Elizabeth Weir/John Sheppard Appreciation/Ship/Discussion Thread

[Southern Red]

Yeah, sorry for USC and the Vols, but VT's win was epic and the BULLDOGS WON! Yay! Though I swear, I have no idea where this team with the passing came from. It seems like we're always one step behind. Why couldn't we have had 4 or 5 receivers last year, when we had Stafford's arm? *headdesk*

Um, I can't root for the Phillies cuz they played the Atlanta Braves, go Braves!.

Lovely pics, Erin!.

Well, I guess no tennis for me today. It's pouring outside.

Tell me about it. VT is so inconsistent on offense you wonder each week who's going to show up. Yesterday they took inconsistency to a whole new level. But I'll take holding Nebraska to no TD's and a last minute TD FTW. 'Cause close don't count in football.

And since we're doing a weather report I feel I have to say that it's 75 degrees and beautiful here. I had to pull out my long pants. Don't hate me.

Did anybody else notice that we just slid right by 87,000 posts? But since we don't spam our thread it doesn't really matter. Pretty good for a long dead ship that never was. LOL

[Eri13]

Tell me about it. VT is so inconsistent on offense you wonder each week who's going to show up. Yesterday they took inconsistency to a whole new level. But I'll take holding Nebraska to no TD's and a last minute TD FTW. 'Cause close don't count in football.

And since we're doing a weather report I feel I have to say that it's 75 degrees and beautiful here. I had to pull out my long pants. Don't hate me.

Did anybody else notice that we just slid right by 87,000 posts? But since we don't spam our thread it doesn't really matter. Pretty good for a long dead ship that never was. LOL

I hate you.

Not really! Honestly, I love the rain. I could completely be a Seattle or London girl. Rain helps me think better when I write, and it forces me inside coffee houses TO write (like now). Yesterday I wrote a THUNKTASTIC Lizzie scene that may have some people cringing. She really gets it (though she does stick up for herself).

I love that we're still so active. I hope we can hit 90,000! That'll make my day. And we're still one of the most viewed threads, too.

[Southern Red]

I hate you.

Not really! Honestly, I love the rain. I could completely be a Seattle or London girl. Rain helps me think better when I write, and it forces me inside coffee houses TO write (like now). Yesterday I wrote a THUNKTASTIC Lizzie scene that may have some people cringing. She really gets it (though she does stick up for herself).

I love that we're still so active. I hope we can hit 90,000! That'll make my day. And we're still one of the most viewed threads, too.

Yeah, the views really do matter more than the posts because a few obsessed fanatics loyal fans can really post a lot of nothing. But the fact that so many people are still coming around to visit means a lot.

[Probie]

Good morning, Sparkies! Happy Lazy Sunday!



*chuckles* Ugh, sounds like me with trying to get some time this weekend to work on Big Bang.



Heh, at least some of our teams won, so hey, this weekend was good.

I'd love to have some rain... better than icky heat and more fire-friendly Santa Ana winds.

It's hard to find time. I watched "Reunion" with my mom and after took a guitar lesson with one of my friends. My fingers are killing me.
By the way, when is the end of Big bang? I want to see your stories.

Yeah, the views really do matter more than the posts because a few obsessed fanatics loyal fans can really post a lot of nothing. But the fact that so many people are still coming around to visit means a lot.

Yes like me. Look my previous post. I didn't speak about Sparky and I posted my message.lol
Happy for 87 000 posts. I'm like Eri. I hope we can hit 90 000.

[Scary Kitty]

I hate you.

Not really! Honestly, I love the rain. I could completely be a Seattle or London girl. Rain helps me think better when I write, and it forces me inside coffee houses TO write (like now). Yesterday I wrote a THUNKTASTIC Lizzie scene that may have some people cringing. She really gets it (though she does stick up for herself).

I LOVE Seattle. We've got property on an island in the South Puget Sound; it's beautiful up there.

Sounds like you're talking about whump for Lizzie, rather than thunk... owwwie! I hope she can get outta there soon!

I love that we're still so active. I hope we can hit 90,000! That'll make my day. And we're still one of the most viewed threads, too.

We'll get to 90,000. Heck, we'll cross 100,000.

Yeah, the views really do matter more than the posts because a few obsessed fanatics loyal fans can really post a lot of nothing. But the fact that so many people are still coming around to visit means a lot.

Absolutely. The views say that people are still interested in Sparky and in what Sparky fans have to say. Put a hold on that order for a tombstone, because we're still very much alive!

[Scary Kitty]

It's hard to find time. I watched "Reunion" with my mom and after took a guitar lesson with one of my friends. My fingers are killing me.
By the way, when is the end of Big bang? I want to see your stories.

