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So for the past hour, we've been looking out our office windows watching people set up a gigantic red blow-up float thingy of Santa Claus riding a huge lobster. Anyone have any idea what this means? We figure they're selling something--lobsters? Christmas decorations:? Is it some kind of early cinco de mayo celebration? Are they promoting bestiality between fat men and lobsters?

Also. Every day the mail guy comes and he calls me "princess." I hate it. It's not funny. And everyone laughs about it and I feel obligated to smile and be nice, but really I just find it terribly condescending and not funny and irritating and I wish it would just stop, and I wish I was a great big intimidating man so that no one would ever call me "princess."

We ordered Indian food today, and they completely screwed up our orders, and then they were assholes on the phone and wouldn't send us the right food. And my female coworker freaked out and got really upset, so she gave the phone to my male coworker and he convinced them to send replacement food. This also upsets me.

Reading LJ. People are still kerfuffling over Marsters? God, that's like, so two years ago. :P

Actually, I rediscovered this last night. Ah, the good old days--I sort of miss being able to start a kerfuffle with just a bitchy JM post. It was pretty funny. (Though I'm also somewhat embarrassed by my devotion to something I now find so completely... irrelevant.) I think that post got on fandom_wank, and was the inspiration for me leaving some snooty elitist yahoo list in a huff because they were bitching about me without realizing I was on the list, and then witling started writing that boglescatverse story for me because I was all upset.... although maybe I'm confusing things; I think I had multiple kerfuffley posts. Way back when. I was such a newbie, I cared so much about this inane social bullshit that I don't even notice anymore.

It's weird seeing who I used to talk to back then--some people who ended up becoming close friends, and some who I've totally lost touch with. It's weird that I've had a LJ for over two years; it still feels sort of new, like something I'm experimenting with, rather than something I just do. Truthfully, I'd probably have been long gone, except people kept gifting me with paid time, so I felt obligated to stay, and now I'm pretty much stuck with it, because now I maintain some important relationships solely through LJ and I don't want to lose those.

Yesterday someone linked to this, and I thought I was going to die laughing. I mean, no offense to those who like him, to each his own and all, but, dude. Seriously. Are you kidding?

I miss 10zlaine already. How dare she go to New Zealand and not have internet access for a week?!

monanotlisa asked that I put together a QaF recs list, since I'm reading so much of it lately. That's my role in fandom, isn't it? Starting kerfuffles and screening out badfic. (Could be worse; at least I've got good taste. ;)

Anyway, I'm mainly going to rec authors rather than stories, because most people who write well tend to do so consistently.

( My half-assed Brian-centric Queer as Folk rec list )

I realized that Brian/Michael hits the same kinks for me as Sirius/Remus.

Seriously, aren't those couples, like, so similar?

Best friends who are just a little too close to be just friends. Known each other since they were very young. There's the wild, brilliant, fucked-up one, and the steadier one who keeps his friend grounded.

You can totally see Sirius wanting to protect werewolf-Remus, becoming an animagus to accompany him, just like you can see Brian wanting to protect Mikey from bullies or whatever. And you can totally see Remus or Mikey being there for Sirius or Brian when they'd otherwise have totally lost it from having to deal with their fucked-up families. And Sirius and Brian totally hit the same character kinks with me, that arrogant brilliant fucked-up asshole type.

Right?

Christ, I'm comparing Queer as Folk to Harry Potter.

I spent an inordinate amount of time reading QaF fanfic this weekend. ( thoughts on the Queer as Folk fic I just read )

This morning I had to give my roommate a lecture about how if he's going to use my dishes, he has to wash them and put them away afterward, not leave them dirty and sitting on my kitchen counter for three days.

I hate this. I feel like I'm babysitting a teenage boy instead of living with another adult.

But hey, at least he's rarely home.

I've been re-reading chase820's story, The Man Who Wasn't There, which is so good it hurts. I read it the first time without knowing who Brian was, so obviously I'm getting a lot more out of it now. I've been checking out a few other QaF stories, but this is by far the most satisfying. (If you somehow missed it, it's a QaF/AtS crossover, which is sort of Brian/Michael and Spike/Angel, but is building toward Spike/Brian. Squee!)

I finished Queer as Folk season four, but I'm blocking it from my mind, so I will not mention it again. I should've just thrown the $96 in the gutter.

I've been rewatching season one for the third time. ( on re-watching season one and realizing I can't stand most of the characters )

Anyway. But I love the Brian stuff, and especially Brian's interactions with Michael. It just hits, like, every character and relationship kink I have. Brian's refusal to conform, his insistence on being who he is no matter what anyone else says, even his ability to use and manipulate others in order to get what he wants. His shamelessness: his refusal to play the silly little cultural games that we're all taught--he's so honest. I love that he won't say he's sorry when he's not, and I adore his disregard for religion. I love his lack of interest in pomp and ceremony, his repulsion toward marriage and domesticity. I love that when he cares about someone, he shows it through his actions, instead of through bullshit sentimental hearts and flowers romantic nonsense. I love that he has his own code, his own integrity, and lives by it.

And now I attempt to psychoanalyze Brian. It's fun! Read it and join in.

( Brian Kinney as disillusioned idealist )

10zlaine visited this weekend. We ate lots of yummy vegan food, dropped by a hideously lame sci-fi convention in Long Island, and attended an incredibly cool horror convention in Manhattan (where we observed lovely nightmare art and heard Harlan Ellison gossip about Samuel L. Jackson).

Also we watched the first season of Queer as Folk. And really I have only two words:

Brian Kinney

I have other thoughts (the writing is so cliched that not only did I know every "plot twist" in advance, I could actually recite lines of dialogue before they occurred; and what's with the reliance on essentialist biological gender stereotypes--men just want to fuck as many people as possible and women just want to coo nauseatingly over babies?)

But these thoughts are pretty much overruled by Brian Kinney.

(I'm not sure if it's more I want to be Brian Kinney or that I want to fuck Brian Kinney.)

The whole thing with him not embarrassed to drive the spraypainted car...? That's who I want to be.

I think maybe I should re-read Chase's story. But first I have to go buy and watch more seasons.... (don't spoil me!)