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[16 May 2008|04:47pm]
Poll #1189101
Open to: All, results viewable to: All

Are you less likely to comment on a post if the OP has a history of not answering comments?

View Answers

yes
15 (53.6%)

no
6 (21.4%)

other, which I will explain in comments
7 (25.0%)



I don't mean people who get back to comments eventually. I mean people who historically *never* reply.

Indulge me? I'm curious.
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Meme [16 May 2008|12:03pm]
After reading that horrific Ewan article in the Guardian, I decided to cheer myself up, so I did a little search for Sean and Viggo stuff. Found a Sean Proust-style Q/A and the questions are a bit diverting, so here goes. [if you want to read Sean's answers, they're here: http://www.guardian.co.uk/theguardian/2007/mar/10/weekend7.weekend
He's afraid of ghosts? Interesting]

When were you happiest?
Driving cross-country from PA to NM

More below the cut )
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rain, debate [15 May 2008|09:45am]
It's a gorgeously drizzly day today. There's a ritualistic statement-response among desert-dwellers, almost religious in nature:

"Did you see the rain?"

"Yep. We sure can use it."

*cue Gregorian chant* Aaaa-men!

But it is lovely. I got all fuzzy-nostalgic thinking about Ireland today. The soft rain, the green, Dublin... *happy sigh*

*

The idea I had for a Curt Wild/Blouse Man crossover for the Con*Strict zine went straight down the hole, though I still have the outline should I be newly inspired one day. Fortunately, I have another, much less complicated, and actually inspired by one of those cracky fictional-AU memes from a few weeks ago. It reflects my current tastes, which means even fewer people than usual will read it *thhpth* but a select few folks might enjoy it.

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Con*Strict is a very mellow, laid-back con. It made me think of a few panels I attended at Escapade that devolved into shouting matches - not exactly hostile, but full of people dying to have their say, or to toss off a witty or snarky comment. That sort of atmosphere always makes me cringe, and it was only last night that I realized why.

I was lucky enough to be raised by parents who loved to read and were intellectually curious, and encouraged us to be the same. We kids were all fairly bright in our own way; not J.D. Salinger's Glass family, to be sure, but we were pretty voracious readers and had our pet passions.

However, eight kids [well, six - two were *very* young] and a variety of passions made for incredibly tumultuous mealtimes. Oh, it never started out that way; it was usually just a simple topic of conversation, introduced for the heck of it. But as we shared the same library, we'd generally read the same books, and someone would disagree with a point, someone else would chime in with agreement or disagreement, and chaos [and occasional name-calling]would erupt. Often, someone would jump up from the table to fetch an encyclopedia volume in order to gleefully prove someone wrong, wrong, WRONG.

I recall specific knock-down-drag-outs over the differences between rifles and muskets; exactly what makes slugs curl up and die when you sprinkle salt on them; how you get electricity from a potato; whether Arthur Holmwood and Lord Godalming from Dracula were one and the same person; which was the cooler truck, Kenworth or Peterbilt *facepalm*. Not intellectually earth-shattering by any means, but at the time they seemed soooo important.

My parents seemed content enough to let us wrangle, intervening only when someone cried or called somebody else a nasty name, which happened a lot. Maybe they thought the rigor of debate was good for us, and maybe, in some ways, it was, but it only served to make me anxious. It was years before I realized that dinner should probably be mellow and relaxed, not interspersed with shouting and running for How Things Work.

This past Christmas, I found myself in an argument with my brother over the publishing date of The Hobbit, complete with raised voices and fetching a copy of the book. When I'm home, I revert to childhood; I didn't even realize I'd fallen into that familiar pattern until after dinner, when I had an urge to take my dessert and creep into a corner all alone.

