Pick up the receiver, I'll make you a believer.

[trinityofone]

Prezzies!

•Who was the wonderful person who sent me the holiday box? Books and an awesome Sports Night mix--oh my! But there's no note; I want to be able to thank you properly, mystery person! Unless you're trying to maintain secrecy and mystique... *raises eyebrow at you*

•I also got a lovely holiday card from mciac. APPLE PAN LOVE.

•I keep forgetting to mention this, and y'all may want to exchange it, but I wrote a fic for sga_flashfic's Amnesty, the Bloody Challenge: The Hollow Men, McKay/Sheppard, I think the word would be "angsty." *perverse glee*

•Ooh, and dogeared posted some excellent Johnny Cash tracks. Yays.

I had an fun telephone conversation with spazatron this morning, even though it must've been about 3 a.m. his time. He's gotten addicted to Veronica Mars, which is all very well and good, except I keep trying to get him into SGA and it just isn't working, dammit. We keep having conversations like this:

Me: Try it! You'll like it!
Him: It just isn't my thing.
Me: *weak, unconvincing argument that usually ends with something like, "And did I mention I love Rodney?"*
Him: I didn't especially care for the two episodes I saw, and besides, I really don't need another fandom.
Me: But...but...the slash! The snark! John's ears! RODNEY MCKAY.
Him: *tolerant--possibly strained--laugh* Maybe I'll try it again eventually.
Me: ...and the first season's on DVD!

I am very frustrated with my inability to convert him--It'd be to his own benefit, I think, honestly! And then I have the occasional moment of self-reflection and I realize: wow. I am scary and annoying. I'm an evangelist, and SGA is my religion. Or really, whatever my current obsession is is my religion, and when I get going, I don't just pimp, I preach it, baby. I just won't let up. I mean, I had a friend in junior high who was--how should I say this?--very, very Christian, and we were good friends, but it was a constant strain on our relationship that every once in a while she would feel the need to draw me aside and say, "Are you sure you don't want to accept Jesus into your heart?" (Then in high school she had a crisis of faith and later she became a heroin addict, but now she's clean and she's getting married this summer, so yay?) I mean, I guess the key difference is that I'm not saying to spazatron, "IF YOU DON'T ACCEPT RODNEY INTO YOUR HEART, YOU WILL BURN IN HELL!" But, uh. Otherwise I worry that I'm just as obnoxious. It comes from a good place: I just want people to love what I love! But if I look like I'm about to start a crusade, um. Stop me, okay?

In other news, Aidan just asked me if I wanted to go see his band play tomorrow in Temple Bar. (!!!) jarsy and siriaeve--do you want to go see the gay cowboys and then go catch Wally's Hut, Aidan's I'm-sure-it's-fabulous (oh please be decent) band? You guys should really meet, anyway. You will BOND.

Now I have to go write amnesiac slave rape fic for svmadelyn. *shakes fist in general direction*

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[siria]

But Rodney should be worshipped! Preferably while on one's knees. Or prostrate. Mmm, prostration. (Shut up, I was raised very traditional Catholic, it's valid)

Tomorrow would be excellent, seeing as I have to toddle back up to Dublin then anyway. I have an overdue library books, so the gay cowboys will be necessary to soothe my soul after facing the wrath that is the library staff. Or, you know, their awesome apathy, whichever. I should be around from early afternoon, so whenever's good for you.

You will BOND.

I have read too much fic to feel anything other than amusement at that statement.

Okay, maybe a little bit of fear.