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Happy halfiversary to me!
Nov. 16th, 2007 06:48 amAs of today, I've been in bandom six months.
In six months I've posted49 50 times about bandom and read countless posts that made me writhe with delight over our boys. I've posted 17 stories and tagged 426. I've saved 1,257 pictures to my hard drive, give or take my ability to do arithmetic before getting out of bed. I've come to accept not only the joys of Gerard Way, Patrick Stump, and Jon Walker into my life, I've moved into Gabe's basement and developed a protective fondness for Tyson Ritter and an ungodly fascination with the Butcher. I've met manymany fangirls and shared the squee and Life on the Murder Scene.
I never went to a concert until I was in college and I never really got the appeal of live music, and now I'm learning to listen and to scream back and I've maybe developed an addiction to the pit, about ten years late. In the last four months I've seen Panic! at the Disco, My Chemical Romance, Cobra Starship, The Academy Is..., Gym Class Heroes, and Fall Out Boy, and ( oh yeah, Pete Wentz touched me. )
I can't remember another fandom I've been this deliriously in love with six months after I got into it. I expected the honeymoon to wear off! I expected to get distracted by something shiny, or find myself disenchanted! But nothing seems to dent my love for these guys, not Pete's girlfriend, not Bob's bad wrist, not Bill's [redacted], not Panic acting like a bunch of teenaged boys--not kerfuffles, not half my friends list excusing whatever they're ashamed of with "at least it's not bandom!" I love my fandom, you guys. I just love it. It's so shiny and sparkly and filled with awesome that I don't know what to do with it. I don't know how it's possible to have this much awesome packed into one locus of squee. I don't know how they can be REAL without the universe exploding with glee over them. Maybe people who don't get it are necessary to balance the force? Maybe all the people toiling in the darkness of Not Loving Patrick Stump's Little Face are actually performing a vital service to the rest of us by preventing the world from going down in fiery gleepocalypse? If so, I salute you, you brave souls. Is it cold out there? Do you want some soup?
In six months I've posted
I never went to a concert until I was in college and I never really got the appeal of live music, and now I'm learning to listen and to scream back and I've maybe developed an addiction to the pit, about ten years late. In the last four months I've seen Panic! at the Disco, My Chemical Romance, Cobra Starship, The Academy Is..., Gym Class Heroes, and Fall Out Boy, and ( oh yeah, Pete Wentz touched me. )
I can't remember another fandom I've been this deliriously in love with six months after I got into it. I expected the honeymoon to wear off! I expected to get distracted by something shiny, or find myself disenchanted! But nothing seems to dent my love for these guys, not Pete's girlfriend, not Bob's bad wrist, not Bill's [redacted], not Panic acting like a bunch of teenaged boys--not kerfuffles, not half my friends list excusing whatever they're ashamed of with "at least it's not bandom!" I love my fandom, you guys. I just love it. It's so shiny and sparkly and filled with awesome that I don't know what to do with it. I don't know how it's possible to have this much awesome packed into one locus of squee. I don't know how they can be REAL without the universe exploding with glee over them. Maybe people who don't get it are necessary to balance the force? Maybe all the people toiling in the darkness of Not Loving Patrick Stump's Little Face are actually performing a vital service to the rest of us by preventing the world from going down in fiery gleepocalypse? If so, I salute you, you brave souls. Is it cold out there? Do you want some soup?