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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*