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Babylon Fandom Questionnaire
Thanks to chelmsleywood for taking the time to make this :)
Age: 26
Country: UK
Why did you start watching: Because the pilot was the most hyped up thing for early 2014. Danny Boyle directing some of the most memorable and distinctive British television actors, with writing by Armstrong and Bain? Definitely a must see. While the pilot left me cold, it was more it failed to hold my attention than anything else, so when the series started later in the year, I gave it another go, and was not disappointed.
Favorite character: Well there are just so many... I have a soft spot for Mia, mainly because she's ambitious and driven, but isn't overbearing and obnoxious with it - a lot of her character is shown rather than told. She also gets some of the funniest lines/moments in the series ("arse-ceiling", for example...) When she's stuck between Liz and Finn, you never know what she's going to do, because she seems to be cherry picking influences from both, rather than slavishly following the example of one or the other. Obviously, Liz has the stronger hold as a boss/mentor, but you get the feeling even she knows she has to work to keep Mia on her team. I'm also quite intrigued by Charles. He's so snide and sneery and serious, especially when he and Finn basically make a boys club with "Keep out, Liz" scrawled on the door. Yet the few insights he's revealed suggest there's plenty of cause behind his character, and he has a strong self-awareness that he isn't going to let stand in his way. Also, Paterson Joseph does the most fantastically bitchy side-eye. It cracks me up every time.
Favorite episode: Hmm... tough one. Everytime I try and choose one episode, a favourite moment from another pops up to challenge it :\ I think episode six did a fantastic job of leaving viewers wanting more. It's finish was both an agonizing cliff hanger, AND a perfect cut to black moment. Nope. I give up on this question. I genuinely can't pick out one favourite episode - just handfuls of moments from each (which I won't start listing because we will be here all day...)
Favorite scene: All the verbal sparring between Liz and Finn. Those scenes are beautiful ("Roaring at monkeys sailing past. On bikes. With iPads.") Second to that is the showdown between the armed response unit and the bank robbers.
OTP: Has to be Liz and Finn. I was first hooked in by Liz and Richard, this mutual uber-crush that also had "BAD IDEA" scrawled across it in neon, yet also seemed inevitable. Liz's disappointment when she realized he was a serial seducer was almost painful to watch. The Liz and Finn thing is a completely different animal - after the 'accidental hand holding' moment, I can see them both trying to manipulate the other through weirdly flirtatious methods, like Liz does later in the episode. It seems to be a pattern that whenever the two have a 'bonding' moment, and Liz thinks she's getting Finn on-side, (Kill him? Fuck yes!) he turns round tries to pull the rug out from under her. I think whatever happens with these two, it's going to be very entertaining viewing.
Anything you’d like to see in series two: More of the same, to be honest - especially with the top brass/communications department.
I'm hoping the armed responses unit will still have a presence, even if the team has been torn up. I'd be interested to see where Tony's career goes. He may have done the right thing, but I don't think it will go down well in such a cliquey, "we look after our own" department. I'd like Warwick to come back as well, even though it looked like a pretty obvious exit in the last episode. It would be good to see him to adjusting to a different role in the force where he isn't allowed out in public with a gun. While I loved all the old characters, the format of the show could allow for new subsets in the force to be introduced, so that could be interesting as well. With some characters, particularly Clarke, Banjo and Davs, it feels a bit like their stories have come to a natural conclusion.
Transparency - Yes or No (are you a Liz or a Finn): I'm a Liz. It's not an easy or foolproof route, and is littered with pitfalls, but it's an admirable concept to strive for. It puts trust in the people being protected and takes a step back from the loathesome nanny-state. Unfortunately, underhand opaqueness will always have a trumping advantage, but for all the wrong reasons.
Who is on your paintball team? Warwick and Tony, because they know what they're doing (Banjo and Robbie are too annoying. Sorry boys) Liz, because it would be hilarious to see what damage she could do when armed, Finn because he'd be the best at coming up with devious strategies, and there would be the added comedy value of watching him and Liz try to shoot each other without anyone noticing.
