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Marvoloverse: An ongoing Harry Potter fandom project to describe Hogwarts and the associated Wizarding society circa 1855. It focuses on the fic Two Worlds and In-Between and I highly recommend this fic and its universe to all HP fans.
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Imperium: Alternate history novel of WWII. By July 1942 General Sir Claude Auchinleck had reinforced the last stronghold before Alexandria with most of the British Eighth Army. On 2 July the Deutsches Afrikakorps arrived at El Alamein with only fifty functioning tanks, but they also arrived with their newly-promoted Generalfeldmarschall Erwin Rommel. Will Rommel achieve the first victory of Plan Orient, the strategic vision to turn Barbarossa from a single front to a pincer attack? Will he be swiftly defeated by Auchinleck, removing Montgomery's name from the history books? Or will the political machinations both in London and Germany produce an entirely different outcome? You'll just have to find out...
 
 
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24 November 2018 @ 10:35 am
Fandoms are listed in alphabetical order, listed by genfic then pairing by full name in alphabetical order (fics with multiple pairings are listed under both). Original writing is by setting.
Fanfiction
Harry Potter ) Thursday Next ) Underworld )
Original Work
Late Roman Republic (circa 50BC) )
World War II (1942-44) ) Updates, excerpts and chapters for beta-reading of Imperium are all in the WWII section. So far there is the prologue (July 1944) and a small section of Chapter III (July 1942).
 
 
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08 November 2009 @ 08:30 pm
If you're not interested in my house-hunting, skip to the punchline. )
After trawling through a few dozen internet pages, I found the most awesome house photo I had yet seen. I gleefully clicked on the link, only to find...
...that it was the Haus am Grossen Wannsee.

The first thought that popped into my head was "Oh bugger, it's a museum." The second thought was that scene in Conspiracy when Heydrich is twirling around in the entrance hall and suddenly exclaims, "I like this house! When the war has finished, I think I shall live here!" with that amused insistence that only Kenneth Brannagh can manage.

So I want to live in the house in which the Endlösung acquired its first bureaucratic machinery. I'm not quite sure what to make of that...
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Til Schweiger, Thomas Kretschmann and Matthias Schweighöfer all in the same film? It may be a bonus that Zewiohrküken will probably never show its selfish, perfect-Aryan-hogging face in Australian cinemas, because I will probably faint from all the attractiveness. If it turns out to be two hours of the three of them watching paint dry, or getting their hair cut, or picking their noses, I would pay money to see it anyway. Yes, I would pay to see Thomas Kretschmann's nostrils. Shut up.

Here's the only bit of information I can scrape up about the loveliness:
Zweiohrküken (from Dailymotion - June 29, 2009)
Duration: 160
Schauspieler : Thomas Kretschmann, Til Schweiger, Ken Duken, Matthias Schweighöfer, Nora Tschirner Produktion : barefoot films Direktor : Til Schweiger
Kurzinhalt : Ludo und Anna zwei Jahre später .... der Alltag ist eingekehrt. Als Ludo eine alte Flamme wiedertrifft, wird Anna eifersüchtig ... mit Recht! Die Gute ist offensichtlich noch ziemlich interessiert. Ludo wehrt sich, auch mit Recht, gegen Annas Kontrollversuche und fordert Freiraum ein. Dummerweise taucht just zu diesem Zeitpunkt Annas Ex-Freund Ralf auf und plötzlich gefällt Ludo der neue Freiraum gar nicht mehr so gut...


While we're at it, here's an interview on The Pianist with Thomas and Adrien Body, which is interesting in its own right, not just because there is a very distracting picture of TK in uniform that makes me want to give him a hug. It's so clear that although he's playing a Wehrmacht officer rather than a Nazi, he's still slightly uncomfortable in the uniform with all its connotations. (It fits the character perfectly, since Hauptmann Hosenfeld is supposed to be considering the moral position he's in, I'm just extrapolating here.)

Just to cheer myself up after that, precisely why I would pay to look at Thomas Ketschmann's nostrils ).
 
 
nunc sentio: flirty
 
 
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I renewed correspondence with my old English tutor the other day and his reply amused me. Why isn't there a web comic featuring game NPCs duelling each other with the quality of their elegaic couplets rather than shruiken-expelling, eau-de-cologne-jet blasting BFGs?

