qatsi (qatsi) wrote,

The Seven Icons Meme

I've been meaning to due a Gratuitous Icon Post for a while, and was finally prompted by strange_complex.
Vila: Is there anyone who didn't have Vila as their favourite character in Blake's Seven? Really? I'm not sure whether it's because he's like Eeyore, or whether it's the Claudian feigned fecklessness and cowardice, whilst always ending up doing the right thing. A true role model.
Harold Zidler: From Moulin Rouge, worth seeing for Jim Broadbent singing Like A Virgin alone. For use in unquestionably cheery, celebratory, or camp posts and comments.
Jonathan Meades: Intellectuals. Let's pretend they're fun. thegreenman observes that the excellent Abroad Again is best watched "with a dictionary close by and one finger on the pause button". Revelling in obscurantism and surrealism, one can never quite tell whether Meades is the Antichrist of celebrity, or in fact the pinnacle of its narcissism.
Jeremy Paxman: A rarely used icon for inquisitions or pseudo-intellectual sneering (as in "Come On, New Hall!"). Generally, when commenting on politics, I prefer either the Francis Urquhart icon, or George Parr (John Bird and John Fortune).
Scullion (actually, Skullion - Ed.): Never mind pseudo-intellectual sneering, this is the real thing. Skullion's Scholars in Porterhouse Blue are students whose degrees have been obtained deceptively, by paying more able students to do the work. It often feels like this at work, only without the extra payments. So this is used to bemoan the state of modern education, inept or unwilling coworkers, etc., etc.
Captain Oveur: Airplane! is one of my favourite films, and this icon can be used to indicate impending (or actual, but long foreseen) disaster. It says, "I told you so". (Though it might also say: "Do we have clearance, Clarence?" "Roger, Roger." Or perhaps "Give me a vector, Victor". Or endless jokes about a drink problem. Or about the wrong week to give up sniffing glue. Or about the dinosaurs dying and turning into oil. Or ...)
The Gatherer: From the Doctor Who story The Sun Makers, a Tom Baker story penned by Robert Holmes at the time he was a recent victim of an Inland Revenue tax inspection. As this was the mid 1970s, tax rates were punitive (or so I'm told) and Holmes felt the need to vent a little. So we have a society gone mad run by an alien of the race of Usurians, where everything is taxed to absurdity, and the escape route is down the corridor P45. The Gatherer is the Collector's henchman, outwardly a most genteel official, but inwardly having the honour to remain a most humble and obedient servant. So this icon can be used when I have something to say about money, economics, or satire.

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