Another Babylon fan, brought here by a search for ANYone else who loved the show enough to actually talk about it :P It's been under my skin since episode 2, and it just gets better each time I rewatch it (in an attempt to introduce/force other people into enjoying it) Finding your collection of gifs and captions made me so happy ^.^
I’m so glad people are actually in the tag and wanting to share appreciation of the show! I think it got steadier and smarter as it went on (and that’s only in seven episodes!) and more and more I admire the ambition (that’s a lot of issues to tackle) and the interesting gallery of characters. (And the structure, I mean - how many shows give us a seemingly central boss figure and then take him away HALFWAY though?)
I know that our tiny fandom is waiting for the U.S. airing now… since we don’t know if we’ll have a second season we have to look forward to what we can haha. I know that I was surprised by the lack of discussion online (so far as I saw only Cultbox did regular reviews) but Tumblr has proven there’s some interest (at least in SCREENCAPPING LIKE MAD)
I should make up something like a Babylon questionnaire. I’ll work on that.
Definitely agree with it getting more gripping as it went on. I remember watching the pilot in February, and it completely failed to hold my attention. My attitude to it was somewhere between "It wasn't bad..." and "Meh". When the series started, I first got pulled in by the chemistry between Liz and Richard (as well as the hi-jinks of the armed squad) but his exit was the first moment in the series I felt fully gripped. Normally losing a favoured character from a series would make me switch off, but it was done in such a way I just HAD to know what happened next.
The first week after the finale (which also had me writhing in 'what-happens-next' agony) I went and rewatched the pilot in an attempt to get a Babylon fix, and found once you know who everyone is and have an idea where the story is going, it's really enjoyable. So many wonderful lines and moments missed first time around.
It's a shame, because almost everyone I speak to about it either never got around to watching it at all (but heard that they should...-_-") or watched the pilot/first episode of the series and found it genre-confused/unlikeable/meh. I try telling them to keep going but they all give me this "Okay, crazy person..." look.
A quiz would be great fun :)
Work: I fail at it.
I work at a bar when I'm not at college - I've worked there about three months and apart from my standard level of occasional ditz and spaciness, I've been doing okay - no major fuck ups or breakages.
In the last three shifts I've lost over ten quid of stock each time, in increasingly embarrassing ways. Tonight, I think I forgot to charge somebody. I'm pretty good at cashing off orders, because I have such a lack in confidence with my numerical skills, if I can't see the correct change worked out in front of me, I rarely know what to give. I sorted out drinks for a couple - there was some faffing in the middle of it and it was crazy busy. I don't remember receiving any money from them, or even telling them the price. I also don't remember not receiving any money or telling them the price - it's a simple thing, but in a repetitive job like this, things do tend to blur into one another. It wasn't until I started typing my next order into the till that I realised the round hadn't been cashed off. I tried to be professional - I told my boss, got her silent stare of exasperation/disapproval, finished the order I'd taken before I realised I'd fucked up, and then shot off into the audience to find them.
No luck.
I kept my eyes peeled for them for the rest of the night, and spotted the woman during the interval. As tactfully as I could, and placing all question of blame onto me, I brought up the possibility that I forgot to charge them for their last round. She didn't take it well, but didn't kick off either, and said she'd check with her man just in case, and that was that. I never saw her again, so I didn't get to find out one way or the other. A colleague who witnessed the second exchange kind of made me feel worse by suggesting I'd caused grounds for her to complain about me, and then spent the rest of the night trying to get me to cheer up and get some perspective, which isn't particularly easy when it's the third time you've noticeably messed up in a row. Also, he's super laid back, has an anarchistic mindset and beneath his veneer of professionalism, has a strong and unwavering motto of "Who the fuck actually cares?", so it's kind of hard to accept his assurance that everything will be fine.