There has been considerable controversy over the Dickinson selection of poems [for the Australian version of the A-levels] because the Board [of Studies, controlling the evil exams] has opted for the out-of-date Reeves version. Sydney Grammar [an expensive school] challenged the Board to a duel at 10 iambic pentameters. The Board's seconds gave in without even an enjambment, and Franklin's 1996 scholarship and Johnson's 1956 patchwork were finally ruled in as acceptable alternatives. But, connecting the poems to 'belonging' has reduced almost everyone to 'Zero at the Bone' anyway.


For about a month now I have been attempting to write an honest and amusing review of the new QT film, located as it is in a parallel universe in which all Americans are thoughtless villains and all Wehrmacht officers are colossal morons. I should be rejoicing this, as all too often it's the other way around, but try as I might, I can't recommend this film. It sets up expectations so high that a V2 couldn't get over them, only to dash the audience's hopes the very next scene, which left my pleasure in the film bouncing madly up and down like the tennis scores in a Rainer Schüttler match. And just like a Schüttler match, it ended badly.
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24 October 2009 @ 10:12 pm
PANIC Condensed Matter Physics assignment due PANIC Astrophysics due EXTRA PANIC Partial Differential Equations eeeek! (although that was slightly cool that the lecturer has swastikas all over his notes, perhaps that means I can write "Sieg Heil!" and get marks, if not PANIC PANIC. Oh yes, and cosmological research project due PANIC 15000 words left PANIC draft due Monday 5pm PANIC, one week to presentation PANIC PANIC PANIC.
How am I going to write fanfic when all I'm doing is getting STRESSED?

Hang on, I found some pictures of Til Schweiger in PINSTRIPE UNDERWEAR. Hahahaha!
 
 
nunc sentio: stressed
 
 
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15 October 2009 @ 05:50 pm
There are so many little details that leave me thinking "Why didn't I think of that? It's perfect." Heydrich is never capable of relaxing from his analysing, the mention of blitzkrieg, which evokes so many connotations, all the epicurean touches like the cognac and cigarettes, the last sentence. I wish I could write compactly yet evoke emotion: all that Latin epic wants me to vomit words like a diabetic who has just consumed half a case of lemonade, spewing words from every orifice and making my sentences ooze from every pore in a giant cascade of wordiness. Tortured metaphors aside, a picture is worth a thousand words, right? To summarise this drabble:



46: Cheat


(On a somewhat related note, my PDEs lecturer wanted to highlight that something was very important, so he drew a swastika on the board next to an equation and said "I hope this gets your attention every time! It's very, very important! I'll do this every time a linearisation appears." Since practically the while course is about linearising, we're going to have a lot of swastikas on our notes. I wish I'd been close enough to the German exchange student to see his expression.)
 
 
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13 October 2009 @ 08:28 pm
If I ever need a definition of total langweilig I will simply get out my timetable and show the dictionary-allergic twat the column for Tuesday. Today was an exception.

My research project is practically finished: I made the change today from a universe in which all the "fluids" went from being separate to interacting, e.g. dark energy can decay into matter or photons. (Everything decays into light eventually.) Instead of me having to re-derive all the differential equations from general relativity, my supervisor turned up with a pair of ready-to-code PDEs, then did all the coding work for me and debugged the lot! (FUCK YEAH!) Then he postponed my TALK OF DOOM for a week (maybe two) which is pretty damn sweet, since I'm one of those terrible people who have to write the paper before they present the talk, instead of using the outline of the talk slides as a summary of the paper. So I now have another fortnight to write 15 000 words. (And get images, references, graphs etc., which is what actually takes the time.)

Then the quantum theory lecturer cancelled all forthcoming lectures because we have apparently...finished the course. Three weeks and nine lectures early. So I had a free period, in which I attempted to do my report, but got sidetracked into David Irving (don't ask), Rommel without his shirt off and whether or not Himmler and Heydrich had some kind of funky self-hating relationship on the side. In which my acquaintence seemed a little too interested, to be honest, since he evetually decided that a D/s subverting, envy-fuelled, homoerotic obsession betwen the two most powerful people in the SS was a dead certainty.
(Actually, that sounds like brilliant fanfic material. Please? Seriously, I'd want this fic more than the kinky Landa/Hellstrom/Stiglitz blackmailing, triple-agent, language-kink fanfic of awesome. However, I have not been interested in slash for that long, since it all seems to be written from the POV of thirteen year old girls with funny obsessions about leather trousers and people called Draco, so for once I have a legitimate excuse to be on the recieving end of fic for a change.)

