Miscellanea Exotica

And now I've watched 5x09 and I feel even worse about dipping my toe into RPF. Oh my god, the timing. The universe (and Kripke & Co) is telling me that I'm a bad, bad person for even considering it.

And yet, sweet god in heaven, I think I'm going to ignore the universe's warning. This is going to end badly. I can tell.

Back from the accounting test tonight. Damn income taxes, pension plans, and stock option compensation to hell. But mostly income taxes. I feel like my head exploded and my brain is currently splattered all over the classroom floor. The person typing this is actually the mindless zombie that once was me. Why did I want to be an accountant again?

Urgh. Anyway.

So, I'm having a bit of a crisis of conscience.

I don't read RPF. I do not read RPF. Ever. Just the thought of it creeps me the hell out. I don't judge the people who enjoy it, but RPF in any form is just my one, absolute, no-exceptions, bulletproof squick. I can't even make myself read the summaries, I'm that uncomfortable with the whole thing.

And yet. I find myself tempted. I can't help but wonder if it might not be alright to read massive AU RPF, where there's basically no real relationship between the real people and the characters in the story. You know, where the characters might as well be completely fictional, and only the names and maybe the personalities are based on the people, and the story makes nothing even remotely resembling an attempt at portraying reality.

I just. I know that there's a ton of quality RPF out there. A lot of authors that I really enjoy reading in SPN have, over the last year or two, largely jumped ship over to RPF. There were, I think, more J2 Big Bang stories this year than there were Wincest, other slash, gen, and het SPN fics combined. Several were by authors who, I swear, I cursed aloud when I found out they were doing RPF rather than SPN. I'm sure many of these stories are very good. I'd like to read them. But I am made so uncomfortable by just the idea.

I dunno. There are stories -- lots of stories -- that I'd actually really like to read. They're massively AU. They're by authors that I absolutely adore when they write SPN. I know in my head that there really isn't anything wrong with reading RPF at all. I just find it so creepy.

*sigh* I have such empathy for the folks in SPN fandom who're squicked by incest.

I think I've just talked myself into dipping my toe into the RPF pool. Let us pray that this is not a slippery slope. Because, I'm sorry, but it's just so creepy.

And to top it all off, I have Beyonce's "Single Ladies" stuck in my head. Perhaps I should take it as a sign and just get drunk. I think I'm going to bail on class tomorrow, anyway.

( ...but like he did so long ago in Jericho, God just made a wall fall down. SPN 5x04 )

Now, bed. Cause I stayed up to download and watch and then write this, but I'm starting not to be able to understand what I just wrote.

I've been reading fic. It's left me so upset, my stomach hurts.

I may be a little emotionally volatile just now. Everything considered, I don't think anyone can blame me.

If I'm going to be upset anyway, I'd rather concentrate on the totally trivial shit than the horrible fucking real stuff. Just about anyone could take lessons from me on avoidance. Although, it's not like there's anything to be done about it now.

Life really kinda sucks.

( SPN 5x01 )

In non-story related news, how annoyed am I that I have class until 9 on Thursdays this semester? THIS annoyed. And this was not helped by the Steelers game being on at the same time today. (And I forgot to wear my jersey! I got on the bus this morning, and everyone was wearing a jersey, and I realized I'd totally forgot to wear mine! It's a Roethlisberger one. I love it, and I forgot to wear it, and I feel like a really bad Steelers fan. Oh well. They won, anyway, even without my psychic support. And dude, how cool was it, driving home, and looking out over the bridge, and seeing Heinz Field all lit up?)

And now, the question becomes, to sleep, or not to sleep? I have to be awake in about four hours, and I'm not sure it's worth it. My life is filled with such difficulties.

So, for Sweet Charity, I bid on two authors: legoline and ninhursag. I got my fic from legoline (Reflections of that Other Life) a while ago, but just yesterday got my fic from ninhursag (Such Friends Are Dangerous).

