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Once my friend made this hilarious typo on AIM. Instead of typing hahahahahahaha, he wrote babababababababa. And then we cracked up a lot because it was the wee hours of the morning and we were both procrastinating very stressful homework and we were sort of desperate for a laugh. Or something.
I tried to compile a list of my favorite fandoms and found it kind of difficult to do. You see, half the time I don't even watch/read/access the source material. I just start reading the fanfiction and really liking it! Or, like, I'll find out about a new fandom from a crossover fic. I love crossover fics. When they're well done, I mean, but that should go without saying. Why would I love stupid bad crossover fics? I'm not a mother, with unconditional motherly love. THIS IS NO DISNEY FILM.
In the end, to figure out what my fandoms are, I went through my subscription list for various websites and here is what I came up with:
Airwolf, "Anime X-overs", Avatar: The Last Airbender, Bleach, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, "Buffy X-overs", Chrono Trigger, D N Angel, Danny Phantom, Dresden Files, there's a Death Note fic in my favorites even though I can't stand the show itself because the fic is a total crackfic AU, Detective Conan, Discworld, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Eyeshield 21, Fantastic 4, Final Fantasy VII, oh hey I guess there are some Firefly fics here, Fullmetal Alchemist, Good Omens, Gundam Wing, Halo, Harry Potter, Iron Man, Justice League, Katekyo Hitman Reborn, Legend of Zelda, Magnificent Seven, Mass Effect, Metal Gear, Naruto, One Piece, Phoenix Wright, Pokemon, Prototype, Spider-Man, Star Control 2, Star Trek, Star Wars, Stargate Atlantis, Stargate SG-1, Static Shock, Supernatural, Transformers, World of Warcraft, X-Men Movieverse, Yu Yu Hakusho, Yu-Gi-Oh
ALSO:
Psychonauts, Yakitate!! Japan, Hikaru no Go, Magic Kaito (which is set in the same 'verse as Detective Conan so I guess I said this one already), The Sentinel, Life on Mars, Due South, Cthulhu Mythos, From Eroica With Love, Ranma 1/2, Doraemon, 1/0, Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro, Vorkosigan Saga, Earthbound, Team Fortress 2
AND DON'T FORGET:
Ruby Quest, There She Is, Cable and Deadpool, Deadpool in general, Freakazoid, Monkey Island, The Law of Ueki, Hellsing, Vagrant Story, Trinity Blood, the Avengers, Girl Genius, Cave Story, Zork, Dinosaur Comics, Kingdom Hearts (man I have a love/hate relationship with that fandom and I've never even played the games), Durarara, Franken Fran, Greek Mythology, Trauma Center, Codex Alera, War Between the Pitiful Teachers and the Splendid Kids, DS9, Yotsuba&!, Smallville, Nurarihyon no Mago, Temeraire
Well.
The interesting thing is that, for the majority of these, I either really am totally ignorant of the canon, or I am sort of aware of it BUT I find it really dull or somehow repulsive or in some other way unengaging. It's more like... I'm interested in the LOOSE ENDS, and the POTENTIAL, which is where all the good fanfiction comes in anyways. I'm sort of interested in the possibilities suggested by the world or the characters and whatever, and I like it when a fanfic author does a really interesting job developing that and spinning it out into something AWESOME.
Isn't it ironic when fanfic authors can be more talented and just better writers sometimes than the canon source? It's kind of pathetic if you think about it, but also pretty thrilling each time it happens, because unlike the canon source, the fanfic source is as constant and endless as Cthulu. Oh yeah. I went there.
Ok so I have to make some corrections to my previous posts. I recently bought a blood orange to see if there really was a difference AND ACTUALLY they are kind of delicious in a way normal oranges are not, but also different yet again from tangerines and mandarins. So I suppose there is indeed a subtle difference between blood orange flavored stuff and... just orange.
ALSO I STOLE A PINKBERRY STAMP I feel bad about it though so I'm going to return it today sneakily in a way that hopefully does not have them noticing I'm putting it back. I just wanted to see if I could, and I went with a friend to get some Pinkberry and they went into the back to make her smoothie so I went 'umm hmmm' *YOINK* and had the stamp in my pocket before you could say 'Well, butter my crumpets and call me Maude!'
Ok though, I'll be honest, the reason I'm returning it isn't entirely because of guilt. I'm also returning it because it's defective - instead of stamping out little Pinkberry logos, it stamps out STARS. I think that this particular pinkberry lost their stamp or something so they replaced it with a star stamp? I dunno. Either way it makes it effectively useless for defrauding the system - but also, I feel bad for taking it! It was more a 'hmm I wonder if I could actually do this!' sort of moment than a premeditated plotted moment of thievery.
My friend was very impressed though when she realized what I'd done because she hadn't even noticed, she was like WOAH YOU ARE BADASS and I said BITCH PLEASE and then we hi-fived and put on some bling-bling and strolled down the street together waving our bums to and fro. Yeah. Exactly like that.
