Not Dead, Just With Family

[itsallovernow]

My mom and aunt were here this weekend, something I'd been anticipating due to the whole depression/considering moving back to CO thing. Let's just say that extended time with immediate family in close confines does wonders for one's nostalgia.

(At the moment, they've been let loose on the greater Los Angeles area. Which wouldn't be so scary if they'd actually write down the directions I give them instead of saying, "Yeah, yeah, we know where we're going," and then calling from the road in unfortuate neighborhoods describing where they are instead of where they should be. This is how we ended up in haphazardmethod's neighborhood (not unfortunate, but not where we were supposed to be either), and now I want to know why there are flying pigs up there!! I waived as we drove by the general vicinity of your house, Hap!! We were the white Pontiac with the three large Northern European women screaming at each other.)

At the moment, I'm heartily sick of everyone I'm related to, myself included. I love them, but this was not either my mother nor my aunt (nor, to be perfectly honest) my most stellar set of moments. I'm tired and more depressed than I was before they got here. I want to shake off this feeling of inertia, of being stuck, of being useless, of wanting to cry all the time. I want to write again, I want to feel like I've got something to offer and something to give and right now, all I feel is sad. It's just pervasive, even in between moments of laughter, sad is all I've got.

I haven't watched anything on television for four days, and finally saw Little Miss Sunshine which I liked, in particularly because it is really true to the bonds of family, and the ridiculous and hilarious things we'll do for each other. And because pretty soon the plastighetto car will need to be propelled by that VW bus.

Welcome home to the world travellers:) I hate you all!! And are very glad you're back safely.

Happy Birthday to the absolute slew of people that have had birthdays lately! I've been a terrible friend and haven't acknowledged said birthdays and I wish you all a year of happiness and words and adventures.

And if anyone needed an assignment, and at the same time wanted to help in the collective "Cheer Thea up, or at least get her to stop whining" campaign, give me your top three favorite fannish moments - any source material, any venue. It can be get togethers, moments in a show, a piece of text, a picture, just something that fandom or the media of your choice has done to make you happy.

Comments

[lizlet.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry to hear that you're depressed. I offer you hugs and comfort. I also offer you excerpts from The Fic of Shame. So shameful. So so shameful.

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

Dude, the excerpts from the fic of shame TOTALLY MAKE MY DAY!!!

And the hugs and comfort are much, much appreciated.

[lizlet.livejournal.com]

OH MY GOD THE BURNING:

A long while later, they lay tangled up in each other’s arms, Rose laying with her head over Peter’s heart, listening to his heartbeats slowing to a more normal rhythm. Peter was threading his fingers in her hair, combing through it gently.

“Rose?” he asked softly.

“Yes,” she replied, snuggling more securely into his chest.

“Where do you see our relationship going?” he inquired, nervousness apparent in his voice.

Rose propped her head up with her arm against his chest to look at him. “I hadn’t thought much about it, beyond being like this with you,” she said, not really wanting to admit yet that she wanted it all: marriage, house, kids…forever.

“Would you want more than just this?” he asked, giving her an intense look.

“What do you mean?” she replied.

Peter took a deep breath. “Rose, today I discovered I want much more than what we have in our relationship,” he admitted. “I nearly lost you today, and it made me realize that I want it all with you.”

Rose looked at him intently. “What are you saying, Peter,” she asked, hope rising in her heart.

“I want to marry you, Rose,” he confessed, looking her in the eye with a sincere expression. “I want to buy a nice flat or house together, and some day soon, have a kid or two. I want forever, Rose.”

Rose’s grinned widely. “Are you asking what I think you’re asking?”

Peter shifted her off of him, and got off the bed. Bending down on one knee, he said sincerely, “Rose Tyler, will you marry me?”

Laughing and shaking her head, she responded, “’Course I will. Now get back into bed!”

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

Dude! What are you going to do when it is over and there is no more fic of shame!! OMG! What will I do!!

[lizlet.livejournal.com]

It actually concluded a week or so ago. I've been trying not to think about it. What with the shame and all.

