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Morse contra mundum.
Jun. 13th, 2013 02:00 pm1 It seems that I have done the switch to Dreamwidth. I don't know. It just happened. I don't think this'll be permanent. I'll probably switch to tumblr as soon as I can think of a clever enough name. You can actually install a comment mod that allows pretty much the same kind of functionality lj offers, only not as unreliable and, well, dying. So this is why I haven't commented on your entries. I just don't read my friends page anymore. It's not that I've lost interest in you. It's just that I lost interest in lj. Let's face it. This site is no more. Now if I could only find a good enough substitute for scrapbook. Scrapbook is shite, of course, but I love that I can upload hi-res pics without the hassle of resizing or weird stuff that keeps you from direct-linking. Maybe I'll go the own webspace route again? Eh, it's all speculating.
2 So I've come down with something weird and tmi (but not too tmi, don't let your imagination run wild here) which basically keeps me from, well, being functional. It's like someone stabbed me in the lower abdomen. Actually, it pretty much feels like it, too. I can get up and walk around and sit down properly but too much of it hurts like a motherfuck. Unfortunately, when I was at the doctor's and she gave me the all clear (nothing serious, just painful, now run along dear) I was so relieved that I forgot to ask her about the pain. Like, how much of it is to be expected and, more importantly, when the fuck will it go away? Scuse the swearing but I've been essentially spending the last two weeks in bed and this is getting old and I feel like a lazy sod. In conclusion: don't have ovaries. Ever.
3 I joined these James D'Arcy forums, yeah? I didn't even seriously mean to but the admin mutually follows me on twitter and she offered to send me some really hard to get by stuff, which she then actually proceeded to do and, holy shit, the kindness of strangers often baffles me. It's humbling, in a good way. So now I'm on these forums and it's all a bit strange because ... I don't see myself as that kind of a fan. Do you get what I mean? Like, gushing over someone openly ... that seems almost disrespectful? Like when it's not primarily about their work or I don't know. Maybe I'm being pretentious. It's a nice enough bunch of people over there and I get to share my screencaps and snark.
4 Now then. My most recent obsession: Endeavour. Holy crap, I don't even know. This series tackled me to the ground and absolutely refuses to let me go. Forget Hannibal or any of the fandom favourites. Hell, this show is so underappreciated it doesn't even have much of a fandom (yet). I discovered it quite by accident and decided to watch the pilot. Now, call me ignorant but Inpector Morse is completely new to me. I hadn't even heard about it. I knew Lewis, of course, but I never watched it and didn't know it was a spin-off. But Endeavour. Oh my God, Endeavour. It approaches Life On Mars levels of good and if you know me you also know that this is my most favourite show ever. It's about a young Detective Morse (a venerable institution in detective fiction) in early 60s Oxford (yes, that town is as much of a character as the protagonist - or the soundtrack, for that matter), being nothing more than a lowly Constable and not exactly fitting in but being absolutely brilliant and solving crimes with his crossword and opera loving mind. Morse is unlike any character I've ever come across. You've got your heroes and your anti-heroes and your regular snark-spewing fountains of lovable geek but Morse is awkward and naive and honest and angry and difficult and damaged and loyal and a show-off and, ugh, I love him so much. I could write whole dissertations on his characterisation alone. How his only line of defence against people bullying him is pulling faces but you know that he's not just sucking it up or making a brave face, he's really not letting it get to him because he knows who he is but he's also used it, to being an outsider, I mean. How he's almost shy but also defiant and if you let him prove himself he'll enjoy it just a little bit too much. How he's actually this sweet guy who falls in love too quickly and it never ends well for him but it doesn't make him cynical at all. My God, I am in love with the whole idea of this well-rounded character, courtesy of the wonderfully talented and very nuanced Shaun Evans whose mesmerising voice and expressive face really make the whole series. Oh, of course there are clever murder mysteries that will keep you on the edge of your seat and aren't crammed into a 40-minute episode but slowly unfold over an hour and a half. Then there's Roger Allam who plays Morse's DI Fred Thursday and the two of them have this amazing dynamic between them (oh, and I only just realised a couple of days ago that I saw him in The Tempest? Live on stage? Oh my God. And I was thinking to myself how amazing Prospero was? And, of course I also know and love Cabin Pressure so why on Earth didn't I make that connection? I ought to be ashamed of myself). Also, Anton Lesser who's infuriatingly brilliant as the horrible, no good Chief Superintendent. And Sean Rigby whose Jim Strange you just have to like. And Barrington Pheloung who wrote the soundtrack, which might as well redefine the depths of score music because it's just that good (Cloud Atlas levels of good). So, yeah, I've a lot of feelings when it comes to this show and it's so hard to wait until July when the blu-ray is released (because, co-incidentally, the cinematography and set design are to die for). Endeavour deserves all of the awards and they better be getting a couple of BAFTAs next year or else ...
