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[asimplechord]

a) BRMC's Live In London DVD is on sale. If you pre-order from the band's website, there's an immediate download of the audio files. I have no words for what the live version of Aya does to me. Just. Yeah. I'll be... over there. *waves helplessly*

b) Vacuuming, dusting, dishes are done. Laundry's mostly done.

c) 100 pages more read of Aftermath. I could pretend that I have something profound to say about it, but mostly right now I'm pondering how very small the world of punditry, analysis, and journalism is, given all the comments from other folks whose blogs I follow. Interesting to read Rosen's analysis of the surge in Iraq, and of Petraeus, and compare to previous authors' opinions.

d) Instead of writing my yagkyas exchange fic, I spent the day pondering a GK Robin Hood: Prince of Thieves AU.

I can feel you judging me, and all I can say in my defense is that Alan Rickman was AWESOME in that movie.

And that you know you'd read a thousand words of shenanigans involving swordfights and ambushes in the woods if it included Brad blowing into Nate's ear when he's about to win the archery contest.

e) Gabe Saporta's love for Mikeyway will never cease to entertain me. He encapsulates everything that drew me to bandom bands, back in the day, before I realized bandom even was a fandom.

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[shutyourface.livejournal.com]

"Why a spoon, cousin? ..."

"Because it's dull, you twit, IT'LL HURT MORE."

I love all Alan Rickmans.

[asimplechord.livejournal.com]

I even love the witch. That moment when the Sheriff comes in and makes a mess of the sacrifice stuff, and she's just like, "Something vexes thee?" :DDD

Plus, the Sheriff has the power to call off Christmas. Must be nice!

(My only icons with Alan Rickman are Galaxy Quest or Harry Potter ones. And one that you can't tell is him, b/c it's just his hands. This is Not Right.)

[shutyourface.livejournal.com]

Alan, the witch and Morgan Freeman made that movie for me.

(I do not have any. I do not have any of Tim Curry, either, and I love him just as much as I love Alan. Then again, I don't have a paid account anymore so idek how many icon slots I have anymore.)

[asimplechord.livejournal.com]

No single icon, even an animated one, can capture the awesome of Tim Curry. He is too magnificent for 100x100 pixels.

[shutyourface.livejournal.com]

Those are true words. and now I want to watch Clue.

[asimplechord.livejournal.com]

I just dug out my DVD of Rocky Horror. :DDD

[lunatics-word.livejournal.com]

THIS AU. ME WANTS IT.

(I don't even have my YAGKYAS assignment outlined yet...)

[asimplechord.livejournal.com]

I started out thinking Brad was Robin, right? But then I decided that the crusades were JUST what Nate-who-wanted-to-grow-up-to-be-a-Spartan needed, so *he* is the Robin Hood equivalent. And Brad's Maid Marian. I am ridiculously amused by this switch in roles, where Brad's not the one off fighting for a decade while Nate pines at home.

Anyway.

(I have an outline. But I'm still kicking around the mechanics and POV. Am procrastinating, b/c I enjoy the thinking and planning more than the writing, which is sometimes often like pulling teeth, for me.)

[lunatics-word.livejournal.com]

LOL, this has to be an instant winner.

I love planning and I really enjoy it, which is sad, because when I get to writing, I go all 'oh whatever, this idea sucks anyway'...

[asimplechord.livejournal.com]

Brad's stuck at home, taking care of things, and the locals *depend* on him - he's really good at making do. His trusty manservant, Ray, helps him get around the Sheriff (aka, Schwetje) and his obsequious little ferret of a deputy, Griego.

Nate, well, he wasn't a hellion, exactly, but he always wanted to be a soldier. The crusades *called* to him. He snuck off with a troop of the Lion-Heart's soldier when his family visited London, and he only comes home when he realizes that the crusades will *never* be won, never be over. Gunny Wynn comes with him, because he doesn't know what to do if he's not at the side of the snot-nosed brat he found being utterly sea-sick down in the hold with his horse, on the crossing from Dover.

Nate doesn't like what he sees when he gets back to Pendleton.

He maybe accidentally gets off on the wrong foot with Griego. Well, it's not accidentally. Griego shouldn't've challenged Nate when he was on *his* family's land, and he definitely shouldn't've threatened him. Nate's spent nearly a decade fighting, and he's got no patience for bullshit.

He doesn't kill the stupid fucker, at least. But he makes a mortal enemy with his insults.