But I digress. This afternoon, I discovered my marks for the assignment of DOOM, for which at least two people scored full marks and a thid got 29/30. Whoever you are, you've just ruined my chance of getting a Cambridge scholarship and thus entering that hallowed hall of cosmological badassery (fuck you, pound-dollar exchange rate and 66 000 pound PhD fees), but you probably aspire to be Macquarie Bank financiers, so I'm glad you're practising for your future existence as aggravating, pus-filled douches. </ rant> I'm not getting stressed about this 94% pass mark at all, am I?

The good news is that I scored a respectable 25/30, so while its not the 94 I need - unless the gods of fate smile upon me and scale my marks up for once - it's a mark that probably demonstrates that I worked to the best of my ability, instead of being a procrastinating moron wasting my intelligence on physics projects, Lagrangian Dynamics and Third Reich alternate history novels.

To close, apparently Rainer Schüttler won his first-round match today, which means he's just won four matches in a row. I reserve for this an expression which has, if my memory serves me correctly, not been used for a few years: FUCK YEAH, since I feel a strange affinity for him. (Namely, that however much I strive at something or how well I want to do, my results are always relative to other people's, so when they do better than I in those key moments that determine the year's outcome, I always feel like a twat that could have been up there with the best, if only X had happened.) But I digress. I feel terribly sorry for the poor man: he ended last year on an incredible high, getting into the semis at Wimbledon, but seemed to lose his nerve in a couple of crucial matches and bombed out, pretty much instigating a giant losing streak. Why should I feel sorry for a famous sports star, who has US$6 000 000 in prize money in the bank and gets autograph requests, probably in perfumed envelopes, from single women, I hear you ask. No, it's not because he is tall, blond and German, although that helps. He appears to embody a dying breed: the chivalrous gentleman, who is graceful in defeat (well he's had a lot of practice), magnanimous in victory and enjoys what he does without attempting the ultimately futile goal of appeasing one's hardcore fan base.



I'll take any exucse to post pictures like this, honestly. Pity he's not wearing the...right kind of Hugo Boss...if you get my drift.


So yes, today was generally awesome. Tomorrow, no doubt my good mood will evaporate, as I have to represent the USyd physics society at the annual Clubs and Societies night and frankly I can't think of many things that appeal to me less than dressing up in a skimpy Bollywood costume when the wind will probably blow everything off, going through the motions of interacting with a bunch of boring people who have too much enthusiasm for dancing and cheap booze and not enough for my cultural pretensions. Like nice wine and conversations containing at least one word that has more than three syllables in it. At least I'll have the German Club Oktoberfest to warm up for it.
 
 
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08 October 2009 @ 10:04 pm
See this fic? Read it. Now, otherwise Rommel will bend you over his knee and spank you with his Field Marshal's baton.
Opposite and Complement, translation
Gegenstück und Ergänzung, original
Ooops, that sounds like a good incentive to misbehave to me. Shades of Monty Python and the Holy Grail anyone?

On a totally unrelated note, here's Himmler in a dress.

I need cheering up after today: my assignment is going downhill faster than a hyperactive extreme skier, yet I'm not allowed to drop the subject because it's too late in the semester. My only last-ditch resort would be to take up lab, but it's physically impossible to do that and complete the 2 credit points of work I would need to replace the theory. Nor will the physics co-ordinator let me expand my research project into 6cp instead of 4cp to make up the total. (WTF? You'd think he'd be happier that I was spending my time trying to get something up to paper quality, submit to journal standard than tearing my hair out, but noooo.) You know what the cherry on the Schwarzwalderkirschtorte is? The subject starts in week 7, so it's too late to drop it even before the first lecture starts!
I never, ever thought I would want to drop astrophysics, or that I wouldn't have a chance at an honours scholarship. But now? I'd be happy to pass the fucking subject.
 
 
nunc sentio: stressed
 
 
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If that didn't get your attention, nothing will! To cut a long story short, I trawl the internet for footage of this man and scarf it down as soon as I find it, like I have some kind of wasting illness of the eyes and if I don't get my daily dose of Kretschmann I will expire on the spot. I am now officially known in the video shop as "the one who asks after obscure foreign films" because I've picked their brains so many times (and have started ordering the films in just to shut me up). I sat through hours of Tom Cruise in Valkyrie (and endured his dreadful German intro) just to enjoy watching someone who could act and not destroy my sense of immersion like a mouse being run over by a Panzer.

