Finished my book cover design for my agent’s Christmas campaign centered
on Charles Dickens’ “A Christmas Carol.” Even though they asked us to
not all go for a ghost centered design, I just couldn’t help myself.
But at least I have them all on the back cover. Besides they’re not
Seriously though, this is one bizarre yet charming movie.
It’s basically an update on the classic tale of Ebenezer Scrooge, except instead of the protagonist being a money-grabby jerk, he’s a jerk who works for a TV channel (which is a pretty clever update). The ghosts, however, are the ones who steal the show. They are really funny, really quirky and really intimidating respectively, and their designs are so memorable!
The writing, the pacing, the tone, it’s all in check for a movie that balances cynicism and innocence really well. I wasn’t expecting a movie like this to carry on the spirit of the season so much, but it really does. Definitely give this one a shot, you won’t be disappointed.
And now, if you excuse me, I have to avoid a rift from happening between the present and the future. It seems not even time can get along with itself these days.
Hey just been reading out on these people with christian parents and I’m so sorry that you all have been going through this your whole life….I was lucky enough to live in a house where my mother didn’t give a single shit about me, my sexuality, my religion, what i watch. From what I remember her only rules were 1. Don’t be goth (no face piercings and black lipstick is what she assumes to be goth) 2. No ouija boards. cool. never had a big interest in them anyways. shit goes wrong too often.
Fast forward to a year ago. Got married. He told me when I met him that he’s christian. whatevs. wasn’t strict about it or anything and shit was all peachy. The no ouija board rule stayed intact but as I stated earlier, don’t really care. He’s just not comfy with the idea of summoning stuff into a home. I can live with that.
now fast forward to now. fuck my life. We now live with his parents in Mississippi as we finish college. I’ll be living here for about 3-4 loooong years. God these are those parents I read about. His mom is the kind of person who has crosses all. over. the. house. She only listens to that crappy new age christian music on the radio. I’ve had my opinions dismissed due to the fact that I’m not a Christian. I’m now not allowed to watch Supernatural, FMA, Harry Potter, or anything that references demons or witchcraft or anything. They preach bible verses to me on a daily fucking basis and keep pestering me that I HAVE to convert. Ummmmmmmmmmm NoIDon’t. Also apparently if I don’t convert I’ll end up “brainwashing and tricking their future grandchildren”. My christmas present from them was a cross and a bible so I can “learn the truth”. God fucking forbid I’m now deeply interested in witchcraft and reeeeeally want to practice this but I’m almost certain I’ll get us kicked out of the house if I do this.. UUUUUUUUUUUUGH
THE TIME OF PEACE AND JOY AND FORGIVENESS - AND GOOD WILL TO ALL PEOPLE IN THE WORLD ……. OR NOT?
Mycroft Holmes hates Christmas. Sherlock Holmes isn’t very fond of it either. Unless there is a challenging case to solve, an interesting mystery to unriddle. Then it is Christmas for Sherlock …. regardless what time of the year.
And so it is indeed Christmas in S1 for Sherlock when he goes on the very first case together with his new flatmate John Watson.
It is also Christmas in S2. Thanks to @the-7-percent-solution and what she discovered about Mrs. Hudson’s new dress, we can be quite sure that ASIB took place after THOB (X). So, on this Christmas Jim is already on the loose. Irene sent her camera phone to Sherlock for save keeping and she lies ‘not’ in the morgue but is on the run (as far as we know). The flight of the dead is still in the process of planning (and the plane might come back in S4) Oh, and John’s blog counter stopped ticking at 1895 ….
And it is Christmas in S3 when Magnusson is murdered and Sherlock gets arrested for it and is thrown into an isolated prison cell. He is waiting there to be sent to Eastern Europe on a mission that will prove fatal in about six months. Never to see John Watson again. (but maybe that Christmas is not quite real if it’s in Sherlocks mind)
And finally - at least for now - the whole story of the abominable bride is settled around Christmas time. TAB is Christmas too (and this Christmas is definitely not real) But … it’s the Christmas of 1895 ………
Looks like it is Christmas in every single episode of Sherlock BBC. Coincidence? I wonder if this might be of any improtance. (Mycroft’s voice in my ear softly wispering 'the universe, the universe ….’).
And by a closer look at the different Christmases …. well …. the first one is just Christmas because there are four very interesting suicide killings with poisoned pills. On the second Christmas a woman is lying dead in the morgue. Not Irene …. but someone with the missfortune of looking similar to her got killed because of that. On the third Christmas a man kills another one on full purpose and accepts willingly penalty and certain death afterwards. On the fourth Christmas two women are lying dead in the morgue. One murdered because again a doppelgänger was needed … the other committed suicide after killing her husband.
Wow …. the season of peace and merriment …. merry Christmas indeed!
Also on the Christmas trail is @tjlcisthenewsexy with some interesting thoughts about Christmas future, past and present and a lot of links to more stuff of that topic. (X)
For her first Christmas in her new universe, Rose was more or less catatonic, at least on the inside. Outwardly, she put on a brave face and tried to celebrate with her Mum, Dad, and Mickey as best she could. She helped with the decorating, and baked cookies with her Mum, and pretended to be happy and grateful when her parents showered her and each other with love and gifts. But surrounded by all of the luxury that came with being a Tyler in this universe, Rose couldn’t help but feel more homesick than ever. She would have traded it all in a heartbeat to be back at the Powell Estate, back on the TARDIS, back with the Doctor.
