( Wherein I babble about my love life )

In other news, I'm currently experiencing unending love for cesperanza's MVP. The girl who recced it to me said it wasn't one of Ces' best, which I think means that her best would *kill* me. Seriously, this story is brilliant; Rodney sees something he shouldn't in Sheppard's personnel file and can't stop thinking about it - and it's *not* that Sheppard is gay. It manages to balance the angst with humour beautifully, and if you don't giggle at the ending, well...


Finally, my ears have started ringing again. It's really getting to me, too - I keep thinking it's a sign I'm going deaf or that it's tinnitus, even though the doctor said there was no sign of any damage in my ears. Hm. I think I may have to visit her again, because this cannot be normal, even if I do have a cold.

Also, considering how little time I spend in loud clubs, I really don't feel that this is completely fair.

cereta's asking why people love fandom. This naturally results in a post with a comment thread of joy and glee and all things good - and you should run over and add your own joy and glee to the bunch.

As for me, I love fandom, because it is a break away from my own mind; it's my safe-space, the place I go to be happy and silly and think differently and communicate and be able to be myself without repercussions or awkwardness. I love fandom.

Today was made from win. Not only did I manage to beat out seven hundred words of semi-decent history essay in an hour, Cathrine and I went into town to get coffee and ended up spending two hours in Starbucks discussing how to celebrate Christmas. That more than makes up for my lack of advent candles. Or kalender-lys. Or advent pressies (though I am quite happy pretending that the discussion I had with my tutor about feminist theory and the essay I got back Friday are my advent present for this week.)

And then I got home and discovered the Coca-Cola Christmas Advert on YouTube. Glee!

Today has been quite of the good. And I need more Christmas icons.

If someone sat down one day and decided to write and direct a movie solely for my benefit, they'd still have a hard time coming up with a way to hit more of my kinks than V for Vendetta. Just. Yum. With the wordplay, and the theme of the V's, and the man vs. the idea discussions, and V's realization that he's not part of the new world, and the dystopia and the lesbianism and Natalie Portman being gorgeous and just. If this film was sex, I wouldn't be able to *walk* tomorrow.

And I know it's not as smart as it wants to believe it is. And yes, I realize that it probably ruins the genius of the graphic novel. But still. All my kinks people! All of them!

I think part of my completely irrational love of Dr. Longball is due to the fact that it's Welsh, and I may love Welsh just a little bit, because he's completely made of awesome. Seriously, Welsh makes me happy, in all his grumpy, snarky, sarcastic, worn-out, irritated glory. As does Dr. Longball EVEN THOUGH IT'S UTTERLY POINTLESS. I mean. Ray in a poncho and in a baseball uniform. BASEBALL. The damn doppelgangers, which just leaves a WIDE OPEN SPACE for crossover potential with Wilby Wonderful. Then there's Thatcher's double hitting on the nearly naked Ray (a bonus in and of itself), and Thatcher's double is just hottest thing ever. Did I mention the baseball uniform? And the fact that Turnbull's doppelganger is totally cruising Ray? And that Ray and Fraser have a conversation about baseball? And that it fills me with GLEE?

The whole stupid episode makes me happy. I mean. It's not a big emotional episode. Or a big slashy one. Or a super-interesting one. But the GLEE.

Also the team in question is called the Hawkeyes, and it's totally a shout-out.

( My Top Five Due South Episodes )

FANDOM OF JOY, people! Of GLEE! In conclusion: Yay! Also, perhaps, that I should not be allowed to post after 11 pm.

Guess what?

Lancaster has accepted my request to change degrees! And their offer is truly awesome - 9.5 average! 10 overall in English! No minimum grade! YES!

Seriously. This is absolutely awesome. I was having a crappy day, because my exam didn't go too well and my back is killing me, but this just picked me right up. Yes!

Also? Equilibrium from Sofie. ♥ Christian Bale!

And of course, today's Google logo didn't hurt either.