While indulging my habit of scouring the internet for more Thomas footage, I came across crockett89's video series, which is an "alternate history," a kind of "Thomas biography" that one would get if all the Nazis he played were the one person, who evolved into each character. That rambling probably didn't make sense because the timeline in the film jumps around a lot, plus there's a future insertion bit that turns the whole film into "give Thomas time-travelling powers and a Wehrmacht uniform."
cut for links and film info )

In one of the clips there is a brief shot (ack! pun totally unintended) showing Thomas being dragged from a bed without any clothes on. I would love to know which film this is from: I strongly suspect Der Untergang. (Hermann Fegelein, you naughty boy.)
 
 
nunc sentio: flirty
 
 
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30 September 2009 @ 10:12 pm
Wie kommen wir am besten zum Gasthaus bitte?
This gentleman has talent! He should certainly be making money from his amazing artwork.
 
 
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A bit more )

asdhjk; This fic has started to write itself in German and French and Latin poetry. which would be fine, except that I can never be arsed to write a translation, since it never sounds right in English.
 
 
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22 September 2009 @ 09:11 pm
The last week has been - incalculably - mediocre. If you don't want to be bored to tears by RL, skip this )

Fortunately on the weekend I discovered a new clothes shop during an unusual bout of shopping. The owner was German (it turns out that she had stayed as a student in Cochem, which is where my mother used to live) and an enormous fan of Thomas Kretschmann. We spent some time swooning over the Master Race poster boy Thomas, August Diehl and Daniel Bruhl (both in Inglorious Bastards) and she highly recommended Til Schweiger. Both Bruhl and Schweiger were in films with Thomas (In Enemy Hands and In Tranzit, in which TK and DB remove all their clothes. Just for symmetry, since everyone else is in uniform, here's Thomas in uniform too. However, the droolworthy fact of the week is not the growing list of attractive men with nice green passports, but that the shopkeeper's sister went clubbing in Berlin and spent most of the night dancing with Daniel Bruhl...until her best friend said "Daniel Bruhl? That Idiot!" within his earshot, thus ruining the seemingly large chances of spending the rest of the night with Daniel too. 0.0

On Monday I did my first German tutoring session, which wasn't as staccato as I had hoped. It's difficult when the student has no pre-existing vocab whatsoever, but I think we managed. She can now introduce herself, including place of birth and residence, describe her family and pets. (I am so tempted to bring in a CD with attractive pictures of the above next week, to check whether she's been learning her vocab.)

...Yes, yes, I'll hurry up with the Stiglitz/Hellstrom/Landa porn!fic you wanted, penumbra !
 
 
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This suggestion:
If only someone were to write a Hellstrom/Stiglitz/Landa fic, with dub-con, language kink, subset pairings thereof, blackmail and powerplay within mindfuck within spying games and triple agent-ness.
Received this reply:
I do believe the volume of my squee would break the space-time continuum... O____O THIS MUST BE WRITTEN, FOR THE SAKE OF ALL THAT IS UNHOLY.
and as I was at a loose end, instead of looking up German listening comprehension on the internet, I started writing fic.

0.0 Sorry penumbra, I did intend to be productive, but I just kept tripping over plot bunnies. So how is this for an opening paragraph? )
 
 
nunc sentio: accomplished
 
 
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15 September 2009 @ 09:07 am
I just finished the first Partial Differential Equations assignment of the year. They weren't kidding when the lecturers admitted to rewriting the course so it was more challenging! The last question (for advanced students only, woe is me) made me rage quit. There are very few problems that make me quit out of brain meltdown, but this is one! Click for the loong question. Then feel better that your assignments aren't that hard.
...Right? (If not, you can always send me a solution!)





In better news, I am starting my new job as a German tutor today. (Yay!) Unfortunately all the assignment work has sucked up my time and attention like the siege of Tobruk, only less uncomfortable. So I have done no revision and will have to make it up as I go along. :(
 
 
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11 September 2009 @ 03:48 pm
A series whose thematic retentions,
Of Nazis in occult dimensions,
Really got on my tits,
But Yahtzee rescued the shit,
With his witty limerick conventions.



