was there ever any doubt?
May. 13th, 2007 06:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
minxyYup, so here I am, still alive, still kicking... still busy as heck and reduced to a weekend LJ-er. It's seriously cutting into my fic-reading schedule, as you may imagine. Then again, the ending of my show was likely to have had the same effect eventually.
And I am wierdly mono-fannish, if you hadn't noticed. I read in lots of fandoms, but I'm only *driven* to participate in one, usually. I dig Supernatural, and I actually managed to watch most of the ep on Thursday (my housemate's occasional interruptions with entertaining conversation notwithstanding) but it's still not challenging Stargate as my first love. Maybe if Stargate abdicates the throne, but not before, likely.
So for now I'm just watching SPN when I remember to and occasionally soaking up a little fanfiction when I have the time. Much like I am with Farscape, actually.
So.
Um. I've been up to stuff? I seem to be golden child at work and can do no wrong, even when I'm challenging the title of a paper by our collaborator (it seems to be welcome to challenge on those grounds in the manner that I did.) I have friends coming already on Tuesday and I'm barely settled in, but they know that and are prepared to haul themselves off to Disneyland or pack a book over to the beach on days I'd really like to be at work.
I raced on Saturday after a mere single practice with this team. It's a type of paddling that I've done before but never with such focus. It's long distance and so I stepped into a 10 mile race with little but my dry-land fitness and a deep love of the water to keep my upper body working, but I loved every minute. Team is good, sport is good, there's a really cute boy on the team who is probably younger than I am. On this team everyone seems to be younger than I am, save the coaches. It leads to some worry about practice scheduling and pressure to be there so early in the evening on work days. But really it led to overhearing one of the girls saying to another that they'd been called kids by another team 'just because we don't have 30 or 40-year-olds.' I told her that I'd be 30 in a little over a month and she blinked a few times and said 'you're not 30!'
I mean. Dude. I will be come July. I have proof. *flashes three forms of government ID with date of birth*
Why don't people ever believe me? I find this to be key because big round number birthdays should be celebrated and it's harder to do that if people don't believe you that it's a round number. S' my point.
I'm trying to think about my remix, but it's possible that my setting things earlier with a different POV might be too outside the original fic. But these are the actions that reverberate all throughout the remix story, so I'm inclined to try it and see if Synec will read beta for me again and give it the go ahead. (Duuuude, I know the mod! *drops names*)
Anyway, that is precisely all the fannish I got going on. I'm doing some drive-by reading and commenting on stories, but the chances of my organizing myself into proper reccing are low, methinks. I'll understand if this means I'll lose your attention. I think I've got to do another little trim of the flist soon. I can not keep up.
It makes me happy whenever I do log on and see all of you here, though. I hope you are well.
And I am wierdly mono-fannish, if you hadn't noticed. I read in lots of fandoms, but I'm only *driven* to participate in one, usually. I dig Supernatural, and I actually managed to watch most of the ep on Thursday (my housemate's occasional interruptions with entertaining conversation notwithstanding) but it's still not challenging Stargate as my first love. Maybe if Stargate abdicates the throne, but not before, likely.
So for now I'm just watching SPN when I remember to and occasionally soaking up a little fanfiction when I have the time. Much like I am with Farscape, actually.
So.
Um. I've been up to stuff? I seem to be golden child at work and can do no wrong, even when I'm challenging the title of a paper by our collaborator (it seems to be welcome to challenge on those grounds in the manner that I did.) I have friends coming already on Tuesday and I'm barely settled in, but they know that and are prepared to haul themselves off to Disneyland or pack a book over to the beach on days I'd really like to be at work.
I raced on Saturday after a mere single practice with this team. It's a type of paddling that I've done before but never with such focus. It's long distance and so I stepped into a 10 mile race with little but my dry-land fitness and a deep love of the water to keep my upper body working, but I loved every minute. Team is good, sport is good, there's a really cute boy on the team who is probably younger than I am. On this team everyone seems to be younger than I am, save the coaches. It leads to some worry about practice scheduling and pressure to be there so early in the evening on work days. But really it led to overhearing one of the girls saying to another that they'd been called kids by another team 'just because we don't have 30 or 40-year-olds.' I told her that I'd be 30 in a little over a month and she blinked a few times and said 'you're not 30!'
I mean. Dude. I will be come July. I have proof. *flashes three forms of government ID with date of birth*
Why don't people ever believe me? I find this to be key because big round number birthdays should be celebrated and it's harder to do that if people don't believe you that it's a round number. S' my point.
I'm trying to think about my remix, but it's possible that my setting things earlier with a different POV might be too outside the original fic. But these are the actions that reverberate all throughout the remix story, so I'm inclined to try it and see if Synec will read beta for me again and give it the go ahead. (Duuuude, I know the mod! *drops names*)
Anyway, that is precisely all the fannish I got going on. I'm doing some drive-by reading and commenting on stories, but the chances of my organizing myself into proper reccing are low, methinks. I'll understand if this means I'll lose your attention. I think I've got to do another little trim of the flist soon. I can not keep up.
It makes me happy whenever I do log on and see all of you here, though. I hope you are well.