"So basically, all that they told me about the character was he’s super confident, perhaps overly confident, he needs to be able to sing with a "Broadway sound" and he’s really good with women, but he may have a dark side. I came into the sound studio and I was very nervous and I sang this."
“This actually did happen to a real person, and the real person was me. I had gone to catch a train. This was April 1976, in Cambridge, U.K. I was a bit early for the train. I’d gotten the time of the train wrong.
I went to get myself a newspaper to do the crossword, and a cup of coffee and a packet of cookies. I went and sat at a table.
I want you to picture the scene. It’s very important that you get this very clear in your mind.
Here’s the table, newspaper, cup of coffee, packet of cookies. There’s a guy sitting opposite me, perfectly ordinary-looking guy wearing a business suit, carrying a briefcase.
It didn’t look like he was going to do anything weird. What he did was this: he suddenly leaned across, picked up the packet of cookies, tore it open, took one out, and ate it.
Now this, I have to say, is the sort of thing the British are very bad at dealing with. There’s nothing in our background, upbringing, or education that teaches you how to deal with someone who in broad daylight has just stolen your cookies.
You know what would happen if this had been South Central Los Angeles. There would have very quickly been gunfire, helicopters coming in, CNN, you know… But in the end, I did what any red-blooded Englishman would do: I ignored it. And I stared at the newspaper, took a sip of coffee, tried to do a clue in the newspaper, couldn’t do anything, and thought, what am I going to do?
In the end I thought, nothing for it, I’ll just have to go for it, and I tried very hard not to notice the fact that the packet was already mysteriously opened. I took out a cookie for myself. I thought, that settled him. But it hadn’t because a moment or two later he did it again. He took another cookie.
Having not mentioned it the first time, it was somehow even harder to raise the subject the second time around. “Excuse me, I couldn’t help but notice …” I mean, it doesn’t really work.
We went through the whole packet like this. When I say the whole packet, I mean there were only about eight cookies, but it felt like a lifetime. He took one, I took one, he took one, I took one. Finally, when we got to the end, he stood up and walked away.
Well, we exchanged meaningful looks, then he walked away, and I breathed a sigh of relief and sat back. A moment or two later the train was coming in, so I tossed back the rest of my coffee, stood up, picked up the newspaper, and underneath the newspaper were my cookies.
The thing I like particularly about this story is the sensation that somewhere in England there has been wandering around for the last quarter-century a perfectly ordinary guy who’s had the same exact story, only he doesn’t have the punch line.”—Douglas Adams (via revolverwife)
i’m not restricting this one to 2013 because honestly i know of like two things that’s come out in 2013 that’s had a queer protagonist (SADFACE) so
Felix Harrowgate - the Doctrine of Labyrinths series by Sarah Monette
Rien (and Percival) - Jacob’s Ladder trilogy by Elizabeth Bear
Cecil Palmer - Welcome to Night Vale
Damianos - Captive Prince by SU Pacat
Richard deVere - Swordspoint by Ellen Kushner
HONORABLE MENTION: Roman Godfrey - Hemlock Grove by Brian McGreevy (because he’s not technically a protagonist and…though it’s not explicitly stated that he’s queer and his own narration doesn’t state that he’s in love with Peter, his mother equates their relationship with a Romani boy she nearly eloped with and like, come on, Olivia Godfrey is many things, but she knows her son. Homeboy is queer as fuck)
“Being a novelist is a matter of keeping at it, day after day, just putting words after other words. It’s a war of inches, where the hardest part is keeping your nerve.”—Lev Grossman, NaNoWriMo pep talk (via bookishcee)
“If anyone slaps you on the right cheek, turn to them the other cheek also”—
This specifically refers to a hand striking the side of a person’s face, tells quite a different story when placed in it’s proper historical context. In Jesus’s time, striking someone of a lower class ( a servant) with the back of the hand was used to assert authority and dominance. If the persecuted person “turned the other cheek,” the discipliner was faced with a dilemma. The left hand was used for unclean purposes, so a back-hand strike on the opposite cheek would not be performed. Another alternative would be a slap with the open hand as a challenge or to punch the person, but this was seen as a statement of equality. Thus, by turning the other cheek the persecuted was in effect putting an end to the behavior or if the slapping continued the person would lawfully be deemed equal and have to be released as a servant/slave.
Nickname(s): Mel Age: 22 Birthday: Feb 4 Orientation: pansexual
LIKES / DISLIKES:
Favorite Color(s): green, dark red, light blue Least Favorite Color: orange Favorite Food: if its cheesy i’m probably into it Least Favorite Food: my mother’s hamburgers Favorite Band/Artist: the who, mumford & sons, delta rae, fall out boy, led zeppelin Least Favorite Band/Artist: bruno mars, i guess Favorite Type of Movie: sf/f, action/adventure, period/historical, animated Least Favorite Type of Movie: lowbrow comedy One thing you can’t get enough of: sleep One thing you hate more than anything: inconsiderate wilfully ignorant motherfuckers
Are you single? yup Do you have a crush on anyone right now? yup Do you flirt a lot? no, i’m terrible, my flirting is exactly the same as my normal conversation. Sweetest thing you’ve ever gotten: cold sores Do you believe in love at first sight? nope Do you fall in love fast? nope, but i do develop crushes quickly Do you ever make the first move? barely ever Do you want to get married? eh, maybe. if i find the right person
“Sophie, the girl, is given a spell and transformed into an old woman. It would be a lie to say that turning young again would mean living happily ever after. I didn’t want to say that. I didn’t want to make it seem like turning old was such a bad thing — the idea was that maybe she’ll have learned something by being old for a while, and, when she is actually old, make a better grandma. Anyway, as Sophie gets older, she gets more pep. And she says what’s on her mind. She is transformed from a shy, mousy little girl to a blunt, honest woman. It’s not a motif you see often, and, especially with an old woman taking up the whole screen, it’s a big theatrical risk. But it’s a delusion that being young means you’re happy.”—
Hayao Miyazaki, on what attracted him to Howl’s Moving Castle
The Auteur of Anime by Margaret Talbot: “The New Yorker” (January 17th, 2005)