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The (Cyber) Bag of Weasels

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"About as much fun as a bag of weasels"...when I first saw this Irish adage, it made me think of the life of a writer: sometimes perilous, sometimes painful, certainly interesting. My paper journal has always been called "The Bag of Weasels." This is the Bag of Weasels' online home.

Friday Memeage!

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Firstly, I was tagged by rhapsody11. This one is interesting, I think. Here are the rules:

Below is a series of open-ended statements that you can answer in any way you wish. (Your favorite song at that time, the name of the head of state, the color of your favorite shirt, the name of your school, the name of your crush, a fear or worry you remember, a sport you played or whatever else strikes your fancy.)

You may stop at whatever age you wish, or continue on for hopes for the future if you like. If you've seen more years than are listed here, feel free to add on!

Then, tag four other people you're interested to see memories from.


So whom shall I tag? tarion_anarore/elf_muses, greenknight33, ssotknapsack, and linwe_ancalime. As usual, I'm trying not to double-tag or tag people who aren't online much. And if you want to try this meme, consider yourself tagged!

In the year I was born:
1981. My parents had been married not quite a year. My dad used to tease me and claim that I was almost the flowergirl in their wedding.

In the year I turned/was 5:
1986. The Challenger exploded. Many years later, I would realize that I was not a kid anymore when I was training employees at The Piece who hadn't been born when Challenger broke up.

I started kindergarten. I met Julia, the girl who would be my best friend for many years to come, on the bus, on the first day of kindergarten. She could read and I could not, so she would often read to me. There were three other kids on the bus called Megan, Molly, and Adam who all got off at the same stop. I found it notable that the three kids in My Little Ponies were called...Megan, Molly, and Adam!

In the year I began school:
1984. I started preschool at a place called Fit By 5 when I was three. I got in trouble there once because we were instructed to "creep over and sit beneath the parallel bars" which one nefarious Lord-of-Caves-in-training interpreted as "creep over and swing on the parallel bars." There was also a large ramp that was called (for some reason) The Perky, and a circle made of yellow tape where we would sit as a class. Sometimes, large pieces of the tape were missing; we were told that Cookie Monster had eaten it.

In the year I turned/was 13:
1994. This was one of the few years where I actually had a group of friends. There was a group of us who all wrote stories, and after three years in school together, we'd found each other. I separated from most of these friends when I chose to go to the Parkville High School for Maths, Science, and Computer Science rather than going to my home school, with my friends.

Each month, a different friend would host a sleepover. We played with Ouija boards and made up stories to go with the letters we got. We practiced putting each other in trances; I was great at putting my friends into trances but could not go into one myself.

In the year I turned/was 15:
1996. I recall this as my worst year of school. Bobby and I ended up with completely opposite schedules, aside from World History, which was a nightmare. Bobby and I--along with a classmate Hansoo--were sort of class heroes for having the guts to tell off obnoxious teacher of said World History class, Ms. Brown. We were required to take Computer Programming for the magnet school, and we got caught cheating...and got off the hook because our teacher liked us and felt sorry for us, obviously not at Parkville for Computer Science but required to take Programming anyway. On the last day of tenth grade, we defied Ms. Brown--who was also our homeroom teacher--and stayed with our Biology teacher and watched Forrest Gump and Top Gun. Naughty parts and all. He was leaving the next year, so he didn't give a shit. The Big Scandal of tenth grade was that "Dawn and Bobby were engaged."

And the Ravens came to Bal'more, hon!

In the year I turned/was 16:
1997. Titanic was out in theatres, and I got obsessed with Titanic history, though my interests were quickly exhausted. The Big Scandal that year was that we in the junior class chose "My Heart Will Go On" as the theme song for the Junior/Senior Prom and the senior class chose "My Heart Will Go On" for the Senior Ball as well. Very intense drama. We had four different English teachers that year. I received my first award in writing for my short story "The Outcasts" (that will never see the light of day again, so don't bother asking!) I remember Ms. Kemery--our fourth and final English teacher that year--went to the awards ceremony with me and bought me balloons. I started working at The Piece, two weeks after my sixteenth birthday.

