Just watched The Wolves of Willoughby Chase

I love the book, so when I saw there was a film I went OMGWANT and got it at once. It was... less than entirely faithful to the book, which was a shame as the whole post-Blastburn bit is my favourite and I can and often do just read it over and over again. And that was cut completely. It won back points by making the two leads less than total angels while still remaining likable and fun, and most of all by making Miss Slighcarp THE MOST AWESOME THING THAT EVER AWESOMED. Seriously, this woman ought to give lessons on awesome. Best thing in the film full stop. Those wolves at the end? Those howls were wolves getting their arses whipped.

Anyway, it was fun, I liked it. I wish they'd had more time to get everything in the book in, because that would be a truely classic kid's film in the vein of Little Princess and Railway Children. The sort of thing you'd be totally sick of because it would be on every Christmas but you'd watch it anyway because it's so much fun.

Just watched The Wolves of Willoughby Chase

I love the book, so when I saw there was a film I went OMGWANT and got it at once. It was... less than entirely faithful to the book, which was a shame as the whole post-Blastburn bit is my favourite and I can and often do just read it over and over again. And that was cut completely. It won back points by making the two leads less than total angels while still remaining likable and fun, and most of all by making Miss Slighcarp THE MOST AWESOME THING THAT EVER AWESOMED. Seriously, this woman ought to give lessons on awesome. Best thing in the film full stop. Those wolves at the end? Those howls were wolves getting their arses whipped.

Anyway, it was fun, I liked it. I wish they'd had more time to get everything in the book in, because that would be a truely classic kid's film in the vein of Little Princess and Railway Children. The sort of thing you'd be totally sick of because it would be on every Christmas but you'd watch it anyway because it's so much fun.

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Comment to this post, and I will list five things I associate with you. They might make sense or they might be totally random. Then post that list, with your commentary, to your LJ (or just add a reply back at me). Other people (including me) can get lists from you, and the meme merrily perpetuates itself.

I finally had a Holocaust related Nightmare

And it was awesome. This is what I get for buying Beksinski prints.

I was in a flea market, I think it was the Stables Market in Camden Lock, and I was browsing through old photographs when I came across a rather odd one. It was pretty big, square, just under A-4 size. It was make of what felt like really thick card, and it showed a bunch of people, I think about three, in a labratory testing something - the photo was blurred and I couldn't make much out, I thought it might have been some sort of weapon, like a gun- on a fourth person.

I thought, well, this is cool. I wondered if I was from something like the Manhatten Project, it looked about that old, so I turned the photo over to find a date, and saw, instead, another photograph. This time I knew exactly what it was and I felt rather pleased with myself for recognising it so fast. It was one of the Auschwitz gas chambers, the one known as the 'little red house'. I was also slightly weirded out because I wasn't aware there were any photos of this gas chamber, it got blown up before the Russians arrived and not many people were taking photos in Auschwitz anyway.

Whatever, I'm not an expert (yet), I must have missed this one. Anyway, I was all set to buy this photograph when I turned it over a third time and things were from creepy to creepypasta.

The first photo had changed.

This time, the laboratory was gone, and I was looking at an SS guard standing in front of a fence in what looked like Birkenau, he was holding something, I wasn't sure what, it looked something like an acordion, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't. He was smiling.

I hadn't done anything to the photo, just turned it over. I stared at it, just thinking this isn't possible, then I turned it over again, and that one had changed too. This time I was looking at three people in gas masks standing in front of one of the crematoria.

At this point I just went this really can't be happening and turned to a group of girls who were standing next to me at the stall, also going through the old junk. I just said, "Please look at this, then turn it over, then turn it over again."

They looked at me, clearly thinking who is this weird freak? But they took the photo, sort of winced at it, turned it over, grimaced again, then turned it over again. Then they freaked out as well. It had changed.

And then I woke up. I'm not sure where the dream could have gone from there but if I can come up with an ending to this story better than avenging surivivors trapping the souls of SS in a photographs, I will totally write this properly and submit it to creepypasta or something. This is one of the most epic dreams I've ever had.

I finally had a Holocaust related Nightmare

And it was awesome. This is what I get for buying Beksinski prints.

I was in a flea market, I think it was the Stables Market in Camden Lock, and I was browsing through old photographs when I came across a rather odd one. It was pretty big, square, just under A-4 size. It was make of what felt like really thick card, and it showed a bunch of people, I think about three, in a labratory testing something - the photo was blurred and I couldn't make much out, I thought it might have been some sort of weapon, like a gun- on a fourth person.

