KES comments. Many of a shrieking variety.
Poor Kes. She’s trying so hard to be _normal_… and the world just isn’t cooperating.
Snork. Yes. We can all relate to that, right? Although most of us have to settle for the small spiders and stepping in gum, rather than the dragons. Or the mysteriously-appearing solid-fuel stoves. Has anyone tried to buy a big multi-oven multi-use solid-fuel stove lately? Those frellers cost. Kes couldn’t afford it. And even if Sally or Hayley manages to twist another one out of the landlord, it won’t be nearly as fine as Caedmon.
Darn you and this growing addiction to cliffhangers!!!!
Mwa hahahahahaha. I am channelling my inner Charles Dickens. Actually I hope I am not channelling my inner Charles Dickens, Mr Dickens was a tick. But I am certainly discovering the joys of torturing a live audience.
I love KES – but I also love what I imagine is your evil grin to yourself as you post yet another cliff-hanger to torment us.
Fair makes my face hurt, it does. Another joy I would never have discovered if I hadn’t started the blog.
Corellia wrote on Sat, 20 October 2012 05:04
How did he get the name of Mr Melmoth? Did I miss something?
This was one of my first questions, as well. Fortunately, Google is our friend:
This fascinates me. Someone my age with any pretensions to gothic or the history of genre or of fantasy or of horror would know MELMOTH like they’d know DRACULA and FRANKENSTEIN . . . and THE MONK and THE CASTLE OF OTRANTO and THE MYSTERIES OF UDOLFO and probably several more that have fallen out of my crumbly middle-aged brain for the moment. All you Jane Austen fans? She was making fun in NORTHANGER ABBEY of the early flowering of this ridiculous but riveting genre—MELMOTH itself is slightly too late and DRACULA is a lot too late—DRACULA is High Victorian—but she’d’ve known the rest. Not knowing MELMOTH forty years ago among those of us who had Tolkien memorised and had read all of Eddison and all of GORMENGHAST would be like not having heard of Edgar Allan Poe . . . or HP Lovecraft. How the world changes. Mind you, I won’t say all of us had read every word of all of them. Ahem. MELMOTH is pretty lurid going.
. . . cliffhangers don’t really bother me. Clearly I have unnatural reserves of patience in this area.
I think it helps . . . it’s not like the TV-season-ending cliffhangers. Or books. I think having to wait about a week for the library copy of The Return of the King, after staying up until never-mind-how-much-too-late-on-a-school night devouring The Two Towers, has rather scarred me for those.
Feh. I had to wait a year and a half to read all three volumes of LOTR. That was while my military father was stationed in Japan, and my best friend’s brother, back in college in the States and among that famous wave of American college students who first broke LOTR out of the box, was sending it to her one volume at a time for birthday, Christmas, birthday. Speaking of scarring experiences. Sorry you long-time blog readers, you get that story about once a year. . . . BUT IT WAS VERY SCARRING.
Oddly, those don’t bother me overmuch either. Even the ending of Pegasus only bothered me for about ten minutes (my first thought was that I had a faulty copy that was missing the last chapter) and once the future existence of the rest of the story was confirmed I was/am happy to be patient. See, unnatural reserves of patience!
No one would accuse me of having unnatural reserves of patience in any area (You! Hellterror! Shut up and go to sleep or DIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!) but cliffhangers don’t bother me much either. It’s the way your brain’s wired. Or unwired.
Woohoo! 50th episode. Congratulations and Happy Golden Kesiversay!
Yes, thank you. I noticed that flying past too and thought, hmm. I wonder if I should do something silly for the 60th in honour of, you know, me? And if so, what?
. . . I read Robin’s blog as a feed in my Live Journal, and have been following “Kes” from the start. Today, I realized a sad delinquency on my part–I haven’t commented as to how much I enjoy it. . . .
