Had. To. Post. Before. I. Died.

*expires mid-type*

Great trailer. I am soooo excited about this movie! I will also be suicidally depressed once the whole thing is over and done with, but that's another story.

Something about great movies, books, or TV series...once they are over, it feels like part of me is over, too. Perhaps a bit melodramatic, but I feel so...betrayed and deserted. Like, 'How dare you make me care and get me wrapped up in your world and THAT'S IT?! You're done and leaving?! The Hell?!'

Hmmm...now that I think about it, most of my break-ups had the same general conversation prior to taking place. *grin*

Well, according to many web sites, it seems that the great press junket juggernaut for RotK should be rolling out at the end of next month. And, as our heroine patiently scours for any and all news of the actors, a small voice inside her whispers, 'Take me with you.'

Yes, I want to go to at least one RotK-related press event. A premiere, a party, a book signing, ANYTHING. Of course, the second I got there and had to deal with the hordes of screaming fans, the density of the crowds, the general anxiety that surrounds such a group, and the various pushing and shoving...well then I'd want to turn my ass around and go home. But that's just me.

I guess I just want to feel more involved than just sitting here and reading little snippets of news. But at the same time, I know that the events wouldn't be nearly as fun as I imagine then to be.

Maybe someone could just send me a hobbit or two...

I couldn't post a reply to this on dl_anon because I was too angry at the time and since then, nothing I can think of in reply to this comes close to being well thought out, snarky, or even sarcastic. Here is the quote someone posted (I am assuming from a DL tinhat):

Worth remembering that two years ago this morning, Elijah was on a plane leaving New York City.

At about 8:45 a.m.

We are all blessed.

Yes, how blessed we are that thousands of people lost their life in a horribly tragic way. How blessed this country was to get such a rude awakening about how far terrorism had crept onto its shores. How blessed the families of the loved ones were: praying by the phone, holding vigils outside ground zero, and hoping against hope that their family members would be found alive.

Don't get me wrong. I'm very glad Elijah was okay and the story Sean tells about that day is very sweet. But talk about an inappropriate comment! My boyfriend lost a good friend that day and I know someone who witnessed the whole thing first-hand. She actually wrote about her experiences and it was the most moving thing I have read in recent memory. Other things happened that day other than Elijah's lucky escape.

I know I am probably being too harsh. But the comment hit a nerve. It's that thoughtlessness, that completely unconcerned attitude that permeates the society we live in today. It's what makes me not want to have children. Again, I know I am probably over-reacting, but damn!

Bitch, are you for real?!?!

Have watched TTT and the extras disc twice already. *happy sighs*

Not much to say, except the gaydar did not go off AT ALL. What I saw was a group of very close friends and I must admit, with some shame, that I would now like to see more of Orlando rubbing/hugging/touching his co-stars. wOOt!

I'm sure a certain board will dissect everything on the second disc and make it all about the super sekret gay lurve. I really don't have the energy to rant right now, but I have to say that the most obvious scene (Dom kissing Lij's hand and the hug)? All I got from that was two friends who hadn't seen each other in awhile, perhaps. The affection and love was there, but that's it. And it's not because I *want* them to be straight (because I think they would make a cute couple). But you can't make something out of nothing, so to speak.

Not that there isn't something there. But if it's hot-gay-secret-sex, then these guys sending out the "brotherly" vibe is just sick and wrong, wrong, wrong!

And so help me, if anyone tries to diatribe about how straight men don't act the way Dom and Lij do or that the things they "say" or "do" during the interviews are so obviously gay, I will puke. Blegh.

For all of you who would like to squee with me regarding the DVD, like all good fangirls should, I copied the following from my livejournal. Because I can talk about LotR all day, every day. ^_~

*Spoilerific for those who have not seen either the movie or the extras contained therein*

( Fav moments from Disc 2 )

( Fav moments from TTT )

Just thinking about fan fiction in general since there seems to be a bit of discussion about it on dl_anon.

In general, I admit to occasionally perusing the odd fanfic or two. I had actually never read slash until I stumbled on a Domlij one a couple of months ago. Why yes, I do live in a cave, thank you very much!

To be frank, guy-on-guy action doesn't get me excited per se, but this little ficlet was short, sweet, well-written, and seemed to encapsulate the guys' characters perfectly. Also, it was only slightly suggestive, as far as sexual innuendo goes. Of course, I fell head over heels in love with this type of short story. I read more fanfic in the hopes of recreating that *squee* experience, but I ran into more bad than good.

And this is not to dump on anyone, because I know how hard it is to write well. Personally, I think fiction is the most difficult type of prose to do simply because you have *so* much freedom...it's hard not to go completely ape shit. Making stuff believable, even if you have existing charas, becomes rooted in either your personal experience or your own kooky imagination.

And, for every fic that I sighed over and admired immensely, there were ten others that made me squirm with their graphic, terribly technical descriptions of sex, melodramatic and co-dependent relationships, and people acting COMPLETELY out of character (er...I think).

