Mini rants and meta(?)

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Harry Potter: I'm hardly in the HP fandom anymore - it's been weeks, maybe months since I read anything in it, and I just don't know. It's kind of sad, because HP was my first fandom (wow, way back in'99? Before even Hanson, or YA. That's so...something), but I can't get myself interested even more. I still am not excited about July 16th, though fandom dictates I should be. And I don't really even have pairings in the fandom anymore, it's just too weird. Maybe it's because JKR herself has brought "romance" into the HP novels (though it didn't annoy me that much in GoF) and it just doesn't sit with my version of the characters, or maybe it's because it's starting to become a little too Young Adult in it's themes, which was never what I wanted from Harry Potter, and it's just lost it's cozy feel. And I suppose, as I drift from the books, I drift from the fandom. It's just not...it doesn't get me excited anymore.

The West Wing: Whee! Oh, West Wing, will I ever fully recover from you? I'm not even sure this counts as a fandom, because if all fanfiction, all thoughts regarding it ceased to exsist tomorrow, The West Wing would still be my favourite show. I don't read as much as I used to - actually, I hardly read any these days. That's a crime, particularly when i know I have a three times recced Toby/CJ somewhere on this computer. The West Wing owns me. I will never ever recover from this one.

M*A*S*H: Well. I love M*A*S*H. I am apparently able to write M*A*S*H. This is all well and good, and I'm enjoying this fandom like no other. Who knows, I may even stay in it and become almost BNF-ish. Watch this space.

Lord of the Rings, FPS and RPS: Is there even anyone on my f-list who's still very into LoTR? We all promised that the fandom'd never die and we'd be faithful forever and so on. I may have imagined this; some of the old SE threads have been deleted, as have the old S&A's, so I can't prove it and you can't disprove it (neener, neener). I'm forever grateful to this fandom, for many, many things up to and including just about everyone I've met from my f-list, plus you know, Freya and all, but it's just...I still understand why I was so fangirly. I really do. But after the first movie, I never quite got to the level of fangeek again, you know? I never was all that interested in the books, in the canon as such and I think that's why it fizzled out (and faster than HP, where, honestly, I used to know that stuff better than I still know most things).

Musicals: Which wouldn't be here, except I always welcome a moment of fangirling my original love. The rules here still go: Set something to catchy music, have a good pairing and I'm yours for life. I still love (and sometimes participate in the fandom of) JCS, Les Mis, Joesph, everything Disney (save Hunchback, 'cause that was crap) and I always will. Yay musicals!

CSI: I'm never going to be able to write good CSI fic. That said, my longest fic outside of original stuff and my only sex scene ever were all from CSI. Go me and go fandom! These days, I mostly read CSI when it's recced or something appears on my my f-list. I do sometimes go searching after a particularly good (read: slashy) episode, but that's hardly ever, these season 5 days.




You know what I just realized today? I'm almost grown up.

Okay, so bear with me here.

I used to read a lot of Young Adult lit. And by a lot, I mean it dominated my reading. From the time I was seven until I turned thirteen, apart from a short moment of childrens classics and Jane Austen when I was twelve, I read almost exclusively Young Adults. These books always concerned people older than me; 11, 13, 16, 17, always, always, always older. And I've always considered them older: Stevie and Lisa of the Saddle Club? Older than me. Anne and George of the Famous Five? Yeah. Hell, Harry Potter? Yeah. Always older than me, always have been.

And I just realized today, no, I'm older than them. I've grown up. Hell, I'm almost legal. Holy fuck. As if I weren't worried enough already about turning 18, now it turns out - I'm not even a part of the Young Adult reading. That's fucking freaky. I swear, I wasn't made to turn 18. I never expected to get to here. I mean, I used to think I'd be perpetually stuck at thirteen (I still insist I was thirteen for twice as long as everyone else. That's the only explantion) and now I'm almost eighteen. I ask, how did THAT happen?


My brother just made me the best smoothie I ever had. How sweet is that?