Fortunately, though, the thing is LONG. It's a nearly inexhaustable stockpile of shame! From earlier in our story,

Her hands slid up his chest to tangle in his hair, feeling the soft strands slip through her fingers as she pressed herself closer to his warm body beneath her. His tongue slid against hers in a sensual rhythm, then moved away to begin kissing down her throat. She threw back her head as the pleasure of it all began to overwhelm her. She hadn’t felt like this is so long.

Suddenly something started to click in her mind. She needed to stop this, even though her body was aching for more. “Peter,” she murmured against his ear. “Peter, stop.”

Peter’s body stilled beneath hers. She pulled away slightly to look down into his hooded eyes. “What’s wrong?” he asked, sliding a hand up to stroke back a lock of hair from her face.

“I—“ she began, then moved to sit up away from him. “I can’t do this. Not yet.”

Peter sat up next to her, putting some distance between the two of them. “I thought—“

Rose turned to him, taking in the slightly hurt and confused look on his face. Ignoring the small voice in her head that said it would be a very bad idea, she moved closer and pulled him in for another kiss. She broke away and looked into his eyes. “Before we go any farther, I need to explain a few things first.”

Peter looked at her in confusion. She knew he didn’t understand what was going on, and she desperately wished she could ignore common sense and just snog the living daylights out of him, but she couldn’t. The fading memory of her dream made her realize that she couldn’t lead Peter on when he didn’t know the complete truth about who she was.

Rose sat back, needing some space if she was going to tell him about her past. “Peter, have you ever wondered where all my knowledge of alien life came from?”

[cofax7]

I dunno about top 3, but these are some of the best:

1. Meeting qowf, lenadances, minnow1212, se_parsons, and jood in a bar in Chicago for the first time, and making so much noise that the guys in the next table came over to ask what we were talking about.

2. Humiliating shrift by talking MPREG in front of Ricky Manning. And then having him ask me to sign a fic collection (including "Those Who Favor Fire") for him.

3. Watching Maayan dance barefoot in the garden at 3 AM behind fialka's house the night we saw "John Quixote" (back in the days of getting ahems via IRC and queues and other magical mystery distribution systems).


I hope you feel better soon, hon. {{hugs}}

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

Hugs you:) Is very glad you're home safely, and thinks those are really marvelous fannish memories:)

[(Anonymous)]

Three things -

1) Jensen Ackles as Dean Winchester. Dude, I could go on at length here. Do I have to pick just one? Okay, I'll pick just one. The smirk in Devil's Trap, and to avoid spoilery I won't say the context, just that the boy's a delightful, full-blown, swaggering, strutting, cocksure idiot, bluffing his way through hell and damnation, hoping the cards will be right when he has to call, knowing they won't be, and ignoring the fact that he's out of ammo and down to his last knife, and I love him for it.

2) D'Argo's boy's troops rappelling (Australian seat!) down the cliff in Peacekeeper Wars.

3) Thefourthvine, making a rec for "Seawrack". Because she *nailed* Tolkien, and Tolkien's writing, in the snarky, loving, *headdesk*ing manner only possible when you really, really love a piece of work enough to see through the flaws and the insane-making parts and love it anyway. I would love that rec even if I hadn't written Seawrack.

Oh, wotthehell, you get an extra one:

Laura Roslin saying You know we have to kill her. Oh. My. God. If I hadn't already loved the character, I would have then. That? Forget all your bronze bras and your Honor Harringtons and your special-powered slayers, that is the kind of female character I want more of on my tv.

Finally, a request for you - has someone already done a dvd commentary on "Mare Tranquilus"? If not, is it okay if I do one? I know I did, already, kinda, with the remix. But I've been thinking about that story lately, and I would like to do a commentary, if you don't mind.

- hg

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

I would love to have you do a commentary on Mare Tranquilis:) Feel free!

And hee:) Those are a fantastic fannish three, and even when I don't much like Battlestar Galactica (much like someone you respect the hell of but don't always have it in you to like), I love Laura Roslin. And will keep watching the show for her character and the hard, hard things she will do.