It does mean, though, that I spent the last half hour before falling asleep preoccupied with plans of how to replace the pinkberry stamp without them noticing. And I decided, rather than buying a smoothie and hoping there's only one person working the register and they will go into the back to make the smoothie and I can replace it then... Well, rather than hoping for all that, I'll just come in and get a free pinkberry yogurt anyways because I actually have a legit stamp card that is full of legit stamps that I've been waiting to use for when the pinkberry urge next strikes me, which might just be today. And then, I'll either drop my wallet, or stoop down to tie my shoes... and be like "Hey guys, is this yours? It was on the floor." And that way they can maybe think that, oh, no one stole it last night! It just fell and we didn't notice it!
If it was me behind the counter, I'd be like 'oh. this person stole it. but now they're returning it awkwardly because it's a star stamp. lame, but at least it saves us trouble, so kind of nice of them in a way.' Something I learned from reading Agatha Christie mysteries is that if something goes missing and no one can find it AND THEN one of the suspects suddenly magically finds it... suspect them as having been the original thief. It's so obvious too. I mean, if I worked at pinkberry, and I'd mopped the floors, I think I'd have NOTICED if the stamp was on the floor right over there. So I'd be mighty suspicious if someone 'found' it. Or, like, once this stupid kid who for some reason I was friends with stole my backpack. And then I looked EVERYWHERE for it and was rly mad, and I suspected him because he held long grudges and I knew he had one against me at the moment for some stupid reason. And then when it was time to leave and go back to school (this was on a field trip) and I was about to go to the head teachers to let them know that I thought someone had stolen my backpack, this particular kid went 'oh look, I found it! It was on the bus seat. You left it there all along,' and I turned to him and said "AH. You stole it. You fucking stinker!" because I'd checked that bus seat several times already and knew it hadn't been there, and I knew he'd just wanted to make me stress out the whole trip for no damn reason because he was a lame idiot who sucked. And it was him, as it turns out, because these tendencies of human behavior are really kind of obvious if you think about it.
Speaking of this friend, he tried to contact me lately! I have no idea why he would be under the illusion I'd want to hear from him after about five years of silence, so I will just pretend I never got his e-mail to an account I barely check anymore anyways. Thankfully, though I have a facebook, I am invisible on it so that people like him cannot find me, moo hoo hoo.
New York subway systems have these advertisements in them that I really like (did I mention I'm in NYC for a few days, by the way? Because I am) and these advertisements are advertising some big theater's new productions, which include things like Macbeth and so on, and the stars include people like FIONA SHAW and ALAN RICKMAN and they're performing Shakespeare in front of an audience and it's like... ok, it is kind of fucking awesome that the paid advertisements in the public transportation system are advertising the high arts, and it's kind of fucking awesome that the people starring in these arts are folk who get big-bucks movie deals all the time and really don't need to do Shakespeare on stage for their career or anything, but they still WANT to, which is cool and awesome and not very like the American actress's POV at all! And to advertise the high arts in a space usually reserved for things like liquor posters and Coca Cola adverts? It makes me realize what might be awesome about NYC after all...
But then I came home to my cousin's apartment and opened up an issue of the New Yorker and realized that it's a double-sided coin in any event, because the way in which the New Yorker talks about the arts is, in so many ways, very glib and superficial and not actually always that perceptive at all, and it made me realize that New York isn't an intellectual paradise. It's just a big city with enough money to afford luxuries like the arts, and enough people with high-falutin' tastes to make the art-investment worth it. I'm not sure if that observation really made any sense at all and it feels like I am kind of rambling and not being very coherent, and that I'm accidentally snipping my thoughts into glib and not-entirely-accurate shapes for the sake of spilling them out in quick progression, but oh well, this is just a silly blog after all, I can always ret-con things anyways HA HA.
It sucks that Hitler liked that particular mustache so very much, it means no one can wear that mustache anymore without being accused of being a Nazi. Or what about the name 'Adolf'? No one wants to name their kid that anymore! It's not like people avoid naming their kid Joseph because of Stalin. But then again, there's a ridiculous amount of Josephs out there, and not as many Adolfs, I suppose...
I was in a flowershop a few days ago and saw these GIANT orchids that were taller than I was, and each stem cost $20 or so, maybe it was even $30, but oh my god they were fucking gorgeous. Each bloom was the size of my fucking HAND, and the stems were so large that they were in fact wood, all twisty and grainy, instead of being green floppy things like they are for tiny orchids you normally see in supermarkets.
I actually do not even know if they were properly orchids. They may have been some other flower that I just registered as 'orchid!' because they looked like them to me. Hmm... I tried some google-fu to see if I could find a photo of someone holding four-foot tall stalks of orchids, so I could at least maybe figure out the genus name in the process, but my google-fu skills are clearly not developed enough for this task... Image-searches for 'giant orchid' or 'giant phalaenopsis' do not yield any satisfactory results.
Oh wait! 'Giant cymbidium' yielded something! Man, who knew orchids could be so confusing. All I can say is, orchids may not be my favorite flower, but if I was filthy rich, I might actually consider buying several stems of these giant amazing orchids and placing them around the house because honestly it's like staring at a work of art, they're so bizarre and gigantic and yet kind of very beautiful.