At the end of the night, I kept waiting for one of the management to pull me aside and ask what the fuck was wrong with me this week, and, I don't know, give me a disciplinary or say it was going to come out of my wages due to the sheer volume and repetition of fuck ups this week, but it didn't happen. My direct boss left early, saying nothing of following up the lost order, and the boss above that asked me "Any anomalies or voids on this till tonight?", which made me wonder if it was a test of my honesty or something, but instead I went "Not that I know of", which is technically true. I had to void the whole order so I could use my key to process other orders, so as far as the records go, it never happened. Part of me really hopes the till will be up for the amount of the drinks - colleague pointed out I may have taken the money and processed it automatically because the till was already open.
Who knows? It might come back and bite me, it might never get mentioned again. Either way, these last couple of shifts are ones I could have done without :(
I have a theory that this is karma. A couple of years ago, during my final months in London, I spent the day around Hampstead Heath with a friend, which ended with us getting a bottle of rose wine from the tesco's express and drinking it on the heath, from the bottle, like the classy ladies we are. Because I have an addiction to fruit, I also bought a banana. At the checkout, the till assistant made a huge fuss for checking our ID's - properly taking them and scrutinising them. Satisfied, he turned the card machine to me, I entered my pin while chatting to my friend, bagged up the wine and banana, and headed out the shop. As I'd been waiting for the receipt, something caught my eye - I was only being charged 18 pence. The assistant had been so busy fussing over ID, he'd forgotten to actually swipe the bottle. I wasn't 100% sure about this until after we'd left the shop and I'd scrutinised the receipt. Sure enough, we'd got a £10 bottle of rose for free! Amazing! It tasted fantastic, and sitting on the grass, in the sun, chatting shit and knocking back this free wine is one of my fonder memories of my last days in London. Of course, what I should have done was go straight back into the shop and gone "Excuse me, but I've only been charged 18p...", but I was a penniless graduate, and fuck Tescos! Giant, manipulative, market crushing money grabber that it is - that was definitely who I was causing problems for by keeping quiet, not the poor cashier who was over zealous on the ID checking.
I can't help but notice how all these booze related fuck ups of mine seem to be around the £10 mark each time. Spooky.
An exercise in procrastination:
It's been over a year since I last posted, because I have the attention span of a gnat.
This is why I love my town...
I've been doodling a lot lately.
Ta da?
So my Sunday plan was...
Lie in.
Nice leisurely run with the dog.
Lock self in studio until I've got my christmas making list done (might have bitten off more than I can chew...)
Eat chocolate.
But no. I notice my mother keeps using "we" when talking about going to church tomorrow.
I don't do church. Even at Christmas and Easter I don't go any more. Haven't for years. The only time you get me into a church is if it's a concert of some sort, and/or there is the promise of silly Christmas songs and mulled wine, and even then it's grudgingly.
It's not that I'm one of those rampant, angry atheists - I just think there are much better things I could be doing with my time. Even though I'm old enough to know better, and I'm long past the days when an hour feels like a never-ending age, just the mention of church brings back claustrophobic, lifeless stretches of mind-numbing, frustrating, bum-numbing boredom. And having to keep a straight face through hymns.
Anyway, turns out I blithely agreed to go to this church thing tomorrow because lunch with friends was promised afterwards, and I must have been feeling hypersocial when asked. Apparently I can't duck out now, because my special, "gluten-free" lunch has already been sorted out, so crying off isn't an option.
This is possibly my mother's most subtle work of emotional blackmail for a while...
So fine. I'm going to church. Plan adjusts so lie-in is scrapped - run will have to be right after I wake up. Tough, but not impossible, but it will be fine so long as I'm out and running by 8.30, right? 9 at the latest...
Dad: So we need to be at the church for 9.30 tomorrow.
...
What? -_-"
9.30 until lunch, I am going to be stuck out of the house. That's a minimum of three hours, more likely four. WHAT THE EF? WHAT TAKES THAT LONG?! I HAD STUFF TO DO.
Dammit.
So if I want to run, I'm going to have to be up and out by about 7 in the morning to give myself time to recover, shower, eat, ect, and if I want to complete my 'to make' list, I'm going to be working until about midnight because I'll be spending 3-4 sodding hours IN A CHURCH.