Mare Tranquilus

[leadensky.livejournal.com]

here. (http://leadensky.livejournal.com/410785.html)

- hg

way longer then you asked for....

[pukajen.livejournal.com]

Because it's just the analness in me...

In chronological order, both by fandom and time

April of 1998 it was X-Files' last season filming up in Vancouver, and my first year in Vancouver. In the space of 72 hours my life changed forever. I went to a cancer fund raiser hosted by Dean Haglund - on of the Lone Gunmen - and many of the cast, crew and creators of XF. I took pictures and had a blast, I went with my Dad as I had yet to meet any geek friends.
The two days later XF filmed a chess scene at the stadium, GM place and invited Vancouver to come on by. About 15,000 people showed up, 12,000 or so getting in. I took pictures again.
Being lonely and wanting to share my experience with fellow philes I finally posted on atxf. Wow. Met all sorts of people, some of whom I still know and see in real life. Other's who have long since been lost in the trails of time, but who opened doors for me to meet people I consider my family.


The second was years later, I'd moved to LA - for the third and hopefully time - been living there for several years. ascian3 and I had made a little vid, we'd showed it to our friends, and put it up on her local server for fun and puppies.
My roommate C, wanted to go to the Grand Slam Con in Pasadena, to that end she pointed me tot heir web site. And looky there, they wanted fan vids. On a cold med induced high I drove an hour to the nearest FedEx drop off and set our vids free to Creation Con.
We went to the Grand Slam, had a good time, saw some good vids, some amazing crap. Great fun guests, the final one of the day was to be James Marsters. A and I had pretty much given up on see our vid on the big screen and settled down to see JM.
Until the intro vid was announced.
A and I were in shock, we had agreed to not go up if our names were called. A is shy and I work in the industry in LA. But wow. The crowed well over 1,000 people cheered and laughed and cat called. It was amazing. I only have snap shot memories of that few minutes. A and I went up to the stage mid way through, hands clasped and shaking like leaves. We had to support each other of fall down.
Or vids have been shown at other cons, at the Ain't It Cool News BtVS wrap party, Joss himself has seen them. But that first showing was something I'll never forget, and a feeling that won't go away any time soon.

There have been quite a few other incredible experiences over the years - 2 days on the set of Firefly, meeting and talking to Joss Weaton and Rockne O'Bannon, Kieffer Sutherland kissing me - but in the end it's the people more then the events.

Day long New Years parties at my house, giving countless XF tours to friends visiting, curling up on the couch and watching DVDs. Fandom has given me a family and never expected to have. One I love dearly.

Umm hope that cheered you up a bit.

Re: way longer then you asked for....

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

That totally cheered me up. Those are fantastic moments and thanks for sharing them!!

I only get 3?

[denynothing1.livejournal.com]

1) Meeting hap for the first time -- my first online to RL transition, and thankfully, it went well. The hilarious part was, we agreed to meet at the Barnes & Noble in Westwood and forgot to say *where* -- and remember, that B&N is 3 stories. Since we were NOT wearing the gold lame scarves and purple berets hap had suggested, it took some doing to find each other. Finally, we each recognized the other as the person wandering around with the, "Why the hell did I agree to do this again?" look. The rest is history. *g*

2) Driving around The Parking Garage of Doom in Boston with several of my Bostonions. In case I've never mentioned it, the Bostonions are so named because of an unfortunate typo of mine once upon a time -- now compounded by the fact that the last email I sent them began, "My dead Bostonions," instead of "My dear Bostonions," which is why comice has threatened to form a band called "Dr. B and the Dead Bostonions." But I digress. We met for dinner, then piled into C's car, which comfortably seats 5. Too bad there were 6 of us. The 4 of us in the back seat, sitting on top of each other and laughing like mad, only laughed harder when it turned out this parking garage had no actual exit. I swear, we drove around that thing for hours half an hour before finally finding our way out. The only thing funnier was the way the back door *sproinged* open when we finally reached our destination -- a restaurant that only serves dessert. Luckily, one of the group took the T home, so the 5 of us left were mostly comfortable on the way home.

