Midweek Sprawl
May. 2nd, 2007 10:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
itsallovernowOur household is still hot water free. (Amazingly enough, this is not our fault. I know, I know, crazy!!) Our hot water heater is apparently going, and the landlord came and pressed a button and the water got lukewarm and then didn't and so now he's back. (Our landlord is utterly incompetent, so I have little hope for a solution that isn't a new water heater.) That being said, I'd really like to wash my hair in the near future because I can deal with the cold water for body cleanliness, but I've got too much hair for that adventure (and the shower I had on Saturday, when we discovered this little adventure was enough cold water, plus shampoo, plus inevitability of cold water plus warm head to last me a lifetime).
In fannish matters, can someone explain to me why there are marines running around the SGC? Or are they not really marines, and those are just in Atlantis? Who'd follow "guests" around and make sure they didn't get into trouble?
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hossgal and synecdochic have some interesting fannish meta and reflection (and possibly not in the way you think) going on. And for me, what I've learned from fandom is that fans are no crazier than the rest of the population, their focus is just narrower (because we can only interact based on that focus, that's what we've got to measure and judge on).
Things I've Learned from Fandom
* I've learned the depths of generosity and gratitude that people are capable of, and also the vast amount of batshit crazy that exists among anything that people love passionately.
*I've learned that there is no entitlement in fandom (which is always a healthy lesson to learn).
* No one is ever going to do exactly what I want, say exactly what I want, and that often, I'm going to have to make my own fun. (Fandom is like sex in that way, a fact that I find particularly ironic these days:)
* Like any relationship, fandom has dry spells. Interests shift, motivations vary, and sometimes you're on the outside when you were on the in, and all that really means is that for me, fandom is tied more into the specific media than the fannish experience, and that's a good lesson. That lesson is also completely untrue when it comes to the individuals I know through this collective experience.
* I've learned my own limitations, my own laziness, and when I'm likely to follow through or not. It's made me re-learn to not overcommit, and that I'll still be vaguely jealous of others who have more time and follow through for playing in the sandbox.
* I've learned that everyone has fannish shame. Everyone (or nearly everyone) has some fannish quirk in their closet that they want to keep locked up there. I don't think that's a bad thing. I think, much like in real life, it varies in degrees and I'm always fascinated by what it is.
* I've learned that who I am as a fan is not different than who I am as a person. I'm still obsessive, resistant to change, slightly out of step, not as hip as I want to be, not as focused as I want to be, and still, often, able to laugh at myself in the midst of it.
* I've learned that leather pants can cure a variety of ailments, and that with the right words, a threesome makes perfect sense, and never ever think to oneself "I'll never read XYZ, because eventually, the right person will come along and write it in a way that makes perfect sense and you'll have to eat those words."
* I've learned to never, ever go to message boards. Because for me, pretending that my version of crazy and obsessive is superior to someone else's is working for me. I don't want to be embarrassed for or by other fans, and that's perhaps not particularly tolerant or all embracing, but I'm pretty sure no one said that fandom was fair, or that it was a democracy.
* But I've also learned that fandom governs it's own, for better or worse, and god, as an anthropologist, that is just fucking fascinating. It's like Lord of the Flies slashed with the Roundheads in digital.
To conclude, despite the fact that I've got a floundering NIP, a 40 page half finished crossover, and my cracked out Sweet Charity fic in progress, I'll happily do the following meme if anyone wants to play:
Name three fics you think I will never, ever, ever write. In return, I will attempt to write a snippet of one of them.
In fannish matters, can someone explain to me why there are marines running around the SGC? Or are they not really marines, and those are just in Atlantis? Who'd follow "guests" around and make sure they didn't get into trouble?
Also, both
hossgal and synecdochic have some interesting fannish meta and reflection (and possibly not in the way you think) going on. And for me, what I've learned from fandom is that fans are no crazier than the rest of the population, their focus is just narrower (because we can only interact based on that focus, that's what we've got to measure and judge on).Things I've Learned from Fandom
* I've learned the depths of generosity and gratitude that people are capable of, and also the vast amount of batshit crazy that exists among anything that people love passionately.
*I've learned that there is no entitlement in fandom (which is always a healthy lesson to learn).
* No one is ever going to do exactly what I want, say exactly what I want, and that often, I'm going to have to make my own fun. (Fandom is like sex in that way, a fact that I find particularly ironic these days:)
* Like any relationship, fandom has dry spells. Interests shift, motivations vary, and sometimes you're on the outside when you were on the in, and all that really means is that for me, fandom is tied more into the specific media than the fannish experience, and that's a good lesson. That lesson is also completely untrue when it comes to the individuals I know through this collective experience.
* I've learned my own limitations, my own laziness, and when I'm likely to follow through or not. It's made me re-learn to not overcommit, and that I'll still be vaguely jealous of others who have more time and follow through for playing in the sandbox.
* I've learned that everyone has fannish shame. Everyone (or nearly everyone) has some fannish quirk in their closet that they want to keep locked up there. I don't think that's a bad thing. I think, much like in real life, it varies in degrees and I'm always fascinated by what it is.
* I've learned that who I am as a fan is not different than who I am as a person. I'm still obsessive, resistant to change, slightly out of step, not as hip as I want to be, not as focused as I want to be, and still, often, able to laugh at myself in the midst of it.