So I state this, in far politer terms to my parents, and my dad immediately threw my inability to drive in my face, and is now going "Fine. Don't come. But people have gone to great effort to make sure you have lunch tomorrow, so, there you go."
BAH.
Dear Phone,
I hate you. The one time I truly need you to pull through for me, you fail. Why would you load my emails from mid-july and then go in opposing directions rather than do the logical thing - loading the latest first? You nearly lost me my journey home, you decrepit piece of crap. And don't go blaming this on me. It's totally not my own fault for misplacing(losing) my print out ticket, and it's totally not my fault that I read my new Jennifer Egan book at the gate without getting my ticket in hand first like I usually do, so I had to rummage through my bags for it while following the driver to the coach. If I'd realised I was a piece of very important paper down on arrival, there's no way I would have loaded it calmly and patiently without shaking you, and hissing "come on come on you useless piece of shit" into your screen. It certainly wouldn't have helped me avoid having hysterics all over Victoria Coach Station departures and making myself pathetic enough to be let onto the coach anyway. I suppose the driver figured no one could be that desperate to go to Newport - free or not. And as a final insult to injury, as I take my seat on a crowded bus full of perplexed and slightly freaked out passangers (turns out hyperventilating and crying at the same time makes other people nervous. Who knew?) you load the fucking ticket. In record speed. Fuck you very much, phone. Your Owner
Oh My God...
If you want to join someone at a table in a cafe, YOU FUCKING ASK. The only exception to this rule is if it's really busy AND the person is stone walling you/headphoned up - and even then, it's still polite to ask. Any other reason, like the other tables aren't easily accessible to you, or you need to be by a plug, or even your wanky fung shui beliefs state you have to sit at a certain location whenever you consume caffeine and milk at the same time or whatever the fuck... YOU FREAKING ASK. You don't just dump your arse down there and then act like the original occupant is the one with the problem. I've lived in London, one of the 'rudest' cities in the world (apparently) for five years, and I've never had a problem with this before. This morning, not just one, but two jackasses just sit themselves down opposite me without asking. It's fucking rude! (And no, I didn't tell them this, because I'm a passive aggressive bitch who can't handle confrontation...I just wrote 'RUDE' in my notebook with arrows pointing to them. I also left my teabag and cup top on the first table I had hi-jacked from me when I moved, but the fucker followed me to put it on my new table) -_-" It's not that hard people. Am I overreacting?
Class was awesome today :D
I made metal flowers, and did press folding, and everything worked first time, and I got to use the magic oxidising stuff because the temp teacher was that awesome (it stinks, but it makes copper look AMAZING) and I would post photos, but my mobile tumblr won't let me :( That is all. ... For now.
They are coming for your soul...
Minor achievement, again...
Just finished my first continuous 30 minute run in about two weeks. It was poking all my dangerzones, running first thing in the morning, having the dog with me, running before having to be at my work experience, and only having a 500ml bottle of water rather than the 750ml leviathan I normally lug around. I ran out of both water and space (never mind the sheep, the bloody cows are back now too! :[ ) but apart from that, it went very smoothly. I wanted to stop after 20 mins (where I usually haul myself to when something goes wrong) but somehow kept going. The only issue was getting my way blocked with less than a minute to go by a little old man and his very bouncy golden retriever. I had to do a little circle back.
I'm trying to get my head around Etsy...
All of yesterday, and most of this morning, I have been editing older listings, uploading new ones (you can see them all here if you feel so inclined) and reading the articles from the Etsy Success blog. This has brought me to a blog on personal branding, which has left me with the general reaction of:
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I should have started this stuff back in high school.
I feel like I'm running in circles with Etsy. I tell everyone who asks about it that no, I don't sell much from it, but considering the small amount of time and effort I've been able to spare for it, it's not done too bad.
Well, I now have the time and effort spare to take it up a notch, and I feel like I'm standing at the edge of a cliff I'm meant to jump off - and I suffer from vertigo!
[I actually do, ever since I fell backwards out of a tree house as a kid and landed on a patio, I've never quite been the same...]