3) Playing miniature golf in Potosi, Missouri. Playing it very, very, very badly. I did this 3 years in a row, and placed last in my group every time but one. That was the year I talked infinitemonkeys into playing with us. I have NEVER laughed so hard for such a sustained period. K with a club in her hand should be scary, but mostly we just learned many, many creative variations on the word, "bollocks." It was fab.

{{{{Thea}}}} You know, we should try to get together some time -- you, me, ropo, hap -- whoever's around. I still have your DVD of Garden State to give back to you, for one thing. For another, I'd love to give you a hug. Hope things pick up soon.

Re: I only get 3?

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

Thanks honey. And I totally agree! We should get together somewhere for tea. There has to be somewhere in LA that has real tea!!

And those are fantastic fannish memories:) Hee- fan girls in tiny cars is one of my favorite images:)

[musesfool.livejournal.com]

leadensky sent me here. I am sticking with three things from the source texts, because it's much easier to choose among them...

3. Frank on the steps at the end of "Crosetti" ("Homicide: Life on the Street")

2. Everything in "Becoming 2" from the part where Xander shows up ("Cavalry's here. Cavalry's a scared guy with a rock but...") through Buffy on the bus out of Sunnydale with "Full of Grace" on the soundtrack, but especially the part where Angelus is all, "What do you have left?" and she catches the sword in her hands and says, "Me." ("Buffy the Vampire Slayer")

1. "You're a son-of-a-bitch, you know that? She bought her first new car and you hit her with a drunk driver. What, was that supposed to be funny? "You can't conceive, nor can I, the appalling strangeness of the mercy of God," says Graham Greene. I don't know whose ass he was kissing there 'cause I think you're just vindictive. What was Josh Lyman? A warning shot? That was my son. What did I ever do to yours except praise his glory and praise his name? There's a tropical storm that gaining speed and power. They say we haven't had a storm this bad since you took out that tender ship of mine in the north Atlantic last year, 68 crew. Do you know what a tender ship does? Fixes the other ships. Doesn't even carry guns, just goes around, fixes the other ships and delivers the mail, that's all it can do. Gratias tibi ago, domine. Yes, I lied. It was a sin. I've committed many sins. Have I displeased you, you feckless thug? 3.8 million new jobs, that wasn't good? Bailed out Mexico, increased foreign trade, 30 million new acres of land for conservation, put Mendoza on the bench, we're not fighting a war, I've raised three children... that's not enough to buy me out of the doghouse? Haec credam a deo pio? A deo iusto? A deo scito? Cruciatus in crucem! Tuus in terra servus nuntius fui officium perfeci. Cruciatus in crucem. Eas in crucem! You get Hoynes!" - Jed Bartlet, "Two Cathedrals" ("The West Wing")

and as a bonus, because I can:

Mal: But it ain't all buttons and charts, little albatross. You know what the first rule of flyin' is? Well I suppose you do, since you already know what I'm about to say.

River: I do. But I like to hear you say it.

Mal: Love. You can know all the math in the 'Verse, but take a boat in the air you don't love, she'll shake you off just as sure as the turning of worlds. Love keeps her in the air when she oughta fall down, tells you she's hurtin' 'fore she keels. Makes her a home.

River: Storm's getting worse.

Mal: We'll pass through it soon enough.
Serenity

[suslikesturtles.livejournal.com]

Allow me to declare my undying gratitude to you. *bows* I'd have never, EVER understood Mal's last comments (boy does he mumble) and every time I watch Serenity I mean to google for the script, and then I forget until I watch it again, and here you are writing it all down! *deep breath* Thank you so much!

*reads it again* Yeah, the only words I got from the whole second-to-last bit were "boat" and "home". Aw, he's such a romantic. *swoon*

Aw man, I'm so chuffed! (Yeah, I'm easily pleased.) Thankies!

