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Ummmm so this one time I saw Cobra Starship four times in three days and it was epic fabulousness and I had the best weekend ( EVER! )

And this is totally unrelated, but Barack Obama, I am voting for you so fucking hard.

I'm currently working on a huge-ass Cobra Weekend post, but in the meantime: Cloverfield is songfic? I wonder if it's as good as the songfic segments of I'm Not There!

Hey, just ftr, there is one thing that will still make me read Due South fic: if someone writes men getting pregnant. DS flisters, please to keep this in mind. If there is ever F/K mpreg, let me know, okay? Great!

I'm not going to even ( talk about bandom mpreg. )

Ummmmm what else is new. I had kind of an amazingly ridiculously awesome weekend that ( I'm not sure I can even sum up. )

I bought ( ANOTHER WOLF T-SHIRT. )

No, but back to Pete Wentz. Have you heard his singing? It is MAGNIFICENTLY WRETCHED. Sometimes I like to think about him and his rocker boot and the increasing levels of absurdity his hair aspires to and basically his entire existence and then I like to lie down in a darkened room and laugh for a year or two.

Bandom, you are all my dreams come true. Or, ( well. ) Fandom: I will never run out of hearts for you. ♥ ♥

beingothrwrldly and kissingchaos9 are coming to see me tomorrow. That's right, get jealous.

Mmmmmm Cobra Starship, why are you so amazing? This album, you guys, this album. Every song makes me want to dance. I feel like baby Ryan Ross listening to My Chemical Romance. By which I mean that they make me want to daaaaaaance. I want to throw a dance party called No Seriously Viva la Fucking Cobra (Dance, Motherfuckers).

So I've decided that Hel and I weren't wrong about there being something mildly demeaning about meeting your bandom love objects. It's - it's not what you want it to be. It couldn't be, and I don't think it's really anyone's fault. "Hi, you mean the world to me, and you don't know my name. Sign my Latin textbook!" It's just an odd situation, you know? I'm so used to thinking of these guys as, honestly, very much my equal - people whose emotions I can get inside of, people who I can identify with and characterize and talk about casually - that suddenly being thrown into a situation where there's such a clear power and investment differential is kind of disconcerting. It hurts your pride.

IDK. IDK, IDK, life is a funny thing, being a fan is a funny thing. Viva la Cobra. I slept through my only class of the day, my roommate went to class and left her laptop at home, life could be a lot worse.

Hey, you know what is totally freaking awesome? Random fandom encounters! And they're so much more common for me now than they were in Due South, oh wow! (DS ILU.) I posted before about those girls who stopped me on the street for my TAI shirt, right? Well, ( yesterday I was at the poster sale on campus... )

And oh, my darlings, today I had kind of a shitty day, honestly. It wasn't great! And then I came home and fell asleep in the middle of the afternoon, and woke up and it was dark and neither of my roommates were home. So I put on Take This to Your Grave, and listened to it straight through. And then I put on From Under the Cork Tree, and listened to that straight through. And now I'm most of the way through Infinity on High, and I'm grinning like a gigantic dork, and just, fuck. This band makes me so happy. SO HAPPY.

One of the reasons I basically denied to everyone, including myself, that I was done with Due South fandom from about December 2006 (when I read my last DS story) through MJ 2007 (when I entered bandom), was that I honestly thought I'd never find another fandom that made me as happy as DS made me. But oh my God, I was wrong, and that makes me – I feel SO LUCKY, you guys. Wow. I had the best fandom in the entire world, and I still hope it thrives and flourishes forever, because it was so good to me - but this fandom gives me things I didn't know to ask for, and it's what I need, and it's what I love. ♥ ♥ ♥

I have Pete's lyrics swirling around in my head right now, and Patrick's lovely clear voice, and a bowl of ice cream. I think this calls for a small ( picspam! )

TELL ME ABOUT WHAT YOU LOVE! Tell me about love! Tell me about FALL OUT BOYS.

For some reason, I always need to hear a song a whole bunch of times before I love it. I don't know why, and there are rare exceptions - I loved Belle & Sebastian's Get Me Away From Here, I'm Dying the first time I heard it – but no FOB lyric has ever applied to me as well as "the songs you grow to like never stick at first." It took me, like, MONTHS to love MCR, and now I adore them unreasonably. (Uh, MCR's music, that is. I wrote a huge schmoopy GWay Love Post before I'd even seen LotMS, so I think you can judge for yourself just how fast I fell for those children themselves.)

