsty MacColl, Kate Bush, Shane MacGowan...
Death-Watch. The bestest-written episode of the bestest television series ever. Or was that The Doctor Dances? Speaking of which...
Doctors. Not just delicious Ten or doleful Nine or dubious Seven or deranged Four but any one of a number of decorative docs. Also, me. Go me!
Dads and Daughters. One of my recurring stories: the dysfunctional, unequal father-son relationship is transformed into the functioning, equal father-daughter relationship. Perhaps it's something to do with reconfiguring patriarchy, or more likely I'm still just an angry teenager. Lonely fucked-up people find a measure of solace in each others' arms is my other favourite story, but seemed to offer less D-potential. Oh, hang on...
Doomed love.
Domed cities. Aren't these the most captivating images? All those tiny lights, and how many other tiny lights are hidden but suggested, and what intersecting lives and hopes and fears they signify... The dome is not essential; from it we can get to fabulous cities in general, and from there we can progress to maps, but enough of my rich fantasy life.
The letter meme: ask me to give you a letter, and then list ten things beginning with it, and explain what these things mean to you.
fictualities for a letter on the letter meme, and got 'D'. Deep Space Nine. "No, [various friends], you will never persuade me of the merits of Deep Space Nine over Babylon 5... Er, what's that guy meant to be? Cardassian? Oh. And what was his name again? No, not Dukat. No, not Damar either, no, I don't think it began with 'D'..."
Daleks. The big one lives in the front room and the tiny one lives in the back. Where do you keep yours?
Denethor. Ah, Denethor. Sometimes I feel I should apologize, but really I think Peter Jackson should first. And I have let you live (twice, if we're counting WiPs), and I think we have made some beautiful music together.
Dystopias. The handbook of the human heart in extremis. Which can frankly make them more than a bit miserable, and no doubt they suit my d-for-depressive tendencies, but the real favourites are the ones that examine both fear and fearlessness, all that people can do under duress, good and bad: The Far Side of Evil, Swastika Night.
Divas. A passable summary of my taste in music: Aimee Mann, Suzanne Vega, Kirsty MacColl, Kate Bush, Shane MacGowan...
Death-Watch. The bestest-written episode of the bestest television series ever. Or was that The Doctor Dances? Speaking of which...
Doctors. Not just delicious Ten or doleful Nine or dubious Seven or deranged Four but any one of a number of decorative docs. Also, me. Go me!
Dads and Daughters. One of my recurring stories: the dysfunctional, unequal father-son relationship is transformed into the functioning, equal father-daughter relationship. Perhaps it's something to do with reconfiguring patriarchy, or more likely I'm still just an angry teenager. Lonely fucked-up people find a measure of solace in each others' arms is my other favourite story, but seemed to offer less D-potential. Oh, hang on...
Doomed love.
Domed cities. Aren't these the most captivating images? All those tiny lights, and how many other tiny lights are hidden but suggested, and what intersecting lives and hopes and fears they signify... The dome is not essential; from it we can get to fabulous cities in general, and from there we can progress to maps, but enough of my rich fantasy life.
The letter meme: ask me to give you a letter, and then list ten things beginning with it, and explain what these things mean to you.
