My political views are so far left I’ve exited pursued by a bear
I can’t believe this theatre pun post was so relatable
Still makes me cry every time.
It’s moments like this for which the cinema was invented.
Teresa Nielsen Hayden:
In a purely literary sense, fanfic doesn’t exist. There is only fiction. Fanfic is a legal category created by the modern system of trademarks and copyrights. Putting that label on a work of fiction says nothing about its quality, its creativity, or the intent of the writer who created it.
The Pulitzer Prize for Fiction this year went to March, a novel by Geraldine Brooks, published by Viking. It’s a re-imagining of the life of the father of the four March girls in Louisa May Alcott’s Little Women. Can you see a particle of difference between that and a work of declared fanfiction? I can’t. I can only see two differences: first, Louisa May Alcott is out of copyright; and second, Louisa May Alcott, Geraldine Brooks, and Viking are dreadfully respectable.
I’m just a tad cynical about authors who rage against fanfic. Their own work may be original to them, but even if their writing is so outre that it’s barely readable, they’ll still be using tropes and techniques and conventions they picked up from other writers. We have a system that counts some borrowings as legitimate, others as illegitimate. They stick with the legit sort, but they’re still writing out of and into the shared web of literature. They’re not so different as all that.
All I want out of the new Watershed Down adaptation is for Sacha Baron Cohen to voice Keehar
Our winning Easter Bonnet Presentation, sung to the tune of “Alexander Hamilton.” Proud of our company, who raised an insane $516,029 for BCEFA. And grateful to you, who dropped Hamiltons in our buckets for people who need it to live. Thank you. *greatjob*
*retrieves jaw from lap*
Gentlebeings, I give you Lin-Manuel Miranda, bloody frelling genius and walking pop-culture slot machine.
Who else really wants to see Lin play Sweeney Todd for real now?
Dead. I am dead. This clip poured a vial of poison in my ear, I’ve died, and now I’ve come back to haunt the ramparts.