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Futurama last night was the one where Bender sold his body for the titanium and Nixon bought it so he could run for president of Earth. Do I need to reiterate how much I love this show? I've seen it upteem million times, and yet I giggle each and everytime, when I catch bits like the shot of the Washington monument, and then next to it, a much larger obelisk which says the Clinton monument. Or Frye asking Leila why Nixon's staying at the Watergate, and she says they give you a discount if you've been there before:)

Target has won me back over. Well, I was never anti-Target, just anti - overcrowded snazzy new Target with terrifying parking systems. White high heeled sandals for $16, and a new bathing suit, and cat litter, and giant bubble bath that's a knock off of the Philosophy bubble back but was only $3. To celebrate, I went home and hung up my clothes and cleaned my bathroom, and watched Alias while M. slept. It's like having three cats, except one of them is giant, and employed, and smokes too much of too many various substances. I sit on the couch, M's feet on my lap with one cat curled up on the couch cushion in the middle and the other wrapped around my head, yellling at the TV, yelling things like, "Vaughn is the worst spy ever." and things like that. It's very homey. Didn't hate Alias, didn't love it either.

I'm re-reading High Fidelity, because I'm in a wave of musical nostalgia, and because parts of that book ring so true, and yet there are parts where I just want to smack Rob, and yet his behavior rings true as well. But it's the music, the idea of basing someone's worth on their musical taste, and their investment in music (and yes, I've been guilty of doing this, many many times and am not particularly proud), but we exist together in this world of things, and sometimes the only judgement you're really able to make is the matching up of tastes, of value judgements on pop culture and the way those judgements line up. Tastes don't have to match, but they do have to sync.

And it's comforting, for me at least, to know that for someone I'm talking to, Blonde on Blonde is an important part of their life, or that they've heard it and understand it. That Oasis is not:) (No offense to the Ghallagers and I'm sure you've done some fine work:) Because you can't know if they're thinking other things, thinking that you're ridiculous or absurd or hot, or if they'll cheat on you in a year or change jobs and decide to become a Hari Krishna, but once a person had fallen in love with Bob Dylan, it's pretty much with them for life.

So the top 5 lists make sense, in a superficial kind of way, but they're not entirely superficial. I know what it means to me to say I love Bob Dylan, and I'll still sing loudly and off key along with my mom's Linda Ronstadt albums, and that I get dizzy in giddy in Amoeba with all of the potential new things to hear. That I love Farscape, that I still wouldn't mind being Scully but I'd rather be Aeryn most days. That I loved The Matrix, and that we saw it 6 times in the theater, that I'll watch Futurama and Cowboy Bebop, and have bought books just because I heard people talk about them on LJ and respect their taste enough to play consumer, and that I hate Mark Helprin's politics but Winter's Tale changed my idea of how to write and that I have a giant cardboard cutout of Pierce Brosnan as James Bond and it embarrases me but I'll never throw it away, and that I will still watch Star Wars, or Casablanca, or Notorious whenever they're on television. These are all things that show a little piece of me, who I am and who I want to be and who I'm not, but who I admire, and since that's pretty much what fandom's all about, I think I'm maybe preaching to the choir:)

ETA: searose is doing some lovely meta on characters in the Premiere:)

And I looked at my Farscape Ficathon assignment and just started to laugh. I'm so unsuited to write this, but I think it'll be a kick.

Comments

[minnow1212.livejournal.com]

>It's like having three cats, except one of them is giant, and employed, and smokes too much of too many various substances.<

Hee! The mental image there is too funny.

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

It'd be even funnier if you could see the lot of them, all asleep, feet twitching in dreams of being chased or chasing things. Except the cats are dreaming of birds, and he's dreaming of Eliza Dushku:)