* I've learned that leather pants can cure a variety of ailments, and that with the right words, a threesome makes perfect sense, and never ever think to oneself "I'll never read XYZ, because eventually, the right person will come along and write it in a way that makes perfect sense and you'll have to eat those words."
* I've learned to never, ever go to message boards. Because for me, pretending that my version of crazy and obsessive is superior to someone else's is working for me. I don't want to be embarrassed for or by other fans, and that's perhaps not particularly tolerant or all embracing, but I'm pretty sure no one said that fandom was fair, or that it was a democracy.
* But I've also learned that fandom governs it's own, for better or worse, and god, as an anthropologist, that is just fucking fascinating. It's like Lord of the Flies slashed with the Roundheads in digital.
To conclude, despite the fact that I've got a floundering NIP, a 40 page half finished crossover, and my cracked out Sweet Charity fic in progress, I'll happily do the following meme if anyone wants to play:
Name three fics you think I will never, ever, ever write. In return, I will attempt to write a snippet of one of them.
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Re: Three Things You Would Never Write But Wound't Make Either of Us Retch
Date: 2007-05-02 08:48 pm (UTC)She's the break that makes the rule - genetic purity, and the most powerful members of the Peacekeeper elite are the one's who've made it beyond those narrow boundaries and definitions.
When she allies with Scorpius, when she tests her wiles, her manipulation on him (a master manipulator, but far too short sited), she is moderately pleased with his sexual prowess. His power is an aphrodisiac, but his skin is uncomfortable, too warm, even regulated and she finishes their sex feel vaguely ill. Discovering that she's preganant does not displease her, and for all that she worries for the physical characteristics of the child, there are surgeons to alter the most heinous of traits, and the child will understand, fundamentally, what it means to have power, how to strive, how to overcome and win.
These are qualities worth contamination, worthy of her manipulations, and choosing another high ranking Sebacean to play surrogate to this child is just another in a string of steps that will put her firmly within the grasp of the peace and power she deserves.
Re: Three Things You Would Never Write But Wound't Make Either of Us Retch
Date: 2007-05-02 08:54 pm (UTC)Possibly the single most creepy line in any fic you've written *shudder*.
Re: Three Things You Would Never Write But Wound't Make Either of Us Retch
Date: 2007-05-02 08:57 pm (UTC)Re: Three Things You Would Never Write But Wound't Make Either of Us Retch
Date: 2007-05-02 08:59 pm (UTC)(dude, they are so coming for my secret decoder ring)...
Re: Three Things You Would Never Write But Wound't Make Either of Us Retch
Date: 2007-05-02 09:08 pm (UTC)Re: Three Things You Would Never Write But Wound't Make Either of Us Retch
Date: 2007-05-02 09:10 pm (UTC)I thought Thea was talking about some random gland that Grayza had had implanted and I was like "gland is a gross word" - I forgot all about the rape drug. Gah.
Re: Three Things You Would Never Write But Wound't Make Either of Us Retch
Date: 2007-05-02 09:14 pm (UTC)Re: Three Things You Would Never Write But Wound't Make Either of Us Retch
Date: 2007-05-02 09:07 pm (UTC)Love! It!
Thea, you're just this < > cool!
Re: Three Things You Would Never Write But Wound't Make Either of Us Retch
Date: 2007-05-02 09:11 pm (UTC)Re: Three Things You Would Never Write But Wound't Make Either of Us Retch
Date: 2007-05-02 10:05 pm (UTC)Re: Three Things You Would Never Write But Wound't Make Either of Us Retch
Date: 2007-05-02 09:16 pm (UTC)See One, Play One
Date: 2007-05-02 10:02 pm (UTC)It's a game for two: Scorpius is just as gracious when he accepts her offer and as carefully punctillious about protocol and rendering all appropriate courtesies and for a weeken that stretches into a monen, then near to two, they continue together in the counterfeit of perfect comity while waiting for further directions from the High Command.
She's perfectly aware that he's trying to establish a power base on her carrier, establish a back channel to High Command in order to have her command seconded to his wormhole project. There's just enough slack in the rope she gives him to hang himself and she makes sure that she has recordings of all his seditious, mutinous communications. Scorpius is highly intelligent, perhaps even the genius he considers himself to be, but he believes that he is indispensible and that is his great weakness. Compared to that, his compulsive sexual attraction to Peacekeeper females is nothing more than a convenient handle, one that allows her to get close enough to snare him. Even so, he's fastidious in his habits and it takes weekens to induce the intimacy that allows the gentle brush of fingertips across his lips.
His system is already so compromised that a single touch is enough to control him. Intercourse is, in fact, entirely unnecessary but she takes him anyway because she can. Afterwards, she savours the information that spills from him about his every last dark, sordid secret, every bribe he's made and favour he's given, enough information to see him executed on a dozen different charges, with far greater pleasure than their coupling. It's a small matter, so much so that she's genuinely surprised when the medtech announces the presence of Scarran DNA in the embryo and needs a moment to recall who the father could possibly be...
Re: See One, Play One
Date: 2007-05-02 10:21 pm (UTC)Re: See One, Play One
Date: 2007-05-02 10:24 pm (UTC)