[musesfool.livejournal.com]

Heh. always happy to help, especially when it's something I love as much as that little conversation.

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

Hee. Mal's only OTP is Serenity:)

[suslikesturtles.livejournal.com]

You got me. OTP? I'm not too firm on the Language of Blog Brevity. It took me ages to figure out what GIP stood for, for example. But OTP is new to me... Can you Help The German?

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

Hee:) OTP= One True Pairing:) Bad enough that there's blogspeak, but couple that with fandomspeak and you've got a whole new nonsensical language.

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

Oh man, all three of those make me cry in the best way possible!

That moment at the end of Becoming 2, when Buffy realizes that no matter what, she'd always have herself, her strength and doubts and pure self, I love the show for that more than any other moment except perhaps the tiny umbrella at the prom, and that's just a sentimental favorite.

[musesfool.livejournal.com]

Yes! The prom, and also I love "I'm 16 years old, Giles, I don't want to die" in Prophecy Girl, and "I'm Buffy the vampire slayer. And you are?" from Anne. All those moments where Buffy owns herself and her power.

[sdwolfpup.livejournal.com]

That last speech of Mal's combined with the music and Serenity breaking through into the sunlight is my top media moment of all time, and I doubt it will ever be surpassed.

[musesfool.livejournal.com]

It's a great, great moment. Obviously I couldn't leave it off, even if it's not quite in my top 3, or it wasn't yesterday, anyway. *g*

[bluerosefairy.livejournal.com]

I followed musesfool over here. And wow, this is hard to narrow down. So I have two source, one RL:

3) I'm such a dork for wrestling, so it's got to be June 12th, 2006, the night DX reunited. Omigawd, I thought I'd exhausted myself screaming and flailing while watching the show? No, I got online at 11:06, and the Internet went kaboom! It was crazy - all these people I used to talk to when I was first into wrestledom back in '98 were IMing me; people from RL were calling me up going "did you SEE that?!". DX message boards were popping up everywhere. Newbies were all like "um, they're really pretty together, but what's DX?". And us old-heads were going bananas like a bunch of noobs.

2) The second season series finale of Carnivale. Just - ZOMGSOCOOL. Two worlds literally colliding - Samson, Sabina, Rubber Boy, and Bert crashing Casa de Creepy! Ben finding Sofie in New Canaan! Jonesy hitting on Iris! Stroud and Jonesy going toe-to-toe for the last time! Ruthie calling Justin a prick! And that friggin' cliffhanger . . .

1) Flying out to California for Carnycon, having rowforshore and irisfan recognize me SIGHT UNSEEN across the baggage claim at LAX, and meeting up with twinb80, evenangry, and all kinds of other awesome people. That entire weekend, really. Standing out on a patio smoking with Dan Knauf and Amanda Aday. Debra Christofferson, Brian Turk, Diane Salinger, and Clancy FUCKING Brown crashing the "fans-only" soiree. Rob Knepper telling me 2 months before the Prison Break finale that "some people'd give their right hand for the stuff I get to do in the finale". Carla Gallo asking us about Internet fandom, and not believing Dana, Lizbeth, Vorona and I had only really previously "met" online. Cynthia Ettinger's total crush on Clancy. Rob signing V's pocket and Lizbeth's teabag (dude, we were the FIRST to ask him to sign such interesting stuff!). So much awesome, so little time.

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

Those are fabulous:) I love seeing how much the fannish interaction enhances the medium itself, how much joy we just get from each other.

[suslikesturtles.livejournal.com]

First off, *major hugs*. Secondly:

1 - Meeting Chris Evans. (Has his fame even made it across the pond?) After he and Billie Piper split, he rented a store in the Camden Locks and proceeded to sit outside it at weekends, selling furniture and things. I went to say hello - sh*tting myself because I'm FANGIRL FROM HELL - and we chatted briefly. I had to go and have a pint afterwards I was so shaken.

2 - "I love you." - "I know." Han Solo is DA MAN, and will always be DA MAN. God do I enjoy that moment.

