Long Weekends
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pdxscaper!! May the year bring everything you hope for!
On Saturday, I went to ballet, rehearsed and cocktail waitressed at a Moroccan restaurant.
I can say, in my defense, that it seemed like a good idea at the time. I had visions of dollar bills exploding from my bra (not that such a thing ever happened during my waitressing days, and I'd have been appalled if it had). Clearly bellydancing has skewed my perspective on tips. And on being on my feet for six hours. I did not have a fabulous time. I did, at the end of the night, drink a sweet, very pink cocktail in honor of the day, which mostly I think is foolish. The restaurant gave red roses to the women, and the couples cuddled together on the low couches, and I was so not feeling the love.
But I got Cadbury chocolate, a cat toy and jam from my mother, and if that's not love, I don't know what is. She'd intended to make me heart shaped scones, but didn't get around to it. However, she'd already bought the jam:)
So yesterday, I stayed in my room and watched The West Wing all day. Yes, all day. This is practically unheard of (okay, so I also taught for two hours). Oh, I read some more Pratchett, edited the rest of what I have from the beta's, but mostly, watchedThe West Wing in my pajamas in my bed room while the cat slept in my clean laundry. The cat is black, the laundry was white. It was punishment for throwing out his suitcase. And my Toby love, if I was at all worried that it had vanished, is safe and sound and wrapped around his salad hating. And his torture of Will, because I enjoyed that far more, perhaps, than I should have.
Watched Alias on Sunday night, wondered why I don't feel more fannish about it. I was also hoping for a little Notorious riffing in the wine cellar, but no. It would have made me more Syd/ Vaughn sympathetic. As it is, I'm just not interested. They're not teasing me, not tantalizing me with them. Yes, Lauren/Sark is hot. Yes, SpyDaddy still rocks. But making Lauren a bad guy was a cop out and it grates on me, but seeing Weiss go undercover is always a treat.
So, watching Hot to Katratzi afterwards just made me giddy. The insanity, the "I'm an American speech", the elevator dancing, all of it, just so beautifully crazed, quick, clever, funny, painful. Sigh. I miss my show. I miss having something that I adore this much. Catching something new everytime, that sense from Aeryn and from John that, yup, we're gonna die, but our way, and with a chance, but really, there's nothing left to lose. Sigh again.
And now Angel, which at least has been familiar, a solid entertainmnet and a universe that I knew and understood and was somewhat invested in is going to be gone, and there's not a lot of reasons to turn on the TV these days.
In a mildly related, slightly hysterical note, in explaining to a student who Aimee Semple Mcpherson was, I compared her to Tammy Faye Baker. I got a blank look, had to explain who she was, then was informed that she is in some sort of frightening reality show. It made me feel old, and not a little stodgy:) Only teenagers are capable of eliciting that feeling in someone else, giving you that sad, sympathetic condescending, poor old lady look. Snort.
Also, to my betalicious bootylicious bevy of betas: Anyone with any more suggestions, comments, orders, annoyances or gaping plot holes, please send 'em along, minor as they are. I'm sort of done with what I have, although I'm still trying to incoporate bothsearose's and suelac's suggestions, so it's not like I'm twiddling my thumbs.
But I know y'all are busy, and don't want to bug anyone either. I'm, as usual, learning far more about my writing through the editing and the rewriting than I did during the writing. And it's good for me, if mildly humiliating. Because I know my flaws, and I know the things I overuse, but having them gently and democratically pointed out is another thing entirely, but something that prompts me to fix the flaws, which is all to the good.
And speaking of which, go now, run and readsuelac's Farscape does Casablanca piece and encourage her to write more. I'm already giddy with the possibilities of it:)
Finally, desperate for a beta for the femslash piece. It's short!! That's something, right:)
There's much talk of people moving on, moving up, moving out of this fandom, or others, and all I can say is - aside from the desperate don't leave me strains- that I'm thankful to have been fannish mostly on LJ, because then, no matter where y'all go, I can stay in touch because I'm just as interested in you and your new interests as I am in the fannish stuff. It's why I've never done the boards or really much of anything else - techno idiocy aside.
pdxscaper!! May the year bring everything you hope for!On Saturday, I went to ballet, rehearsed and cocktail waitressed at a Moroccan restaurant.
I can say, in my defense, that it seemed like a good idea at the time. I had visions of dollar bills exploding from my bra (not that such a thing ever happened during my waitressing days, and I'd have been appalled if it had). Clearly bellydancing has skewed my perspective on tips. And on being on my feet for six hours. I did not have a fabulous time. I did, at the end of the night, drink a sweet, very pink cocktail in honor of the day, which mostly I think is foolish. The restaurant gave red roses to the women, and the couples cuddled together on the low couches, and I was so not feeling the love.