Anyway, here's what I'm saying: Sophomore Slump or Comeback of the Year. Hi, I love this song. I LOVE it. I always prefer songs where Pete talks about The Band to songs where Pete talks about That Bitch, but man, I really really love this song. I might have to add it to my list of Reasons I Love It When Pete Writes Meta, along with Thriller, Saturday (although, didn't Patrick write that? Whatevs), and that one buzznet entry. Oh, and every Q&A ever, of course. PETE WENTZ. SOMETIMES YOU ARE MY FAVORITE. ♥ ♥ ♥

Yeah, I don't know. I'm pretty much at the point of just wanting to type the lyrics of that song over and over instead of making a coherent blog post. Man, I'm so overinvested in Pete Wentz, it's kind of a problem. Except for how I love it. I think a lot of people were blown into bandom by big winds in their personal lives, high seas and tempests – God knows I was. And I'm not sure how I found comfort and meaning in some dirty shitty boys from Chicago, but I really did. I don't mean to turn my LJ into a constant stream of OMG DEFENSIVE, at all, and I'll try to keep quiet after this, but – this fandom means a lot to me, and it genuinely hurts when people piss on it, or say it's okay to be into it as long as we know the music's shitty, or that the boys are insincere, or whatever. I don't know. The music – uh, whatever, I don't feel like arguing music taste. I love the music, that's the relevant part, I guess. Most of us love the music. And we sure as hell love the people who make it, and as much as we mock them (AND WE DO, bandom takes itself FAR less seriously than most of the fandoms I've been in!) we genuinely respect them. We love them without irony. And getting harshed on by people who ARE ALSO FANNISH, by people who, hello, write gay porn about Stargate Atlantis (or Harry Potter, or the Sentinel, or any of our other thoroughly ridiculous obsessions) feels a little. I don't know. It gets a tiny bit less funny, after, like, the fiftieth time.

This all goes back to what I've always said about overinvestment being the whole point of what we do, fannishly, and about how I think it's so much more important what you get out of something artistically than whether it's good according to some empirical standard. I have just as little interest in being attacked for being a Fall Out Boy fan as I do in being attacked for being an SGA fan, or a slash fan, or a romance novel fan. All my meta is one big meta! Pete Wentz, let's get together sometime and chat, I think it'd be a good time.

Whatever, I probably shouldn't post this, but my roommates are out pursuing athletic interests while I'm lazing around in an armchair, and mooching someone else's internet. So!

P.S. I was so overwhelmed by the response to my post about the stagegay that I can only write about it in small text, because I don't want to get weepy AGAIN, like I did about forty times during that wank when I saw how lovely and wonderful and intelligent my fandom was being. ILU, my angels. Thank you so much for every single comment. I'm still planning to reply to all of them when I get a more consistent wireless signal. Oh my fandom, I have so many <3s for you. <333333333333333333333333

Oh my darling flist, I THINK WE NEED TO HUG. I say this not merely because my summer, and by summer I mean "2007," hahaha sob, has been generally sucktacular; nor because today I had to open and organize four hundred and sixty-two receipts chronologically before I scanned them all to PDFs by fiscal year. I am not motivated simply by the massive and unbearable fail that has been LJ in general over the past few months, nor any of several deeply depressing wanks! No, my angels, this statement is based on the fact that I logged on just now to browse my flist, and discovered that just about EVERY SINGLE PERSON I know and love is having the worst day it is humanly possible to have. Oh my God! It is unbelievable! I have never seen such widespread unpleasantness in a 24 hour period! I AM SO SO SORRY. I LOVE YOU ALL TREMENDOUSLY. Not one of you deserves the unmitigated awful you have been receiving lately, and if you would like me to choke a bitch, please point me towards that bitch stat.

Anyway, we CLEARLY need to hug. And you know what the LJ version of a hug is: an anonymous love meme!!! Come and shout your love from the rooftops, please, and by rooftops I mean anonymous comments. Pimp this in your journal, so that you can keep on spreading the love to others like Pete Wentz with mono! IP logging turned off, in case your love is embarrassingly intense! Aaand GO.

Given Boldthrough '07, I think we should talk about legal issues regarding underage characters. NOTE THAT I AM NOT A LAWYER. Also note that I understand that LJ and SA are private organizations [ETA: and therefore can delete whatever the hell they want, legally], that they are under tremendous pressure, and that the law is kind of confusing sometimes, and covering your ass is understandable.

( That said. )

1. Everyone, why am I such a giant perv?

So for reasons that don't need exploring at this juncture, I was talking to shoemaster about ( Patrick being really freaky in bed. )

(P.S. This is why I do not want bandom dudes/ladies* to have livejournals, okay? DON'T GOOGLE YOURSELVES, SAYS MIKEYWAY.)

*You know, dudes, ladies, dudes who look like ladies...

2. Fandom, why you gotta make me so sad?

I hate to beat a dead horse, but as I seem to be doing with every wank these days, I find myself coming back to the issue of language use. I'm sorry to be boring, but oh man, it just keeps being TRUE. We are an internet community. Language is all we have. It MATTERS what you call your challenge. It matters even to people who aren't members of your community.

( The thing that really pisses me off... )

A lot of other people have said it better, but I think it's worth saying anyway. Because language is all we have. And because it matters.

3. Bandom, why so consistently amaaaazing?

Seriously. This is a message going out to anyone who's not in bandslash, but still has me friended (uhm, also, I am SO SORRY): THIS FANDOM IS RIDICULOUSLY AWESOME. Recently, I keep running into people from other RPS fandoms squeeing about their own little moments of canon gay, and I just. Guys. WHAT.