Yes, it's Zero Punctuation reviewing a game occupying the simultaneous quantum states of "remake", "predecessor" and "expansion" of the classic Wolfenstein games. I have to admit that I've never played it, but I'll look at Unskippable before I download the demo. Having mentioned Unskippable as a result of the Halo Wars guest appearance, I must also say that it isn't nearly as amusing as ZP, but it does provide a moderately entertaining way of viewing cut scenes (especially as my computer hardware usually means I turn every graphics setting to "dim" or "pathetic".
 
 
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07 September 2009 @ 11:44 am
Half of my hypothetical offspring's DNA had a "sorry for stealing your role" cake baked for him!



Actually, I lie: it was baked on September 8, so it's probably a memorial cake of some kind for Claus, Graf v. Stauffenberg. But it can be a quantum cake existing in several field states at once, right?

In less amusing, but related news, there is (finally!) some Immortal: ad vitam fanfic Alcide by qween-tartii and an interesting post on the trilogy upon which the film was based, but you probably don't want to read it if you've seen the film and want to concentrate on anything else all day. Or night.

Edit: Just when I thought he couldn't get any more impressive:
Annoying twat standing on box, vs. future husband standing on ground.
Would he not have made a brilliant aristocrat? (And then we would have seen him snogging Carice van Houten as well. *sniff*)
 
 
nunc sentio: amused
 
 
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05 September 2009 @ 08:25 pm
The sum total of Thomas' screen time in Mogadishu Wilkommen has been placed on YouTube. Thank you, whoever did that, and appreciates how Thomas-starved us non-Germans are! There are no subtitles, but I can post a translation if you like (i.e. if your brain is not totally occupied by the sound of his voice ;-) ). There was an interview somewhere on the net in which Thomas said that the captain (whom he plays) was a forgotten hero in Germany. For once he isn't playing a villain!

Parts 1-3 behind cut )
 
 
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02 September 2009 @ 09:06 pm
I loaded this game onto my computer just yesterday, only to find that in the 3 years since I had purchased my laptop, the hardware was obsolete! (For anyone that cares, I have an ATI graphics card and a 1.66Ghz CPU. Unfortunately the game requires PhysX, which was bought by Nvidia, who make other graphics cards. So, in a cut-throat but rather stupid move, they made all the new drivers incompatible with the ATI cards. So the rendering is shoved onto the pile of tasks run by the already overwhelmed CPU.) It transpires that I can play the game, but the keys aren't as responsive as I would like, and the graphics in the still screens have an annoying black and white interference band through the middle.

Anyway, the game. It's a WWII stealth/first-person shooter, involving a female British agent infiltrating German lines in 1944. The stealth mechanics are punishingly difficult: every enticing bit of cover conceals you from one guard while exposing you to the other two; if you so much as cough half the Leibstartande pop out from the nearest pot plant; they all have Schmeissers and you have either a pocket knife or a pistol with enough ammunition to worry half a scouting party. The only thing that keeps me from giving up is the AI: the Germans maintain a near-constant stream of chatter, drunken singing, or exposition designed to make you feel sorry from the RK whose throat you just slit and his son in the Hitlerjugend Div. It's all in German, but the stupid subtitles can't be turned off, unless I reinstall the game in German from scratch.

The other wonderful gimmick is morphine mode, an all too short period in which the guards freeze, rose petals fall from the sky and the British agent's clothes fall off.
No I'm not making that up! The first time the instructions came up, I thought I had to use the morphine on the guard, which resulted in many frustrating deaths before I realised that I had to use it on myself. I was highly confused as to why a die-hard British spy would want visions like that, but then it actually worked and I stopped caring. I don't know which developer has a fetish for prancing naked before a fully-armed SS infantryman in a secluded forest while the two of them are being showered with rose petals, but I wish I'd thought of it first.

Zero Punctuation reviewed this one too:
 
 
nunc sentio: I keep dying on level 1!
 
 
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29 August 2009 @ 04:24 pm
In some months I am expected to hold a 21st birthday party, with all the organisation, catering and general mayhem that entails.
Let A = {old friends}, B={new friends}. A ∩ B = ∅  ) As a result, if I want them to stay in the same room for more than an hour, I have to choose some kind of dull vanilla theme which will, if not satisfy everyone, at least keep them from throwing Molotov cocktails.

