Day 23 β€” A YouTube Video

First of all, may I just apologise again for my absence! I managed to survive without internet (barely!), and then resisted distracting myself for two days while I focused on finishing my essays for uni – left them a bit late, but got them done on time, which is what matters!

So, on with the show!

Lil’ Beached Whale!

This is an epic video which makes fun at the Kiwi accent πŸ˜‰ My friend from America was the one who first showed it to me, ironically enough! Since then, I’ve showed to a couple other friends who aren’t from New Zealand – and according to them, I actually DO sound like this! Must be all lies, of course πŸ˜‰ Teeheee. I wish I could hear our accent…

1,667 words (a NaNoWriMo song!)

This is a MUST LISTEN for fellow Wrimos! Hilarious. And inspiring! I stumbled across this song just before NaNoWriMo last year, and seriously, this song helped me on the way to victory. And damn, it’s addictive – gets stuck inΒ  my head way so often! Captures the essence of this crazy novelling month perfectly πŸ™‚

Stephen Fry Kinetic Typography – Language

Now this is just plain cool! Really neat editing skills, and a very interesting topic too. That, and I could listen to Stephen Fry reading a freaking dictionary, his voice is that lovely πŸ™‚

How about all of you lot, then? I’m sure I’m not the only one who gets distracted and spends hours on YouTube… πŸ˜‰ Any recommendations?

It’s great to be back!

Have fun!
Bri xx

Fandom Is.

Fandom Fox! πŸ˜€

I didn’t write this – found it here – but I just HAD to re-post it. Because it is SO TRUE, every single word and YAY I’m not alone in this crazy world!

Fandom is focus. Fandom is obsession. Fandom is insatiable consumption. Fandom is sitting for hours in front of a TV screen a movie screen a computer screen with a comic book a novel on your lap. Fandom is eyestrain and carpal tunnel syndrome and not enough exercise and staying up way, way past your bedtime.

Fandom is people you don’t tell your mother you’re meeting. Fandom is people in the closet, people out and proud, people in costumes, people in T-shirts with slogans only fifty others would understand. Fandom is a loud dinner conversation scaring the waiter and every table nearby.

Fandom is you in Germany and me in the US and him in Australia and her in Japan. Fandom is a sofabed in New York, a roadtrip to Oxnard, a friend behind a face in London. Fandom talks past timezones and accents and backgrounds. Fandom is conversation. Communication. Contact.

Fandom is drama. Fandom is melodrama. Fandom is high school. Fandom is Snacky’s law and Godwin’s law and Murphy’s law. Fandom is smarter than you. Fandom is stupider than you. Fandom is five arguments over and over and over again. Fandom is the first time you’ve ever had them.

Fandom is female. Fandom is male. Fandom lets female play at being male. Fandom bends gender, straight, gay, prude, promiscuous. Fandom is fantasy. Fandom doesn’t care about norms or taboos or boundaries. Fandom cares too much about norms and taboos and boundaries. Fandom is not real life. Fandom is closer than real life. Fandom knows what you’re really like in the bedroom. Fandom is how you would never, could never be in the bedroom.

Fandom is shipping, never shipping, het, slash, gen, none of the above, more than the above. Fandom is love for characters you didn’t create. Fandom is recreating the characters you didn’t create. Fandom is appropriation, subversion, dissention. Fandom is adoration, extrapolation, imitation. Fandom is dissection, criticism, interpretation. Fandom is changing, experimenting, attempting.

Fandom is creating. Fandom is drawing, painting, vidding: nine seasons in four minutes of love. Fandom is words, language, authoring. Fandom is essays, stories, betas, parodies, filks, zines, usenet posts, blog posts, message board posts, emails, chats, petitions, wank, concrit, feedback, recs. Fandom is writing for the first time since you were twelve. Fandom is finally calling yourself a writer.

Fandom is signal and response. Fandom is a stranger moving you to tears, anger, laughter. Fandom is you moving a stranger to speak.

Fandom is distraction. Fandom is endangering your job, your grades, your relationships, your bank account. Fandom gets no work done. Fandom is too much work. Fandom was/is just a phase. Fandom could never be just a phase. Fandom is where you found a friend, a sister, a kindred spirit. Fandom is where you found a talent, a love, a reason.

Fandom is where you found yourself.

Squeeeeeee!

Have fun!
Bri xx

Day 06 β€” Whatever Tickles Your Fancy: Fiction Is My Reality

Fiction Is My Reality.

It may interest you to know that this idea was the very prompt I needed to create this blog. I decided to use this 30 Day Challenge ‘Freebie’, as it were, to give you all a taste of what goes on in my mind, and what the future of my blog will likely relate to!

In a loose, roundabout way, at least. πŸ˜›

Whenever I care to stop and think about it, I can’t help realising that during an average day I seem to slip into the World of Fiction a lot. So many of the important parts of my ‘real life’ are somehow twisted, infused with fiction.

For example, while…

  • Breakfast: I often read fanfiction updates that have littered my email inbox.
  • Walking to uni/town: Either I’m listening to music, or (more often) daydreaming about my favourite fictional characters.
  • Bored during a lecture: Daydreaming, again…
  • Lunch: Either watch a short episode of a TV show, read a chapter of a book I’m currently reading, or more fanfiction perusing.
  • Gaps between lectures: As a compromise for not doing *real* study, I read the novel that we’re currently studying in my English course.
  • Dinner: Always seem to watch an episode of a TV show, or a movie if I’ve the time.
  • Evenings: If I’m caught up on my assignments (or even if I’m not… *cough*), I often do any number of things that I’ve mentioned already – or, if I’m feeling in the mood, I’ll write a fictional-something myself.

I suppose that it doesn’t seem remarkably strange, or out of the ordinary. After all, it’s just a part of my daily routine. But when I got to thinking about all of this… a startling question occured to me.

Do I enjoy the time I spend in the World of Fiction more than the time I spend actually “living my life” in Reality?

A near frightening thought.

What if I was escaping my life by living in all of these fictional realms?

But… I don’t think this is the case. I mean… I don’t hate my life, so it’s not like I actively want to escape it. And yet at the same time – I do enjoy engaging with all of these types of fiction. I love watching my favourite TV shows, reading fanfiction, reading books, watching movies. Obviously. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be engaging with them.

To be perfectly honest, sometimes it does feel like the highlight of my day is an episode of Sherlock, or whatever. Perhaps I’ve just had a bad day, or a boring day. But I don’t think this is the crux of the issue.

I don’t think that my need for fiction has anything to do with how much I like my life, my reality.

Instead…

I think that it has everything to do with the fact that there’s something special about fiction. Something that captivates me, that draws me in. Makes me stop and stare in absolute wonder.

Creativity.

I can’t help that I get obsessive about fictional characters, or am forever off daydreaming in my own, fictional world. It’s just the way my mind works. And I wouldn’t have it any other way! I love it. πŸ™‚

I live my life through fiction.

Somehow, I don’t think I’m alone on this. So crawl out from under those blankets – I know it’s warm! – and tell me your thoughts about it. It might prove to be a fun topic to delve into – and I’m sure it will help me understand it more myself! I have by no means provided a lengthy exploration here… there’s always something more to think about.

Leave a comment. Start the fictional ball rolling.

Hope you all enjoyed my first ‘proper’ blog post! πŸ˜‰

Have fun!
Bri xx