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For what is pretty much the first time in 3 years, I find I have nothing to say about due South at all. Not even a little bit. It is a very odd feeling! I don't know what's going on! Just ... blank. Huh.
(Three years, man: Wednesday is the anniversary of the first story I posted. Time flies, I guess. They're still the prettiest, and still my OTP. <3<3<3)
This afternoon I watched Rome. I find I have the same trouble with this show after each episode, and that is that my thoughts are pretty conveyed through random gestures and flailing, and not so much through a textual medium. So you'll have to imagine the flailing for yourself, until the internet becomes magical.
Tonight Heroes returns. Tuesday is NCIS, Wednesday is Friday Night Lights, Thursday is Grey's Anatomy (not to mention Supernatural), and then more Rome on Sunday. TEEEEEEVEEEEEEEEE. I love you!
Today I am thinking about Twitch City. Newbie! Hope! Curtis! I want desperately to write more fic about them, something brightly colored and funny and surreal and ironic and sharp-edged. With kissing, preferably. And perhaps cake-decorating.
That would be awesome.
Actually, I seem to be thinking a lot of six-degrees-of-due-South fandom. Men With Brooms! That movie makes me want backstory; I want drinking buddies, Amy and the boys, all the beginnings of the stuff that fucks them up so much later. And beaver tattoos! I want that. Oh, Amy Foley.
And of course there's Slings and Arrows, which is one of those things where it's so good and so self-filled it's hard to think of anything else to say, but I find myself weirdly fascinated by Ellen Fanshaw. (Well, and Geoffrey, of course. Everybody loves Geoffrey.) Ellen! So self-centered, and fucked-up, and almost ridiculous, but well-meaning in a vague way, and good at what she does, and ridiculously sympathetic despite her many, many, many faults.
...Not to meention Darren Nichols. Because! Darren Nichols! If I didn't already love Don McKellar, I would have to love him just for that role. (I think I have spoken to some people before about my theory about Darren's love life. Which is that he very much has types, and his guy type is, like, twinky blond Aryan arts students. And his girl types are incredibly tall, thin women who wear heavy eyeliner and dress in black and wear stiletto heels so they stand two or three inches above him. They might be European or Asian or African, but it's better if they have foreign accents.)
In the recent "what to create" meme, I told Livia she should make a multi-fandom icon set using quotes from Invader Zim. I think this is a foolproof plan. The subject line to this post now makes me think of s2 Atlantis.
(Three years, man: Wednesday is the anniversary of the first story I posted. Time flies, I guess. They're still the prettiest, and still my OTP. <3<3<3)
This afternoon I watched Rome. I find I have the same trouble with this show after each episode, and that is that my thoughts are pretty conveyed through random gestures and flailing, and not so much through a textual medium. So you'll have to imagine the flailing for yourself, until the internet becomes magical.
Tonight Heroes returns. Tuesday is NCIS, Wednesday is Friday Night Lights, Thursday is Grey's Anatomy (not to mention Supernatural), and then more Rome on Sunday. TEEEEEEVEEEEEEEEE. I love you!
Today I am thinking about Twitch City. Newbie! Hope! Curtis! I want desperately to write more fic about them, something brightly colored and funny and surreal and ironic and sharp-edged. With kissing, preferably. And perhaps cake-decorating.
That would be awesome.
Actually, I seem to be thinking a lot of six-degrees-of-due-South fandom. Men With Brooms! That movie makes me want backstory; I want drinking buddies, Amy and the boys, all the beginnings of the stuff that fucks them up so much later. And beaver tattoos! I want that. Oh, Amy Foley.
And of course there's Slings and Arrows, which is one of those things where it's so good and so self-filled it's hard to think of anything else to say, but I find myself weirdly fascinated by Ellen Fanshaw. (Well, and Geoffrey, of course. Everybody loves Geoffrey.) Ellen! So self-centered, and fucked-up, and almost ridiculous, but well-meaning in a vague way, and good at what she does, and ridiculously sympathetic despite her many, many, many faults.
...Not to meention Darren Nichols. Because! Darren Nichols! If I didn't already love Don McKellar, I would have to love him just for that role. (I think I have spoken to some people before about my theory about Darren's love life. Which is that he very much has types, and his guy type is, like, twinky blond Aryan arts students. And his girl types are incredibly tall, thin women who wear heavy eyeliner and dress in black and wear stiletto heels so they stand two or three inches above him. They might be European or Asian or African, but it's better if they have foreign accents.)
In the recent "what to create" meme, I told Livia she should make a multi-fandom icon set using quotes from Invader Zim. I think this is a foolproof plan. The subject line to this post now makes me think of s2 Atlantis.
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