June 29th, 2005

tell me a story [lizzieb]


Why is club_joss always Spike/Xander? It was something else like once, and i was busy that week.

I reread Good Omens (mostly aloud) on the drive home from Maryland and was struck by how much i wasn’t interested in slashing Crowley and Aziraphale. Though stuff like “Saturnalia” that deals with them interacting with each other is cool. I rather suspect they’ll end up on the growing list of fanon pairings that i get sold on in well-written fic but then when i revisit the source text i think “No way.”

I also need to reread Sandman series (and American Gods). (P.S. Neil Gaiman’s love for G. K. Chesterton makes me sad, because Chesterton drives me up a wall.) Of course, on diadeloro’s suggestion, i’ve started Sharon Shinn’s Samaria books, which is a whole lot of pages. Plus my copy of The Historian arrived at the library.

My brother was griping about current movies and i lent him my Firefly DVDs so he could watch Serenity when it comes out. He skipped the “Serenity” pilot because he wasn’t sure he wanted to stay up for more than one episode, so his introduction to the series was “The Train Job.” He next watched “Bushwhacked” and in talking to him later, he says he thought that was a better intro to the series (than “Train Job” -- he still hasn’t seen “Serenity” to my knowledge) which i thought was interesting, and makes me curious to rewatch those episodes. (Though i already have suspicions based on my knowledge of my brother and my recollections of the episodes in question.)

While in Maryland i caught a couple episodes of Are You Being Served?, which i hadn’t seen since i was about ten. Emma was so right about John Inman though i so didn’t see it as a child, and i do still so enjoy the show. I also saw my first ever episode of Waiting for God. Heart Diana (to no one’s surprise).

I was reading some old Playboys, and one of them had a vote for the Playmate of the Year thing, so they had pictures of all 12 or whatever on one page, all in about the same pose, and i was struck by how nearly identical they looked (the boobs being the really eerie part). The following pages with larger pictures showed that they weren’t all Caucasian, but they were close. It made me wanna write porn -- the erotic chemistry, not so much the explicit sex -- ‘cause Playboy is just so unerotic.

One issue had an article on sex in movies. mmmdirtybadwrong. Highlights: the threesome scene in Wild Things was recommended, i learned that there’s an unrated version of Eurotrip with excessive nudity, and Murderous Maids made me think of certain friends of mine.

I read an interview with Dustin Hoffman in which he says he and Jon Voight in Midnight Cowboys played their characters’ relationship gay. (I really should watch that movie, huh?) Ditto Hook and Smee in Hook.

From the June 27, 2005, Sports Illustrated Score Card (“Ivy Leagues” by L. Jon Wertheim, 20-21):
As Gene Wojciechowski, author of Cubs Nation recently put it, “Cubs and Red Sox fans share fatalism, but Cubs fans’ fatalism has always been wrapped in cotton balls, still soft, a little bunny. Sox fans’ fatalism was wrapped in razor wire.”

all part of the ineffable plan

I have so many entries from the past week bookmarked to respond to.

“I Have Decided” is an, interesting, song.

We currently hate TigerDirect

I apparently can’t get new glasses (same prescription as i currently have) without an eye exam because you’re supposed to have one every year (“for general eye health”). My last one was about 4 years ago -- the last time i needed a new prescription. Turns out i’m covered by my parents’ health insurance until September 30, though.

I still haven’t heard back about my MTA Benefits job. This upsets me greatly because the job seemed so perfect. I am not prospect-less, however, which is comforting.

I finally have my massage table.

I may have an Emma soon.

There’s a birthday shindig in NYC the night i turn 22 (Saturday, July 9). Am tempted to go in large part because i don’t yet have any plans of my own, and also of course because it’s been a while since i’ve seen my NYC people. Thoughts?

My grandparents’ air-conditioned 71F house in Maryland often felt chill (especially for sleeping with minimal bedding) and i spent a lot of comfortable time on the screened-in-porch, but now that i’m back in Massachusetts’ hot&humid i am so not a fan. Can’t pinpoint what the difference is, but i want my winter back.

One night in Maryland there were all these fireflies, and my instinctive reaction is still that they’re beautiful and breathtaking (though that green light seems so unnatural) but having read Darkest Desire: The Wolf’s Own Tale by Anthony Schmitz (1998) i always wince a little bit, because i remember its proposal that:
“The light of the firefly burns on the fuel of its aching soul. The soul seeks out the place where it might rest. When it finds that spot the light goes out forever. The firefly then dies.” (76)

If you were to make a gin&tonic, how would you make it? (type of glass, amount of gin)