But I got Cadbury chocolate, a cat toy and jam from my mother, and if that's not love, I don't know what is. She'd intended to make me heart shaped scones, but didn't get around to it. However, she'd already bought the jam:)
So yesterday, I stayed in my room and watched The West Wing all day. Yes, all day. This is practically unheard of (okay, so I also taught for two hours). Oh, I read some more Pratchett, edited the rest of what I have from the beta's, but mostly, watchedThe West Wing in my pajamas in my bed room while the cat slept in my clean laundry. The cat is black, the laundry was white. It was punishment for throwing out his suitcase. And my Toby love, if I was at all worried that it had vanished, is safe and sound and wrapped around his salad hating. And his torture of Will, because I enjoyed that far more, perhaps, than I should have.
Watched Alias on Sunday night, wondered why I don't feel more fannish about it. I was also hoping for a little Notorious riffing in the wine cellar, but no. It would have made me more Syd/ Vaughn sympathetic. As it is, I'm just not interested. They're not teasing me, not tantalizing me with them. Yes, Lauren/Sark is hot. Yes, SpyDaddy still rocks. But making Lauren a bad guy was a cop out and it grates on me, but seeing Weiss go undercover is always a treat.
So, watching Hot to Katratzi afterwards just made me giddy. The insanity, the "I'm an American speech", the elevator dancing, all of it, just so beautifully crazed, quick, clever, funny, painful. Sigh. I miss my show. I miss having something that I adore this much. Catching something new everytime, that sense from Aeryn and from John that, yup, we're gonna die, but our way, and with a chance, but really, there's nothing left to lose. Sigh again.
And now Angel, which at least has been familiar, a solid entertainmnet and a universe that I knew and understood and was somewhat invested in is going to be gone, and there's not a lot of reasons to turn on the TV these days.
In a mildly related, slightly hysterical note, in explaining to a student who Aimee Semple Mcpherson was, I compared her to Tammy Faye Baker. I got a blank look, had to explain who she was, then was informed that she is in some sort of frightening reality show. It made me feel old, and not a little stodgy:) Only teenagers are capable of eliciting that feeling in someone else, giving you that sad, sympathetic condescending, poor old lady look. Snort.
Also, to my betalicious bootylicious bevy of betas: Anyone with any more suggestions, comments, orders, annoyances or gaping plot holes, please send 'em along, minor as they are. I'm sort of done with what I have, although I'm still trying to incoporate both
searose's and suelac's suggestions, so it's not like I'm twiddling my thumbs. But I know y'all are busy, and don't want to bug anyone either. I'm, as usual, learning far more about my writing through the editing and the rewriting than I did during the writing. And it's good for me, if mildly humiliating. Because I know my flaws, and I know the things I overuse, but having them gently and democratically pointed out is another thing entirely, but something that prompts me to fix the flaws, which is all to the good.
And speaking of which, go now, run and read
suelac's Farscape does Casablanca piece and encourage her to write more. I'm already giddy with the possibilities of it:)Finally, desperate for a beta for the femslash piece. It's short!! That's something, right:)
There's much talk of people moving on, moving up, moving out of this fandom, or others, and all I can say is - aside from the desperate don't leave me strains- that I'm thankful to have been fannish mostly on LJ, because then, no matter where y'all go, I can stay in touch because I'm just as interested in you and your new interests as I am in the fannish stuff. It's why I've never done the boards or really much of anything else - techno idiocy aside.
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Date: 2004-02-17 08:29 pm (UTC)Hi!
That's it, just wanted to say HI!.
*skips out singing Hey Now, by Outkast*
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Date: 2004-02-17 08:50 pm (UTC)Thank you:)
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Date: 2004-02-17 09:50 pm (UTC)What fandom is it? I have only very limited experience with the genre, but I'd be willing to give it a go if it's a show I'm at all familiar with. :)
There's much talk of people moving on, moving up, moving out of this fandom, or others, and all I can say is - aside from the desperate don't leave me strains- that I'm thankful to have been fannish mostly on LJ, because then, no matter where y'all go, I can stay in touch because I'm just as interested in you and your new interests as I am in the fannish stuff. It's why I've never done the boards or really much of anything else - techno idiocy aside.
Of course we won't leave you! And I'm not *leaving* Farscape so much as...not letting it run my life anymore. I've given the reins to CSI for a little while, but Farscape is still very much along for the ride, very happily snugged into the backseat.
That was a very oddly mixed metaphor, wasn't it?
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Date: 2004-02-17 09:57 pm (UTC)Completely understand the "not letting it rule my life" thing:) And I'm still happy to be reading about all of the exciting stuff going on in people's lives, in whatever the fandom:)
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Date: 2004-02-17 10:06 pm (UTC)And I'm still happy to be reading about all of the exciting stuff going on in people's lives, in whatever the fandom:)
Yeah, that's definitely how I'm feeling too. A whole group of wonderful, fascinating people that are still going to continue being wonderful and fascinating even when we're not all obsessed with the same show anymore.
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Date: 2004-02-17 10:15 pm (UTC)Re:
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Date: 2004-02-18 05:01 am (UTC)My hear what you're saying about fandom...my Farscape love certainly isn't going anywhere right now. :)
But I am glad that I've become a part of this community on LJ. Like you say, so many interesting people with such diverse interests.
It's wonderful to know that when I open my friends page every day there will be something interesting...whether it makes me laugh, or maybe cry, it always gives me something to think about!