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*

Comments

[wychwood]

Isn't fandom like that most of the time anyway? I mean, my friend starstuff pimped Babylon 5 at me like WHOA, such that I knew huge amounts of stuff about it, and could quote major speeches, and owned a soundtrack CD, even before I actually ever watched an episode. And then she got it on video and made me watch it, and I fell head-over-heels in love with it, and now I pimp it to other people! This moral tale teaches us that it is good to pimp, and, if at first you don't succeed, to continue pimping. Because it took months to get me to watch B5, and I'm so very glad I did. *g*

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

*watches trinityofone wave her tiny, tiny fist in a totally ineffectual manner*
Ahaha. You know you want to do it! Have you seen the responses so far? Complete genius.

Have fun with your gay cowboys! And your hopefully-single-and-not-gay Irishman! *g*