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1) I'm leaving my laptop in my campus office for a few days, because otherwise I will keep staying up until 2 a.m. working on The Fanvid That Ate My Brain. Yes, that's right: I got so into the damn thing that I had to stage an intervention. And I have a godawful headache, but I think it's cold weather, not withdrawel. Or at least that's what I tell myself.
2) Sad thing: I've forgotten how to go to sleep without the internet. I ended up reading gay trucker stories (not 100% sfw and hello fetishization of class difference!) which I won through a buggydoo giveaway and swore I was never never going to open. At least it satisfied my need for badfic. So many exclamation points! I kept pausing to yell ELEVENTYONE and giggle. And how many times can a writer possibly say "man-meat" in the course of a story? (Findings: so far, five times in one story, and at least once in all six stories I read. MAN MEAT. Does this actually work for the presumably male reader?).
In short, male-identified and female-identified people apparently do not write gay porn the same way. Internet, you told me, and lo I have confirmed your findings.
3) The transition between these two items feels wierd, but Slightly Younger Sister betawatched the first half of my fanvid for me. She reports that my clip choice is good but my sense of rhythm needs work, which is no news to anyone. Apparently the vid was good enough to make her want to watch Torchwood, though. Sometimes I wonder if I should feel guilty for so thoroughly geekifying my siblings: the Highlander and the Babylon 5 and the Due South is all my fault. But I blame them for Firefly. We were raised to be granolas! Where did all this science fiction come from?
But then science fiction makes us _really happy_ and I don't feel guilty at all. Lead on, internet, and we will follow.
That is all I have to say right now. Happy sixth of February!
2) Sad thing: I've forgotten how to go to sleep without the internet. I ended up reading gay trucker stories (not 100% sfw and hello fetishization of class difference!) which I won through a buggydoo giveaway and swore I was never never going to open. At least it satisfied my need for badfic. So many exclamation points! I kept pausing to yell ELEVENTYONE and giggle. And how many times can a writer possibly say "man-meat" in the course of a story? (Findings: so far, five times in one story, and at least once in all six stories I read. MAN MEAT. Does this actually work for the presumably male reader?).
In short, male-identified and female-identified people apparently do not write gay porn the same way. Internet, you told me, and lo I have confirmed your findings.
3) The transition between these two items feels wierd, but Slightly Younger Sister betawatched the first half of my fanvid for me. She reports that my clip choice is good but my sense of rhythm needs work, which is no news to anyone. Apparently the vid was good enough to make her want to watch Torchwood, though. Sometimes I wonder if I should feel guilty for so thoroughly geekifying my siblings: the Highlander and the Babylon 5 and the Due South is all my fault. But I blame them for Firefly. We were raised to be granolas! Where did all this science fiction come from?
But then science fiction makes us _really happy_ and I don't feel guilty at all. Lead on, internet, and we will follow.
That is all I have to say right now. Happy sixth of February!