More reasons to love Matthew Bomer:
1) He's from Texas (Houston; his dad was a Dallas Cowboy)
2) Went to high school with Lee Pace
3) Is openly gay
4) Was at one point the favorite to play Clark Kent in Superman Returns - man, that movie might have actually been good with him in it
5) Is friends with Zachary Quinto

All that (except for 3) just from browsing his Wikipedia page. Imagine what depths of awesomeness yet remain.

You know what would be truly awesome? If Neal turned out to be bi (Kate obsession notwithstanding). Not only would fandom explode - which is always funny - but it would *really* suit his character.

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In other news, fall weather makes me weirdly nostalgic, so I went through my journal and tagged my entries. Also, locked some stuff that had more personal information than was wise.

( Some greatest hits of the past )

Happy LJ-versary to meeeeeeee!!!

I totally meant to post earlier, but apparently six years on LJ has still not taught me to avoid TV Tropes and their seductively-titled pages about Bald of Awesome or MacGuffin Delivery Service. (Though I did clarify my love of Guile Heroes versus their villain counterparts, the Magnificent Bastards, and learned a new word for the whole team/crew/unit-that-acts-like-family trope that I love.) And four years of college still has not taught me that napping is a bad idea when I have plans, because I never wake up promptly.

But I have learned a lot of other useful things from my time in fandom, and I never regret falling in with you hooligans. My journal is a quiet one (I comment five times as much as I receive comments, and my profile tells me I average a post every fortnight or so) and my flist is small, but I love every one of y'all - even when you shame me into changing my spelling of y'all. (I finally admitted defeat, btw, in exchange for making Lindsey publicly correct Jon Walker's spelling)

Some special love has to go to bexless, who gave me an LJ code to get a journal back in the day, and thedorkygirl, who lured me over in the first place and gave me my default icon, which I have used for six years straight and still adore, and inmyriadbits, my eternal partner in crime and clone. But you all bring interesting things and words into my life, and I am a different, richer person for being in fandom.

So, as I am feeling hobbit-y and fond, I am offering presents! I have little money, but you can ask for ficlets, or recs, or you could force me to display my terrible art skills in public. If you've been searching for a song and suspect I might have it, want to see pictures of something, or need recipes for delicious soup, or play with my Tarot cards for you, just ask. If you want to trust me with your address (muahahaha), I can make you cookies or chocolate things, or send you a postcard. Because you are all worth it.

(Seriously, Twitter is turning into one of those monsters that eats everyone in fandom! Next, the world.)

BUT. My actual point was that I think Brendon Urie finally got a Twitter, and I am amused. And, between all the blogging and the Twitter explosion and watching movies involving voyeurism for class, I feel increasingly stalkerish.

Someday, I will give in and get an account just so I can tell Mikey Way that he should see Best Worst Movie when it gets distribution.

I'm breaking more than a year's worth of radio silence because I am PISSED OFF.

Casting for the movie version of Avatar: The Last Airbender was announced recently. Wanna guess how many of the lead roles went to non-white actors? Oh, yeah, NONE.

Leaving aside my liberal distaste at the sidelining of ethnic actors in the Hollywood system (INCOHERENT RAGE) and my doubts about the acting abilities of Jesse McCartney (yeesh), this is just a HORRIBLY STUPID choice as a filmmaker. It is a betrayal of the show's rich world-building, which is heavily inspired by Asian and Inuit cultures, both visually and philosophically. It makes a betrayal of the show's themes of diversity. It makes a mockery of a story where a group of kids from vastly different cultures and backgrounds become close friends and change the world -- not just because they are talented, but because they learn from each other, change each other, and work together to achieve their goals.

It PISSES ME OFF.

I fucking loved this show, and I am writing an angry letter. A polite one, but angry nonetheless. Anyone want to join me?

ETA: additional places to write to here.

HAHAHAHAHA!!!

I'm up early, reading through the SPN newsletter, and my radio alarm just went off. Guess what was playing? Hot Blooded, by Foreigner. It's a song that gets double nerd points for being on both Supernatural AND Bones.

*chortles*

This may make me a bad person, but I've been watching Eddie Izzard videos on YouTube for a *cough* extended period of time, and then I ended up at thefourthvine's LiveJournal, and her posts make so much more sense when read in Eddie Izzard's voice. I love the rambling and the hysterical tangents and her taste, but it's ten times better this way. *Awesome*.

