snow on the sahara

The other day I realized that I am really, truly over my first fandom love, the X-Files. On an excited rec from someone, I read Karen Rasch's latest (and last) XF fic. Now, Karen Rasch is a fine writer, but I read it, shrugged and went "Eh. Angsty partner amnesia, naughty bad Krycek, harrowing childbirth, lie-affirming joyful schmoopy ending. Been done, seen it, bored now." It just seemed so...derivative. Not necessarily because of the writing, just because it seems to have been done to death (in my mind at least). It also reminded me of how freaking depressing the show became, and I re-realized that I no longer give a crap whether M&S end up happy together or not. Yes, I know it's a moot point since the series has concluded, but logic has no place here.

I certainly don't regret being a `phile. The fandom introduced me to the net and fic and so many really cool people (OBSSE, #xf-r, and the HoE folks are just a start) that I could never look back and go "Damn, I sure wasted my time with that!" Besides, while I was an active fan I had a lot of fun. I've just moved on. Though I do think Chris Carter is an obtuse ass, I don't really get mad at him for pissing on the show the way he did. Maybe I would have moved on, anyways. Who knows?

This also reminds me why I like being an otaku. Most anime series aren't sprawling, ongoing sagas anyways, so it's difficult to be an uberfan of just one series, and even if you are there's always something else interesting and fun. People have many different preferences and styles they like, but even a Card Captor Sakura fan and a Weiß Kreuz fan have a sort of commonality that a Star Trek fan and a Farscape fan don't necessarily share. I'm not saying anime fans are the superior geeks or anything, but I do enjoy the people more as a fandom.

Speaking of fandoms....to quote the ever-delightful angiihimemiya, "I am a convention whore!" I've been to two of these things, one big, one little, and I absolutely cannot wait until the next one. It galls me to know that a whole semester lies between me and Ohayocon. Oh, well, maybe they'll manage to book Dorothy Melendrez by then. That would be highly ferior. Casey and I could flaunt our nonexistent shrine and get her to recite lines from the slutfic into my mini-recorder. And Ohayocon would have pocky, too, for it's not an elitist snob con like Ohayocon. *rolls eyes* Damn rules. They had CD piracy going on despite the guidelines, why couldn't there be pocky piracy, too?

By the by, work today was not as boring as I had expected. Check that; it was just as boring, but I found that if I run out of things to do and use a memo pad, I can work on the slutfic with minor qualms. Huzzah.

...for the first time since the premiere.

Caught the last 15 minutes. Baby William very cute.

Hate for Carter reassured.

While I didn't go to lovefest like some talk-happy biznatches ;), I did have a pretty good weekend. But before I comment, I must extol the virtues of my two favorite things at the moment--the "faded" video that Char sent me, which is basically Seiya issuing a great big booty call to Usagi. It's darling and hella funny and makes me want to see some well-written Usagi/Seiya. (I'm only too well aware that this probably does not exist.) And the other is the accoustic version of "Don't Dream It's Over" that Leanne sent me. Le, you bitch, I'm the one who's supposed to get others addicted to everything! I really like this song.

Anyways. The weekend.

Friday
After a fun-filled afternoon at work (um, or not) I set out for Corrine's. Dad's map was much more accurate than yahoomap's *spits* and I had no trouble getting there. This is good. I generally have a good sense of direction during the day, but going somewhere far away the first time on my own always makes me a bit nervous.

Anyways, made it to Corrine's house, home fo the world's fattest cat. Seriously, this cat looking like it swallowed a basketball when it was standing up. It was literally round. Makes Frisky look sleek, and that takes some doing. So Corrine was supposed to take her friend Roz to some bar to watch her crush play in a band, and I came along for kicks. Almost forgot to call the `rents to let them know I arrived safely, but thankfully a payphone was near. Those bitches charged me extra minutes on the card, though. Corrine and I first got to see H20 play, a punk band I've seen signs for up at school. They were pretty good, even though it all sounded a lot alike to me. Their final song was a bitching cover of Madonna's "Like a Prayer"--I guarantee it you've never seen it played like that!

We headed over to Frankie's to rendezvous with Roz and watch their friend's band. I thought the music was much better than at Main Event, but then I'm not a huge punk fan. The funniest part of the evening was when this skanky 30something-looking guy tried to hit on me as we sat at the bar. I say "tried" because I could barely hear him and he had to repeat his every line. It took a minute before it even dawned on me--"OH! He's hitting on me!" I tried to point out that I was just there with friends, but I'm too damn polite and finally he was all "I should probably go away, huh" and I kinda went "uh, I guess." Heh.

