beer_good_foamy: (Buffy)
I had a weird nightmare last night. I'm not saying it was a premonition or anything like that, just that when I tried to write it down this morning I promptly forgot it when I saw the headline "WES CRAVEN DEAD".

I grew up on Craven's movies - the ones I could find in reasonably non-mutilated state in my local video store, at least - and it's hard to imagine a Buffy TV series getting greenlit without the success of Scream.



I mentioned nightmares. His three big franchises - The Hills Have Eyes, Nightmare on Elm St and Scream - all worked (arguably up to a point) because they understood what dreams do, the fundamental weirdness that we spend a third of our lives unconscious giving our brains free rein: They take things we pretend we don't know and make us face the monster under the bed. The people left behind as part of our progress, the murders swept under the rug, the things you can't talk about in daylight. The calls that come from inside the house. You can choose not to go to summer camp, you can choose not to go to that weird cabin in the woods, you can choose not to build on top of graveyard... you can't choose not to dream. That Scream took the idea to another meta level made perfect sense, because where do those nightmares turn up? In horror movies.

Don't go there, Sid. You're starting to sound like some Wes Carpenter flick or something. Don't freak yourself out, okay? We've got a long night ahead of us.

He always brought a level of humour and self-awareness to his movies, not to replace horror (OK, some of the Elm St sequels got pretty ridiculous), but to heighten it, to make it more human, but also to help us handle it. You can't choose not to dream, but you can always fight back if you know the rules - just don't expect to ever, y'know, win permanently. He weaponised the sequel: The battle always goes on.



I rewatched Nightmare on Elm St for the Nth time a few weeks ago - the original, with a tiny Johnny Depp getting killed in one of the most memorable movie deaths I know - and it's still ridiculously good. 30 years of deconstructions, reconstructions, CGI advances and so-called culture wars (and if we're honest, some pretty crappy sequels) haven't taken one jot of power from Nancy desperately trying to make her parents understand that nightmares are real - and unlike all those other Final Girls of the 80s, calmly and deliberately taking matters into her own hands when they refuse to admit what they've created.

Thank you, Mr Craven. Sweet dreams.
beer_good_foamy: (GoT-slap)
Game of Thrones cast Max von Sydow as a raven

Fuck yeah.


Just imagine all the lines they could sneak in.

"Are you... death?"
"No, I'm a raven, dumbass."

"THE POWER OF THE SEVEN COMPELS YOU!"


"DIVE! DIVE!"
"...Shut up, Bran."


"Never say nevermore again!"
"...You're really pushing it now, raven."

...OK, maybe not. But at least throw a chess game in there, huh?
beer_good_foamy: (Yes! Yes! Rawwwwwk!)
Let's go!

50 years and one day ago, rock music was 3-minute songs about cars and teenage love, and folk music was dull acoustic music about poverty. 50 years ago today, 25 July 1965, Bob Dylan went electric at the Newport Folk Festival. Fans booed, Pete Seeger tried to cut the juice with an axe, the MC begged Dylan on his knees to go find an acoustic guitar... Dylan gave zero fucks and thundered through the possibly shortest set to ever change music history, just three songs.

I try my best to be just like I am
But everybody wants you to be just like them
They say "Sing while you slave!" ...I just get bored.
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more!

...
Ain't it hard when you discovered that
He really wasn't where it's at?
After he took from you everything he could steal...
How does it feel?

...
I wanna be your lover baby, I don't wanna be your boss
Don't say I never warned you when your train gets lost!



And anyone who thought this was a passing phase might have noted that when he did borrow an acoustic guitar for the encore, it was a very pointed "It's All Over Now, Baby Blue".

Happy graduation day, rock and roll.

Awards

Jul. 15th, 2015 10:44 pm
beer_good_foamy: (Bernard - black books)
So the Sunnydale Memorial Fanfiction Awards announced their latest round, and among all the very well deserved winners, I managed to pick up a couple as well:




Big thanks to everyone! Make sure to check out all the other winners too, some of my favourite authors are in there.
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Here's a pairing I don't think I've written before. Also, gold star to anyone who recognizes the song they're dancing to.

Also, gotta love that [livejournal.com profile] femslash_minis did an A Softer World challenge. I'm going to miss that comic.



Title: Nevermind The Darkness
Author: Beer Good ([personal profile] beer_good_foamy)
Fandom: Angel s3, alt version of "Waiting In The Wings"
Rating: PG13
Word count: ~860
Characters/Pairing: Fred/Cordelia; nods to Angel/Cordelia, Wesley/Fred, Gunn/Fred
Summary: Written for [livejournal.com profile] femslash_minis and [livejournal.com profile] carlyinrome's prompt everyone smiles at us like we're the cutest couple/ let's do something wrong. Fred and Cordy getting ready to go to the ballet.

