This second installment of “Droughtlander” or as some of us long suffering fans call it “Withoutlander” has taught me a bit about how to deal with seriously delayed gratification. I know that Spring 2016 is a long way off and I’m learning that it is okay to not check my Twitter and Facebook feeds everyday. I know. It seems almost sacrilegious, but at this point in time, my fandom feels less like a religion and more like a hobby. Which…would be the more normal level of involvement…I think. I have discovered that if there is anything new happening folks will still be talking about it tomorrow so, I’m allowing myself to spend time on other pursuits like my family and job. I’m actually enjoying the world that isn’t delivered to me through some sort of hand-held device. Contrary to my previous belief, there is a pretty good amount of things to do that don’t involve Outlander! Who knew!
My family appears to be relieved that I have emerged from what they saw as walking zombie status. I’m having conversations that don’t have the words; Sam, Cait, Jamie, Claire, Diana, Ron or Outlander. However, when I WAS perusing Facebook yesterday, I saw a post that caused me to reflect on some of the permanent changes Outlander has brought to my life. I have been known to say that Outlander has become my point of reference…all questions can be answered by an example from Outlander. Thanks to DG there are some interesting metaphors and allusions to Outlander in my life. I know that certain phrases, everyday objects, and animals have now become inexorably entwined with the story. Here is the post that piqued my most recent reflection on Outlander’s influence in my life:
Well….I’m sure she received an adequate answer, I didn’t read the comments, but I answered this question in my own mind. It was part of a scene Diana wrote of particularly playful sex between our beloved Jamie and Claire. They were laughing in bed together and it signaled a change in their relationship. IMO, the intimacy was taken to a new level. The scene was sexy and endearing. It is one of my favorites and as a result, hedgehogs are now one of my favorite animals. Before the wedding episode, I sent a litter of plushy hoglets out to fanmily across the country and Canada (hi @islandchickny ). I was that sure the hedgehog line would make the cut in the Outlander on Starz writer’s room! I got my quills in an uproar when I realized One Fine Day had become Both Sides Now!
I got over their faux pas and the omission hasn’t dampened my enthusiasm for these cute little animals or the naughty little allusion they are to Outlander. I have a few hedgehogs around the house and the family has noticed. In fact, the Granddaughters have bought me a few for my collection!
Like my new key ring
And my ALL TIME FAVORITE COFFEE MUG (I am the happiest coffee drinker you have ever seen)
The granddaughters of course have never read Outlander or the scene where Jamie decides to be a beast so,…they think Grammy likes hedgehogs cuz she’s old and old people collect figurines and stuff. Awkward.
And it would appear I’m not the only one who feels this way! Twitter feed and Facebook are full of hedgehog related posts. In fact, I will be making these cookies
…and buying this t-shirt…
I’m seriously considering starting a campaign to make the hedgehog the official mascot of the Outlander fandom. I even found a great human sized hedgehog costume SOME lucky fan could wear at book signings, premiers, one of Terry Dresbach’s parties, etc…
Hedgehogs aren’t the only things Oulander has imbued with special meaning. Consider the lowly ear of corn.
Seriously! I can just see myself eating some corn on the cob, thinking of Dougal and then giggle snorting kernels out my nose!
These certainly aren’t the only two examples of Outlander’s influence (fish on a hook will never be the same for me) and I could go on, but I’ll leave you with this last image
P.S. When Roger is cast don’t be surprised when the word Vroom seems suddenly popular…just saying…