So now, my general style of debate is pretty relaxed. I don't like to natter on and on; I'd rather let someone else have the last word, even if I'm muttering "E pur si muove" Galileo-style under my breath. ;D And at cons, I like to listen, and occasionally involve myself in friendly debate, but if it gets sticky or emotional, I'll back away. And all due to dinnertime, chez Alex. It's amazing, isn't it, how profound childhood experience is, and how long it lasts?
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To soothe the savage breast [14 May 2008|03:28pm]
Some Handel - Arrival of the Queen of Sheba from "Solomon." One of my favorite baroque pieces. I love big, full treatments of this piece, but this one is on the spare side. Still lovely.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WqVghNoxs5Y


ETA: Surely I wasn't the only one who wanted the Star Wars Throne Room music as a wedding recessional!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jSZB0NjRqzc
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My eyes, MY EYES [13 May 2008|08:47pm]
[ mood | Horrified. And you? ]

I would have sworn on all the blessed heads of the saints that I'd have never looked at a photo of Ewan in a homoerotic embrace with another man and said "Ick."

That said...

Look...IF YOU DARE. )

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Toast in Narnia [13 May 2008|11:36am]
Oh, so Laura's comment to my last post reminded me that I saw the first Narnia movie. I liked it pretty well. The kids were cute and not obnoxious the way movie kids can sometimes be [Anakin, anyone?], the sets were pretty, it was nifty though a little weird to hear Liam as Aslan, and Tilda Swinton looked swell in that chainmail dress. Also, James MacAvoy was kind of a sweetie.

The Christian allegories didn't irritate me, though I found some of them a bit peculiar. And...Father Christmas in Narnia? So people and animals and other assorted creatures in Narnia could be Christian? That was bizarre.

But what really killed me was the tea and toast and cakes. In Narnia. I don't know why, it just tickled me. And then, of course, it occurred to me that there was tea and toast and cakes in Middle-earth too. All those fantastical situations and emblems, and there's this cozy British snack in the middle of it. Can't you picture Tolkien and C.S. Lewis sitting in the Eagle and Child over a pint and mulling it over?

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Lewis: I've been chewing on a bit of a stumper, Ronald.

Tolkien: What's that, old chap?

Lewis: Well, it's the food problem, I'm afraid.

Tolkien: Bubble-and-squeak not to your liking?

Lewis: Not the food here, Ronald. It's Narnia, you see. I need a proper refreshment for old Tumnus, and I can't quite get a grasp on the correct nomenclature, if you follow.

Tolkien: Rubbish. What's wrong with tea and toast?

Lewis: Hm. Well, Ronald, it doesn't seem quite...

Tolkien: Look here, old fruit. It's terribly simple. Everyone loves tea and toast. A bit of jam, a scone or two, and Bob's your uncle. Good lord, if I had to re-invent every bit of scenery in Middle-earth, I'd never finish the blasted book. If it's good enough for Bilbo Baggins, it's good enough for ruddy Narnia, isn't it?

Lewis: [sighing] I suppose so, old chap. Ta.

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Oh! I had a dream about Aragorn and Boromir last night. They were in my mother's house, sleeping on the living room sofa/bed in full battle armor. Too uneventful. I was REALLY excited, though, and I watched over them. They were really beautiful in repose. And then our long-dead crazy calico cat, Morris [hey, I didn't name her!] came and sat on top of the sofa and watched them.
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*waves* [13 May 2008|08:45am]
Hi everyone. I'm alive and...well, alive, anyway. The stupid fever didn't want to let me go, so I had to go to the doctor yesterday. I probably should have gone on Saturday, but whatever. Anyhoo, I feel like I've been flattened by a truck, but I have antibiotics and I suppose that'll help a lot.

So if I've missed anything particularly great or terrible, let me know. I haven't been ultra-focused recently. :-/
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Fevah [10 May 2008|11:14am]
So I was tired and cranky yesterday because of incipient fever. *facepalm* You'd think I'd be able to tell by now when one's approaching - I get tired and cranky and achy.

I went home and slept for an hour and a half - or kind of slept. It was more that lovely floaty state of semi-consciousness where your imagination is overactive and you could *swear* there are other people in the room with you. Mild delirium, I guess, but it feels nice.