In the year I turned/was 17:
1998. I would graduate high school in 1999, while I was still seventeen. One of my circle of friends from middle school, Laurie, was hit by a car and killed shortly before we graduated. I hadn't seen her since eighth grade, but I was devastated. I was chosen to receive awards in Biology and English; Bobby received awards in Biology and Social Studies. I was accepted to UMBC with a full tuition scholarship. Bobby and I went to Senior Week in Ocean City with our friend Dennis, who won a Hulk Hogan CD in a game on the Boardwalk and would put on the track "When the Hulkster Gets to Heaven" whenever he had to take a s***.

In the year I turned/was 20:
2001. September 11th happened, five days before my 20th birthday. Bobby and I spent some time apart, and it was the worst year of my life so far. Hopefully ever. Bobby and I went to the Olympics at The Piece and won the Best Teamwork award, and we started training as cooks not long after.

In the year I turned/was 24:
2005. Life was good. I had graduated and started working at the WAU. Bobby and I had been married for a year and living on our own for a year. I shared AMC in my LiveJournal and started writing again.

In the year I turned/was 25:
2006 to present. Well...it is happening now! Bobby and I decided to return to university to finish our Biology degrees. We pursued our open water scuba certifications. We went to Puerto Rico. We adopted a gorgeous little golden-haired puppy named Alex.

In the year I turned/was 30:
I will hopefully be happily writing and look back at the stuff of which I am proudest now and think it awful. Bobby and I will quite possibly be living someplace warm and diving on coral reefs every day.

In the year I turned/was 40:
Perhaps I will have finished my novel and have it published? Maybe I'll even have figured out what I want to be when I grow up.

Alex will be an old man.

In the year I turned/was 45:
I will still believe in magic.

In the year I turned/was 90:
Mine and Bobby's life together will have just begun.



thefridayfive is all about work!

1. Would you rather have a fun job that doesn't pay well or a boring job that does?
Depends...is the job so boring (and so liberal) that I can write? That's my current job. If not for my writing, I could not stand being at the WAU; most days, it is terribly boring, and many other days, I am alone for all or most of the day. Some days, I don't talk to another living human until I get home and talk to Bobby at 5 pm.

But I can write...and it does pay okay.

So if I can write at said boring job, I'll gladly take that. If not, I'll do the fun job (which well might be...writing!) and be happy and poor.

2. Would you sacrifice your morals for a job?
No.

3. Would you ever take a job that requires you to be in costume?
I can't rule that out! I would, for example, skate for my job, and skating requires a costume. If I could write for my job, I quite possibly might wear my cloak and Elf ears, just because (and to freak out the UPS guy), so I suppose that counts too.

4. What is your fantasy job?
At the moment, I think that writing is the only single job I could do for my whole life. Even then, I'd probably take occasional part-time employment for fun or for a change of pace. I suspect that I will work in foodservice again, sometime in my life, just because I like it. Or train dogs. Or teach rollerskating. Or use any number of my other odd talents!

5. Would you like fries with that?
I worked foodservice for years, luckily not at a place where I was required to ask, "Would you like fries with that?" No, we were a step up. We asked, "The side order is French fries; is that okay?" They could also choose cole slaw, applesauce, broccoli, mixed vegetables, mashed potatoes, stuffing, corn, or onion rings (for an extra charge).

It's sad that I remember that.



Aaaand, the fannish5 is a good one too!

What five nitpicky things do you wish writers in your fandom(s) would get right?

*sigh* Since I suspect that this could cause Drama and possibly open Thy Dreaded Can of Wyrms, please note that these are my personal opinions. Which means that you're welcome to disagree (nicely please!) without worrying about knocking the Earth off of Her axis.

1. Fading. I'm still in the midst of researching an essay on this, yes, but my feelings are still that "fading" has nothing to do with "death of grief," and unless I find stunning evidence to the contrary, this will probably remain one of those things that inexplicably irks me, for whatever reason. Probably because the notion of fading as I understand it is so much more interesting and complicated and story-worthy than the fanon idea of fading.