I just thought I'd post my squee about both at the same time. And oh, such squee. Time travel Sam! Jess=Ruby! It's no secret that Sam is my favorite character in... well, actually, he is, for the moment, my favorite character in anything. It's also not a secret that Sam/Jess and Sam/Ruby have shot to the top of my list, pairing-wise. Also, I may just perhaps have a huge kink about characters who have changed a lot over the course of a story being explicitly compared to their earlier incarnations. So, yeah. S4!Sam having a conversation with S1!Sam? Hit me in all the right places. And combining Sam/Jess into Sam/Ruby? I'm not actually sure that there is anything more awesome than that.

Such awesomeness. And it is all mine! Mine!

Y'know. Insofar as anything posted publicly to the internet is anyone's. Ahem.

:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D

I want something sweet. Something decadent. Something sinful.

I'm not sure what, though.

Not chocolate. I haven't had any chocolate for weeks, and I am surprisingly not craving it. Well, actually, alright, I did have that chocolate-y breakfast bar thingamajigger on Monday, but that really only served as a sharp reminder that -- oh, yeah! -- I think those breakfast bar thingamajiggers are nasty.

Not really ice cream. I have my favorite flavor (French vanilla, mmmmm) in the freezer right now, and I feel no real temptation to have any.

Maybe a fruity thing? Pie? Strudel? Cobbler? All of those sound so good, and yet... Gah. I'm not sure.

This is all vaguely relevant, since I should really pick out something yummy to take to my aunt's for Fourth of July.

Hm. Apple strudel. With caramel and French vanilla ice cream. Yes. This.

I think.

I'm probably the only person in the universe who goes on a not-diet, and my sweet tooth actually atrophies. What's the point of allowing myself indulgences if I'm not in the mood to indulge?

So, "The Bones, Scotty, Sulu, and Chekov Hour." The ongoing adventures of the intrepid crew of the starship Enterprise, as they attempt to go about the business of... well, business (which includes, but is not limited to: surviving, saving the universe, and not getting court-marshaled in the process) while doing their best to work around their commanders' ego-, testosterone-, love-triangle-, and unacknowledged-sexual-tension-driven shenanigans.

Watch as Bones attempts to administer life-saving and terribly painful injections while his patients run desperately to escape him.

Marvel as Sulu pilots the wonder of modern technology that is the magnificent Starship Enterprise by ignoring his commanding officers' contradictory course headings.

Sympathize as Chekov attempts to understand his orders, despite everyone speaking in such ludicrous accents.

And feel the romance as Scotty screams "Get down from there!" when what he really means is, "I love you."

I see it as a combination of work-place comedy, comedy of manners, and dressing-room farce. I intend to pitch the idea to all the major networks, milk it for all it's worth (3 seasons, 11 movies, four spin-off series featuring other intrepid crews with equally insane commanders, god only knows how many cartoons and tv specials, and merchandising out the wazoo) and then retire, rich as Croesus. This will be my contribution to humanity, and all shall love me and despair.

Saw Star Trek today. I'm reminded why I'm not a Trekkie.

Kirk, Spock, and Uhura were likable, but not particularly captivating. On the other hand, Bones and Scottie were hilarious.

Plotwise, I spent most of the film stifling my desperate cries of "Black holes don't work that way!!" I thought we had moved past this whole black-holes-as-logicless-plot-conveniences thing that was so popular in cheap sci-fi. ( Cut for pointless rant on black-plot-holes. )

I don't require that sci-fi be scientifically sound, or even particularly plausible. That would take all the fun out of it. I only ask that it not insult my intelligence.

Though, speaking of Nero's ship... ( more plot hole ranting )

I may have spent entirely too much time thinking about this.

Really, though, aside from my screaming frustration with the black holes, and my annoyance with old!Spock, the movie was good fun. Really, if they decide to make a spin-off series called "The Bones, Scottie, Sulu, and Chekov Hour," I would watch it. And there was a pleasing number of explosions. And a red shirt getting killed. Good stuff.