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Quite possibly one of the oddest and most lovely moments of my life happened just now. I was sacked out on the couch, reading Wharton when Alan bursts into "O Tannenbaum" in German.
Dec. 29th, 2003
crazy internet people
Dec. 29th, 2003 01:33 amMy participation in various fandoms has never been very big, with the possible exception of playing Lucius in LN. I've only ever posted one piece of fanfic, an awful little thing probably still up on the net. I really never knew how much fandom existed til I was in my twenties, and mostly I keep my ramblings about characters and stories to myself.
I enjoy a sense of community where and when I find it. But I think I've never been very active because I instinctively shy away from the scary, scary people who seem to gravitate to these places. Granted, there are many perfectly nice and friendly folk I've met in fandoms. But, oh how the other half frightens me.
You can read the fantastic story of LOTR fandom gone bad that is Victoria Bitter. Holy Cow. It's got to be the most amazing, hysterical, disturbing and downright wrong thing I've seen in years. This is exactly why fandoms get a bad rap, crazy people doing batshit awful things like this. This girl needs a nice padded cell and about a decade of therapy. God help her.
It's a trainwreck, and I can't help staring.
I enjoy a sense of community where and when I find it. But I think I've never been very active because I instinctively shy away from the scary, scary people who seem to gravitate to these places. Granted, there are many perfectly nice and friendly folk I've met in fandoms. But, oh how the other half frightens me.
You can read the fantastic story of LOTR fandom gone bad that is Victoria Bitter. Holy Cow. It's got to be the most amazing, hysterical, disturbing and downright wrong thing I've seen in years. This is exactly why fandoms get a bad rap, crazy people doing batshit awful things like this. This girl needs a nice padded cell and about a decade of therapy. God help her.
It's a trainwreck, and I can't help staring.
hydrophobia
Dec. 29th, 2003 02:45 pmThe bathroom ceiling is leaking again. I could hear it dripping on the plastic sheeting still tacked up because maintenance has not been back to fix the sheetrock. Which I suppose is good, as the damned pipes are leaking agin.
Alan scared me to death last night by falling asleep in the shower, I broke a glass, I slept on the couch and my back hurts, and I AM NOT HAPPY PERSON RIGHT NOW. The fucking ceiling is leaking. Oh gods above, I am so angry.
About the only thing that has gone right so far is my half hearted attempt to pick up the living room. I threw out a lot of trash, and the cheap plastic clock. I hated that clock because it ticked so loudly I couldn't sleep in the same room with it. I buried it inside a box, under bubble wrap in a another box and threw a jacket on top, and I could still hear it!
Not in a good mood, not at all. Alan is blissfully ignorant of the fact.
Alan scared me to death last night by falling asleep in the shower, I broke a glass, I slept on the couch and my back hurts, and I AM NOT HAPPY PERSON RIGHT NOW. The fucking ceiling is leaking. Oh gods above, I am so angry.
About the only thing that has gone right so far is my half hearted attempt to pick up the living room. I threw out a lot of trash, and the cheap plastic clock. I hated that clock because it ticked so loudly I couldn't sleep in the same room with it. I buried it inside a box, under bubble wrap in a another box and threw a jacket on top, and I could still hear it!
Not in a good mood, not at all. Alan is blissfully ignorant of the fact.