2. LaCE. Ah, that thing called simple "LaCE" that certain canatics like to beat like certain extremist factions unapologetically beat their Bibles. Only there are a lot of problems with LaCE that I'm not going to get into here...enough that I don't trust it much anymore. I have no problem with authors who choose to use it--AMCverse is very strict with regards to it--but please don't act like it is the only interpretation and that the document is not without flaws (and subtleties often missed by certain canatics).

3. Thangorodrim. Most notably, how long Maedhros hung around there. And how he was kept alive...or not. I'd like to figure this out for certain myself! Though another inexplicable fandom pet peeve involves utterly inprobable Thangorodrim scenarios. Right alongside this are utterly improbably chopping-Maedhros-down-from-Thangorodrim scenarios. (Now is a nice time to pimp frenchpony's To Save the Whole, with a note that it is not for the faint of heart but probably the best representation I've yet seen of Maedhros's rescue from Thangorodrim.) I once saw Maedhros cut down with a strong swipe from an arrowhead. What next? A sewing needle??

4. The Halls of Mandos. Namely that they're not Catholic Hell. There are no Elves being roasted over eternal hellfires here. The Halls of Mandos are said to be strange and unknown to the living, which seems to be a plea for some creativity in representing them.

5. The Silmarillion Should Be Trusted. No, it should not. It was "written" by people with their own opinions and agendas with regards to history. Again, I've no problem with people who choose to write "by the book stories," but those who disparage authors who choose to think a bit more about other historical possibilities than the single view shown in The Silmarillion really make my hair stand on end. My personal thought is that if you write "by the book," then you should have reasons for believing it unequivocal truth. But I'm weird like that. :)
  • Perhaps I will give you a Friday Five (now that it's Saturday, if only in the very technical sense of the word).

    1. Would you rather have a fun job that doesn't pay well or a boring job that does?

    I'm a graduate student. You tell me.

    2. Would you sacrifice your morals for a job?

    Morals? What morals?

    But seriously, folks. . . morals, no, if only because ethnomusicologists are required to hold themselves to a certain professional/moral standard if they want their work to be taken seriously. Dignity, yes. I have sacrificed dignity before. But not morals.

    3. Would you ever take a job that requires you to be in costume?

    Believe it or not, I've already done this. At the bookstore, lo these many years ago, they would occasionally host parties for small children in which wacky, lovable characters performed antics to entice children with enough lack of a life to be attending a bookstore party on Saturday morning to buy a book. Guess Who got to do most of the dressing up.

    My best costume was for a Madeline party. I was Miss Clavel, a nun. The rest of the staff were so tickled by the nun outfit that they made me wear it all morning, starting at 8:30. We had some very confused customers ("Where are the cookbooks, Sister?"), and I had my picture taken next to the display copy of one of the Sister Wendy art books.

    4. What is your fantasy job?

    Mild-mannered ethnomusicologist by day. . . Costumed Crimefighter by night!

    5. Would you like fries with that?

    Depends. Is "that" a grilled cheese sandwich?

    (Now is a nice time to pimp frenchpony's To Save the Whole, with a note that it is not for the faint of heart but probably the best representation I've yet seen of Maedhros's rescue from Thangorodrim.)

    *blushblushblush*

    All credit goes to a book explaining various surgical operations for the layperson, a book on the fashionable aspects of starvation in the Victorian era, and way too many movies about the liberation of Auschwitz at way too young an age.
  • Five Nitpicky Things

    I agree with all of yours. The concept of fading is complicated and, from my understanding, very different from its canon form. I won't even mention my views on Laws and Customs... but I will say that I have thought about the Thangorodrim situation in depth, and I find the idea that he was hanging there for twenty or so years (or however long people say) is ridiculous and physically impossible. My interpretation is that he was stuck up there not too long before Fingon found him, and had previously been imprisoned in Angband. I have never read about Mandos as Hell, and I'm sure I don't want to. And the Silmarillion... it reads very much like a secondary source. While I think that the overall series of events and some large details coud be truth, there's an awful lot of room for alterate interpretation in there.

    Here are five things I arbitrarily thought of just now in no particular order... I think most of them are more contentious and subjective than yours, and I do realise that complaining about them does not make my opijnion right. Many people will disagree with me here.