The good ones that made me *squee*? Had a delicious mixture of comedy and angst. The romantic stuff was intense, but not necessarily an anatomy lesson. The dialogue was good and any out-of-character behavior was explained and well thought out. The writing was clean, succinct, yet flowery enough to make the romantic in me gush. I think many of the writers I like have probably been in at least one serious relationship and have had some life experience from which they draw their stories.

Anyway...just blathering as usual. Don't get me wrong. There are tons of talented fic writers out there. And it take serious balls to put your stuff out there for everyone to critique. I know I couldn't do it. Even if I did actually sit down and write a fic of my own. But I do think the more technical side of sex can be left to Anatomy/Physiology class.

Whee! I mean, dammit I'm mad! *giggle* Just kidding. Pontificating as usual.

The latest 'Elijah-is-girly-thread' made me stop and think about my own personal experiences with effeminate men.

I will admit I have a penchant for skinny white boys with pretty faces. If a guy is delicate, it's very attractive to me. Not that I haven't dated uber-testosterone-loaded males or the "muy-macho" types. It's just that I find sweet, sensitive, funny, weird boys make the best companions (for me anyway). And this is not to pidgeon-hole anyone; it's just that in my experience, all the guys I met and dated who had these qualities were skinny white boys (some pretty, some just pretty dorky).

Anyhoo, delicate beauty on a guy doesn't mean he is screaming for a big strong man. Otherwise, pretty much 80% of my exes are gay (someone should break the news to their wives...yes, most of my exes are married). It's heredity, DNA - they can't help it!

I give you two examples. The first is an employee of mine. I have often described him as Lij-like because he is small and slim, with a delicate beauty that is both delicious and devilish. He is also obsessed with music and obscure bands, but that is beside the point. This kid is a horn dog. He flirts with all the girls at work, has had several girlfriends, and is very much what I would deem a "typical" boy.

My older brother is gay. There is nothing in his demeanor to express this. He is slender, but not delicate. Heredity has made him handsome, but not beautiful. When you talk to him, he comes across as funny, a little weird, and very sweet. Most of my friends are/have been in love with him forever. None of them ever suspect he is gay until we tell them. The only way you would know is when you overhear the two of us gushing about cute boys. ^_~

See? Everyone IS different! Just because you have a certain body type or talk a certain way or have an affectation of character doesn't make you gay/straight/bi. A guy can like eyeliner and be straight. And a girl can dig a femmy-looking guy and not be a lesbian.

I'm just sayin'...I think I should have taken that left turn at Albuequerque.

Last post on dl_anon got me thinking about poetry in general, especially the works of la Viggo. *yum* The few that I've read seem to have such a great sexual energy (or maybe that's just me infusing it into the lines). His work reminds me a bit of Octavio Paz. Another writer that makes me *squee*

But what I really want to say (before I get sidetracked and start quoting all my favorite verses) is that the dl_anon thread touches a very sore spot with me. Namely, poetry interpretation. Now, I am a good little English student who can dissect, toss, and fricassee a piece of literature in under fifty words and make it sound plausible. But I hate doing that. I feel like I am invading the writer's privacy somehow. When people ask me what my poems are about, I often can't explain it. How do they expect to be able to tell me what I write about when I am not quite sure myself?

Stupid ramblings really. Writers are *trying* to share experiences with us and we are supposed to make our own interpretations. I just don't want to do it for a grade or have to defend my reasoning to a bunch of wankers.

That is all. Now back to purring over articulate Viggo. Mmm. Hmm.

Well, I spent a little time perusing DLR (Mel=glutton for punishment) and I have to agree with what many of the dl_anon posters have said: this place is a breeding ground for a cult. There is something about the flavor of the posts that lulls you into feeling there is some sense to all this crap. I can't explain it. Maybe because *some* of the posters are obviously educated and can put forth a convincing, if seriously flawed and delusional, argument.

Hell, if I hadn't been watching both DLR and dl_anon in an effort to see both sides, it might have taken me longer to figure out the underlying poison of DLR. Specifically, that certain posters claim a stalker-like "knowledge" of the stars and take any and all references to said stars VERY PERSONALLY, as if someone were admiring/criticizing their best friend. Scary.

But the whole sterotypical "they must be in gay lurve because all gay people do this" or "gay people wouldn't act that way" just takes the cake. This is the biggest load of shit I've ever had the misfortune to read.

I've said it before and said it again, when people talk like this, they are perpetuating the fear/distrust/hate that many people still feel towards gays and bisexuals. Lumping all gay behavior into one pile and all straight antics into another is just deepening the division. And they think they are promoting gay rights. Go march in a parade or write your to congressman to support gay marriages. Don't hang around on a gossip board and slavishly swallow whatever garbage is thrown your way.

And, again, I have already posted this to the dl_anon forum: I have two brothers, one gay and one straight. Both are very demonstrative and affectionate towards each other. Both would think nothing of hugging/hanging all over/wrestling with male friends/family members. Because that's how we were brought up. We are a close-knit, loving group. We dogpile on one another on the old family couch. My sister and I hold hands or put our arms around each other when walking in public. Are we lesbians now? Sheesh.

Grow up. Look around. There is a great big world out there with individuals who all think and act differently, no matter what their sexual orientation.

*damn, no matter how hard I try, that damn soapbox is ALWAYS there*

And all that jazz...