This personal branding blog goes on about how it's all about showing off yourself - who you are, what you do, what you want to do, what you're passionate about - and it's terrifying, because truth be told, I don't know what I want to do. I make jewellery because I love how it commands almost all of my attention and concentration when I'm making something (my mind wanders a lot - jewellery making at least keeps it in a close vicinity). I love that there's something concrete to show for a day's work in the studio.
But it's not the only thing I love, and when I sink into a life-plan panic, I have to remind myself it's not the only thing I want to do. It doesn't come as easily to me, but I still want to write. I work best with noise in the background, so often have films and television shows playing away in the studio, and certain films remind me of what drew me to my degree subject (Film and Drama) and what I'd planned to do with it at the time. I've shelved my ideas about clawing my way into the film industry as a runner or post production assistant, but I still find myself planning essays and reviews that I'd like to write.
However, I feel like whatever it is I want to do, I need to knuckle down and dedicate myself to it 100%. I don't want to, because I'm fully aware that the more I focus on one thing, the smaller the chances of ever achieving anything with my other aspirations is.
And now I have to go because I'm volunteering at an Arts Charity today.
Wish me luck.
The outside of my sleeve. Colour to come!
Done by May @ Freestyle Tattoo, Canberra Australia.
...So pretty...
Hill Running part II
So my running schedule from the last post hasn't exactly gone to plan. This is for two reasons - the first being an inability to work in four runs due to volunteering commitments, being a terrible mornings person and traveling to and from London at stupid hours on Fridays followed by market days on Saturdays. Unless I can start hauling my backside out for exercise at 7am, it's just not going to happen. The second reason is a little more...uh...unexpected.
I'm being bullied by sheep.
My normal run along the river starts on a dog-walking field - I don't particularly like staying there longer than I have to because it's very flat and open, so anyone else on it will see me huffing and puffing along, and because this is a tiny toy town, they're probably going to know who I am and vice versa. If it's quiet, I can work in an extra lap, but I prefer not to because it's hard to enjoy running when feeling exposed and paranoid.
The next part is a funny little stretch of scrubby woodland. In the afternoons, it's plagued with pre-teen boys on bicycles, and it's a straight, narrow path, so meeting walkers coming the other way is highly irritating, especially if they have dogs. I've had a pug go for my ankles before, and if I have my dog with me, I have to stop to put her on the lead, or try and herd her away. She's not exactly aggressive, but she seems to have the dog equivalent of 'one of those faces' - most dogs she meets take issue with her, whether I have her on a lead or not.
The next bit is where my favourite - or what used to be my favourite - part of the run starts. The fields. They're open, enclosed by styles and gates, I can let the dog off of the lead if I have her with me and know where she is 100% of the time, few walkers go out this far, and it's where I can really get into it (it also coincides with the one third in marker). It starts with a crop field, which is where pheasants seem to like hanging out and panicking as I run past (nothing to get your heart going that little bit extra like a large, frenzied ball of feathers hurtling out in front of you from the undergrowth), and then leads into a little square field, followed by a nice long field that curves up to follow the bend in the river, and beyond that, another little crop field, after which, I turn back around to run home.
The downside to Welsh fields - livestock. I have been intimidated out of these fields by cows before (wouldn't have tried it in the first place if my exercise addled brain hadn't mistaken the white lumps for sheep until too late) and if I have the dog with me I don't like going into a field full of sheep, even with her on a lead, because she will try and chase them, and I didn't want to cause them upset and stress.
For a wonderful few weeks, all the fields were livestock free. The sheep were on the other side of the river bend, and the cows were nowehere to be seen. The dog came with me on almost every run, they were largely stress free, and I was happily hitting my time targets and then some. Then the sheep came back, and I lost out of a good fifteen to twenty minutes worth of running space. That's a lot of time to make up for in laps and repeats. I stopped taking the dog so I would be able to carry on running through the sheep field, but the sheep turned out to have other ideas. Instead of being out grazing the huge fucking field they have to clutter up, they were all gathered around the gate into the field. I try my luck anyway, and they all run away. So far so good. I continue my run. Then one sheep turns around and eyeballs me, before taking determined, purposeful strides towards me. More turn around and start doing the same.