So blah blah blah and I still had a fever at three a.m. which was worrisome, but it seems to have gone now. My lips are burnt again - ow. I feel like a wrung-out dishrag. But I have plans this evening so I'd better perk up.

At least I have no chores, having more or less done them throughout the week. I think I'll go resume Troy which I started last night and couldn't finish.

Random observations in half an hour's viewing:

- Orli is beautiful. Way prettier than Helen.
- Eric Bana is damn handsome, and I loved his little gasp upon seeing his baby son.
- Sean is also damn handsome, but I don't like his curly mullet. It distracted me from looking at his legs. *sad*
- Brad Pitt got really bulky, but I still find him phenomenally unsexy.
- Brendan Gleeson and Brian Cox are perfect as brothers. Even if they're using their Irish and Scottish accents respectively.
- I hate the Chorus of Woe and Sorrow and Gloom.
- Orli's pelvic bones! My, my.

The movie's pure cheese, but it's fun. Well, back to it. Have a swell day.
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[09 May 2008|08:33am]
Oh my god. So cranky. So tired.

Please share something nice with me. Picture, anecdote, song... anything. I could really use some cheering up. :-/
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Steampunk [08 May 2008|10:20am]
Article nicked from [info]rm.

http://www.nytimes.com/2008/05/08/fashion/08PUNK.html

I haven't had a chance to read the article closely yet. I like steampunk fashion a lot, but I wonder why the sudden resurgence. I kind of thought it was a ten-or-twelve years ago thing. I remember a minor steampunk movement in Philly in the mid 90s, but I didn't personally know anyone who participated.

Awhile back [info]phantomminuet had a fashion poll in which she asked what we would change about our look if we could. I just said that I'd have everything custom-made. It's all about the fit. The brown velvet frock coat that [info]temve made me fits wonderfully well, because she made it to my measurements. And even when I weigh more, or less, it still fits well because it's perfectly proportioned.

It would do well as a steampunk garment, come to think of it. I'd need a top hat and veil, and a silk waistcoat and a watch chain hung with cogs and gears.

Maybe I should do a steampunk Halloween costume this year.
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Oh, SQUEEE. [07 May 2008|04:34pm]
The Special Edition of Caravaggio, Region 1, is available for pre-order on Amazon.

http://www.amazon.com/Caravaggio-Special-Sean-Bean/dp/B0016QNSFG/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=dvd&qid=1210199452&sr=1-1

Veal!Sean! Boykissing! Tilda Swinton! Weird Derek Jarman stuff!

Of COURSE I pre-ordered it. Eheheehe.
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*WEEPS* [07 May 2008|11:21am]
I meant to do this awhile ago, but I forgot. Now - now I'm hurting, I've got to lash out, and you're all going to suffer with me.

Remember I saw the Ralph Bakshi LOTR awhile back? Well, I'd like to share some pictures of the, um, heroes.

Yknow, my lack of enthusiasm for LOTR as a kid can probably be traced back to this freakin' nightmare.

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Here we have a very creepy Frodo explaining to UzbekistaniGrandma!Sam that in Bree, people often go without pants. Apache!Aragorn looks on approvingly.


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Frodo needs a cuddle. I think even hardcore Aragorn/Frodo shippers would be repelled by this picture.

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Yes, this is Legolas. I just...it hurts. A lot.

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Boromir. Gondor has no pants. Gondor needs no pants.

I hope I've brightened your day a little. Now I need to go write Peter Jackson a nice thank-you note. See ya.
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blergh [07 May 2008|08:52am]
Your mother, your doctor, and all those magazine articles are right: there's really no substitute for a good night's sleep. I am totally dragging my arse. I truly wish I were one of those people able to thrive on four or five hours of sleep per night, but I'm not. I need at *least* six. I got maybe four.