Since then I've started reading the Inspector Morse novels (or, one of them, at least, because I'm waiting for two omnibus..es..es to get here) and watching a bit of the old series. I especially like how Morse isn't even that likeable or right all of the time (young Morse seems to have been a bit brighter haha) but you can't help but love him. There's a bit of a problem with the early novels being set and written in the 70s and they're a bit misogynist, which of course isn't excusable but it's mostly a mirror of what was going on back then and while Morse can be patronising and even a bit sexist there isn't any kind of malicious intent. It leaves me a bit uncomfortable but I can cope. And there's none of it in Endeavour, except when it's a plot point. I guess what I'm trying to say is ... watch Endeavour
2 So I've come down with something weird and tmi (but not too tmi, don't let your imagination run wild here) which basically keeps me from, well, being functional. It's like someone stabbed me in the lower abdomen. Actually, it pretty much feels like it, too. I can get up and walk around and sit down properly but too much of it hurts like a motherfuck. Unfortunately, when I was at the doctor's and she gave me the all clear (nothing serious, just painful, now run along dear) I was so relieved that I forgot to ask her about the pain. Like, how much of it is to be expected and, more importantly, when the fuck will it go away? Scuse the swearing but I've been essentially spending the last two weeks in bed and this is getting old and I feel like a lazy sod. In conclusion: don't have ovaries. Ever.
3 I joined these James D'Arcy forums, yeah? I didn't even seriously mean to but the admin mutually follows me on twitter and she offered to send me some really hard to get by stuff, which she then actually proceeded to do and, holy shit, the kindness of strangers often baffles me. It's humbling, in a good way. So now I'm on these forums and it's all a bit strange because ... I don't see myself as that kind of a fan. Do you get what I mean? Like, gushing over someone openly ... that seems almost disrespectful? Like when it's not primarily about their work or I don't know. Maybe I'm being pretentious. It's a nice enough bunch of people over there and I get to share my screencaps and snark.
4 Now then. My most recent obsession: Endeavour. Holy crap, I don't even know. This series tackled me to the ground and absolutely refuses to let me go. Forget Hannibal or any of the fandom favourites. Hell, this show is so underappreciated it doesn't even have much of a fandom (yet). I discovered it quite by accident and decided to watch the pilot. Now, call me ignorant but Inpector Morse is completely new to me. I hadn't even heard about it. I knew Lewis, of course, but I never watched it and didn't know it was a spin-off. But Endeavour. Oh my God, Endeavour. It approaches Life On Mars levels of good and if you know me you also know that this is my most favourite show ever. It's about a young Detective Morse (a venerable institution in detective fiction) in early 60s Oxford (yes, that town is as much of a character as the protagonist - or the soundtrack, for that matter), being nothing more than a lowly Constable and not exactly fitting in but being absolutely brilliant and solving crimes with his crossword and opera loving mind. Morse is unlike any character I've ever come across. You've got your heroes and your anti-heroes and your regular snark-spewing fountains of lovable geek but Morse is awkward and naive and honest and angry and difficult and damaged and loyal and a show-off and, ugh, I love him so much. I could write whole dissertations on his characterisation alone. How his only line of defence against people bullying him is pulling faces but you know that he's not just sucking it up or making a brave face, he's really not letting it get to him because he knows who he is but he's also used it, to being an outsider, I mean. How he's almost shy but also defiant and if you let him prove himself he'll enjoy it just a little bit too much. How he's actually this sweet guy who falls in love too quickly and it never ends well for him but it doesn't make him cynical at all. My God, I am in love with the whole idea of this well-rounded character, courtesy of the wonderfully talented and very nuanced Shaun Evans whose mesmerising voice and expressive face really make the whole series. Oh, of course there are clever murder mysteries that will keep you on the edge of your seat and aren't crammed into a 40-minute episode but slowly unfold over an hour and a half. Then there's Roger Allam who plays Morse's DI Fred Thursday and the two of them have this amazing dynamic between them (oh, and I only just realised a couple of days ago that I saw him in The Tempest? Live on stage? Oh my God. And I was thinking to myself how amazing Prospero was? And, of course I also know and love Cabin Pressure so why on Earth didn't I make that connection? I ought to be ashamed of myself). Also, Anton Lesser who's infuriatingly brilliant as the horrible, no good Chief Superintendent. And Sean Rigby whose Jim Strange you just have to like. And Barrington Pheloung who wrote the soundtrack, which might as well redefine the depths of score music because it's just that good (Cloud Atlas levels of good). So, yeah, I've a lot of feelings when it comes to this show and it's so hard to wait until July when the blu-ray is released (because, co-incidentally, the cinematography and set design are to die for). Endeavour deserves all of the awards and they better be getting a couple of BAFTAs next year or else ...
Since then I've started reading the Inspector Morse novels (or, one of them, at least, because I'm waiting for two omnibus..es..es to get here) and watching a bit of the old series. I especially like how Morse isn't even that likeable or right all of the time (young Morse seems to have been a bit brighter haha) but you can't help but love him. There's a bit of a problem with the early novels being set and written in the 70s and they're a bit misogynist, which of course isn't excusable but it's mostly a mirror of what was going on back then and while Morse can be patronising and even a bit sexist there isn't any kind of malicious intent. It leaves me a bit uncomfortable but I can cope. And there's none of it in Endeavour, except when it's a plot point. I guess what I'm trying to say is ... watch Endeavour