The other aftereffect of so much Eddie Izzard is an inexplicable urge to go shopping. I am Not A Shopper. This is an UNUSUAL URGE. I blame Canada Britain.

I picked up an interesting survey at promote_spn (which all Supernatural fans reading this should join, if you haven't already): you get to list the shows you watch and offer opinions on whether they have improved or declined since you started watching. For me, it was by turns a bitchfest and fannish glee, so I think ya'll will enjoy it ;)

It was a little disconcerting to find that I watch no actual TV anymore, just videos of my shows and my DVDs. Hmph.

Just a quick post before I collapse to sleep (again). I've been running around with Mom all day: we committed some aggregious acts of shopping with hefty hauls of cough medicine and dorm supplies, followed by Studio 60. I must say, I never expected to bond with Harriet at all, much less over random trivia geekery. Good job, Sorkin. More, please, with a side order of better ratings!

I had an amazing time at WinchesterCon, which I will post at length about very soon, and met many old fandom friends and made even more new new ones. My only regret is that I couldn't force my body to go to most of the evening parties. Stupid germs. Or virus, or whatever. Our hotel room was sooooo sick this weekend, yuck. We actually had to call down for more Kleenex at one point - an accomplishment that I am obscurely proud of performing.

Okay, time to sleep.

My journal -- it's alive!!!

Hi, ya'll. Wow, it's been almost a year since my last post. I should do something about that.

Today, I wanted to link to a series of posts by ozarque (link copied from cofax). I put them (in order) in my memories under Life as an Extraterrestrial, and the stories deal with her marriage to a French man from an upper-class family in the 1950s. Fascinating stuff, with the wry, amusing self-knowledge that only old and wise people can pull off.

Karen, you should check out the rest of her journal as well. She's a 70-year-old scifi novelist from Missouri with a linguistics PhD and a long career as a university professor, so your kind of person. Sounds like she's had an interesting life.

Also, Lindsey and I started gemini_recs, a recs journal which I have not posted to yet. But fear not! I have many things and not enough time to write, though I suspect my procrastination will one day wander in that direction.

I want TexMex, and I'm in Connecticut. Expect much whining to ensue.

*snickers* This is a news item about a TV show in development. Sound familiar to you fanfic readers out there?

( Mr. & Mrs. Doe )

Man, how did I end up with 360 fanfics saved on my harddrive? Plus, 62 of those are crossovers. That's one sixth of my entire collection.

Perhaps this just seems momentous because it's 12:40.

Wait, isn't today Daylight Savings? So it's actually 11:40! Hah! I don't need to go to bed after all.

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Why the hell is it October, and the temperature is 90 degrees? There are gonna be a lot of crispy costumed children on Halloween night. copperbadge had ice on his mailbox this morning (wherever he goes to school), and it doesn't even smell like autumn yet here. Hmph. *kicks Texas weather*

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I can't decide which version of Smallville hurts worst: the happy AUs, because you can see what might have happened with better choices; canon, because it's the most real and torturous; or the tragic AUs, where things are worse than canon, but there's a sort of carthasis from knowing that it didn't happen. Does that make any sense?

This ends your Complete Useless Missive from the sick girl avoiding homework over here. *waves*

I have no betas yet, but I wish to thank all of you who are betas. Without you, we would be plagued by grammatical errors, unfinished stories, unenthusiastic writers, writers with inflated egos *g*, and a general fanfic malaise. So thank you, unknown betas, for being the fabulous silent supporters of writing that you are.

It's started to smell like fall at last.

For some reason, I always connect fall with a sense of potential. It's probably an effect of the school year, but fall begins and spring ends, despite nature's contradiction. It might be an effect of TV pilots, because I get the same tingle with new shows (or the echo of it while rewatching old ones).

So, I'm rather sad that none of the new shows this have the tingle-potential. Usually I can feel the good ones coming when I read about them, like static in my stomach. I'll have to resort to Smallville S1 reruns and my Firefly DVDs just to remember. There are some genre midseason shows that have promise, but they're very far off, and I'm wondering if I've become jaded.



This ramble was brought to you by Livia's Twenty-One, and by the National Merit Scholarship Corporation, which needs an essay tomorrow that I Can't. Bloody. Write.

So where did the "His hed iz pastede on yey" thing come from? It's just too damn weird to have obscure origins....

I got to meet Elizabeth Moon today! My friend's aunt goes to the church where she sings in the choir, so they set up a meeting with about 10 people who were fans. Oh, it was so very cool, and interesting, and informative.

( Very long recap of what was said... )