This year's crop of stories and artwork will be released sometime around November 12.

[Eri13]

I LOVE Seattle. We've got property on an island in the South Puget Sound; it's beautiful up there.

Sounds like you're talking about whump for Lizzie, rather than thunk... owwwie! I hope she can get outta there soon!

We'll get to 90,000. Heck, we'll cross 100,000.

Absolutely. The views say that people are still interested in Sparky and in what Sparky fans have to say. Put a hold on that order for a tombstone, because we're still very much alive!

Yes, I meant whump, though there is thunking in that whump. Her rescue is coming, I just haven't written it yet.

Probie, can you do me a favor? Can you translate this as best you can?

I am in LOVE with this song. Sometimes an artist just knows how to sing something that you can feel what it means, what their emotion is, and that's the way this song is. Fabian is a Mommy and she sings just a Mommy to a daughter. But I'd like to know the actual translation.

I know Bambina means "Little Baby (girl)". I want to do music videos for all my friends who have children. I DON'T have children and it makes ME cry.

Spoiler:

Bambina by Lara Fabian

Rien qu'un petit espace
Une toute, toute petite trace
Un petit mal qui reste
Tout c'que tu détestes
Je prends ma petite place
D'un trait de larmes j'efface
Les souvenirs terrestres
Qui traînent dans ma veste

Bambina tu me manques
Les photos qui me hantent
Sont des parfums de rue
Où je ne vais plus

Bambina...
De ta petite voix
Je parle de nous tout bas
Et quand ça les fait rire
Ça me déchire
Car d'apparence tu vois
Je ne te ressemble pas
J'ai plutôt l'air de celle
Qui grandit en toi

Bambina tu me manques
Les photos qui me hantent
Sont des parfums de rue
Où je ne vais plus

Bambina si vivante
Reviens, j'ai mal au ventre
Bambina, dans ce corps
J'ai ton coeur qui bat

Je t'attends en bas dans la rue
Où l'autobus ne passe plus
Je chante à tue-tête
Tu verras j'ai la même voix

Bambina tu me manques
Les photos qui me hantent
Sont des parfums de rue
Où je ne vais plus

Bambina...
Reviens, j'ai mal au ventre
Bambina, dans ce corps
J'ai ton coeur qui bat

Rien qu'un petit espace
Une toute, toute petite trace

[Probie]

This year's crop of stories and artwork will be released sometime around November 12.

Can't wait to see this.

Yes, I meant whump, though there is thunking in that whump. Her rescue is coming, I just haven't written it yet.

Probie, can you do me a favor? Can you translate this as best you can?

I am in LOVE with this song. Sometimes an artist just knows how to sing something that you can feel what it means, what their emotion is, and that's the way this song is. Fabian is a Mommy and she sings just a Mommy to a daughter. But I'd like to know the actual translation.

I know Bambina means "Little Baby (girl)". I want to do music videos for all my friends who have children. I DON'T have children and it makes ME cry.

Spoiler:

Bambina by Lara Fabian

Rien qu'un petit espace
Une toute, toute petite trace
Un petit mal qui reste
Tout c'que tu détestes
Je prends ma petite place
D'un trait de larmes j'efface
Les souvenirs terrestres
Qui traînent dans ma veste

Bambina tu me manques
Les photos qui me hantent
Sont des parfums de rue
Où je ne vais plus

Bambina...
De ta petite voix
Je parle de nous tout bas
Et quand ça les fait rire
Ça me déchire
Car d'apparence tu vois
Je ne te ressemble pas
J'ai plutôt l'air de celle
Qui grandit en toi

Bambina tu me manques
Les photos qui me hantent
Sont des parfums de rue
Où je ne vais plus

Bambina si vivante
Reviens, j'ai mal au ventre
Bambina, dans ce corps
J'ai ton coeur qui bat

Je t'attends en bas dans la rue
Où l'autobus ne passe plus
Je chante à tue-tête
Tu verras j'ai la même voix

Bambina tu me manques
Les photos qui me hantent
Sont des parfums de rue
Où je ne vais plus

Bambina...
Reviens, j'ai mal au ventre
Bambina, dans ce corps
J'ai ton coeur qui bat

Rien qu'un petit espace
Une toute, toute petite trace

I will do my best but it will be a little complicated because she plays with the words. But I will try. No problem.
Just for the information. Did you know that she did a song with Josh Groban?

[Probie]

Ok I did my best Eri. Tell if you have some problems to understand.
It's not really a happy song.

Spoiler:

Only a small space.
A tiny, tiny trace.
A little evil that remains.
Everything you hate.
I take my little place.
With a stroke of tears, I erase
souvenirs of land
lying around in my jacket

Bambina I miss you.
The photos that haunt me
are perfumes street
where I'm not going anymore.