But yay! I'm going to Lancaster!

Clams! - Or an quick analysis of several relationships in slash fandoms. Hee!

So there's this thing. That I have noticed that I really really like. And I gave it kind of a name. First, we have the character-type of "the clam." Character with a lot of passion and sensitivity who keeps (or at least primarily *tries* to keep) it all bottled up and suppressed, for the greater good, for self-protection, for whatever.

Clams!

You know, the annoying thing about foreign films is, they're really hard to watch half-heartedly, since you can't follow them with your head turned. Also, you have no idea whether or not the translations are good - I can vaguely guess or at least estimate with Spanish, German and French, purely from word recognition, but Hebrew? I can recognize names and the words they're speaking in English - everything else is, uh, Hebrew.

Pretty language, though. Wish I had the time, energy and talent to learn it.

So, this is all brought on by the fact that, while I was in England, I bought Yossi & Jagger. I've been wanting to see it since the Copenhagen Gay&Lesbian Filmfestival in, like, 2003, or so, but I was out of country while the fest was on, and since then, it's only been out on region 1. But no longer! While in England I spotted it in a rack at HMV and it's now mine.

And it's so damn pretty. I mean, really, really fucking pretty. The story's not original and the first part of the ending is typical (more about that later), but damn. The persons are just so damn *likable* and *hurting* and just so incredibly pretty. Particularly Jagger - prettiest damn blue eyes just about ever. How does a jewish boy have such blue eyes? And his smile! And just - the acting was good, and Jagger and Yaeli were incredibly pretty, Yossi had such a cute smile and nice yes. I may have mentioned that the entire movie was pretty? And it was damn short (65 minutes, wtf?)and yet it didn't feel smushed at all.

And that make out scene? I mean. Really. I think it may have ousted the scene from Y Tu Mama Tambien as hottest makeout ever. And it wasn't just sexy, it was also incredibly sweet and happy and just so, so lovely. I have no words. I did however spend about an hour re-watching it, 'cause it's just that damn *sweet*.

( However, there is the problem of the damn ending [spoiler] )

However! Still so fucking pretty, and so worth the veiwing.

( Look at the pretty! )

So worth the viewing fee.

And now I need to go finish The Night Watch. Also awesome ♥.

This is one of the most awesome metaquotes ever. I wanna run away, dress up as a boy and join the French Foreign Legion. Anyone want to join me?

In case you were wondering about Bono: my father came out of the lecture, decided to donate money to Make Poverty History and then spent the reception we were at afterwards trying to convince his colleagues to do the same. *That* impressed me. (As did Bono himself; he's funny, charming and knows a lot about what he's talking about and is not afraid to admit to what he doesn't know. ♥)

Meanwhile, I'm trying to relax with some Star Trek which, as always is love. It never ceases to amaze me that something *that* cheesy can make me so gleeful, but it does. I think it's partly my adoration of Spock, partly my love of scifi in general and just the overwhelming love that is tos. Not to mention the gay. The gay is good. Albeit more in the GLEE way, than the must-see-naked-now-omg way. They're so damn cute.

Particularly The Squire of Gothos. How can you not love that episode? It's so over the top and ridiculous. Ah! Cheers me right up. Which I need. *grins*

Sometimes I really love The Simpsons.

Context is this: Marge is fantasizing about Burly, a model on the wrapping for paper towels, and as retributuion, Homer's looking around for his own spokes model.

Burly: Fantasize, Marge. Fantasize about Burly. [does a few
pelvic thrusts]
Homer: Hey, you're looking at that spokesjack. Well, I can
fantasize, too. [looks at some of the other groceries]
Ooh, Mama Celeste. [lustful growl]
Mama: [brandishing a pizza cutter] You touch-a me, and I cut
you.
Homer: [casts his gaze on a bottle of Newman's Own dressing]
Hmm ...
[Paul] Newman: Homer, I'll tell you what I told Redford: It ain't gonna
happen.


♥