He heads to the cathedral, but Bishop Ferrando gives him some bullshit story about his dad defying a royal decree (which, ok, he can believe his dad would do if they were stupid; it's clear that the land and its inhabitants have suffered, and his dad would feed those for whom he was responsible before he'd worry about the tithe or about punishing a starving family for slaying one of the king's deer) and his lands being forfeit.

He sneaks out the back of the Bishop's chambers when he hears the clank and shuffle of boots, accompanied by a voice he already recognizes, to his dismay.

He heads to Brad's. Brad's parents were friends of his dad. They'll be able to shed some light on the situation.

The Sheriff's been trying to convince Brad, whose parents died a couple of winters ago when the winter was particularly harsh and pneumonia hit the community hard, to support him, rather than remaining neutral in the local barons' fight to remain loyal to Richard or to revolt and support young John.

Brad's having none of it. But he knows how to work things, especially with Ferrando riding the fence, to keep things going for the people who live on his land and work for him.

He's missed Nate - and he's a bit resentful that Nate ran off when Brad wasn't there to join him - but he's also that little bit angry that Nate's upset the balance he has ever so carefully established, with his grudge-match against Griego. Griego is never going to forget the insult and indignity, and it was witnessed by a handful of the Sheriff's men.

It's Nate, though, so Brad forgives him. He *always* forgave Nate when they were kids, always followed him, even when doing so earned him a week without access to the stables, or extra nights of Latin lessons.

[lunatics-word.livejournal.com]

:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!

[why-me-why-not.livejournal.com]

You totally made my day with the Robin Hood thing. :)

[asimplechord.livejournal.com]

:D ♥

I am having a really good time imagining how Christeson and Q-Tip think they're being all sneaky, about to stop Brad and Ray, who don't appear threatening or armed, to demand payment for safe passage through the forest, only they end up with Q-Tip's knife and Christeson's sword at their throats. Leading Brad and Ray docilely to camp seems like a really good idea, in comparison to, you know, dying. And the tall blond's cool expression is the scariest thing they've ever seen.

[why-me-why-not.livejournal.com]

Okay, so I may be a whole lot amused by the idea of Ray doing all the talking and Brad actually making things happen just because he looks intimidating.

[asimplechord.livejournal.com]

Ray sounds like he's addled when he responds to their demand that they halt and pay tribute. There's no way he should be able to move as quickly and agilely as he does when he disarms Q-Tip.

[why-me-why-not.livejournal.com]

Ray wanted them to think that; it was part of his strategy. He's a sneaky fucker. Also, he couldn't spend all that time around Brad and not learn a few tricks, and Brad wouldn't keep him around if he actually was as incomptent as he sometimes appears.

[asimplechord.livejournal.com]

One minute Q-Tip's cracking jokes at these two screwby strangers in the woods, clearly nobles from the shine of their horses' bits and halter and the glint of the ring on the blond's finger, and the next his knife is at this throat. He looks over, expecting Christeson to be getting this situation under control, but Johnnyboy is standing there with the point of his own sword, dull though it is, pressing right beneath his adam's apple, which bobs crazily when he swallows nervously.

[lickingbeads.livejournal.com]

included Brad blowing into Nate's ear when he's about to win the archery contest
FOR SOME QUEER REASON I see that happening totally the other way around. :D

For the record, if you write in Brad in tights and manage to make it hot, you'll win the internet forever.

Also--Rickman is awesome in every freaking movie he's been in, no? &hearts

[asimplechord.livejournal.com]

That was the way I imagined it when the idea first popped into my head, but the more I thought about it, the more I enjoyed the idea of a role-reversal, having Nate, who wanted to grow up to be a Spartan, be the one to run off to war, and return home disillusioned by the crusades. While Brad, who would've gone with him if only he'd been there when Nate took his chance, stays home and makes do. And he's a good landholder, a good leader, even if though it's a few years before he grows into all of his responsibilities.

Then again, you know, just b/c I'm casting Brad as Maid Marian doesn't mean he can't be competing against Nate in the archery contest. :)

[asimplechord.livejournal.com]

Also? YES. It doesn't matter what Alan Rickman is in, I will watch. From Something The Lord Made (with Mos Def!) to Perfume to Blow Dry. I loved him as the Metatron, as Snape, as pretty much anything and everything.

[idrilka.livejournal.com]

And that you know you'd read a thousand words of shenanigans involving swordfights and ambushes in the woods if it included Brad blowing into Nate's ear when he's about to win the archery contest.
And there goes my brain... *____* I want this AU like burning.

And now back to my own AU. NaNo is HARD. *grumbles*