High-tech sorcery!

I am strangely pathetic

Sun, 08 Jun 2008 17:05:53 GMT

I realise at this point in time I have no fandom friends, which was kind of the whole point of finally setting up an LJ, so it is kind of sad that I just keep posting away merrily. I also realise that I really don't care and find ranting here kind of therapeutic. It's like ranting to my flatmate, only quieter. I did forgive her by the way, she made me pancakes and it is impossible to stay mad at someone who makes you pancakes. Anyway, I figure sooner or later someone will read this and friend me and this will be slightly less of an exercise in futility.

Study is going poorly, I think I actually know less now than I did a week ago. I gave my brain a rest today by binging on Scrubs. Seasons 2 and 3 are extremely awesome. I also watched My Musical from season 6, just because I love it so. I am really not a shipper for Scrubs, except for the canon ships (excluding JD/Elliot). I do ship Elliot/Sean and Elliot/Keith pretty hard. I don't really know why I love Scrubs so much, but it is one of my default shows. If I don't know what I feel like watching it'll default to either Scrubs, Futurama, Yes Minister, or M*A*S*H. I love that it can make me go from laughing my head off to crying my eyes in mere minutes. I love the background characters that have slowly risen to recurring characters, with a special place in my heart reserved for Snoop Dogg Attending. There is no greater first line than "Where my ho's at?". I can't explain why I love this show so damn much, but I do.

I also watched a couple of episodes of Firefly, in honour of which, I bring recs. Firstly, a G-rated Mal/Simon Firefly fic that is sweet and lovely, even if there is some temporary character death. Killing Simon by Juli is a missing scene from Ariel. Secondly, Reasons to Fight by zeldadestry, which is a Mal/Simon AU in which Simon and River switched places. It's not particularly explicit, I'd say about PG.

This is closest I have to an angry icon

Thu, 05 Jun 2008 16:18:02 GMT

That post about how much I love my flatmate? I take it back. I rescind my love. I'm sure I'll give it back tomorrow, but right now I kind of want to slap her. How on earth does it seem like a good idea to start up the garbage disposal at 1.45am when a) your flatmate went to bed hours ago, b) you know she did not sleep well the night before, and c) you know she is an incredibly light sleeper? I realise it was a moment of stupidity, and she was apologising before I'd even opened my bedroom door, but I was asleep and enjoying it. I value sleep, especially during study week.

On a study week note, am doing miserably at trying to study and will probably fail all my exams. I'm oddly okay with that.

Wed, 04 Jun 2008 05:43:51 GMT

I am such a sap. I'm still riding the buzz from the Michael Buble concert, so I've had all his albums on random while I've been doing my notes. The only problem is every time I hear Home, I cry. I just can't help it. I don't know why it affects me so much.

Yup, definitely a sap.

Michael Bublé

Tue, 03 Jun 2008 06:04:20 GMT

I want to marry him. The concert last night was amazing, I didn't expect him to be so funny, or sweet, really. The obscenely drunk forty-somethings sitting next to us were incredibly annoying, but not show ruiningly bad. In honour of the sheer awesomeness of last night, I offer Home. Also, picspam!

Michael Bublé

The man wears a suit well. More men should wear suits.

Help?

Sun, 01 Jun 2008 12:22:46 GMT

Is it possible to cut things on Journalfen? I'd really rather cut my picspam, even though I don't have any flist to worry about at this point in time.

Bill Henson

Sun, 01 Jun 2008 11:58:58 GMT

I will say, I am somewhat ashamed of the reaction to the Bill Henson exhibition. I can understand why those photos made some people uncomfortable, I really can. However, it is important to consider the context. These are not sexualised photos. It is entirely possible have a sexualised photo of a fully clothed child. I'll be honest, I find the photos of children all tarted up to look like grown ups far more offensive. They are not pornographic images. They were photos taken with the full consent and supervision of the parents of adolescents who have suffered no notable consequences as a result. Well, until now when they are being splashed across the media and having their images referred to as 'filth'. Children should be protected, but this isn't something they need protecting from.

And to the opinion writer at the Sydney Morning Herald who wrote that paedophiles have had an easy run in society, then proceeded to say that a large portion of the gay community are also paedophiles. That, I just find horrible offensive.

There is always going to be someone who finds any given image erotic. People are incredibly twisted like that.

To lighten the mood after such a serious post, I offer picspam!

James McAvoy, ahoy. I'm sorry, I couldn't resist.

