The Fifth Suit and the Rapture of the Church. Two great tastes that taste great together (?)
I went out socializing tonight with a friend who is an aspiring professional magician. He is particularly magnificent at card tricks, and as such always carries a deck with him. We got to talking and throwing ideas around, and speculated about inventing a fifth suit. We decided that it should be called the teardrop, and be black. Iconic and simple. So of course, I get home and do a bit of googling and discover that, lo! There already was a fifth suit! The link takes you to a blog entry that has pictures of the short-lived and elusive green Eagles suit (or in England, blue crowns). I can see why it didn't catch on. But anyway, that's a bit of random trivia for you. And I think a black suit of teardops would be far superior. If I had the means, I'd manufacture them myself and slip them into other people's decks just to mess with them. Then turn it around and accuse them of having a screwy deck. Heehee.
The upshot of all this is that I ended up having lots of caffeine too close to bedtime. I shall now commence flying hummingbird laps around my room for a few hours. Buuuuzzzzzzzz. (And by fly, I probably mean "toy meaninglessly with several fic ideas that I'm pretty sure I'll never actually finish. Or even properly start." Especially since, for unknown reasons, I've been fixating on fundamentalist Christian End Times media lately--you know, stuff like the Left Behind books, and the Thief in the Night film series --and it's given me a truly bizarre hankering to try my hand at it. Yes, I know it's absolutely crazy stuff. Totally not in-line with the rest of the New Testament at all, not to mention the gross interpretational creativity at work, but I can't help it, it's fascinating. Not to mention--true fact--that it's what I grew up on. I had rapture nightmares, people. Mostly about having to leave my poor pets behind, which is terrifying for an eight year old. In one version, Jesus let us bring our pets with us, but my cat leapt out of my arms to his death while I was flying up to heaven. Fundamentalist prophecy: scaring the shit of baby!happydalek for most of her childhood.)
Wow, that parenthetical got a little out of hand. Point is, I now want to write versions of the stuff where the Antichrist is a good guy who gets mislead by the devil and ends up forcing the devil to kill and possess him rather than do evil; or the mass disappearances are thought to be the rapture but are actually something quite different and more sinister (I've got character outlines for this one); or at the very least, pen a parody version that's from the viewpoint of a non-believer who stays that way, and shows how a peaceful world society can only happen once the paranoid fundamentalists are no longer there to stir up trouble. I dunno, I'm just feeling cynical, I guess.
Anyway, this was supposed to be a blurb and now it's huuuge, so I'm gonna stop rambling and go desecrate my childhood theology. Love you all!
The upshot of all this is that I ended up having lots of caffeine too close to bedtime. I shall now commence flying hummingbird laps around my room for a few hours. Buuuuzzzzzzzz. (And by fly, I probably mean "toy meaninglessly with several fic ideas that I'm pretty sure I'll never actually finish. Or even properly start." Especially since, for unknown reasons, I've been fixating on fundamentalist Christian End Times media lately--you know, stuff like the Left Behind books, and the Thief in the Night film series --and it's given me a truly bizarre hankering to try my hand at it. Yes, I know it's absolutely crazy stuff. Totally not in-line with the rest of the New Testament at all, not to mention the gross interpretational creativity at work, but I can't help it, it's fascinating. Not to mention--true fact--that it's what I grew up on. I had rapture nightmares, people. Mostly about having to leave my poor pets behind, which is terrifying for an eight year old. In one version, Jesus let us bring our pets with us, but my cat leapt out of my arms to his death while I was flying up to heaven. Fundamentalist prophecy: scaring the shit of baby!happydalek for most of her childhood.)
Wow, that parenthetical got a little out of hand. Point is, I now want to write versions of the stuff where the Antichrist is a good guy who gets mislead by the devil and ends up forcing the devil to kill and possess him rather than do evil; or the mass disappearances are thought to be the rapture but are actually something quite different and more sinister (I've got character outlines for this one); or at the very least, pen a parody version that's from the viewpoint of a non-believer who stays that way, and shows how a peaceful world society can only happen once the paranoid fundamentalists are no longer there to stir up trouble. I dunno, I'm just feeling cynical, I guess.
Anyway, this was supposed to be a blurb and now it's huuuge, so I'm gonna stop rambling and go desecrate my childhood theology. Love you all!