3 - Meeting PTerry at DiscCon 2004 and being entirely unable to speak. The mighty thebreej had to go and talk him into having a photograph taken for me. He also signed my turtle tattoo on the shoulder, remarking that I was sweating too much for the pen to write properly. MORTIFIED FANGIRL FROM HELL. But the picture is nice!

Now that I'm remembering this, I am once again reminded of the fact that I am awfully stupid when it comes to meeting celebs. My brain goes *fart* and that's it - I'm undone. No sane word will leave my mouth. It's SO embarrassing!

I hope you're feeling more upbeat today...

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

I am feeling more upbeat. I'm so enjoying these fan moments:) These in particular are totally delightful:)

[haphazardmethod.livejournal.com]

hello! I wondered what that noise was. *g* I have no idea about the pig, but I love it. We say hello to it every time we drive by it.

I'll be back to do the three fannish memories list (I have to call someone right now and talk about preschool funding).

{{{T}}}

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

Hee. That flying pig totally thrilled me. It's so terribly happy:)

[umbo.livejournal.com]

I didn't have a chance to respond to this yesterday--and it's not easy to narrow things down, that's for sure, but I'll make it easy on myself and stick to Homicide moments. Which means it's going to be Bayliss moments, and, actually, really angsty Bayliss moments, but, you know, I don't have a problem with that, strangely enough ;-)

1. The scene this icon is from, when Bayliss is questioning Peter Fields in Closet Cases and first admits he's attracted to men.

2. The scene from Zen and the Art of Murder where Bayliss and Lewis are on the roof and talking at complete cross purposes to each other, Lewis trying to reassure Bayliss he's a good cop and Bayliss despairing that being a cop is all he has left.

3. The scene from Stakeout where Bayliss has tears in his eyes about Adena Watson again, four years after he caught the case.

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

Ah, great, great moments from a fabulous show.

[sdwolfpup.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry things are so hard right now. Hopefully this will help cheer you up a little. It was unbelievably hard to just pick three moments!

1. Watching Joss' message at the early screening of Serenity last May, being in that room with all of those Browncoats and the energy that we seemed to be reflecting back on each other over and over. It was intense, and I am so grateful that I was able to get tickets and share that experience with other fans. We had all waited so long.

2. Sitting in someone's room at VividCon this year - I can't even recall whose it was now - at one or two in the morning, half-asleep and stretched out warm on the bed while fangirls talked happily all around me. The sound of their voices as I fell asleep made me feel so at peace.

3. Getting my picture taken with Nathan Fillion at DragonCon two years ago. I was shaking with nerves and he was funny and patient and when my camera failed to take a good picture three times, he took the picture himself and checked to make sure it came out. Unbelievably sweet man. And thank God for molly_may being in line with me, because we clutched each other's arms and couldn't speak after we got out of line, could only grin at each other like lunatics.

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

Those are lovely:)

And hee, I love the stories about people getting their pictures taken with "celebrities" that they adore. It's such a weird thing, you know? To take a picture with someone you have this intimate personal connection with, and yet do not know at all. And know you don't know them, and aren't a crazy stalker, and it's not like you think you know them, but you still feel such a deep abiding affection for what their work has given you that you want a way to physically record it and yet there are all these emotions of squee and OMG I am not this big a dork, and yes I am and I do not care and more squee and a little bit of reverance...

We decided in 2004, when the Hussies met in Burbank and went to the Farscape Convention to get our pictures taken in our bowling shirts with Ben Browder and Claudia Black (as part of the whole fannish experience and a way to memorialize the Hussy who couldn't make it into town that year), and were in fact so weirded out and so giddy and freaked and nervous that we all took big belts of whiskey before going to the auditorium (it was 8 a.m.) and then we had to argue about who was going to stand where (we were all too nervous to be the person sitting next to either of them in the chair, and Feldman lost/won because she's the shortest and the best behaved (actually, Cret is the best behaved, but also tall) and we made it through both photo opps without passing out and I realized later in the day that as I leaned over to get in the frame, I was happily exposing my bra to the camerman who said nothing (but really, was he going to say, um, ma'am, maybe you should tug your shirt up just a little:)

And now, all weirdness and intrusion issues aside, I'm so glad that we have those pictures of all of us, because it's who we were and are at that moment in time, and are with these two lovely people who none of us know, but still had a profound effect on our lives because if nothing else, they gave us each other. And plus, it was a really nice bra.