To add to the difficulty, I am receiving conflicting advice )

I would like to hold a 1930s-era party, at which everyone dresses up, eats dinner, then has a good time either talking or making themselves dizzy on the dance floor to a bunch of LPs. Apparently there are major issues with this plan:
1. Very few people will own, or be able to borrow, a set of tails or black tie. )
2. The food, or lack thereof. )
3. Let me be honest: I hate dancing. For some unfathomable reason, I abhor making an arse out of myself on a dance floor filled with people either falling over their stilettos or engaging in barely disguised homoerotic subtext. However, I am by far the exception, so I have a possible solution: proper dancing. )
4. Cabaret: a good idea? )

So I need the advice of my f-list! Quite badly! If you received an invitation to a "21st Birthday of 1930s Madness" -
1. Would you go?
2. Would you comply with the dress code or not be arsed?
3. Would you dance? Even if you had to learn the moves and have a partner?
4. How would you want to be fed?

Help!
 
 
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The least I can do with such an amusing document is propagate it around the web, but I admit to the LJ-cuts. There has been a worldwide reassessment of the threats posed by terrorists to the world's key military forces:
The EU is still filling out paperwork to change their official multilingual alert status from 'argue over pay' to 'argue over uniforms'. )
Meanwhile, in America... )
In New Zealand the General Staff has been overrun by Baaa-sket cases. )
Finally, in Australia... )

Finally, I have another set of photos for the calendar, which I should probably put into f-list-only mode, but never mind. I did find another candidate, but I have no clue as to his identity. :(
How could I forget Peiper? )
 
 
nunc sentio: frustrated
 
 
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09 August 2009 @ 04:24 pm


Ostensibly a review of EA's Medal of Honour: Airborne, but it's really an hysterical diatribe on modern WWII fiction of all kinds. Audio is not worksafe, but this is funny enough that it's only safe for work if you plan on asphyxiating on your own hilarity in front of your boss. The only thing that annoys me about Zero Punctuation is that the Flash isn't downloadable, so every time I want to watch a video more than once I chew up internet allowance.

From now on, all alternate history needs Hitler on a giant robotic spider!
 
 
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03 August 2009 @ 06:41 pm
At the moment I'm doing all the background theory for my research project )

So, I do the difficult bit of actually finding the equations from the GR Field Equation of Doom. That's the one Einstein wrote in his 1915 paper and said that it was so difficult that an exact solution would not be found. In 1916 Erwin Schrödinger proved him wrong by finding a solution describing a black hole (which is also an excellent approximation for any spherical object), while in the trenches of the Western Front getting trenchfoot and dysentery and being shot. What a guy! (He died a month later.) Various solutions followed after the invention of the computer (cheats!).
Then I get to the simple bit in part 2: all I need to do is manipulate a few fractions. Yet I can't do it.

I went back to the paper from which I was working and discovered that I had put one too many dots in one of my equations.
 
 
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03 August 2009 @ 11:57 am
Why am I being sent staff e-mails from the university? So far it's nothing beyond petty bureaucracy, such as the one that demands staff take three days of annual leave over Christmas, thereby getting ten days off and saving x enormous number of KWh in power consumption, but still, this is undeniably odd.

They'll start paying me next. :-D

I can but dream: my current tutoring victim has come down with some sort of disease, so tutoring was cancelled on Sunday. I suspect the "disease' was "Workitis" caused by a very long e-mail I sent (and Bcc'd to his mother) about the quality of his essay writing, how it could be improved, references and a sample essay that scored an HD. I deserve a raise for this effort, yes? Not a snot-borne viral lurgy.

Now I know exactly how the author of this week's Tagesspaß (daily LULZ) feels:
And then I was eaten by a grue!


Yes, yes I will get around to writing more about the alternate history books. Last night I finished The Man with the Iron Heart and I can't sum my reaction up any better than skull_bearer's comment.
 
 
nunc sentio: confused
 
 
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30 July 2009 @ 05:53 pm
penumbra was kind enough to lend me her copies of the AH series by Michael Dobson and Douglas Niles. The good news is that they will be returned very quickly and that if I ever get my act together and write the entire Imperium trilogy, I am sure to be published. After all, people are paying money to buy this drivel, right? The bad news is that I actually had to read these self-indulgent works of American military tripe to understand this. There is a third bit of good news: neither book is quite as bad as Harry Turtledove's The Man with the Iron Heart, which takes the same faults present in this series and exponentially amplifies them. Yes, I suffered through hundreds of pages to find one bit of characterisation in Turtledove's Heydrich beyond blind obedience to a militarily, ethically and materially destroyed political regime. I gave up, having not found a scrap of logical character depth in any character whatsoever.