Bambina ...
With your little voice
I speak about us softly
And when they laugh
It tears me apart
Because apparently you see
I don't look like you.
I rather look like the person
who grows in you.

Bambina I miss you.
The photos that haunt me
are perfumes street
where I'm not going anymore.

Bambina, so alive.
Come back, my stomach hurts
Bambina, in this body
I have your heart beating.

I'm waiting down the street
where buses can not pass.
I sing loudly.
You see, I have the same voice.

Bambina I miss you.
The photos that haunt me
are perfumes street
where I'm not going anymore.

Bambina ...
Come back, my stomach hurts.
Bambina, in this body
I have your heart beating.

Only a small space
A tiny, tiny trace.

[Eri13]

Can't wait to see this.

I will do my best but it will be a little complicated because she plays with the words. But I will try. No problem.
Just for the information. Did you know that she did a song with Josh Groban?

I did! I haven't found it yet, but I haven't looked very hard.

Ok I did my best Eri. Tell if you have some problems to understand.
It's not really a happy song.

Spoiler:

Only a small space.
A tiny, tiny trace.
A little evil that remains.
Everything you hate.
I take my little place.
With a stroke of tears, I erase
souvenirs of land
lying around in my jacket

Bambina I miss you.
The photos that haunt me
are perfumes street
where I'm not going anymore.

Bambina ...
With your little voice
I speak about us softly
And when they laugh
It tears me apart
Because apparently you see
I don't look like you.
I rather look like the person
who grows in you.

Bambina I miss you.
The photos that haunt me
are perfumes street
where I'm not going anymore.

Bambina, so alive.
Come back, my stomach hurts
Bambina, in this body
I have your heart beating.

I'm waiting down the street
where buses can not pass.
I sing loudly.
You see, I have the same voice.

Bambina I miss you.
The photos that haunt me
are perfumes street
where I'm not going anymore.

Bambina ...
Come back, my stomach hurts.
Bambina, in this body
I have your heart beating.

Only a small space
A tiny, tiny trace.

THANK YOU!

Yes, I ran across another translation of sort of the same thing, that it's not 'happy'. Why I like it is not necessarily because it's 'happy' (as in, 'I'm happy to have a baby') but because it's like a Mom singing about the memories and about losing a part of her as her child grows up and becomes independent. It's more about her cherishing the moments when the baby was a part of her--when she was pregnant and the only one responsible for the baby--and now that the child's growing up, she's losing her and it makes her sad.

Like --->

Spoiler:

Only a small space.
A tiny, tiny trace.
A little evil that remains.
Everything you hate.

This is like when your Mom tells you about when you were a baby, and you kinda go 'oh, please, Mom'--it's her cherished memory, but not necessarily yours...

I take my little place.
With a stroke of tears, I erase
souvenirs of land
lying around in my jacket

Bambina I miss you.
The photos that haunt me
are perfumes street
where I'm not going anymore.

Photos--maybe when she was pregnant, or when you were a little baby in her arms, and now you're older and she doesn't have that anymore. They're wonderful, cherished memories, but she no longer has the chance for those moments. It's only memories, happy memories, but memories nonetheless.

Bambina ...
With your little voice
I speak about us softly
And when they laugh
It tears me apart
Because apparently you see
I don't look like you.
I rather look like the person
who grows in you.

I can see the part where she's 'speaking about us softly' being a Mom telling stories about her daughter when the girl was young, and people laughing over those memories, but for her, it's painful because it's the past.

And the child, growing up, wants to be her own person, independent. That's why the child tells the Mom she 'doesn't look like' her. But her mother is still part of her, the part inside her. Hearing that, though, is hard for the Mom, because she wants to maintain that connection to the child but the child is leaving her behind.

Bambina, so alive.
Come back, my stomach hurts
Bambina, in this body
I have your heart beating.

I'm waiting down the street
where buses can not pass.
I sing loudly.
You see, I have the same voice.

This is where I think it's about a mother remembering being pregnant, because she talks about the heart beating in her, and also about her stomach.

Finally, the Mom is 'waiting down the street'--trapped in the memories of her baby's life, even as her child grows up. She 'has the same voice', in other words, she's left behind because the child is leaving her behind. That makes her sad, but she cherishes the memories of the time when she had the baby in her and with her.

There was another analysis I saw, that it could be about a woman who's lost a child. But there are a few parts, like her saying 'everything you hate' or when people 'laugh' at her stories 'it tears me apart'. I just don't see people laughing over a miscarriage, or a lost child. But I could see people laughing over memories of when a child was young, and it hurting the Mom because she's remembering those good memories and yet it still hurts her because those memories are gone.

