Omorka's Lair

No commentary for any of these three episodes. All watchable, with a couple of Getting Crap Past The Censors moments.

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I'm going to watch some of the next disc while doing my nails, but I'll probably put off writing about it until later - typing with wet nails is hard. I also need to port my Monkees icon from my fanfic account over.

I made this half-pony, half-Monkee monster to please you . . .
What's with all the screaming?

So this is a thing.

(To be fair, there are a few other recurring themes in the fanart, including Pokemon and (wtf) Clockwork Orange. [Only one Sorting so far.] But this is the one that made me yell so loud I scared the Spouse.)

Apparently I only like Christmas carols when they're in another language, preferably one I don't speak. "Gaudete," "Patapan," "Un Flambeau," "Stille Nacht" (but don't even try it in English!), and now "Riu Chiu."

Of course, who's singing it doesn't hurt. I've pointed out before that I really, really like how Micky Dolenz's and Mike Nesmith's voices sound together, and I don't think it's just the ear of puberty, there. A cappella Monkees, four voices, no instruments? Yes, please!

Apparently Micky ended up on several celebrity atheist lists after answering "No," to the Onion A.V. club's interviewer's question of "Is there a God?" They appear to have left out the remainder of the answer - "God is a verb, not a noun." That doesn't make him an atheist; it makes him a process theologian (and probably either a humanist or a newager or both). It also makes him the sort of guy who quotes Buckminster Fuller to impress girls, or at least interviewers.

Not that there's anything wrong with that. There's a small number of guys who were already in their 40s when I went through puberty who were nonetheless crush-objects of mine and whom I would still quite happily bed now, with me approaching 40 myself and them another twenty years or more along ahead of me, should I get the chance. Harold Ramis tops the list, of course, but Micky Dolenz is quite firmly in second place. (That I was crushing on his twentysomething self from the '60s when he was fortysomething in the '80s is an interesting bit of timey-wimey complexity, but life and teenage hormones are like that sometimes.)

He's still got pipes, as does Nesmith. Shame they can't get along, really. With Jones gone (alas! and RIP), there's little hope of the Monkees ever really being more than three brothers in a deep-seated sibling rivalry sharing a stage for a few minutes. Tork's even harder to wrangle than Nesmith is, although he tends to need the money more. Davy was the only one who still got along with the others, and even that not always well. Still, they did manage to share a stage once in a while, in threes or occasionally fours; not all bands from the same time with acrimonious breakups could say the same.

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Can we keep Matt Smith for another season of Doctor Who and get rid of Moffatt instead? No? Just a thought.

For those who don't know, the Monkees - specifically, the TV show - was one of my early fandoms. I used to have an old notebook from 7th and 8th grade - horrible years, those - filled with snippets of bad fanfic for it. (I will point out that, rather than having my self-insert show up with her naturally curly raven tresses and jade green eyes and have each of the boys fall for her in turn, she was part of her own four-piece band that had a love-hate-rivalry with them and thrashed them at battles-of-the-bands. Not that that's, you know, that much better.)

A Beatle has been gone for pretty much all of my sentient life, the Stones are still around, and I wasn't introduced to the Who until much later, so the Monkees were my "ooh, if only they could get back together!" band. The lack of Nesmith notwithstanding, their '80s reunion album had some fine pop on it. It's a crying shame that they can't get along for long - and Davy was the one who seemed to get along best with the rest.

You were never my crush (Dolenz is the one I will weep bitter tears for), but for your voice and your essential part in something that made my middle school years two decades later bearable, I toast you. Ave et Vale, Davy Jones!

You've seen "Daydream Believer" 20,000 times today, so have one of his that I like better (not just because it's early American electronica, although that is also true): "Star Collector." (These guys were masters of Getting Crap Past The Radar.)



(And one last bit of snark: does this mean David Bowie can go back to using his real name?)

Fic posted to omorka_fics between March 1, 2010, and March 31, 2010:

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Late. Like everything else, lately. *sigh* Not as impressive as some of the last ones, but still kind of long.