You’re welcome. It’s more frelling work than I set out to have it be—but then even as I set out thinking that I wasn’t going to let it get to be a lot of work, I was also thinking, yeah, right, like PEGASUS is an AIR ELEMENTALS short story—but I’m also enjoying it. Especially the torturing-the-live-audience, discovering-the-delights-of-cliffhangers part. Not so much the I HAVEN’T GOT A CLUE WHAT HAPPENS NEXT part. Well, I do have clues. But there’s an awful lot I don’t know. Eeep.
“You’ve caught the Phantom,” said Bridget.
*wonders who, exactly, caught whom*
Indeed. Dog leads have two ends.
Bridget sounds like such good people, aside from being the Mistress of Tea. Like you know that she’s bringing blankets (and am I the only one who can think of restaurants that have a stock of blankets for people who INSIST on sitting outside even when it is inadvisable?) because Eatsmobile food is better enjoyed from the right side of hypothermia. I bet her nephew runs the local microbrewery or something.
Someone somewhere mentioned patio heaters. WE ARE MUCH TOO GREEN FOR PATIO HEATERS. And yes, I imagine an enormous pile of tatty blankets by the door: any good local café in an area with seasons should be obliged by town charter to supply these. And there must be a microbrewery around somewhere—this is totally microbrewery topography. And someone Kes has already met is surely related to the owner.
. . . landing on your feet is disorienting in a way that’s easy to forget. I think Kes is managing amazingly well, given that she arrived in town, what, two days ago?
Especially for those of us who assume we’re going to get everything wrong. I’m on my FEET? How did THAT happen? And yes. Two days ago. Arrrrgh. I started KES the middle of April. Seven months and less than forty-eight hours later . . . I never was good at time. . . .
Noooooo…..! I don’t want to hate you. Really I don’t. . . .
“Callie,” said Jim, still quietly. “The Phantom is chipped. Will you take this and see what you can find out?”
I nearly burst into tears.
So did I.
You can’t do this to us, Robin. You can’t make us wait for days and days for the chip information. You just can’t.
Yes I can, yes I can, yes I caaaaaaaaan. And it’s worse than that. THE ENDING OF THE NEXT EP IS JUST AS APPALLING. IF NOT MORE SO. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
[primal scream of NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!]
Robin, you are evil. Evil.
Thank you. I do try. As a hellgoddess I have certain standards I feel I must live up to. I admit that 12/9/12 has confused the issue somewhat, but I’m sure I’ll work it out.
Oh, I like wibble! Wibble is good!
This is getting so heavy. It has this awful feeling to it, like real life intruding on a dream. (Come to think of it, Cold Valley is suspiciously perfect. What if Kes has been in a coma this whole time and her subconscious MADE IT ALL UP???)
No, I’m the one making it all up. (I hope the Story Council is keeping an eye on us however. See above about not knowing what’s happening next. Eeep.) And Kes has at least one real pain in the patootie neighbour, and the fellow who runs the old-books store is a . . . character. Not to mention Mr Melmoth. And the mysterious works by the lakeshore.
Gonna have to add another ‘NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!’ to the list…
Thank you, thank you. I am something of a connoisseur of screams, being an experienced practitioner of same, and I appreciate the effort a good scream takes.
mintcitykitty wrote on Sat, 10 November 2012 07:32
I think Sid will be micro-chipped to Kes.
This was exactly my thought when I read that last bit. They’ve come so far already, even in so short a time, that it can’t be otherwise. And besides, a Silent Wonder Dog should be capable of altering the data on her microchip.
. . . if I was Kes, I would hope anyone other than me would own her, even if it was the frightening Mr. Melmoth-who-may-or-may-not-be-a-hallucination. Had she been mine and neglected for several months, I would feel beyond terrible. It would be devastating.
Yes. I’m with White_roses here. It would be too appalling for poor Kes to find out that Sid has been her responsibility while she was busy flapdoodling around over a mere divorce. I acknowledge that a SWD might be able to alter the data on her microchip, but then to save Kes’ feelings she’d have to be able to tell her and I’m not sure how even I would get this across successfully. Fortunately I don’t have to. Those eps are already written. Have I said Mwa hahahahahaha in the last hundred words or so? No?
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