He is an unfairly attractive man.

I miss hugs

Sat, 31 May 2008 15:41:53 GMT

I adore my flatmate more than I can express with words, but she is useless at physical affection. Poor girl looks absolutely terrified when she thinks I need a hug, practically pushes me out the door to go find another, more cuddly, friend. She tries though, and I appreciate that.

I will never understand the uni students who are only in it for themselves. Being a student is hard enough without everyone hoarding their knowledge, unwilling to help or share. Honestly, the only students worse than the suck ups that ask questions during the lectures, are the ones who just look at you when you say you need help. I'm sure you all know the look I mean, the if you can't do it by now, you should just drop out look. Surely it is not that hard to try to help. I know it is not that hard to try to help, because that is what I do when someone asks me.

There is a rant about the debacle that was the Bill Henson exhibition building. For now though, so many people have said so many things that have pissed me off so much that I just have no coherent thoughts about it any more. I am looking at you, Sydney Morning Herald opinion pieces.

Animal rights

Sat, 24 May 2008 13:16:12 GMT

I do not believe that an animal life and a human life are equal. I do, however, believe that animals should not be subject to any unnecessary pain or suffering. Their lives do have value. I am not a vegan, or even a vegetarian. I believe fur is cruel, but arguments could be made in favour of leather. In short, I am a bundle of contradictions all wrapped up in a relatively attractive package.

All of that being said, I believe that kangaroo culling is the right thing to do. There is not enough food for the current population, they will starve to death. It would be cruel to leave them suffer, when an overdose of sedatives and barbiturates would be quick and painless. On a related note, I do not agree with the killing of sharks that attack people. Actually, I'll extend that to any wild animal that attacks a person in the wild. I'm not saying the person deserves, but the animal sure as hell doesn't.

I really am lucky that I don't have all the power in the world so I can't fuck everything else up.

Tue, 20 May 2008 11:15:02 GMT

Stitching Leggings by Kate Nash is my anthem at the moment. It is about the most positive I can bring myself to be.

My brain is about ready to hand in its resignation at the moment. All this reading about the oil and gas industry has left me feeling incredibly frustrated and miserable. I've been terrified of global warming since I was about 9 years old and BTN had a piece about it. So what this assignment has taught me is that at the tender age of 9, I was more intelligent than the large portion of the industry that is about to get screwed over royally in return for screwing everyone else over royally.

Also, women out there. Get angry, dammit. I know it's hard, but it's necessary. Apathy will get us nowhere. If someone calls you or someone you love by a misogynistic name, get upset. I don't care that you aren't particularly offended, you should be. Be offended of behalf of the rest of us, because it's our problem too. Those little things that don't seem to matter really, truly do, because they are part of something so much bigger.

Now I've got that off my chest, a rec. Lipstick by entangled_now is Sam/Chris, and easily my favourite Life on Mars fic out there. It's very bittersweet and beautiful, and leaves me just the right amount of wibbly.

Summary Some things are never entirely unexpected.

Thu, 15 May 2008 14:23:43 GMT

I think it is very important to note that,yes, groups of women can live together without it devolving into a massive bitchfight. I know, I lived at an all-girls college for 2 years. We weren't all lovely, sweet angels, we did have some shining moments of bitch, but that's a result of being human and is not a specifically female trait. So STFU, world, and stop telling me how bitchy and horrible my friends and I are.

And now, a rec. Everyone should read Thistlerose's Homecoming, because it is Tom/Martha and one of the sweetest things I've read in a very long time. I am a firm believer that there should be more Tom/Martha in the world.

ZOMG! First post!

Mon, 12 May 2008 14:47:44 GMT

What does one write in a blog? I don't imagine anyone cares too much about the minutiae of my day-to-day life. Fandom seems a safe enough bet, and I've acquired a lot of those over the years. I do seem to have a pre-disposition to fall in love with any TV show that amuses me even the slightest bit. I will admit, I am a slash girl. I have heaps of het ships as well, but they are mostly canonical so I generally satisfy myself with the canon rather than fanon. Slash is, well, a different beast entirely. Except for maybe Doctor/Jack. I truly believe that there is no being in the entire universe unable to resist Jack's charms, they all cave eventually.

Anyway, I think this will most likely be a place for me to rant about politics and fandom, link recs, post songs, and, if I ever write anything ever again, post my own works. I don't hold out much hope for that last one, my ability to plot died under mysterious circumstances not too long ago.