    1. Elvish language and names. It bothers me disproportionately to see improper Elvish.

    2. Drabbles. I can't help it. I hate all drabbles. It doesn't matter who writes them or how. I just hate the form.

    3. Stories that are so canonically correct they have no point. The purpose of fanfiction as I see it is to explore some new aspect of the world and tell a new story with familiar fandom elements. Not to rehash Tolkien's own work or expand on an idea with no innovation.

    4. Spelling. I really do have no right to complain about this, and I realise American spelling is perfectly legitimate and correct, but every so often I come across a word like 'prize' used as a verb, and have to stop, frown, and wonder how this got past the beta until I remember it's the American version of 'prise'. It's not wrong, but it does throw me out of the story.

    5. Hypocritical cricicism. This one I can actively complain about. Receiving criticism of your canonicity from an author who writes complete schlock is ludicrous.
    • Re: Five Nitpicky Things

      I won't even mention my views on Laws and Customs...

      No need to! You wrote an essay! ;)

      I will say that I have thought about the Thangorodrim situation in depth, and I find the idea that he was hanging there for twenty or so years (or however long people say) is ridiculous and physically impossible. My interpretation is that he was stuck up there not too long before Fingon found him, and had previously been imprisoned in Angband.

      That's rather like my view as well. Twenty-five years (or as long as fifty, I've seen, in some places) is too long. Even with a stronger constitution from being of Aman...no. Though it is always interesting to see how people who use this as canon justify his surviving that long, like, "Morgoth came to float in space and force-fed him gruel!" or "Morgoth enchanted him so that he couldn't die!" Having him in Angband and able to interact with Morgoth and others is also--imo--much more exciting from a literary standpoint as well.

      Elvish language and names. It bothers me disproportionately to see improper Elvish.

      Which is why I avoid writing in Elvish entirely, as I am a nitwit when it comes to languages.

      Drabbles. I can't help it. I hate all drabbles. It doesn't matter who writes them or how. I just hate the form.

      In original fiction, I generally despise flash fiction. I've seen it pulled off well (rarely), but most people, it seems, write flash fiction because they don't have the time or talent to devote to a full-length stories and think that being being overly brief and vague makes their writing somehow profound. Or maybe I'm just being cruel because I tend to hate flash fiction. ;)

      Fanfic drabbles and whatnot bother me less, since there's usually a context that allows for more content, if that makes sense. Like, "Maedhros was hanging on Thangorodrim...." Five words and we understand what it's about that would probably take fifty words in an o-fic (that someone would nonetheless try to squeeze into five in the interest of brevity and "profundity"). The remaining 95 words can be spent on something of substance...well, as much substance as one can squeeze into 95 words.

      And it does annoy me when someone announces, "I am writing Something!" and--a week later--unveils...a drabble? Wow. Or once, I offered to help someone with Silm/UT research for a writing project and spent hours rereading and copying passages for her...only to discover that she was writing a frickin' drabble. (That was never finished, I might add.)

      Or that meme not long ago: "Write a story in six words" where people substituted netspeak and *actions*...that's not a story, that's a chatroom.

      So yes, I understand hatred of drabbles and flash fiction, though I do think that it can be done well. On occasion. But one of Dawn's Rules of Fiction is "If you can't write a story in 5,000 words, don't try to write one in 100."

      Stories that are so canonically correct they have no point.

      Amen to that. To quote a friend: If I wanted to read Tolkien, I would read Tolkien. I'm looking for something new and engaging, not a rewording of a book I've read a dozen times now (and carry in my purse, so I can reread it whenever I'd like!)

      Hypocritical cricicism. This one I can actively complain about. Receiving criticism of your canonicity from an author who writes complete schlock is ludicrous.

      Oh, I bet you can actively complain! Knowing the sorts of "criticisms" that I've received on my stories, I can only guess what you get on yours. (Which are much more "controversial" than mine.)

      I'm always amused when I ask one of these lovely individuals, if they are so certain that my canon is incorrect, perhaps they could provide me with proof? Like quotes, not their own I'm-sexually-repressed-and-don't-like-my-Elves-screwin'! "interpretation," if it can be called that. It's always interesting how they never reply...and one would think that if they were out to save the world from fanfic evil, they'd have them readily on-hand. Hmm....
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  • What, I can't even answer half of those! I'm too young! ;P

    Most notably, how long Maedhros hung around there.