You know that scene in Inception where Dicaprio breaks a glass in the dream hotel lobby and all of Cillian Murphy's dream people stop what they're doing to stare at him? It was that level of creepy. So that was that. I stopped running and backed out of the field. Perhaps I should have gone on the aggressive, but seeing as I still had a large amount of field to run around with them in it, I didn't think making myself a threatening figure was a good idea. I don't particularly fancy getting headbutted into the river by a rebellious, giant cotton ball on legs. Instead, I went all psycho on the gate once I was on the other side of it, screaming abuse at them and shaking/kicking the gate in the hopes of freaking them out.
Didn't work. Just made my leg feel funny and left me too out of breath to carry on running.
Since those woolly fuckers came back, I haven't managed to make my 30 minute target once. In fact, I've struggled to make 20 minutes. This is partially due to a stomach cramp problem - at about the 12-15 minute mark, for two weeks out of the month, I get a nasty case of cramp. It's manageable, and takes about five minutes to run through, or if it gets really bad, one to two minutes of walking it off before I'm fine to go again. However, this is also the point where I get to the sheep plagued field. Stomach cramp + out of space + having to do laps of the same crummy little field = motivation nosedive.
So I'm finding myself more drawn to the hill running plan. I went again yesterday, and it was wonderful. The downside is I can't actually run much of it. I'm right back at the beginning of the interval plan, and not completely fulfilling it. The uphill pull to the wood takes about four to five 2 min run/1 min walk repetitions, and I should be doing two/three more once I get to the wood, but I'm just not in the right state.
So I don't know what to do...continue with the attempt to mix it up a bit, doing half my runs by the river with continuous running and the other half hill running with interval training, or to drop the riverside running entirely and focus on the hill running...
I know time is a big factor for me. I find the prospect of doing a 30 min block of running intimidating, even when I know I can do it, and I'm worried with the hill running I'll fall into the habit of walking more than running.
On the other hand, nothing is going to give your fitness a boost like running up and down a steep hill three to four times a week...
Or perhaps next time I go riverside running I should just take the dog and let the sheep get freaked out.
Decisions, decisions...
Personal Pet Peeve...
"Would you like a cup of tea or coffee?"
"Oh, lovely! Don't mind if I do."
...Silence...
"Well, which would you like, tea or coffee?"
"Um...I think I'll go for tea."
"Okay. How do you like it?"
"Oh, I'm not fussy. I'll take it as it comes."
...
...
-_-"
STUPIDEST RESPONSE TO A HOT DRINK OFFER EVER.
It tells you nothing! Everyone has a preference of taste when it comes to food or drink, period, and when it comes to hot drinks like tea or coffee, the "I'm not fussy" line means jack shit! Everyone, and I mean EVERYONE, has a different idea of what the common standard is for said hot drink, and being given something that completely flouts your standard is an unexpected surprise at best, undrinkable at worst. Milk or no milk? Sugar? If so, one, two or four? Do you like your drink strong, medium or weak and watery? There are simply too many variations with very little crossover for the response "I'm not fussy" to be a valid one.
I don't know if this is a welsh thing. I've come across it a lot since I moved back here. Mostly with the little old people coming in for their post-shopping coffee/tea morning at the centre on Dial-A-Ride day.
"Cup of tea, dear"
"How do you like it?"
"Oh, as it comes. I'm not fussy." *Goes to sit at table*
"Milk? Sugar?!"
"Oh, milky with two sugars please."
Now for me, I drink black, sugarless coffee and sugarless tea with the tiniest splash of milk in it to give it enough substance to make it drinkable (I'm not proper British. I only drink tea if there's no other option...) How on earth can I be expected to interpret 'As it comes' as 'Milky with two sugars'?
It makes me miss the Starbucks generation, where everyone has to state exactly what they want, size, type, strength, ect. It leaves no room for confusion, no margin for error, so for christsakes, just say what your preference IS. It makes being courteous a hell of a lot easier.
Rant over.