Maygra's Musings

has anyone else ever watched "Twister" and recast the entire thing with the cast from Supernatural (with a slashy bent?)

Dean in the Helen Hunt (Jo Thornton) role

Sam in the Bill Paxton (Bill Harding) role (RIP :()

Jessica (or Amelia) in the Jami Gertz (Dr. Melissa Reeves) role

Bobby in the Lois Smith (Aunt Meg) Role

Castiel in the Cary Elwes (Dr. Jonas Miller) (or maybe Gordon)

Jo's crew could be mad up of any number of secondary or even one shot characters - Charlie, the Ghostfacers, the Harvelle's, ... the whole thing is ridiculous but for a non-supernatural movie, the parallels are a little amazing.
Garth as Rabbit (Alan Ruck)
Ash as Sanders (Sean Whalen)
_____ as Joey (Joey Slotnick)
_____ as Lawrence (Jeremy Davies)
_____ as Patty Haynes (Wendle Josepher)
_____ as Preacher (Scott Thomson)
_____ as Beltzer (Todd Field)
_____ as Dusty (Philip Seymour Hoffman)


Any other ossible recasts

That Crucial Movie meme...


Stolen from everyone:

Everyone should post their ten most CRUCIAL CRUCIAL CRUCIAL-ASS movies, like the movies that explain everything about yourselves in your current incarnations (not necessarily your ten favorite movies but the ten movies that you, as a person existing currently, feel would help people get to know you) (they can change later on obviously).

The Mission (Faith & Redemption)
Driving Miss Daisy (Unlikely Friendships, Changing Southern Culture)
Fast and Furious (franchise) (Family first, family you choose)
Flatliners (Guilt & Reconciliation, Challenging the limits)
Grand Canyon (Everyday Miracles)
My Beautiful Laundrette (Something from nothing, self determination)
I Am Sam (Unperfect perfect families)
The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen (Myth/Folklore shifting)
Norma Rae (Making a difference, underdogs, unions)
Dune (epic storytelling)

(I had a hard time picking 10,as I don't think I'm that complicated, so I kind of went with what interests me.)

Also, hi How are you? Thank you for all the kind birthday wishes last month! Still not dead, just more boring than usual. Still watching Supernatural, raising the grandchild (She's already 1 year old almost! How the heck did that happen?) Still in love with the amazing Becky. Working too many hours but otherwise content. How's life in your corner of the world?

This is what happens when I get stuck in traffic with a pop 40 station


Song: Viva la Vida - Coldplay

What I want:
SPN Crowley Vid

Or SPN Lucifer/Sam vid.

Highlander - Methos Vid. Maybe Kronos. Maybe both.


Song: Blurred Lines - Robin Thicke (I have a total hate/love relationship with this song.)

What I want:
SPN Sam/Dean

Or SPN Lucifer/Sam vid. (This makes my brain hurt it's so wrong.)

Fast and Furious - Dom/Brian (Oh come on, you know it's so wrong it's right.)

Here be spoilers, you've been warned.

( ...a little hand waving, a bit of fae dust, some duct tape and tinsel, and voila... )

I have a hard time expressing how the loss of sherrold feels. I know I'm glad she's no longer in pain, and I hope she knows how very much she was and is loved. I wish peace for her partner and family, for the friends that were with her until the end, close by and sharing their stories about her.

For someone I only got to see once or twice a year, if that, she made a huge impression on me when I first got into online fandom. In many ways, everything I know about fandom, I learned from Sandy, and from people in her circles.

The very first time we met in person was at Escapade, the first Escapade I'd ever been to, and Sandy as I recall was instrumental in me getting there. We argued,earnestly, and in front of a huge group of people on a panel about feedback and criticism, where Sandy argued that Criticism needed neither permission nor needed to be positive, and I argued that for a non-professional pursuit, there was a lot to be said for being nice or being silent. I think she probably cracked up a few years later when I pretty much reversed my position.

The thing was, that the argument was entirely congenial, even funny.... there was a point where I'm pretty sure we had a side competition going on about who could make the best comment to both make our point and make our panel attendees either laugh or jump up and down in protest, wanting to put their opinion forth. She was really, really good at encouraging people to join in the discussion.

The other thing I remember is her voice. I don't know how many cons that had indoor pools we attended in concert but if we did, you could almost always be sure at some point there would be singing in the pool room because the acoustics were so awesome. Sandy had a gorgeous singing voice.

She taught me a shit ton about vidding, something I've never done, but something she, and wickedwords, taught me about from beats to POV, to a million small details that I likely would never have been aware of on my own.

And she taught me about writing, about keeping my POV's clean, about understanding my audience, about how amazing it is when someone tells you something you wrote affected them.

Sandy had a laugh that made you want to laugh too, she had some looks when she couldn't believe what she was hearing that made me crack up. We shared a deep love of H/C fic and she taught me not to be ashamed or embarrassed by that.

I honestly barely remember a time in fandom that I didn't know Sandy, and after meeting her, there was never once when I didn't respect her opinion, or stand in awe of the joy she was so willing to share.

Others have said it, that even if you didn't know Sandy, never met or heard of her, chances are someone in your circle had or was influenced by what Sandy so easily shared.

There are a lot of fantastic people in fandom, people who are bright lights and draw you in, make you comfortable, share easily and who you always feel right at home with;, who you can pick back up with no matter how many months or years have passed since you last saw them. Sandy was one of those people. She was funny, warm, loving, smart, and gave the best hugs. For me she was a huge part of the heart of fandom. But even outside of fandom she was someone I loved and admired and learned so much from.

You are loved my friend and will be missed. I hope your path is a sweet one, Sandy. Save room for the rest of us on the couch.

For those that celebrate it, for those that participate in it, for those who patiently wait for the rest of us to quit being so seasonally nuts about this holiday.

For unto you a child is born.

Whether you subscribe to the faith that gave birth to this holiday, or the faiths that came before it, or the faiths that will surely follow it (because 2000 years isn't all that much time n the great scheme of things) the message is the same...that child, every child, is the promise of hope.

Hope for a future we may never see. Hope for a people we may never know. Hope for a country that isn't ours.

That's the promise and the gift and the reason behind all the madness. Like the last thing in Pandora's box when you let all the evil and madness, greed and anger loose, there's still this hope. This bright shining maybe.

For my faith, this night (even if it was really in May) is the start of all things that make hope possible again.

To you and yours I would share that with you, I will hope for joy for in the coming year, for prosperity, for finding a miracle, for being one. I will thank you for being lights in my life, for being the gift I still marvel at, for showing there is goodness and love in this world even in the darkest of seasons.

I am blessed, and you my friends, are that blessing.

Merry Christmas.

I will start with an apology: I am sorry. I am sorry that I have used racial tropes and stereotypes in the past and failed to note them. That I have, and continue to find myself backsliding from time to time into those tropes, into separating or categorizing things based on race when I damn well know better. I am sorry for anyone who has ever been hurt by my failure to recognize my own prejudices. I apologize to my friends, both PoC and non, for being silent. I am a poor ally, but worse, I am frequently a silent observer of struggles that matter and I neither help nor offer haven. I'm sorry.

( For most of us who have white privilege of any degree, race fail is not an option, it's an inevitability. )

Even my apology is about me. I'm not sure how to fix that but I'm working on it. My silence aids no one. I'm not sure my words do either, but my silence means I think every thing is hunky-dory. It's not.