    Do you mean that you want someone to figure out this for "certain" or...Hmm. This is too much for my brain at this hour, apparently!

    I also thought, "Huh?" the first time I saw "Thangorodrim" (without yet reading the description after that), since -unless one is talking about the geography/location thereof- I don't really see there as being any sort of "right or wrong" per se... I need to stop trying to be intelligent/coherent at 1 AM. Though, I can see how the arrowhead thing would be too much of a stretch to be believable, though I can also see why one wouldn't really want to dwell on that. Personally, I just avoid writing about it (in detail or at all; practically seeing the same thing happen with a rope is more than enough!).

    Namely that they're not Catholic Hell. There are no Elves being roasted over eternal hellfires here.

    I'll agree, though I can't recall reading any stories like this. It could be a form of hell at first, as one tries to reconcile with their own personal demons but...even I haven't roasted anyone over hellfire yet!

    It was "written" by people with their own opinions and agendas with regards to history.

    Agh!! Back Foul Bunny! I thought I had you caged!!

    I saw the fannish5 prompt, and could only think of three things off the top of my head, one of which I've now forgotten and the other which applies to writing in general, not fandom specific (that being when people use netsp33k in their st0Ri3s!!1!).

    Hope I haven't dug any holes for myself in my tired state!
    • Do you mean that you want someone to figure out this for "certain" or...Hmm. This is too much for my brain at this hour, apparently!

      I don't think that it can be figured out...though I see so many implausible scenarios that maybe a little help would...erm, help? :^P

      The Silm is vague on it, and since I take that as my personal canon, then I have a good amount of liberty in my own interpretations.

      Though, I can see how the arrowhead thing would be too much of a stretch to be believable, though I can also see why one wouldn't really want to dwell on that.

      I understand why people gloss over that particular detail in stories. It just makes no sense (to me) to do so by making things too easy. It is not that difficult to confine the dirty business to a single vague sentence (or cut away entirely, pun intended) rather than forsaking logic. And surely, if Fingon brought arrows and a harp, he might have remembered a hunting knife? It's certainly not improbable and makes better sense than some of the scenarios I've seen.

      Personally, I think that he used the strings off of his harp. (Kidding!)

      I saw the fannish5 prompt, and could only think of three things off the top of my head, one of which I've now forgotten and the other which applies to writing in general, not fandom specific

      I could write a list of one hundred about writing in general.... *evil grin*

      And no, you didn't dig any holes. No need to worry. ;)
  • Lots of fun memeage! :-)

    Hmmm ... Fannish5.

    Concerning #1, #3 and #4 I'd say it all depends on the execution. (Though I think severing a hand with a needle would be kind of difficult.)

    #2 ... did you notice yet that Tolkien never said that Elves are virgins when they marry?

    #5 ... well, it takes a bit imagination and brains to think beyond the written word ... *wink*

    Tolkien - facts/truth - do ppl remember that Middle-earth & Aman are not, like, real? That Tolkien made it, like, up? And changed his mind about the details he was making up a gazillion times?

    Sometimes you've gotta wonder ...
    • I do wonder when people leave comments to me that read like their heads are about to explode if they're forced to read another word of my heretic bullshit...do they know that there is a pretty obvious green arrow in the upper-left corner of their screens that quickly and painlessly eases their agony? :^D

      I sometimes wonder what would happen if these people crawled out of mom's basement long enough to experience real conflicts and real issues worth caring about.

      As to the fannish5....

      Fading is just a pet peeve of mine. I can't even conclude (having not finished surveying all of the HoMe) that fading is definitely not the same as death of grief. This is just my conclusion, halfway through the project. But I tolerate stories that make it so; I don't even air my grievances with the author. I have crawled out of mom's basement. ;) And we all see things differently, and that's okay.

      Thangorodrim could be interesting, using some of the strange scenarios people have suggested (like severing a wrist with an arrowhead) if they weren't in such defiance of logic. Severing a wrist with an arrowhead would be interesting to a sick person like me, just as long as it isn't done in a single clean sweep.

