Sometimes in daily life I like to pretend I’m a time traveler from late medieval Europe and I’m just fucking amazed at my luxurious life
Let me tell you, 14th c me is REALLY impressed with modern me’s easy access to…
Not gonna lie, every time I go to the dentist I think about the state of 14th c. dentistry/medicine in general and I’m just so amazed at modern medicine.
i wish there wasn’t a stigma about doing things alone. you can’t go out to eat alone, you can’t see a movie alone, basically anything fun, you’re looked down on for doing alone and it’s so stupid you shouldn’t need other people to validate your decisions
I refuse to recognize any such stigma (if indeed there is one - I’ve never encountered this idea except from people going “gee, I wish I could do things on my own but that would feel weird”, but that is possibly because I am too busy doing things on my own to notice.)
I downright prefer to do pretty much everything mentioned alone. Travel, movies, eating out, exploring new places: give me autonomy and freedom over trying to match up schedules/likes/dislikes with another person any day.
Thoughts on Online Video, Monetization, and Growing and Adapting in Light of a Changing Landscape -
So, a lot happened yesterday. First, a lot of people responded to a post about Pemberley Digital’s monetization strategy. Then we had a kickstarter update about the LBD DVDs. And then we had a blog post from PD about the state of PD.
I’ve said it before, but I…
Oh yeah. The only reason I’m still kind of keeping up with the show is so I can talk about the meta (or, more often, lurk on tumblr and watch other people talking about the meta.)
So, for at least 6 years I’ve been hearing the Bedlam Bards sing The Hero of Canton at renfaires.
What a great old English folk song, I thought. I never quite caught all the words, but that doesn’t matter at a pubsing - you sing anyway, and I certainly did, with gusto.
Then tonight I finally got to the Jaynestown ep of Firefly.
Old English folk song MY FOOT.
(I feel dumb but also srsly are renfaire people not the coolest? Also I can’t wait til faire season.)
(via South America Upcycled Map Envelope Stationery Set by Storyfied)
In which my extensive collection of National Geographic maps finally gets put to good use.
Oh my. Just found this picture from back when I was a baby librarian - taken at PLA with the #BakerandTaylor mascots. #librarylife
#tiaraday, library edition.
I found out yesterday that I’ll be at the Texas Library Association conference in April! I didn’t expect to be able to go, this this is a really marvelous surprise.
Shannon Hale will be there! (I will admit to being slightly bitter that I missed Neil Gaiman LAST year.)
Beyond the awesome library stuff, I’m also really excited that it’s in San Antonio. I’m originally from Texas but I haven’t been to SA since I was a baby, and I’m really excited to get a chance to spend some time there.
Whatever this is (I'm glad it's with you) - kyrieanne - Lizzie Bennet Diaries [Archive of Our Own] -
What if half way through LBD Lizzie had found a copy of Pride and Prejudice, Jane Austen’s mostly forgotten about novel, and read it?
She read it and, Holy Shit! It’s her. It’s her life. The names are the same and that’s just weird. She knows her mother has never read this book. But not just the names…but them. They are in this book. Yes, they wear different clothes and for some reason Lydia’s cat is a person, but her name is Lizzie Bennet and this is her life…in a novel.
And a real novel too. She can look it up academic articles on JSTOR about it. There isn’t much. Maybe six? People find the heroine to be flippant and judgmental. The hero too elusive, and the whole love story at the end saccharine.
If this is true then reincarnation must be true, right? Or is she just the figment of some dead English lady’s imagination? Lizzie keeps rubbing her skin waiting for it to go transparent like a hologram. Jane suggests she moisturize more.
Forget her thesis. Lizzie dives into this with everything she’s got. She can’t exactly talk about the book with anyone in her life because…well, because most of them are characters in said book. No, she’s got to figure out how this is possible before she tells anyone. Even Charlotte.
(And don’t think it doesn’t keep her up at night that she ends up with William Darcy…ew ack.)
And then, in all her mother’s glorious and convoluted plans, Lizzie and Jane end up going to Netherfield. Lizzie takes the novel with her even though she knows she shouldn’t. What if someone found it?
She keeps it under her mattress because she’s that unoriginal apparently. She password protects all the files on her computer (and she has a lot - research is the one part of this insanity that feels right.)
She tells herself no one will find out. She just needs to keep playing her part. She makes her videos. She knows Caroline is scheming. She knows Bing is half-in-love with Jane. (To be fair, you don’t need a book to figure that one out.)
And god, don’t get her going on Darcy. That’s the one part of all this she can’t quite wrap her brain around. She knows his weird insults are really him trying to “court” her. She’s read the novel. He likes her…like like-likes her. It weirds her out because she finds him so robotic and infuriating, but also she feels responsible. This is her story and his feelings exist for the sake of the story. They’re not real. She actually feels a little sorry for him because of all of them he seems the most uncomfortable playing his part, a part he doesn’t even realize he’s playing.
(The meta of this keeps her up at night…truly.)
And then one day Lizzie is out by the pool pinching herself just to check to make sure she’s still real and the novel is there under her towel. She’s rereading it to look for clues. When the narrator breaks through and offers omnipresent interpretation, is that Austen? Is that like hearing the voice of God? Maybe if she retypes those parts out there will be a clue…like a code.
So she’s outside soaking up sun, trying to make sense of this in her brain, and she falls asleep. She falls asleep for just a few minutes, but when she wakes up Darcy is there. He sits on the chaise lounge next to her and he’s reading the book!
He’s reading it and smirking. Lizzie makes a noise that resembles a cat coughing up a hairball and he looks up.
"Oh good," he says, "now that you know too, we can finally talk."
Reblogging in case you missed it…
There are heated discussions going on in the comments and comment fics that I am loving!
I don’t usually read fic. But this is so awesome.
In the perfect-hindsight universe of my imagination the LBD kickstarter would not have been for the (attempted) creation of DVDs. It would have been to hire everyone to come back and create a version of this.
The best LBD fic you’ll ever read.