I thought, well, this is cool. I wondered if I was from something like the Manhatten Project, it looked about that old, so I turned the photo over to find a date, and saw, instead, another photograph. This time I knew exactly what it was and I felt rather pleased with myself for recognising it so fast. It was one of the Auschwitz gas chambers, the one known as the 'little red house'. I was also slightly weirded out because I wasn't aware there were any photos of this gas chamber, it got blown up before the Russians arrived and not many people were taking photos in Auschwitz anyway.

Whatever, I'm not an expert (yet), I must have missed this one. Anyway, I was all set to buy this photograph when I turned it over a third time and things were from creepy to creepypasta.

The first photo had changed.

This time, the laboratory was gone, and I was looking at an SS guard standing in front of a fence in what looked like Birkenau, he was holding something, I wasn't sure what, it looked something like an acordion, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't. He was smiling.

I hadn't done anything to the photo, just turned it over. I stared at it, just thinking this isn't possible, then I turned it over again, and that one had changed too. This time I was looking at three people in gas masks standing in front of one of the crematoria.

At this point I just went this really can't be happening and turned to a group of girls who were standing next to me at the stall, also going through the old junk. I just said, "Please look at this, then turn it over, then turn it over again."

They looked at me, clearly thinking who is this weird freak? But they took the photo, sort of winced at it, turned it over, grimaced again, then turned it over again. Then they freaked out as well. It had changed.

And then I woke up. I'm not sure where the dream could have gone from there but if I can come up with an ending to this story better than avenging surivivors trapping the souls of SS in a photographs, I will totally write this properly and submit it to creepypasta or something. This is one of the most epic dreams I've ever had.

Guess who just got seats in the Berlin elections...

...On talk like a pirate day.

COINCIDENCE? I THINK NOT!

Guess who just got seats in the Berlin elections...

...On talk like a pirate day.

COINCIDENCE? I THINK NOT!

So it's all come full circle...

Something I always take a certain amount of perverse pride in, is that while other fanfic writers' shameful beginnings usually entail bad spelling, Mary Sues and shite plots, mine involved actually being banned from ff.net.

Which sounds cooler than it actually was. Actually, I was banned for plagarising someone else's story (which has since vanished from the 'net, but then it was ten years ago). I won't go into detail, it was kinda shitty, but I didn't know The Rules of the Internet and to be honest, the resulting story is still not horrible enough for me to be too ashamed of it. I dropped that account, started a new one under the cool goth name of Skull Bearer, and the rest is history.

Only things have a tendancy come around again, and now I've been plagarised. Seriously, someone was so bereft of creative spark they basically nicked Of Needles and re-wrote the first chapter. Badly. Like, really badly. So badly I wanted to claw my eyes out because dead god it was crap. So bad I'm not posting a link here, because I don't want one of you innocent grasshoppers going in and seeing what cannot be unseen.

So I reported it to ff.net and told the author to please take it down, because I've been here before, and I know how embarrasing it'll be for them ten years down the line.

You know, I'd always thought I'd have to wait until I was, y'know, published, for this kinda stuff to happen. Huh.

(next Needle installment tentatively titled Love and War, like I hadn't ripped off enough song titles already)

So it's all come full circle...

Something I always take a certain amount of perverse pride in, is that while other fanfic writers' shameful beginnings usually entail bad spelling, Mary Sues and shite plots, mine involved actually being banned from ff.net.

Which sounds cooler than it actually was. Actually, I was banned for plagarising someone else's story (which has since vanished from the 'net, but then it was ten years ago). I won't go into detail, it was kinda shitty, but I didn't know The Rules of the Internet and to be honest, the resulting story is still not horrible enough for me to be too ashamed of it. I dropped that account, started a new one under the cool goth name of Skull Bearer, and the rest is history.

Only things have a tendancy come around again, and now I've been plagarised. Seriously, someone was so bereft of creative spark they basically nicked Of Needles and re-wrote the first chapter. Badly. Like, really badly. So badly I wanted to claw my eyes out because dead god it was crap. So bad I'm not posting a link here, because I don't want one of you innocent grasshoppers going in and seeing what cannot be unseen.

So I reported it to ff.net and told the author to please take it down, because I've been here before, and I know how embarrasing it'll be for them ten years down the line.

You know, I'd always thought I'd have to wait until I was, y'know, published, for this kinda stuff to happen. Huh.

(next Needle installment tentatively titled Love and War, like I hadn't ripped off enough song titles already)