I've been pretty busy. My older brother and his wife are in town, my niece just flew in from Pittsburgh yesterday, and I've been scribbling another LOTR fic. Granted, it's not a jet-setting lifestyle, but when you live in New Mexico, the land of manana, sudden change can be unnerving. ;) So tonight I think I'll just kick back and try to go to bed early. *crosses fingers*

*

What about my new icon, eh? Wouldn't Sean make a SPLENDID Ilya Kuryakin? With Viggo, all neat and buttoned up, as Napoleon? Of course, we'd have to graft Viggo's most excellent Russian accent onto Sean's voice...or Viggo could be the Russian and Sean the hip, mod English spy guy - nevermind it. I think they should do a Sixties spy adventure together. Where they're adversarial and snarky and SCREW LIKE MINKS at every given opportunity.

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Hope your day is peachy-keen, jellybeans.
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If only I'd picked Sexburga. [06 May 2008|11:13am]
The coolest thing about being a Catholic adolescent was the sacrament of Confirmation. In brief, it's a ceremony in which an already baptized individual makes a choice to become a soldier of Christ [like we had a choice - bitch, PLEASE]. They didn't call it the Church Militant for nothing, goshdarnit.

So it's kind of a big deal, or else it used to be. I remember my own confirmation - the bishop presided. The candidate kneels before him, he calls upon the Holy Spirit to enter her heart, and then lightly strikes her on each cheek. Except when I was confirmed, the bishop really must have been feeling his oats, because the blows he gave me were somewhat vigorous. But I was dazzled by his tremendous height - he was something like six foot four - his handsomeness, and his embroidered vestments, so my only reaction was "Yay! The bishop hit me!"

But anyway, back to the cool part. The cool part of confirmation is being able to choose a new name, which you can add to your roster, as it were. I have a middle name and a confirmation name - my confirmation name is Cecilia. I chose it because Saint Cecilia is the patroness of music. I think she might have been one of those virgin martyrs, too, which isn't necessarily something one wants to aspire to become. ;)

My nephews are being confirmed today. One chose the name Peter, which is fine, I suppose, but my other nephew chose Titus, which is AWESOME. I wish I'd chosen something cool like Ecclesiastica or Glodesind [isn't that Middle-earth-esque?] or Syncletia or Wiltrudis. Damn it.
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Wee adorkable baby boys [05 May 2008|12:23pm]
We all go through our awkward phase!

wee dorky sean )

wee dorky viggo )

wee dorky bono )

wee dorky ewan )

Do you have any adorkable shots of your heroes as wee weans? Show me!
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Mah brains have leaked out [04 May 2008|09:16pm]
I've had a total airhead weekend. Listened to ABBA, talked clothes and makeup with [info]kimberlite, bought two RILLY nifty eyeshadows at Wild Oats, of all places, rearranged my closet, repaired a loud studded and tasseled magenta handbag that was coming apart, painted my toenails, sorted my makeup bin.

I wrote a little, read a little, watched Richard III with Sir Ian McKellan as Richard "Who do I gotta kill?" the Third hisself. Saw it in the theaters what...ten, twelve years ago? It's still good. But mostly I listened to ABBA, danced around, primped, and was an utter bimbo. It was fun. :D

I've decided to hunt for a Scandinavian boyfriend. Preferably someone blondly virile with broad shoulders. Knowledge of English totally optional. :D

Look, I have a Boo from Monsters Inc. hairdo!

boo. )

So glad it's finally long enough to put up, just in time for summer. Also, the second picture is more reminiscent of my mother than any picture I've ever taken in my life. It also occurs to me that if I were thin, my face would be really, really long, like Jonny Rhys Meyers long. I'm only losing about two pounds every three weeks, but it shows up in my face first. Weird.

Hope you're having a good night/day/whatever. :D
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I HEART ABBA [02 May 2008|03:57pm]
Angeleyes

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5fgLuIqz_es


My sister had Volume 1 & 2 of their greatest hits [on LP, of course] and I used to swoon over their satin outfits. All I wanted, at eight years old, was to wear a satin jumpsuit, a chiffon scarf, a pair of Candies, and to disco dance on a light-up dance floor.

