People Next Door are playing... Christmas music? at a volume that's making my floor vibrate. Making up for that entire week during which they could not annoy me. Oh, People Next Door, one day I will have my vengeance.
Today in class I found that Spaced has provided me with a coping mechanism for any outbreaks of modern art. Whenever I am subjected to things like harp-plonking accompaniment to someone wailing an e.e. cummings poem or giant plastic heads lurking in gloomy rooms, my brain helpfully supplies, "It's finiiiished," at the end and I feel good about the world again.
Aside from intense loathing of anything and everything related to school (I had an entire week off! It was the barest taste of freedom, and then they yanked it away from me and condemned me to another two weeks of slog!) I am feeling pretty good about the world in general right now. I kind of forget just how much I need fannishness in my life to keep me happy. It's been almost ten months to the day that I finally gave in to bandom, and having some new shiny to explore is like spring in my pervy, shippy little heart.
It's oddly refreshing having a media fandom again. RPF fandom spoiled me for constant updates, new canon all the time, gimme gimme, and that was totally lovely, don't get me wrong. But it's sort of pleasant, having the anticipation of waiting an entire week before I can have new things to play with. And I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a bit of a relief, not having to maintain the kind of compartmentalization I do with bandom. Whenever I get too enthusiastic about something in bandom, there's always this little niggling worry that I'm turning into one of the nutter fans or starting to forget that three quarters of whatever I'm loving isn't real. Or that Pete Wentz is out there somewhere reading the same fic I am. But media fandom! I can tinhat to my heart's content because the people aren't real. It's a beautiful thing.
Today in class I found that Spaced has provided me with a coping mechanism for any outbreaks of modern art. Whenever I am subjected to things like harp-plonking accompaniment to someone wailing an e.e. cummings poem or giant plastic heads lurking in gloomy rooms, my brain helpfully supplies, "It's finiiiished," at the end and I feel good about the world again.
Aside from intense loathing of anything and everything related to school (I had an entire week off! It was the barest taste of freedom, and then they yanked it away from me and condemned me to another two weeks of slog!) I am feeling pretty good about the world in general right now. I kind of forget just how much I need fannishness in my life to keep me happy. It's been almost ten months to the day that I finally gave in to bandom, and having some new shiny to explore is like spring in my pervy, shippy little heart.
It's oddly refreshing having a media fandom again. RPF fandom spoiled me for constant updates, new canon all the time, gimme gimme, and that was totally lovely, don't get me wrong. But it's sort of pleasant, having the anticipation of waiting an entire week before I can have new things to play with. And I'd be lying if I said it wasn't a bit of a relief, not having to maintain the kind of compartmentalization I do with bandom. Whenever I get too enthusiastic about something in bandom, there's always this little niggling worry that I'm turning into one of the nutter fans or starting to forget that three quarters of whatever I'm loving isn't real. Or that Pete Wentz is out there somewhere reading the same fic I am. But media fandom! I can tinhat to my heart's content because the people aren't real. It's a beautiful thing.