Her second Christmas was a bit better, if only marginally. The new baby was fun to shop for and play with, even if he was too little to fully appreciate the holiday. As much as she hated and begrudged her life here, she couldn’t help but fall hopelessly in love with her little brother.
Her third Christmas seemed to pass in a blur, and she didn’t partake in much of the festivities. The Dimension Cannon was showing signs of life, and she and everyone at Torchwood spent many hours testing and tweaking the machine, sending various robots and drones through the Void to ensure it would be safe for a human to travel through. Rose did make a point to spend Christmas Day at the mansion, knowing (hoping) that she would soon be back in her proper universe.
So, not only is this post going to explain the significance of the Christmas Day I had yesterday, but it is also going to attempt to begin to formulate an answer lots of questions I have received along the lines of:
… AKA, MY FUTURE. Here goes.
Four the last four years in my home, Christmas Day has naturally been associated with depression and anxiety. It has been an extremely dark holiday to experience: the festivity of the season surrounds, and yet I haven’t been able to partake in any of it. In previous Christmas seasons, I have shut myself away, broken down on the way to visiting family (also failed to visit family and sat in the house alone), refused to eat, cancelled plans and cried endlessly. Christmas had become a season of discomfort and distress. So it is only understandable that this year I approached this season with some trepidation. As a person who on the one hand believes she has recovered, there is still part of me that always expects these feelings to come back, strike upon me like a bolt of lightning to remind me that I am infinitesimally smaller than my problems. However, this year I can finally say that I have experienced the kind of Christmas Day I always longed to. And it feels brilliant.
Not that the festive season has been void of disappointments … it didn’t necessarily start out well. Two days before Christmas, I was rejected from a grad scheme I had applied to last term. I wasted an entire day and a bit of studying/uni work just to apply, which has now been for nothing. It threw me (I confess I’ve never experienced an outright rejection before), and I began panicking about what was going to be the ‘next step’ after university. For the past year I have been telling myself that all I wanted to do was get a job in London. But lately I’ve been reconsidering.
Being in third year results in the question ‘what are you going to do when you graduate?’ spreading around a Cambridge college like wildfire, and I have felt that I needed a ‘plan’ as to my next steps in order to answer it sufficiently. But there’s one thing that bugs me, and it’s this: I haven’t even finished the first thing I wanted to do in order to consider my life a success yet … I haven’t graduated from Cambridge with a grade that I know I worked my hardest to get. I thought that coming to this university was going to be the biggest achievement of my life, and it stands as that at this moment in time. However lately I have been feeling forced to look beyond, when I think that planning these ‘next steps’ could effect the work I’m doing now. I have heard from friends who have graduated that the key to getting a job asap is to apply to lots and lots of these kind of schemes/programmes in the next few weeks … but how many more days of study do I really want to sacrifice for something I don’t even know I have a chance of getting?
I guess I’m just scared about having less focus towards my uni work the more I strive to get a grad job…and if I don’t succeed in getting a job then I feel like I’ll be kicking myself come graduation day if I feel disappointed in my mark. And yet I know that if I don’t have any plans lined up, then I will be so unhappy once i graduate with no job, no money, no idea what to do next. It will be a dead end. In a perfect world, I could juggle things such as applications, interviews and university work (there are many who can, and do), but it’s taken quite a lot of time to realise that that’s not me (cue Skepta). I don’t think I am capable of juggling these things while staying sane. As we all know, I think I think too much about things.
Ultimately, I know that in the distant future I want to return to university to do a postgrad, and even eventually a doctorate. That would be #ultimategoals. I’d love to be an academic, but I don’t think I’m ready to do this yet. I’d love to do journalism, or editorial work … but the sector in the UK at this moment in time is notoriously difficult to get into. And I’m quite a self-doubter.
So … where does all of this fit into my Christmas? My mother.
Yesterday, my mum - who has talked with me for the last few days/months about ‘the future’ - told me my Christmas present. She has put money into a savings account, to be added to and used by me. But she wants me to use it for one thing, and one thing only: to go to Australia on a working visa after I graduate, to both visit my family over there & to travel on my own afterwards for one year. I cried.
We were going to move to Australia when I was 5 to join my family out there - we went for a month and I adored it as a young child. But my mum didn’t want to separate me from my dad, so she held off. I have cousins my age there, and one of them became like a sister to me over the years, even though we have been miles apart. She moved to Edinburgh for 1 year a few years ago, and I went to visit - I miss her so much now she has gone back. My mum has always known that doing the ‘Australia for a year’ thing was always something I wanted to do. And I’ve always wanted to travel alone, but my mental illness in the past has been debilitating - my mini ‘gap year’ between architecture and english was spent in either a doctors or counsellor’s office, and it has now become a void space in the span of my life.
She said that it doesn’t need to be as soon as I graduate - I can still apply for any grad jobs I see that I think I would really love. However’s there’s now the financial backing for an alternative plan, one that may be scary for me to embark on as somebody who is super organised & has to work to a ‘proper’ structure. There’s now a chance for me to go and experience something that I know, out of all the questions such as ‘what do you want to do?’ ‘where do you want to go?’, has always been a certain answer. I’ve always wanted to see my family in Australia again, to work there for a year, to travel around. Each one of my family members in the UK has done the same thing at some point in their lives, so perhaps it may be time for me to do the same. It may give me time to think about what I want to do next, or where I want to go with my life next. I can’t believe my mother has done this for me.
So, when it comes to any questions people have about what I’m going to do after uni: at the moment, I’m applying for any grad jobs I think I may really enjoy. But if this doesn’t work, then I will get a summer job at home and in late 2016 I will be flying to Australia.