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not dead yet
Also not done with either school or Yuletide. Which one loses me more sleep will go right down to the wire. My sleep debt is starting to manifest in me fucking things up at work--minor things! mainly because my job consists ENTIRELY of minor things!
I think I should also be allowed to blame the sleep debt for the fact that I got choked up listening to How the Grinch Stole Christmas on the way home from work. SHUT UP, IT'S BEAUTIFUL.
Then I got to thinking about how the Grinch is like a--a Kowalski/Gardino* fan or something, all alone up in a cave with nobody but his DOG to share his pairing, and down in the town are all those GODDAMN F/K FANS who have all of this shiny FIC and ART and VIDS and ICONS and COMMS and SQUEE SQUEE SQUEE SQUEE and they just NEVER SHUT UP and then, obviously, the Grinch dresses up in a BNF suit (and his dog is his sock puppet) and descends upon F/Kville and is all, "Hi, I'm your BNF, I'm just taking this fic away because there's--see, there's a typo--" and he takes EVERYTHING, EVERY SCRAP, even the MAILING LISTS, all stuffed into his magical sleigh, and he pushes it all up the mountain to dump it into the abyss and then he hears--
Okay, well, if this were the world, he would probably hear, OH FUCK THIS, LIVEJOURNAL, THIS IS THE LAST STRAW, but it's Dr. Seuss, so instead he hears... squee! all the F/Kers are down there in F/Kville who have lost all their shiny OTP stuff, coming together afterward and watching their show and holding hands and SQUEEING! And the Grinch realizes that the true meaning of fandom is this right here: holding hands and squeeing together! and it doesn't matter who has the most shiniest stuff! And his heart grows three sizes! And he goes down into the town and gives all the stuff back and watches a few episodes with the F/Kers, and they're all like, hey, K/G is cool too, and they all live happily ever after! Thanks, Dr. Seuss!
...Yeah, so that was my commute. Then I went back to writing bizarre SG-1 OT3 curtainfic in my head in an increasingly desperate effort not to think about Yuletide or school. Wheee!
* - Sorry, Due South. I would make this analogy about a fandom I'm active in, but I can't figure out which pairing in Numb3rs is statistically significantly more small and oppressed than THE ENTIRE FANDOM ALREADY IS. Not that I don't love my fandom, of course, we are all up here in this cave together, we've got some pictures on the walls, it's COZY. And, uh, you Millie/Alan shippers, you just take a deep breath, okay? We love you too.
I think I should also be allowed to blame the sleep debt for the fact that I got choked up listening to How the Grinch Stole Christmas on the way home from work. SHUT UP, IT'S BEAUTIFUL.
Then I got to thinking about how the Grinch is like a--a Kowalski/Gardino* fan or something, all alone up in a cave with nobody but his DOG to share his pairing, and down in the town are all those GODDAMN F/K FANS who have all of this shiny FIC and ART and VIDS and ICONS and COMMS and SQUEE SQUEE SQUEE SQUEE and they just NEVER SHUT UP and then, obviously, the Grinch dresses up in a BNF suit (and his dog is his sock puppet) and descends upon F/Kville and is all, "Hi, I'm your BNF, I'm just taking this fic away because there's--see, there's a typo--" and he takes EVERYTHING, EVERY SCRAP, even the MAILING LISTS, all stuffed into his magical sleigh, and he pushes it all up the mountain to dump it into the abyss and then he hears--
Okay, well, if this were the world, he would probably hear, OH FUCK THIS, LIVEJOURNAL, THIS IS THE LAST STRAW, but it's Dr. Seuss, so instead he hears... squee! all the F/Kers are down there in F/Kville who have lost all their shiny OTP stuff, coming together afterward and watching their show and holding hands and SQUEEING! And the Grinch realizes that the true meaning of fandom is this right here: holding hands and squeeing together! and it doesn't matter who has the most shiniest stuff! And his heart grows three sizes! And he goes down into the town and gives all the stuff back and watches a few episodes with the F/Kers, and they're all like, hey, K/G is cool too, and they all live happily ever after! Thanks, Dr. Seuss!
...Yeah, so that was my commute. Then I went back to writing bizarre SG-1 OT3 curtainfic in my head in an increasingly desperate effort not to think about Yuletide or school. Wheee!
* - Sorry, Due South. I would make this analogy about a fandom I'm active in, but I can't figure out which pairing in Numb3rs is statistically significantly more small and oppressed than THE ENTIRE FANDOM ALREADY IS. Not that I don't love my fandom, of course, we are all up here in this cave together, we've got some pictures on the walls, it's COZY. And, uh, you Millie/Alan shippers, you just take a deep breath, okay? We love you too.