      Mandos as Hell could also be interesting, thought out a little, rather than lending the feeling that the author is just rehashing the comfortable & familiar from her Sunday school class. But again...to each her own. I can find the little green arrow quite well by now. ;)

      did you notice yet that Tolkien never said that Elves are virgins when they marry?

      Oh, yes. *evil grin* In AMC, Maedhros's "girlfriend" makes reference to him not being a virgin, and while I originally intended this to mean that Elves defined "virginity" (as do some people) as the lack of any sexual fooling around (where Nelyo has had quite a bit of that, if not actual consummation), now that I'm not so keen on LaCE (or what people want to believe LaCE says), it poses interesting possibilities for unapologetic smut in the future for new angles to the story.

      well, it takes a bit imagination and brains to think beyond the written word ... *wink*

      *more evil grinning*
  • 1. Fading. I'm still in the midst of researching an essay on this I look forward to your essay.

    2. LaCE. I won’t even start on that. I did write something in a Hasa challenge relating to the parts about sex claiming it was a dubious text that cruel adolescent elves enjoyed showing their younger and more innocent friends as a form of torture.

    3. Thangorodrim. I agree that he could not have been hanging there for years and that freeing him must have been grim and difficult. Excessive guilt on the part of Fingon scenario irritates me also. (Actually working on something about the immediate aftermath right now—so I’ll get a chance to work that one out of my system.) Read French Pony's piece and agree with you on that description--well-done without being excessive.

    The Halls of Mandos. Namely that they're not Catholic Hell. Absolutely agree with this one. Valinor is not heaven either—have noted that is mainly in 4th Age fics--makes me equally crazy.

    5. The Silmarillion Should Be Trusted. I take my research seriously but regurgitated/unconsidered canon is deadly dull.

    On others’ comments:

    Claudio on spelling: My pet peeve is mixing of British and American spelling. The belief that throwing in a random word with British spelling into a fic that uses American spelling adds to the authenticity of the piece hurts me.

    Receiving criticism of your canonicity from an author who writes complete schlock is ludicrous. That’s bad. Worse is receiving pompous criticism of your canonicity that is wrong (not arguable or controversial, but just plain ignorant).

    Not a fan of drabbles in general or vignettes. (However, two pieces I loved recently that really do not qualify as either, although they are very short, are Dawn’s “Hatred” and “Of Evidence”—bugged people to read these.)
    • I won’t even start on that.

      Lol! How many of us say this whenever LaCE is mentioned? :^D

      Excessive guilt on the part of Fingon scenario irritates me also.

      Excessive, angsty guilt tends to annoy me, period. It always feels like a cop-out to me; guilt is such a complex emotion and so rarely black and white...or I don't find it so, anyway.

      Of course, I love complex emotions to an unhealthy degree.

      Valinor is not heaven either

      Yes! Thank you! Though I find it interesting to consider Valinor's perception as heaven (versus the reality that it is not)...I exploit this idea in nearly any story about Feanor. :^P

      The belief that throwing in a random word with British spelling into a fic that uses American spelling adds to the authenticity of the piece hurts me.

      Dude. I've never seen that. I don't want to.

      I will admit that American spellings are somehow less graceful than British spellings, but short of revising all of my spellings, I'm not going to change how I learned to write. My sister has been doing this for years, since she lives in England and married a British woman, and she is still finding odd words that are spelled differently. Like "mould." :^P

      Not a fan of drabbles in general or vignettes.

      Ditto. For me, they'll always be more of a writing exercise to curb my...erm, loquacity. ;) But even drabbles that I enjoy while reading them rarely leave the same sort of impression as full-length stories. I'm very old-school in this, I know, but my favorite stories are usually long and very elaborate in part because one can achieve far more complexity in terms of characters, and good characterization is what really brings a story to life for me.

      And thank you for bugging people to read my stuff! *squee!*
  • Arrrgh! Dratted no internet thing! I would so love to do these memes too, but I ain't got to time now and no internet later. Grrrr... but I'll get to it at some point.

