DrWho the fanfiction (thoughts, not links, it'll take time to scrounge up links)

I know myself enough to realize that there is something bubbling away on the back brain burner at this point, that will coalesce from the primeval broth of my preoccupations in eight months or whenever I find the hook (and here one pictures a metal fish hook lowered into a supersaturated solution of salts). ( Some of the stuff I'm preoccupied with. )

Anyhoo. No way this is going anywhere until I find out what else the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy Moffat has to say on the topic of weeping angels. And possibly retrace the entirety of the Knife's research for their opera ahaha of course I could just write an album review instead of an album review disguised as a Doctor Who fanfic but where is the fun in that my friends, where is the fun in that. Although as much as anything I just want any excuse to borrow the libretto, which I find... intensely moving? Like it gets to what touches the soul/heart about SCIENCE by not foisting meaning on one at all, just presenting the act of observation (and cataloguing, and cogitation) for what it is. I keep coming across reviews that are like "asd;jklsd this is SO CHALLENGING" and it's like... really? There are 3-4 songs that are yr typical The Knife/Fever Ray and okay, the rest is recitative over techno noises rather than eg. a harpsichord, and lovely experimental ambient stuff that probably accompanied video projections and contemporary dance numbers onstage, and that one can safely zone out to without feeling like one has failed as a listener (or the creators qua creator) because one can't locate the pop oomph. Like, maybe you're challenging yourself to hear something that's not meant to be there? So says the person who has never managed to get into Gas.

( Other ppl's fic, comedic value, gaps in the record )

Anyway I have been fiddling with a longstanding original fiction project that I have now given a firm deadline, but anything relating to that will be on carnet where it belongs.