I posit that concentration on plot leads to an unavoidable weakening of the other two points of the writer's triumvirate: character and setting. To be precise: the common flaw in all these novels is the assumption that a good timeline and interesting point of divergence can alone hold up a novel; as a result the characters' actions are decided a priori of the logical sequence arising from their personalities, which leads to a paradoxical situation; the paradox is resolved by minimising any character depth in the antagonists which may lead to a timeline/moral contradiction; such weakening of character nullifies reader empathy, leaving the reader's mind free to note historical or contextual inaccuracies, which, while not glaringly obvious, are sufficient to destroy any lenience given to the author/s by the reader. In short, for want of a timeline, the authors lose a reader. It should be noted that I make no assumptions about whether this choice is deliberate: plot is the most crucial element of the triumvirate in all complex novels (cf. "Twilight" in which plot is subservient to character, namely self-insertion fantasy and "Harry Potter" in which plot and character are equally subordinate to setting, i.e. it is the magical world which makes the franchise successful over other series possessing an Homeric hero) and therefore must be given due attention. I merely argue that if the timeline is possible if and only if a character acts out-of-character, then the book will fall into the denigrating sequence I outlined.

The points of departure (PODs) in both Turtledove's Man with the Iron Heart (henceforth Man) and Niles and Dobson's Fox on the Rhine/Fox and the Front (henceforth Fuchs am Rhein) are "good": they both provide significant departures from our time line (OTL) with minimal initial alteration and appeal to something more than a niche market, i.e. are publishable. In Man the POD occurs when SS-Obergruppenführer Reinhard Heydrich survives the OTL assassination by British trained Czech partisans (qv. Heydrich: Henchman of Death for an explanation of this). The POD is minimal and plausible:
      "Then, perhaps with the instincts he’d picked up flying a 109 [a Messerschmidt 
      fighter plane] on the Eastern Front, Heydrich thought to check six [o'clock]. 
      When he looked behind him, he saw the other Czech who’d been hanging around 
      this corner sneaking up on the car."

Thus does Heydrich not only survive but consider the possibilities open to an SS-trained partisan group were the Axis to lose the war. Rather prescient of him, as it turns out, because his survival seems to have no other effect on the war whatsoever. (Dare I say that this is somewhat unlikely?) From June 1942 onwards he siphons material and men from the Eastern Front and trains them into a well co-ordinated network of sleeper cells. The novel resumes on VE Day, after the unconditional surrender of all German armed forces.
Fuchs am Rhein has an even more minor POD: "Brandt decided that the briefcase could remain where it was," allowing it to explode and kill Hitler. In OTL, the briefcase was moved behind a support pillar and caused perhaps the only well-documented, real-life case of the Clothing Damage trope. Fall Walküre is partly successful, until Reichsführer-SS Heinrich Himmler usurps Bock's government. This is largely considered to be a likely outcome of a "successful" von Stauffenberg plot anyway. Thus far, both Man and Fuchs am Rhein have credibility in all sections of the triumvirate: the plot is plausible, the characterisation is historically accurate and the setting is consistent with OTL and accurately portrayed.

The evolution of their timelines is the crucial factor in both works: the final events cannot, it can be argued, be reached by setting initial conditions - the POD - and boundary conditions - the limits placed upon the action by the positions of each character - and letting the plot evolve naturally according to characterisation. It may be argued that this is a necessary condition for the books to be publishable: the ending must satisfy the target audience, therefore if the naturally evolving timeline causes an Axis victory (specifically the Germans over the Americans and Commonwealth) then there must be an intervention to prevent this and end up with a Reich defeated by the Americans. In Man an historically accurate Heydrich would not have made the tactical errors resulting in his death and in Fox on the Rhine, an historically accurate Rommel would not have been foiled by the blindsiding at Dinant which causes his capitulation. (Hence Fuchs am Rhein would be a single volume, given the strategic situation in Germany's favour against the Allies, as a Soviet victory over Germany does not fulfil the requirements for a publishable ending).

I'm being called to make dinner: more later. I am enjoying the books - just not in the way I think they were intended!
 
 
nunc sentio: amused