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One drawback of my Great Music-Listening Project is getting infected from time to time with cheesy "Gee, that'd make a great vid for..." inspirations, almost all of which, upon examination, prove to be dumb and/or unworkable for one reason or another and can be painlessly discarded.

But yesterday, while listening to a new album, I got bushwhacked by an idea that is now merrily eating my brain and making me all twitchy and restless. Damn you, song! Damn you, brain! And while we're at it, damn you, Alliance Atlantis, for not issuing the last set of dS DVDs and at least giving me source! (In case I was deranged enough to try making this thing.)

It's not like I don't have a half-dozen stories I *could* be productively working on. Sweet fucking Rosie O'Grady. *sigh*
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Have been rewatching the dS Pilot. Thought at one point I'd take copious commentary-type notes, but am too mentally scattered. They mostly sort into:

--How fucking *hot* is Fraser here?? I mean, really, is he ever hotter than when he's on top of Drake's van, stabbing his big-ass knife through the *roof*??? Gnaaaaarrrrrr.

--(Well, OK, he's just about as hot in MotB, which I was watching just previously, in the "Dominion of Canada" bit when he *shoves* the barrels aside and then *leaps* up on one and *grabs* the gun out of midair and *ping* *ping* *ping* shoots the diving masks, and -- OK, fanning self now. *Guhhh.*)

--Vecchio. How much does he love Fraser? ([livejournal.com profile] laurashapiro, you are correct on this, yes.) Coming up to the Armpit of the Frozen North, arm still in a sling? Bringing the heavy armaments and all? True love. *g*

--Vecchio. Sweetie, really, those *shirts.* Arrrgh. ::covering eyes:: Also, Vecchio looks so very very much better with the close-cropped season 2 hair.

--Also, the Vecchio family dinner scene still makes my skin. Crawl. I have roughly the same reaction to noisy contentious argumentative familial mayhem as Fraser.

--I still really, really want to do the vid of the Romance of Fraser and the North, using many clips from this episode. Except that so freakin' many of them have credits right in the middle. Ah, well.

--I just about died from the Fraser-woobie in various spots, especially the scene where he's reading his father's journals in the diner, and of course also when he's back up north, looking through the trunk. (And knowing that that trunk and everything in it--wee!Fraser's crayon pictures of his Dad!--are doomed to go up in flames, courtesy of Victoria . . . )

--They really paid attention, in this episode, to setting the Chicago scene, the grit and noise and chaos and squalor. Which, especially since they also have so many scenes of the spare bare pure lovely austere north, is very very effective. We lose that somewhat in later episodes/seasons, when Chicago grit is more the default.

--Traitorous though it feels, I really prefer whoever the dog is in the Pilot (not Lincoln, I think?) to Draco (the dog in seasons 3-4). It's the eyes, I think, those intensely pale and so *goofy*-looking eyes.

And, OK, shutting up. *g* But large with the due South love. I should be writing now.


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November 2009



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