Heisenberg and Schrödinger are pulled over for speeding. The first cop asks Heisenberg, "Sir, are you aware that you were doing 80 mph?" Heisenberg says, "Great, now I'm lost." The other cop inspects the car and asks, "Sir, are you aware that there's a dead cat in your trunk?" Schrödinger says "Well, NOW I am, thanks for nothing!"

I'm pretty sure ballets aren't big on audience participation. )
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"This attitude that 'people wouldn't understand' is far too prevalent in cinema today. People should be able to use what's left of their minds when they watch something."
- Christopher Lee, Wicker Man DVD commentary

"Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring."
- Bram Stoker, Dracula

93 years. 281 movies. More iconic roles than I've had hot suppers.

Good show, Sir Christopher. Thank you.

ETA: And shit, Ornette Coleman just passed as well. Fuck this day.

Drabble

Jun. 1st, 2015 09:04 pm
beer_good_foamy: (Buffy)
For [livejournal.com profile] open_on_sunday's Song Title challenge:

Avant Gardener
Title from "Avant Gardener" by Courtney Barnett

"Sunnydale Plants & Garden, Tim speaking, how may I help you?"

(...)

"Weeding? Sure, we've got tools for that."

(...)

"Our most popular pruning shears are 8 inches."

(...)

"Not really. We have hedge clippers, but – "

(...)

"Poison? You mean herbicides? Sure…"

(...)

"…That quickly? No."

(...)

"What?"

(...)

"No, we do not carry flamethrowers. What on – "

(...)

"Um… sure. Thanks for calling."

(.)


Buffy hung up and turned to Giles. "Right, no help there. You're sure stakes won't work? Because - "

"Plants don't have hearts, Buffy."

They looked out at the triffids surrounding the Magic Box. "That's the last time I let Willow help Dawn with a science project."
beer_good_foamy: (Yes! Yes! Rawwwwwk!)
Something happened in the mid-to-late-40s. For decades, the blues had been written off as "race records" (no, seriously, that was the official term) and existed in its own world at a safe distance from the white mainstream. Now it moved north from the Mississippi Delta up to the big industries in Chicago and Detroit, bought itself electric guitars and started kicking ass and taking names. That's the root of rock'n'roll, soul, funk, hip-hop, anything you've listened to over the last 60 years. Not the only root, obviously - Muddy Waters' favourite musician was Hank Williams - but the blues added something; sex, desperation, defiance, fun, volume.

With the death of BB King on Thursday, the last of the great original electric blues players is gone. A door to the past has closed. I'm not putting this behind a cut.

The selection here is of artists who started making their mark before anyone had heard the name "Elvis Presley". For some strange reason, all the live footage available is from many years later. When the Stones first came to the US, they asked to see Muddy Waters; their American record company asked "Where's that?"

Elmore James (1918-1963)


Aleck Miller AKA Sonny Boy Williamson (1912-1965)


Aaron Thibeaux "T-Bone" Walker (1910-1975)


Chester Burnett AKA Howlin' Wolf (1910-1976)


McKinley Morganfield AKA Muddy Waters (1913-1983)


Willie Mae "Big Mama" Thornton (1926-1984)


John Lee Hooker (1917-2001)


Riley "BB" King (1925-2015)

(You can see this whole show here, and you should.)
beer_good_foamy: (Wild as the wind)
So [livejournal.com profile] femslash_minis had a "Texts from last night" challenge, which was fun. I actually have an idea for a very different fill for this prompt as well that struck me just hours ago. Might get that one written down over the next few days and post it. But for now, here's a s3-ish Faith-is-not-yet-off-the-rails kinda thing.

Title: First One To Turn The Wheel Is A Chicken
Author: Beer Good ([personal profile] beer_good_foamy)
Fandom: Buffy, mid-s3-ish
Rating: PG13
Word count: ~840
Characters/Pairing: Faith/Willow
Summary: Written for [livejournal.com profile] femslash_minis and [livejournal.com profile] aaronlisa's prompt (774):i just walked into a room at this party and someone yelled "dibs!"

Show us you care, show us you dare
You don't know what happened, not if you weren't there

- Motörhead, "Born To Raise Hell"

In fairness, she did make the fuzzy orange sweater look good. The overalls possibly slightly less so, but let's face it, overalls. )
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Title: Untimely
Author: Beer Good ([personal profile] beer_good_foamy)
Rating: PG13
Fandom/timeline: Buffy/Firefly, set around Serenity
Word Count: ~900
Warnings: Canon character death
Summary: Written for the [community profile] intoabar challenge: Drusilla goes into a bar and meets… Zoe Washburne!

