Still more

There are Harry Potter green sweater icons now, for those who might be interested.

Thar she's about to blow

Oooo wake me when this blows over, would you?

See, this is why claims of slash being the hip, trendy new thing in fandom make me roll my eyes so far back into my head that I could qualify for a Hollywood horror movie franchise. We're not. We're the freaks of fandom, forced to point to underage and MPREG if we want any hopes of being able to say "Oh we're not the whackjobs around here, they are." and even then it's not really an argument most people would believe.

I mean just look at the discussion in that thread. Somebody asks what slash is and gets a response of "You don't want to know." Yes, you don't want to know that there are fans out there who like to imagine your favorite characters as big ol' queers because then the earth would spin off its axis and you would DIE.

Now granted, the person doing the "you don't want to know" response is basically a dipwad, but the point is still the same. Once you move your frame of reference even a half step away from slashdom you're reminded that no, to the rest of the world we're all freakshows and slash fans most of all.

I don't even want to get into the fallout of Neil's opinion on RPS, should he ever give it.

As I say, wake me when it's over.

And in other news Meatloaf has a new song now? Why God, WHY????

Randomness

Today was the perfect fall day to wake up to. I realize not exactly perfect since it's not, you know, fall per se, but still look at the evidence:

1. It's September
2. It's cool outside
3. It's raining and
4. I woke up more or less in the dark

I'm now all tempted to make hot cereal breakfasts and pot roast. Actually I'd be making pot roast tomorrow if not for the fact that I'll be having lunch with my boss (instead of at home, when I could turn the crock pot on at the right time). Lunch is in honor of the one year anniversary of me working for him so go me. At this time last year I was stressing about starting a new job at the same time I was dealing with sewage backing up into my bathtub. Good times.

Saw lots of kids today dressed in their cute little rain slickers waiting for the school buses. To them I say: HA HA! Ah, the joy of not going to school. I shall never stop feeling it.

I noticed that nobody was able to comment on the new Meatloaf song. Do you think if we ignore it it will all go away? Perhaps I need to pray to not_god a little harder.

Angel s2 is now in my hot little hands. God, who does Alexis have to blow to get Wesley some cover credit? I realize this was packaged years ago but even still - he's been around for years at that point. Throw the boy a bone.

I predict tonight will be pasta and yummy s2 goodness. Gee, wonder what ep I'll be watching first?

I leave you with this final thought, posted in another thread:

Well it's the heirarchy of fandom - or humanity when you get right down to it. Everybody likes having someone to point to who is lesser than themselves. So most people point at fanficcers, fanficcers point at slash, slash points at RPS, RPS points at mpreg, mpreg points at chan and so on and so forth until you find somebody who wrote a Justin Timberlake/Spike crossover where Justin's pregnant, Spike's 8 and they both turn into catpeople. This latter person then has to shrug and go "Hey, at least I'm not wasting my time watching football."

My good deed for the... eh let's just say I'm tapped out

eliade? You said you wanted a cat?

Okay then. =)

Stupidest Story Ever, Part 3

Because eliade apparently wants me to marry her.

Part One

Part Two

"But I - " Justin started to say, but it was too late. He was up on stage with a somewhat surly crowd of... mixed heritage looking back at him.

Still, he'd done worse at the SuperBowl.

"How's everybody doing tonight?" he asked, trying his best TRL smile. "I don't suppose y'all know a little song called 'Senorita' now do - " he noticed one of the demons - the DJ, as far as he could figure - frantically shaking his - her - its head. "Oh. You don't. What, no songs with that name? At all? Okay, what do you have?"

One look at the songlist later, Justin made it off the stage after doing what he felt was a pretty damn good rendition of 'How Deep Is Your Love' even if he didn't have any good backup.

"Hey," he said, grabbing on to the first demon he could get a hold of. "What happened to that guy I was talking to? Billy Idol-looking, suddenly turned eight, drinking a vodka?"

"That way," the demon said.

"Thanks," Justin replied. He pushed his way through the crowd until he found himself standing in an alleyway. It was... fairly clean, as alleyways went. But then again not like he kept a travelogue of them in the back of his memory. That had always been Joey's gig. "Uh - guy?"

"Spike," came the now higher-pitched voice. The 8 year old vampire appeared from behind a trash can that was taller than him. He lit up a cigarette, then pointed it at Justin accusingly. "It's all his bloody fault, you know."

"What?" Justin asked, wondering if they were ever going to get to the part of the evening that made sense.

"Everything," Spike said, flicking his ashes down in condemnation. "But tonight especially. Can't be there to monitor the drinks, Spike, I've got people to save. Can't have any good music in the bar, Spike, I want my music playing. It's his bloody fault I even know who you are, mate. Not like I gave a flying crap about pop music, clean or otherwise."

"This a... friend of yours?" Justin asked.

Spike scoffed. "Hardly. Big poofter. Huge fan of yours though. If I had to hear him rabbit on about how your solo career was the downfall of the industry one more time I'd - hang on, wait, I did hit him with a cocker spaniel."

"You know my solo album sold - " Justin started, then stopped himself. "No, not the time to get into this. Look, I'm sorry you're not a big fan or anything but would it be possible for you to - "

"What?" Spike asked, when Justin trailed off.

Justin clutched at his stomach, feeling a wave of nausea over come him. "I dunno, dude, but you may want to duck."

*************

Thus endeth part 3.

Now somebody has to do part 4. The requirements are that at some point in the story we need to get 1. Justin pregnant 2. Spike to the age of 8 and 3. both of them both turn into cat-people. You may also want to learn from my mistake and call part 4 before you start typing it, otherwise somebody who's faster than you might beat you to it *cough*

And if Torch doesn't get in on this at some point I may cry ;)

Oh - and if whoever does part 4 could put a link to it in the comments that would be spiffy.

Have fun!

ETA: Those who want to call a part should go here. Handy dandy one-stop shopping.