Saturday

Got up waaaaaay to early to head to the Akron Scullython. Sucked down some tasteless Hardee's on the turnpike, and made it to the hospital half an hour late and an hour before the thon actually started showing episodes. The whole thing lasted around 17 hours--we finally left at almost three in the morning. Betsy Dodd's special thon video was kickass in the extreme, and I did well in the raffles. I came home 2 Scullys (one with alien pod, one with corpse), one Paper Hearts/some other episode video, a keychain, a framed pic of M&S, and a deck of cards richer than when I left. There were a couple of off-kilter people, but mostly everyone was very fun and enthusiastic. We had a cake with a little baby sleeping on it and "Happy Birthday William Sculder" written on it in blue icing Very cute! The marathon made me realize what a great character Scully is. It also made me want to see more of her, but Chris Carter has fscked that up royally--damn him! I'll have to settle with re-watching old episodes, which should be fun since I'm not generally a big XF re-viewer, even though I have all those tapes.

Crashed on the comfy carpet of Renee's house, slept like a rock, got up in four hours. Ugh.

Sunday
I spent most of the drive home sleeping, and I suspect Corrine drove like a madwoman because she shaved half an hour off the trip. The drive home was mostly uneventful. I got off an exit too early and then got off an exit too late but finally made it to I-75. Twice on the way home, the car stalled at stoplights, so we're taking it in to get checked out tomorrow. It better be fixed soon, because the van is too big for me to drive and we're waiting for the Sundance to die, so there isn't another car I can take to Columbus. And I need my Mediaplay. *sniff* Work was mercifully short.

Memorial Day

Got up relatively early for me--9:30--and headed over to the tennis courts, where I was told Chris and I would play around 11. It was a couple hours off. We dominated for the first part of our first match, then just lost all our air. It sucked, especially since I *know* we could have taken that pair down if I hadn't been so out of practice. Ah well. During our second match, Chris hit a great volley that almost hit the other girl, but she managed to deflect it. Her dad snarked that if Chris is going to hit at his daughter that hard, he should at least apologize. Like, whatever, dude. First off, Chris shouldn't have to hold back because he's playing a girl--that destroys the purpose of the game! All players should just play like normal. Besides, he wasn't specifically aiming to hit her. I've always said that if someone gets smacked with a ball (something I have experience with), the smacker should be sorry that the eprson is in pain but not that they took the shot--that's just how you play the game. If you can't take it, hit against a wall or something.

I did get a plaque for the women's singles champion, because no one else signed up for it. It already had the date on it, so they couldn't save it for the next tournament. Easiest award I ever won! I'm not sure what to do with it--I could hang it up as a monument to a goofy thing, but not everyone would know that, and I don't want to pat myself on the back for something I didn't do.

Chris and I saw Shrek this evening. He was being a real moron when we planned it--I asked him what time he wanted to go, what time he felt like going, and if he even wanted to go and he just kept saying "I don't know." Dude, you either want to see a movie or you don't--it's not a mystifying, earthshaking decision. I love the boy dearly but he can be very immature at times. We still had fun, though. The movie is fabulous and I got a free drink with my moviewatchers card.


That's it for now. Just realized I've been clenching my jaw, which is really making my cheekbones hurt. Stop it, self! Note to self: work on fic tomorrow and post to the sailormooncom tomorrow. I really want this to be a fun community. I'm with Minki on the anime community--some real morons have been posting bitchy and/or insipid things lately, and nothing interesting ever gets said. But dammit, I still love my magical girls in ridiculously short skirts! Sigh. I wonder how this show got such a hold on me. It's not an unhealthy obsession--I still have plenty of other parts of my life that I enjoy. And yet no other fandom has prompted me to produce an episodic dramatic fic that is reaaaallly long. And angstyevil! Hee. Speaking of fic, a plotbunny hopped into my lap the other day carrying the idea of some kind of Makoto/Mamoru interaction on father's/mother's day, if Japan has a similar holiday. Their backgrounds are similar enough that there could be some fun interaction there. Something to file away from later.

Once and Future Roomie, Krevlornswath, and I are going to visit Valium next week! I'm so excited. I can't wait. Valium is my best friend at school, and OAFR and Krev are some of my favorite people. We might get to go to Six Flags, which could be verycool, even though I'm bitter at them for taking Sea World away from us.

Vootie!

Took a test called "Who Wants to be a Muldernaire?" on spirituality in the X-Files (hey, I was bored) *rolls eyes* and got a 35 out of 50:

Who Wants To Be A Muldernaire?

X-File Faithful?: You scored 35, on a scale of 0 to 50. Here's how
to interpret your score:

0 - 15
X-phobic:
Maybe you've watched an episode or two, but
the alien abductions distracted you from the
spiritual spin.

16 - 33
By the Skinner Your Teeth:
Sure, you remember the angel episode, but
you're more into the mythology episodes.
Time to use that lifeline.

34 - 50

You're a Muldernaire!:
Regis Philbin should be handing you a check
for your religious episode recall.

Whatever. Dammit, Scully's the spiritual one anyways. She sees *angels*.

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