"In moments of great stress, every life form that exists gives out a tiny subliminal signal. This signal simply communicates an exact and almost pathetic sense of how far that being is from the place of his birth."
- Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

She comes to bars for the people, navigating mostly by Sight, as if age has finally dulled all her other senses to blissfully vague background noise. )
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I know, I know, I really shouldn't be getting my hopes up. But DAMN.
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The cast of Twin Peaks weigh in: "Twin Peaks without David Lynch is like..."
beer_good_foamy: (Default)
Title: C Is For Zombie
Author: Beer Good ([personal profile] beer_good_foamy)
Fandom: Buffy The Vampire Slayer
Characters/Pairings: Cordelia Chase, Rupert Giles
Word count: ~800
Rating/Contents: PG13; some gore.
Summary: Written for [livejournal.com profile] zombie_fest. When Buffy doesn’t return to Sunnydale after the events of season 2, and the various legions of undead start to take advantage of this, someone else has to step in and protect the town their way. They don’t call her Queen C for nothing.

Be true to your school! (rah-rah-rah-rah-sis-boom-bah!)
Let your colors fly! (rah-rah-rah-rah-sis-boom-bah!)
- The Beach Boys


Give me a B! )
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[livejournal.com profile] zombie_fest [livejournal.com profile] zombie_fest [livejournal.com profile] zombie_fest


Go forth and prompt!

RIP

Mar. 12th, 2015 04:29 pm
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“Despite rumor, Death isn't cruel--merely terribly, terribly good at his job.”
- Sourcery

“No one is actually dead until the ripples they cause in the world die away.”
- Reaper Man

Farewell, Sir Pterry. Thank you. We will miss you.

beer_good_foamy: (Sugarshock)
The other day, [livejournal.com profile] curiouswombat (ETA: sorry, can't brain) posted something about real-life Swedish chefs. Here's a typical one in action this morning:

Swedish TV Host Starts Fire Live on Air While Frying Cheese Doodles for Some Reason


In other news, under the cut, my thoughts on s3 of House of Cards (the weather was really unbearable this weekend). The short version: not all that impressed. While the first two seasons never really reached the heights of the original BBC series, it was still often really entertaining, and brilliant binge TV. Now, though...

Spoilers all of s3 )
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Here's a fic I had to write after the s1 finale of Agent Carter.

Title: Don’t Rock The Moat
Author: Beer Good ([personal profile] beer_good_foamy)
Fandom: Agent Carter
Rating: PG13
Word count: ~830
Characters/Pairing: Peggy/Angie
Summary: Late one night a few months after the season 1 finale, Peggy gets a phone call. Apparently, that thing she did on Brooklyn Bridge has come back to haunt New York City. Fortunately, it doesn’t seem to pose a major threat. Or a captain one either.

Having a phone in every room was really swell, most of the time. But 3AM on a cold night was not one of those times, especially when they were all extensions of the same line. )
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Another fill for the 3 sentence ficathon

Star Trek / Tolkien, Spock & Bilbo, the Ballad of Bilbo Baggins

"It's strange," Bilbo said from his cot as the Grey Havens disappeared behind the horizon, "I never knew sailing could be so... Did you ever hear about how I escaped in a barrel from the elf-king's halls?"

"I've heard that, yes," the tall Vulcan standing next to said with a thoughtful nod, "though I don't think this trip will be quite as turbulent... save, perhaps, for the odd whale."

The ship kept sailing steadily west as night fell, and the dark calm waters reflected the myriad of stars above.
beer_good_foamy: (Buffy)
Guys, the Three-Sentence Ficathon is on again! I'm going to look through it and hunt for writable prompts tomorrow, but for now, there's this:

Continuing to exorcise some long-standing obscure crossover ideas, here's one I'm sure someone has already thought of, but I've never seen it: A crossover between Buffy and Zork. Yes, Zork, the original text adventure. See, children, once upon a time, before yer Gamecubes and yer Playstations and yer fancy 8-bit entertainment systems, video games consisted of a blinking cursor and words like "inventory", "e" and "xyzzy". And as we all know from watching Buffy, old monsters don't just go away.



They Are Likely To

"Empowering the potentials," the First Evil said to Buffy as the übervamps charged them. "Clever, but you forgot something. Vampires can see in the dark." It snapped its non-existent fingers, and every torch in the cave went out.

There was complete, impenetrable darkness.

Panic.

Munching.

When the lights came on again, every single übervamp was gone. The unharmed girls looked around, happy but a little disappointed.

"My übervamps!" The First Evil just stared. “W-what did you do? Some kind of spell?”

Buffy frowned. “That wasn’t us.”

“It’s obvious, guys,” Amanda said. “It was pitch black…?”

Far below, a grue burped.
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