October 22nd, 2008

Oct. 22nd, 2008

  • 1:45 PM
sophistry: ([Cinderella Man] a londonderry air)
I am so tired, I feel like my eyeballs are actually melting inside my head. HOWEVER, there is a seminar on the history of museums and galleries in Ireland from 1773-present that I want to go to (shut up) at 4:15, so I will bravely soldier on.

I am frantically trying to come up with fandoms I want to nominate for Yuletide, and am blanking pretty horrifically. Sadly, I am also fairly sure that this will only get worse when it comes to actual sign-ups, ohgod. At the moment, my list of possible fandom nominees is as followed:

Aubreyad (obviously)
Rome (also obvious)
Bones (if it still qualifies as small enough; idk, I'm not involved with the fandom at all)
Watchmen (I am pretty unsure about this - how the hell do you fic WATCHMEN; it almost seems sacrilegious - but I just want something to cherish before the movie unleashes a tide of fangirls intent on redeeming the Comedian because he is played by Jeffrey Dean Morgan or pretending that Nite Owl isn't kind of gone to seed or woobiefying Rorschach I COULD GO ON D: D: D:)
World War Z (zombies = awesome; alternate history = awesome; alternate zombie history = double-plus awesome)
To Say Nothing of the Dog (/general Connie Willis timetravelverse)


And... that is all I can think of at the moment, though I know there must be more small fandoms that I love. I mean, at present this list means I don't have to narrow anything down, but... you know. D:

ANYWAY, DUDES - are you taking part? And if so, what are you nominating?

(Don't judge me, but I am also kind of tempted to ask for platonic! RPF of... certain people. I won't lie, I totally want them to be BFF.)

...Oh, maybe Deadwood. Or Cinderella Man. Or The Iron Giant...

Oct. 22nd, 2008

  • 7:49 PM
sophistry: ([Classics] belvedere)
Seminar was long, but pretty awesome; I went with a view to accumulating nuggets that I could trot out in an interview one day, but left with a burning desire for fic about the Royal Dublin Society, the Trinity College Geological Museum (located in the late 1700s, of course, above the front arch in Regent House), and a young firebrand of a student named Stephen Maturin.

*eyes Yuletide thoughtfully*