| All alone again... |
[Jun. 28th, 2009|10:42 pm] |
I spent the entirety of last week with Spacelogic, and it was awesome! She got me into the BBC Hornblower miniseries (sooooo pretty *activates shallow fannish enjoyment mode*), roughly a decade after I read the books, enlightened me as to what that MST3K thing everyone talks about is (it's Mystery Science Theatre 3000, a show that snarks the worst movies ever made -- I'm not sure I like it, as it's a bit overly colourful and silly, but the movies are really awesomely bad and snarkworthy, even though I prefer to do my own snarking), and installed the magic that is Firefox (no, I didn't have that before because I didn't think there was a way for something this awesome to be free -- yes, I fail at computer geekery badly). In turn I gave her some TOS novels to read (I have more than 50 of those -- geek rep saved), got her hooked on Temeraire (and, more importantly, into Laurence/Temeraire), made her watch the deconstructive silliness that is the first Nobody movie (the second part is a lot funnier and very OT3ish, but it's sadly not on Youtube -- and why is there no fandom for either? You're all fired!), and almost gave her food poisoning. (She was even more shocked about my eating habits than most people, but gracefully went along with exotic-to-her stuff like my special rolled-up pancakes with tuna-creme-fraiche filling -- and survived.) I'm somewhat glad to be alone again, antisocial hermit that I am, but I'll miss the fannish and political discussions, as well as the language geekery dearly. I wish she didn't live half a world away. *sadface*
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In non-fannish real life news:
- Michael Jackson is dead. Which apparently means that, from one moment to the next, no one will dare say anything negative about him for quite a while, no matter how justified it might be. Hypocrites.
- It was my 23rd birthday last Friday and it was absolutely meaningless, as every birthday since my 18th has been. I kind of miss the time when birthdays were all exiting and actually changed something. Now you just grow older and closer to senility every year.
- It seems there will be a camping trip with friends this summer after all. (I did post that with the breaking apart of my circle of friends and all, it looked like I'd have to go back to camping alone, didn't I?) Only, instead of the entire clique, we'll be but three, and instead of the by-now-traditional trip to the Netherlands, we'll go to one of the German Islands.
- I've gotten a wedding invitation from a formerly quite good friend I haven't seen or spoken to in over two years, who's now about to marry a guy I've never met in my life -- or even knew existed. But well, I'm happy she remembered me. The only problems: a) I don't like weddings, b) I'm almost 100% sure that my former-best-friend-I'm-still-not-over-losing will be there, which could be awkward, c) it's sort of implied that significant others are also invited and I'll probably be the only person without a date there yet again (not that I care much, but the mock-concerned condescension from people I see every year or so is starting to grate on my nerves), and d) I do not have the foggiest notion on wedding etiquette (other than general good behaviour, like not overdoing the drinking and keeping the stains on the tablecloth at a minimum). Therefore, etiquette questions to the German f-listers: 1) Do I absolutely have to wear something fancy? Because the only suit I own is the one I wore for my graduation and it's a size too small by now, not to mention desperately out of style, even with the worst of the bellbottoms sewn inwards. Is there any way whatsoever to get away with jeans and a blouse instead? 2) How much money is the minimum for presents etc? Is it all right to buy one collectively with another friend or would that look weird coming from a non-couple? Because we are all starving students and can't afford something expensive, especially if I have to invest in new fancy trousers beforehand as well. 3) There is no remark in regards to feedback on the invitation. So, should I send confirmation of my coming or will not answering automatically be assumed as such? Since the only weddings I've been to since I was a kid (where I spent them playing with the dogs under the table), were ones I was hired waitressing, so any and all wedding-guest-behaviour-related advice is welcome!
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And apparently the internet exploded with wank while I was away? And on a topic that's been beaten to death several times before, too. Congrats. *eyeroll*
Why not rant about this instead? Bacardi's feminism (and just generally human decency) fail.
Or, to lift your mood: Chewbacca slash. No really. Not Han/Chewie, sadly, but I take what I can get, so Chewbacca/Jack Harkness it is. (I don't have half a clue about Torchwood, but even I am aware of the Jack Harkness-would-sleep-with-just-about-anyonething cliché, and this story really is fun!)
Fellow language and/or mythology geeks will like this very entertaining post about recent car-naming facepalm. |
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