    I was looking at the beginning of the first meme and I saw that you were born in 1981. I always thought that you are only one year older than me. Hmm... Also, that first meme provides me with the opportunity to tell you (again!) that you have a great life and many things to be proud of.

    As for the work meme... I.do.not.want.to.talk.about.work.anymore. I do believe that I have you all fed up with unpleasantries about it already.

    Now the fannish pet peeves....we see eye to eye on, as we see eye to eye on many other things. I must admit that I am also completely confused about how long Maitimo was held captive. I've also done so research on it at some point and I was not satisfied with the conclusion. Plus the whole transforming of Valian Years into Sun Years makes me go cross-eyed. And the HoME sources don't seem very reliable to me either.

    LaCE is evol, as previously agreed and I have to say that you have done an excellent job at expressing what my view of Mandos' Halls is, as well as yours. (In The Tapestries and Return to Me). Fading... I haven't made my mind up on yet and I still see the Silm as a reliable source of information. At least as far as the chronological order of events is concerned, and in terms of geographical information. I was able to read between the lines of the Silm and I could certainly see beyond the prejudiced views of the biased writers.
    • I saw that you were born in 1981. I always thought that you are only one year older than me. Hmm...

      You're June of '83, right? You're only twenty months younger than me! I know because my sister is also June of '83. ;)

      Also, that first meme provides me with the opportunity to tell you (again!) that you have a great life and many things to be proud of.

      Awww...thank you! *hugs*

      I do believe that I have you all fed up with unpleasantries about it already.

      Please don't feel that way! You're welcome to rant as much as you need. If I'm not in the mood to hear rants (and this is very, very rare), I can always skip it and come back later. :)

      And the HoME sources don't seem very reliable to me either.

      Yeah, they're notes. When people take them as canon (I recently got lectured on how Feanor was not that productive because the HoMe timelines say it took him thousands of years to do what he did), that annoys me too. They're good for ideas, but they're still just notes. I'm with rhapsody11 that when her novels are published, she's burning all the notes. ;)

      I still see the Silm as a reliable source of information. At least as far as the chronological order of events is concerned, and in terms of geographical information. I was able to read between the lines of the Silm and I could certainly see beyond the prejudiced views of the biased writers.

      Yeah, the difference for me is between facts and judgments. Like, "Angband is in the north." Fact. "Feanor was fey." Judgment. It is more fun, for me, to explore from where those judgments arise, but then, I'm a sick person. :^P

      I don't think that the LaCE per se are as evil as the people who go about waving them around like they're truth...and don't even bother to read what they actually say. *annoyed noise*

      (This analysis by satismagic might interest you, if you have not seen it already. This by elvses might interest you as well. :^P)
  • I reckon a sewing needle could do a fair amount of damage if properly wielded (although I am now imagining a very bored Thorondor complaining that Fingon should have at least brought some scissors along if he was planning on doing some dressmaking).
  • For some reason Dawn, I can see you opening your own cafe/restaurant where the atmosphere is quiet and people can read, or eat or withdraw in a corner to discuss books with others or curl up in a corner to write...

    I am with you on fading. I tried to explain that once to someone who was so set on that dramatic idea that I gave up. As for LACE, it was written by an Edain, a man... it was not written by an elf argh! I just have my own happy and naughty view on it (and it is rich of nice little things). As for Maedhros and Thangorodrim: I really wouldn't know how long he hung there. Two other Feanorians keep on telling me that their elder brother is not that interesting ;) Sorry Nelyo! Halls of Mandos we discussed so often and we are on the same page.. I think that with with five: we all read books and we all interpretet it differently. Oh the ire and disdain I encountered for liking to write Celegorm. The utter mean nasty bad guy (or poor Curufin or Caranthir for that matter), how on earth could I ever like that character? Was I insane? Every impression of a reader is all coloured, I have my take, if others want to hate and loathe him, well go ahead. It won't stop me writing him. Just as Christopher tried his best to mirror his father's ideas, it still isn't the professor himself. I try to follow the book as much as I can though, it just is mostly still my !verse. Still I am happy with the Silm, but for some reason I am dreading the Children of Húrin.
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