If you think it translates a little different, let me know what you think.

It's just so wistful and wonderfully sad, and yet, taken the way I see it, it's so Mommy, too.

[Probie]

I did! I haven't found it yet, but I haven't looked very hard.



THANK YOU!

Yes, I ran across another translation of sort of the same thing, that it's not 'happy'. Why I like it is not necessarily because it's 'happy' (as in, 'I'm happy to have a baby') but because it's like a Mom singing about the memories and about losing a part of her as her child grows up and becomes independent. It's more about her cherishing the moments when the baby was a part of her--when she was pregnant and the only one responsible for the baby--and now that the child's growing up, she's losing her and it makes her sad.

Like --->

Spoiler:

Only a small space.
A tiny, tiny trace.
A little evil that remains.
Everything you hate.

This is like when your Mom tells you about when you were a baby, and you kinda go 'oh, please, Mom'--it's her cherished memory, but not necessarily yours...

I take my little place.
With a stroke of tears, I erase
souvenirs of land
lying around in my jacket

Bambina I miss you.
The photos that haunt me
are perfumes street
where I'm not going anymore.

Photos--maybe when she was pregnant, or when you were a little baby in her arms, and now you're older and she doesn't have that anymore. They're wonderful, cherished memories, but she no longer has the chance for those moments. It's only memories, happy memories, but memories nonetheless.

Bambina ...
With your little voice
I speak about us softly
And when they laugh
It tears me apart
Because apparently you see
I don't look like you.
I rather look like the person
who grows in you.

I can see the part where she's 'speaking about us softly' being a Mom telling stories about her daughter when the girl was young, and people laughing over those memories, but for her, it's painful because it's the past.

And the child, growing up, wants to be her own person, independent. That's why the child tells the Mom she 'doesn't look like' her. But her mother is still part of her, the part inside her. Hearing that, though, is hard for the Mom, because she wants to maintain that connection to the child but the child is leaving her behind.

Bambina, so alive.
Come back, my stomach hurts
Bambina, in this body
I have your heart beating.

I'm waiting down the street
where buses can not pass.
I sing loudly.
You see, I have the same voice.

This is where I think it's about a mother remembering being pregnant, because she talks about the heart beating in her, and also about her stomach.

Finally, the Mom is 'waiting down the street'--trapped in the memories of her baby's life, even as her child grows up. She 'has the same voice', in other words, she's left behind because the child is leaving her behind. That makes her sad, but she cherishes the memories of the time when she had the baby in her and with her.

There was another analysis I saw, that it could be about a woman who's lost a child. But there are a few parts, like her saying 'everything you hate' or when people 'laugh' at her stories 'it tears me apart'. I just don't see people laughing over a miscarriage, or a lost child. But I could see people laughing over memories of when a child was young, and it hurting the Mom because she's remembering those good memories and yet it still hurts her because those memories are gone.

If you think it translates a little different, let me know what you think.

It's just so wistful and wonderfully sad, and yet, taken the way I see it, it's so Mommy, too.

First: Josh Groban and Lara Fabian
Second: De nada for the translation.
Third: I like the way you see this song. To be honest, I didn't pay attention to this song before. I don't listen Lara Fabian often. The first time I heard this song, I thought about a mom who lost her child. A I have to do some research and find the opinion of Lara Fabian (the meaning of the song for her).

If you have more French songs and you need help with translations, scream my name and I'll help you.

[Erin87]

Another drawing!
I've been meaning to do this one for a while, and today I finally finished it. Their faces bother me a little, but oh well.

the end scene of 'Enemy at the Gate' - the way it was supposed to be

Spoiler:

[Eri13]

First: Josh Groban and Lara Fabian
Second: De nada for the translation.
Third: I like the way you see this song. To be honest, I didn't pay attention to this song before. I don't listen Lara Fabian often. The first time I heard this song, I thought about a mom who lost her child. A I have to do some research and find the opinion of Lara Fabian (the meaning of the song for her).

If you have more French songs and you need help with translations, scream my name and I'll help you.

Thank you! I will most definitely scream your name.

If you find Lara's translation, let me know! I know her website is in three languages, but I didn't see anything at first glance about the meaning of it. It may be on her forums, which are in French.

Erin, lovely drawing!

[Scary Kitty]

Another drawing!
I've been meaning to do this one for a while, and today I finally finished it. Their faces bother me a little, but oh well.

the end scene of 'Enemy at the Gate' - the way it was supposed to be

Spoiler:

Squee! Lizzie in the new uniform with John at her side! And they're holding hands! That's perfect!

[Regularamanda]

Love it Erin! *heartfelt sigh*