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Oh my god. I have bought the WORLD'S MOST AMAZING BRA.

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Tell me about YOUR bras, flist! How are those boobs working out for you today?

OMG, that was SCARY, you guys! My flist somehow chose not to update itself for like FOUR HOURS today, and while I do dearly love Neil Gaiman, I was ready for his stupid lj syndicated blog post to get the fuck off my screen.

And then I had a terrible thought.

It's Friday night! What if everyone else is out doing exciting things and having hot dates? What am I supposed to do with myself now?! Get a life? Please. I tried to focus on the fact that fully half of my flist is addicted to a show that premieres on Friday nights(1), but it was difficult. But finally lj fixed itself, and I saw all the lovely entries, and now I feel much better.

In other news, I am a huge fangirl for mina_de_malfois. Things I am enjoying lately also include:

- toomuchplor's Smallville fanfic and WB RPS. How did I not know this existed? One word: barista!Mike.

- Emails. I love getting emails! If you are ever in doubt about contacting me for random-ass squeeing and/or actual content-filled conversations, do not hesitate to email me. Kalpurna at gmail. Same goes for AIM, on which I am – you guessed it – kalpurna. Ping me anytime. Comment notifications totally count as email too.

- Cute, cute fangirls. There have been a lot of pictures of you all posted lately, and let me just say that for people who spend a lot of time on the internets, we are pretty fucking hot. So props for that.

- Reading Sherlock Holmes slash in between watching episodes of House. Seriously, this works better than you might think, even taking into account the fact that House kind of is Holmes. It's something about the period language being juxtaposed with the preeeety men? Maybe?

- Due South fandom. SO MUCH LOVE, GUYS. I just. I can't even. You are the best on the interweb, and I am writing you a love letter in my heart every day. <3 <3 <3

- My new laptop. This is getting a whole post of its own as soon as I find my digital camera, but be forewarned: kalpurna/new laptop OTP. I named him Rodney, for reasons that will become clear once I find the damned camera.

(1) and seriously, people, have we reflected lately on how sad it is that the SciFi channel deliberately schedules its big premieres for Friday nights? SciFi Friday: because you're not doing anything anyway, loser.

You know what I love? Rainy nights. I'm lying in bed with my laptop, typing this post, and the glow is reflecting off the rain making streaks down my window. The trees have resolved into black masses of shuddering foliage, leeched of color. Everything outside and around me is rattling or dripping or streaming with water, and the moon is barely showing through the clouds, the dim light it casts gleaming faintly off the flat shiny surface of the silvered asphalt. I don't need to wake up early tomorrow – actually, I can sleep all day if I want to. My stomach is full, my pajamas are cotton, and my sheets are clean.

It doesn't get a lot better than this.

There's a cool discussion going on in brooklinegirl's journal about characterization in HCL here, and I got to thinking about Billy Tallent. She makes some excellent points, but the one that really stuck in my mind was this:

I don't think Joe can convince Billy to do anything. I don't think it's a power struggle like that. I think it's a game where Billy has a whole other rule book. Joe maybe knows what works, but he doesn't know why it works. I don't think Billy is ever planning on throwing it all in and staying with Joe and having happy-fun-tour-time for the rest of their lives. I don’t think that's even an option, and I don't think any amount of sex with Joe is going to even make Billy hesitate when it comes to leaving.

And it's true, you know? Billy's just not that invested in making HCL work; he is ready to get the fuck out of Dodge. Which there's two ways to interpret, in my view: relatively positive, by saying that Billy's aware that HCL is never going to make it, and Joe's self-destructive, and therefore that Billy's just escaping a bad situation; or relatively negative, by saying that Billy's a self-centered asshole.

Honestly, I tend more toward the second.

It's not that I think he's a bad person. But I don't think he – or, for that matter, anyone else in HCL – is actually capable of putting someone else's happiness/needs above their own. Joe Dick loves Billy, no question about it, and yet he's not ever going to make the choice to let Billy go, even if he got it through his head that HCL was never going to make it big. What I said in BLG's journal was, "For me, HCL is largely a story about what happens when a whole group of massively self-centered people try to interact in ways that are inherently about getting out of the self – being in a band, having a relationship, negotiating details of everyday life – and failing spectacularly." There's love there, there's talent, but there isn't maturity – that quality that lets people go through the day without fucking up their lives.

So ultimately, how Billy ends up being characterized frequently has a lot more to do, in my opinion, with the author of a fic than with canonicity.

( Which brings me to John Sheppard. )

So obviously, the F/K/V movement is sweeping the nation (read: my flist), and it's making me kind of sad. Not because I think OT3s are BAD and WRONG, which I very much do not, but because I'm kinda just... not that into it. Which is a sad thing to be in fandom, you know? Everyone else is all excited and busy and inspired, and I am the poor wallflower who is just not that into it.

( And it's not just Due South, either. )

OMG, I have scored MAJOR CHRISTMAS LOOT this year.

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If They Mated: Literary Edition


"Paradise Lost in Space"- Satan, Moloch, and Belial are sentenced to

spend eternity in a flying saucer with a goofy robot, an evil

scientist, and 2 annoying children.

 

"Machiavelli's The Little Prince" - Antoine de Saint-Exupery's classic

children's tale as presented by Machiavelli. The whimsy of human nature

is embodied in many delightful and intriguing characters, all of whom

are executed.

 

"Green Eggs and Hamlet" - Would you kill him in his bed? Thrust a

dagger through his head? I would not, could not, kill the King. I could

not do that evil thing. I would not wed this girl, you see. Now get her

to a nunnery.

 
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I'm so delighted about the Fandom Holiday Card Exchange. How fucking awesome would it be to be on Rodney's Christmas list? I bet he wouldn't even remember about sending a card until, like, April. If ever. Hey, he's a busy man, OK? Why don't you try saving the known universe sometime, if you care so much about your stupid meaningless religion. Geez.

Bah, humbug.

I think fanfiction is corrupting me. That is, more than usual. Evidence: I opened a Snapple bottle today, and the "true fact" ( or "fun fact". Or "were you aware?" Whatever. I don't remember what they call it) thingy inside the cap was:

"The mouth and fingertips are the most sensitive parts of your body."

What? Aren't these things usually pretty G-rated? I mean, I was expecting something along the lines of "A blue whale weighs as much as six thousand bowling balls!" or "If you collected all the hair that women have removed from their legs in the past year, you could weave a carpet that encircled the Earth nine times!" (Also: I am pretty sure that the mouth and fingertips are not the most sensitive parts of my body. I mean, I could be wrong.)

However, when I mentioned this previously unsuspected (though mild) Snapple-bottle flirtatiousness to my dinner companions, they looked totally baffled. Even after I explained.

Which led me to the conclusion that I am Just Really Dirty-Minded.

So maybe it's not fanfiction's fault, exactly. I mean, I'm not saying there's a direct cause and effect relationship here. But honestly, you have to admit that the kinky, BDSM Whore!Spike fic I've been reading can't be helping the situation.

Repeat after me, Kal: just because you wish everything was porny, that doesn't make it true.