Wouldn't you know, god damn it, that by the time I was old enough to dance in clubs, there were no more light-up dance floors, no more Candies, and certainly no satin jumpsuits. *emo tear*
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meme [01 May 2008|10:34am]
[ mood | bored ]

Book Meme
snaked from [info]phantomminuet
What we have here are the top 106 books most often marked as "unread" by LibraryThing’s users. As in, they sit on the shelf to make you look smart or well-rounded. Bold the ones you've read, underline the ones you read for school, italicize the ones you started but didn't finish.

boox )

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Q/O - a retrospective [30 Apr 2008|03:41pm]
So I cruised by the MA list yesterday, just to see - looks like it's pretty active! Hee. Well, I'm glad the community's still active and willing to chat, though I see a list favorite *cough* has posted a challenge. Well, you mess with the bull, you get the horns, baby. :D

Because I was thinking Q/O thoughts yesterday, I went and took a brief look at my old stuff [well, just the titles, but you know]. I really haven't written many stories, but there are a few substantial ones, so maybe there's a balance. So just for kicks, here's a brief rundown of my work in the Q/O fandom, complete with a bit of commentary for each piece.

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Chiaroscuro - The first piece of fiction I wrote evah! I wrote it on Superbowl Sunday, late January I think, in 2000. It was an homage piece to a story by Ruth, the title of which escapes me at the moment. It was short, and I trembled to submit it because I admired the talented writers so. I still have a fondness for it.

Adumbration - Alex, do you like bondage? *snort* I don't think I let poor Obi-Wan get untied until the last chapter, and there were TWENTY of them. HA! Talk about fetishes! Also, I was still heavily influenced by Kass and Kate, and this story really reflects that. And it was my first attempt at a longer story, and I have a funny feeling it doesn't really hold up, read as a whole. But you'll have this, I suppose. I was still a novice!

Convergence - Now we're getting somewhere. And what about these super-slick single fifty-cent word titles, huh? Pretty damn impressive, dontcha think? :D Anyway, this is when I started to dip my toe into a style of my own. And I wrote an OFC, which is never a popular fandom choice, so it's probably a good thing I didn't know it at the time. I didn't really have a model for her [her name was Cenchrea Teresh, and she was Obi-Wan's master], but I think Sian used Sigourney Weaver in the zine. I did have a physical model for the other Jedi, Kir-Sal Freyn [I'm amazed I can remember these names] - it was Tom Hulce. Heh. Convergence also marked the first appearance of Xanatos and Bruck Chun in one of my stories, and the first appearance of Umak Leth, a canon EU character, a scientist, who I changed from male to female because I was cranky at the lack of cool chicks in the SW universe. It's far from perfect, but I still have a deep affection for this fic.

Research and Development - A short piece, just a wee one-off, but it had some nice menacing potential.

Reciprocity - aka Switch. Xanatos, in snarky-nasty rather than PURE EVIL mode, kidnaps Obi-Wan and switches bodies with him, with the help of Umak Leth, in order to take revenge on Qui-Gon. Mayhem, sex, and comedy ensues! I noted that Obi-Wan's age in the story was sixteen, but I was really envisioning him at fourteen. So it was chan-y to start, but really, I wrote it borderline unacceptable. Mwahahaha.

Untitled - A little fic that was a response to the 9-11 disaster. I questioned its appropriateness, but in the end I wanted to pay tribute to the rescuers, especially to my friend Bob, an FBI agent, who carried people from Ground Zero to the ferries, God love him.

Lullaby - Ahhh. Xanatos as incubus. This might have been my first November Noncon tale, or perhaps it was a Halloween fic, I can't quite remember. But I liked writing it, and I still like it. It's Xan's POV, and it's terribly mocking and evil.