[sdwolfpup.livejournal.com]

What a great story! And, yes, those pictures are great to have now; I can look back at mine and instantly remember how I felt.

[pellucid.livejournal.com]

First of all, *hugs* Here's hoping for many happy-making things, whatever form they may take.

Some great fannish moments:

1. Somewhere about 1998 or so, I wanted to know the names of some X-Files episodes I had forgotten. And though this was before "google" had become a verb, it did occur to me to look on the internet. And not only did I find ep titles, but I found reviews, and essays, and fanfic!!! I had never even heard of fanfic before, but it was clearly the best thing ever! My discovery of fandom was definitely a "where have you been all my life" experience, finding this comfortable place that I had no idea existed.

2. The first time I met fandom people in real life and realized that it was also the first time I'd said things like "fic" and "ship" and "ep" and people's screen names out loud. And getting over the strange taste of these words I'm so used to reading, and then not being able to shut up about it all!

3. Farscape. I'm trying to pick a "moment"--mainlining season 1 in about three days and falling headlong in love, any number of episodes and moments within them, getting puppy-piled by a bunch of y'all one day last winter, reading any number of fics, the first time I was brave enough to write a FS fic--but mostly just Farscape. Period. I didn't know it could be like this!

[oneeyethedrd.livejournal.com]

1. Being paged at the Ontario Airport by my online handle. I was being picked up by some online friends, and yes, they knew my real name, but they chose to broadcast "Worker Caste (my handle at the time), please meet your party at Gate 12" or some such to several thousand people.

2. Burbank Farscape convention in 2003, when Kemper and Manning and the rest were walking around with smug smiles and telling us they couldn't tell us anything, while making it very clear that there WAS good news to be told. It was a very frustrating and exciting way to spend a weekend.

3. Being invited to participate in the Fanfic panel at the 2006 Burbank convention. Um...meep?

[thassalia.livejournal.com]

Re: #3! You'll be fabulous. Speak clearly and loudly and enjoy yourself:)

[kernezelda]

1. Meeting Tarzanic for the first time at the last ScaperCon in 2003. I'd been to Burbank the year before and had a fairly miserable time, knowing no one. But when I tentatively approached a group of people in the hotel lobby at ScaperCon the first night, and identified myself, Tarzanic squealed and leaped forward to hug me. It was startling, and scary, and so so gratifying to be known.
Then FBF rang my cell and turned out to be standing right outside the lobby doors, waving at me. And so I met my first Hussy, and it has been a joy and a blessing ever since to know you all.

2. Writing again. I thought I'd lost it after 1993-94, with only a few dribblings of essays and stories afterward, and it was an ache that didn't heal. Then, in August of 2002, after reading OfficerSun524's "The Future or Something Like It" and only weeks before news of the cancellation hit, I began writing Farscape fic. And there is nothing better than writing what you love.

3. Online community. Friends I found through Farscape, who have become so much a part of my life that I don't go a day without thinking of them.

4a. John Crichton, choosing Aeryn over home in DWTB. Crying in the ruins, dancing in what's left of his dreams, and losing everything.

4b. John Crichton and his children.

4c. John and Aeryn holding hands in Kansas before he speaks to Leslie. Friends first, then lovers, then whatever else. But there, then - friends.

5. Aeryn in Hidden Memory. She was dying not an hour before, but she goes down and saves her comrade, defies her past, and tortures the man who threw her from her life. No gentle or genteel maid - she is the strongest person John will ever know.

6. The very last minutes of the end of Supernatual's Season 1. When you see it, you'll know why.

These are mood-directed answers, and might change depending on time of day, location, and whether or not I have had cookies recently. ;)