So, in the past 20 days, I have watched all 104 episodes of Supernatural, wrote 16 posts about it, wrote dozens of comments on my own journal and elsewhere, and then rewatched the entire first season and wrote 10,000 words of meta about it which I haven’t posted yet. (It needs editing.) I also read ~30 pieces of fanfic (half of which were good enough to bookmark), read two drafts of the pilot script, watched five vids, read a ton of meta (and bookmarked six pieces), and read quite a few fandom wank entries.
I’m losing my mind. It’s a little scary. I’ve marathoned several shows from start to finish within the past few years–Farscape, Due South, Life on Mars (UK)–and none of them has inspired this level of obsession. (Farscape and Life on Mars were better shows, though.) I don’t know, something about Sam and Dean and their family and their ~issues~ and all the epic emo porn and Jensen Ackles’ freckles and the way the show succeeds so well sometimes and fails so badly at other times–it’s all just so fascinating and it’s making my brain run wildly.
* I cleaned my house this weekend. And cooked several meals. And talked to my dad on the phone. Despite the fact that I could have been watching/reading about/writing about Supernatural. This is progress.
* I am excited that people are working on open alternatives to Facebook. (Here’s ten reasons to delete your Facebook account; I haven’t because I need mine for work, but I made it as private as possible and am crossing my fingers for the day when Facebook’s ubiquity will be a distant and bemusing memory, like AOL or MySpace.)
* I went to see Chemlab on Saturday night. 10zlaine was going to come, but she couldn’t make it, so I was all stressed about going alone (I’ve been going alone to concerts for about ten years now and I’m just so over the boredom and sexual harassment that precedes the performance). But then my high school friend Mike surprised me by agreeing to attend at the last minute, so I ended up having an awesome time. They played a fantastic setlist and were very interactive with the crowd, and I got totally into it and headbanged like a teenager. Plus they had Magic Hat #9 and I drank too much and babbled like an idiot to the lead singer after the show, which is kind of embarrassing, but I’m usually so reticent that it was a nice change, too. (I told him that for the past three years I’ve been going to shows and feeling old and over it, but the show tonight was the first time in ages I’ve felt young and passionate and moved by a concert experience. Which is true.) Then Mike and I went back to my place and watched A Clockwork Orange, which I hadn’t seen before (uh, wow–I will have put more thought into a post about that than I am capable of now).
* Seriously, I have 10,000 words of Supernatural meta I want to edit and post. What is wrong with me?