Eminent Domain - I think everyone probably has a fic that they've written that wasn't too popular, or that got a sort of uneasy response. This might be one of my favorite fics EVAH! It's not that it's a masterpiece or anything, but I was beginning to play with a darker, grimmer storyline, with OC personalities, with more complicated plots, and with the notion [gasp gasp] that the Jedi were far from perfect. I loved developing this particular romance between Qui-Gon and Obi-Wan because they already had entanglements. Also, more Umak Leth in this story, and I really liked playing with her in terms of her relationship with Palpatine. Also, I created a character I liked and still managed to kill - not an easy thing, for me. Writing this laid the groundwork for Sacred and Profane in a lot of respects, and I just felt it was a worthy project overall, even though I think it was too depressing for a lot of folks.

Beyond the Pale - You would not believe what a bitch this was to write. Comedy is hard! But I can't deny this is another favorite. Featuring snotty!Xanatos, dull-witted!Bruck, stickuphisass!Obi-Wan, and dudewithapast!Qui-Gon, it kinda just frothily speeds its way along. Some fun peril, some fun sex - just sort of a romp. Good times.

Adrift - A one-off in Merry's Academic Arcadia universe. Two men, a car, a cold night, a little frottage. More good times.

Round My Heart Entwine - As I recall, this was for the fifth anniversary of the list. It's probably the sweetest piece I've ever done, mood-wise. Not my usual turf, but it has some nice moments.

Honor to the Vanquished - a November Noncon piece. The bookends of desert-dwelling Ben are far more interesting than the actual meat of the story. It happens. Mostly when I try to write noncon, which I love but obviously still feel guilty about!

The Star to Every Wand'ring Bark - another NN piece, but this one using the Whore!Qui-Gon bunny as a frame. Some nicely written bits, but awkward in length and ultimately unsatisfying to me somehow, though it's too close to think how I might have done it better.

I've also written a number of TPM100 drabbles, all accessible on the [info]tpm100 community.

So there it is. Almost nine years of Q/O. Not a huge output, but some of those stories took a loooong time to write, and of course I worked on other stuff at the time as well. It was fun to reminisce. Hope you enjoyed reading. :)
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sic transit gloria mundi [29 Apr 2008|12:36pm]
So yesterday [info]emila_wan posed the question Is anyone reading or writing Q/O anymore? There were a few not-reallys, a couple of not-anymores, a few never-say-dies. I was a not-anymore. And it saddens me, a little.

It's funny, because for a couple of years now I've been saying that I think I'm burned out on Q/O, bla bla BLA bla, but clung tenaciously to the roots of the fandom - the MA list, the archive, fellow Q/O pals on LJ. But last night, after reading that post and the responses, I did a little walkabout. Went to the list, went to the archive, even trolled jedi_news a bit even though 99% of what's posted there is totally unappealing to me. Went to quiobisupport... saw it all again, and just didn't feel that electric buzz anymore.

But maybe pairing burnout is inevitable, whenever it happens. I wouldn't know; Q/O is my first pairing, and I was intense about it. Too intense, maybe - but maybe that comes with a first pairing too. I have no desire to write it, and not much to read it, which makes me feel a little melancholy, and a little disloyal. Is that weird? It feels a little weird, since I've always considered myself to be on the fringe of the fandom anyway.

Weirder still is that the same sort of feeling hasn't occurred with LOTR, or not yet at least. I mean, I love the pairings I've been reading, but I've been a lot less freak-out about the whole thing, and concentrating on a balance of fictional fannishness and actor love. I don't feel like I need to discuss pairings, or writing, or any of the things I used to discuss with such feverish attention.

Perhaps I shouldn't expect it to be the same. Maybe I burned out all my intensity on Q/O, and maybe that's just as well. I consider myself a passionate person, and this could just be a redirection of that passion.

How do you feel about burning out on a fandom? Does it make you sad, or indifferent, or just excited to find something new? Help a girl out here.
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