This is the Song That Never Ends…

I’ve been debating what to do with the blog for a couple of months now and the events of this week have brought it home that it’s time for me to move on. I’m not removing it but I won’t be updating it as a fandom work. I will still be writing and if you’d like an invitation to that space either comment below or shoot me an email at funkybluedelphinium@gmail.com. 

Thanks to all of you for reading and commenting over the years. It’s been my pleasure and my privilege to get to know so many of you. 

This fandom, like most things, is what you make of it. Make it beautiful.

All the best,

Jazzy

What the Hell, Hero?

Seriously? What the fuck is wrong with you? Would it be possible, do you think, for you to choose a position and stick with it? I seem to remember that you’ve requested that your followers not swear on your Twitter because swears might sully the minds of poor innocents (I should remember, I got enough notes telling me to watch my potty mouth). Racial slurs are dandy, though? Come the fuck on. And no, there are no mitigating circumstances that make your retweet okay. You are not black, you are not young or naive, and, no, it doesn’t matter if Ms. Palmer has given you permission to use that word in private because Twitter is a public platform. You are an adult. Act like it.

Someday You Might Find Yourself Starving

Dig These Rhythm and Blues

*Sigh* 

Dammit

Sleep well, sister.

International Women’s Day 2017

#CelebRAte Love: Armitage World Fandom Love 2017

I have always said that my favorite part of this fandom has been other fans, followed very closely by fan creativity. You all knock me out pretty regularly with whatever it is that you do, be it blogging or vidding, writing fic or tweeting snark. One of my favorite forms of fan art is, as far as I know, unique to Armitage World: the Richard Armitage Portable Shrine, each one lovingly handcrafted by our own Guylty. A couple of summers ago I was lucky enough to score a RAPS of my very own and as I was thinking about what to blog for this event it occurred to me that I’ve never shown any of you my prize. Ready?

I don’t remember when she put this up exactly but the theme of Hippie Flower Child Thorin Oakenshield was irresistible to me. I HAD to try for this one. I mean, really.

He’s perfect from his disco ball (for emergency parties) to his word magnets (for emergency poetries). The matching daisies just slay me, too, though hopefully the one on his sword is for love instead of war. 

Thorin wasn’t alone in the package Guylty sent me, either. She also enclosed a framed and matted copy of my very favorite photo of The Dude, taken by Guylty herself at the Berlin premiere of The Hobbit: Desolation of Smaug. 

There were a few other little things she added, too, but by far the one that means the most to me was the sweet note. Guylty’s creativity is warm because she is. She’s one of my favorite fans and I’m thrilled she’s still organizing events. Thanks for hosting us all, G, and for spReAding the love. 🙂

Thank You, Coke

Fuck Trump’s administration sideways.

In A New York State of Mind

So, it occurred to me yesterday that I haven’t written about the Cultural Excursion I took to NYC with The Gang to watch The Dude. Wanna hear about it? I mean, you know I’m going to talk, anyway, so you might as well stick around. There might be pictures and be prepared for rambling, mostly coherently. 

So this shindig was hatched in June when, as it happened, I was on another Cultural Excursion in Philadelphia with Zan, watching another Londoner talking about love. This one wrote his own material, though, and I laughed just as hard at his performance.

https://livestream.com/flp/deBotton
Anyway, as Zan and I were eating our way  through the Reading Terminal Market, I got a message from an Awesome Fandom Friend who had a plan about getting to see The Dude in November. 

November? 

It was June, I was wearing sandals, I didn’t want to think about it yet. Awesome Friend is Awesome, though, so of course I said yes, and then proceeded to not think about it till September, after the kids were back in school.

Oopsie.

I will spare you the “OMGIFORGOTTOBOOKAROOM!” drama, and instead thank not just one but two Awesome Fandom Friends for helping me out there. Unfortunately, AFF2 developed health complications and was unable to attend. 

Enter Zan again, this time with Judiang. Or, rather, enter me trying unsuccessfully to be quiet at seven on a Saturday morning (sorry, Judiang). We went to breakfast, came back to the room and crashed, at some point I think we ate again, maybe? 

Then we went to the United Nations, where Judiang was declared our Responsible Adult and Zan and I laughed and tried to behave. 🙂 

We were meeting some of The Gang (Servetus and chazak) for dinner, but as it turned out the restaurant was packed so chazak and her really laid back husband walked us around Time Square to the Heartland Brewery (excellent Swiss and Mushroom burgers, btw).

I am not a reviewer so: play was fab, Dude was gear. The best thing about it for me, though, was that I sat next to and hung out with Obscura, who is still the coolest. 🙂

On to *blows Fanfare on my kid’s kazoo* The Stage Door. Earlier in the day, Zan and Judiang tried to get a feel for how I wanted to handle it. Zan and I stood patiently in line to have deBotton autograph our books in Philly, maybe this would be like that? Mmm, not so much. When it came down to it I just didn’t want to get pushed around. I contented myself with wiseassing him on Twitter and singing the “We Love You, Birdie” song from BYE BYE BIRDIE with Zan before he came out. When he did show, he moved down the line quickly and was in his car within a few minutes. 

Cocktails were next with Guylty and Linda60 and at this point it all kind of becomes a blur for me due to total exhaustion. I’m glad Judiang and Zan were navigating back to the hotel.

The next morning was a flurry of breakfast and goodbyes with the roomies, and second breakfast with Servetus. I don’t remember what I ate but the coffee at the second place was better. We walked back to her hotel so we could figure out where the stop for my MegaBus was, then we said goodbye, and then I walked for a loooong time. I got lost trying to find the Empire State Building, stopped at a Starbucks (when in doubt drink more coffee), walked out the wrong door, and found myself in the lobby of the ESB, because of course I did. 

I think that’s everything and everyone. If I met you and didn’t note it above, please accept my apology now and shoot me an email so I can correct myself. The rest of you have a great weekend. 🙂

Because I Don’t Belong to You…

and you don’t belong to me. RIP, George. Fuck you, 2016.

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