What's the point of scented nail polish? I guess it must be so when you're picking your nose, at least it smells good.
I tried to compile a list of my favorite fandoms and found it kind of difficult to do. You see, half the time I don't even watch/read/access the source material. I just start reading the fanfiction and really liking it! Or, like, I'll find out about a new fandom from a crossover fic. I love crossover fics. When they're well done, I mean, but that should go without saying. Why would I love stupid bad crossover fics? I'm not a mother, with unconditional motherly love. THIS IS NO DISNEY FILM.
In the end, to figure out what my fandoms are, I went through my subscription list for various websites and here is what I came up with:
Airwolf, "Anime X-overs", Avatar: The Last Airbender, Bleach, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, "Buffy X-overs", Chrono Trigger, D N Angel, Danny Phantom, Dresden Files, there's a Death Note fic in my favorites even though I can't stand the show itself because the fic is a total crackfic AU, Detective Conan, Discworld, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Eyeshield 21, Fantastic 4, Final Fantasy VII, oh hey I guess there are some Firefly fics here, Fullmetal Alchemist, Good Omens, Gundam Wing, Halo, Harry Potter, Iron Man, Justice League, Katekyo Hitman Reborn, Legend of Zelda, Magnificent Seven, Mass Effect, Metal Gear, Naruto, One Piece, Phoenix Wright, Pokemon, Prototype, Spider-Man, Star Control 2, Star Trek, Star Wars, Stargate Atlantis, Stargate SG-1, Static Shock, Supernatural, Transformers, World of Warcraft, X-Men Movieverse, Yu Yu Hakusho, Yu-Gi-Oh
ALSO:
Psychonauts, Yakitate!! Japan, Hikaru no Go, Magic Kaito (which is set in the same 'verse as Detective Conan so I guess I said this one already), The Sentinel, Life on Mars, Due South, Cthulhu Mythos, From Eroica With Love, Ranma 1/2, Doraemon, 1/0, Majin Tantei Nougami Neuro, Vorkosigan Saga, Earthbound, Team Fortress 2
AND DON'T FORGET:
Ruby Quest, There She Is, Cable and Deadpool, Deadpool in general, Freakazoid, Monkey Island, The Law of Ueki, Hellsing, Vagrant Story, Trinity Blood, the Avengers, Girl Genius, Cave Story, Zork, Dinosaur Comics, Kingdom Hearts (man I have a love/hate relationship with that fandom and I've never even played the games), Durarara, Franken Fran, Greek Mythology, Trauma Center, Codex Alera, War Between the Pitiful Teachers and the Splendid Kids, DS9, Yotsuba&!, Smallville, Nurarihyon no Mago, Temeraire
Well.
The interesting thing is that, for the majority of these, I either really am totally ignorant of the canon, or I am sort of aware of it BUT I find it really dull or somehow repulsive or in some other way unengaging. It's more like... I'm interested in the LOOSE ENDS, and the POTENTIAL, which is where all the good fanfiction comes in anyways. I'm sort of interested in the possibilities suggested by the world or the characters and whatever, and I like it when a fanfic author does a really interesting job developing that and spinning it out into something AWESOME.
Isn't it ironic when fanfic authors can be more talented and just better writers sometimes than the canon source? It's kind of pathetic if you think about it, but also pretty thrilling each time it happens, because unlike the canon source, the fanfic source is as constant and endless as Cthulu. Oh yeah. I went there.
Ok so I have to make some corrections to my previous posts. I recently bought a blood orange to see if there really was a difference AND ACTUALLY they are kind of delicious in a way normal oranges are not, but also different yet again from tangerines and mandarins. So I suppose there is indeed a subtle difference between blood orange flavored stuff and... just orange.
ALSO I STOLE A PINKBERRY STAMP I feel bad about it though so I'm going to return it today sneakily in a way that hopefully does not have them noticing I'm putting it back. I just wanted to see if I could, and I went with a friend to get some Pinkberry and they went into the back to make her smoothie so I went 'umm hmmm' *YOINK* and had the stamp in my pocket before you could say 'Well, butter my crumpets and call me Maude!'
Ok though, I'll be honest, the reason I'm returning it isn't entirely because of guilt. I'm also returning it because it's defective - instead of stamping out little Pinkberry logos, it stamps out STARS. I think that this particular pinkberry lost their stamp or something so they replaced it with a star stamp? I dunno. Either way it makes it effectively useless for defrauding the system - but also, I feel bad for taking it! It was more a 'hmm I wonder if I could actually do this!' sort of moment than a premeditated plotted moment of thievery.
My friend was very impressed though when she realized what I'd done because she hadn't even noticed, she was like WOAH YOU ARE BADASS and I said BITCH PLEASE and then we hi-fived and put on some bling-bling and strolled down the street together waving our bums to and fro. Yeah. Exactly like that.
It does mean, though, that I spent the last half hour before falling asleep preoccupied with plans of how to replace the pinkberry stamp without them noticing. And I decided, rather than buying a smoothie and hoping there's only one person working the register and they will go into the back to make the smoothie and I can replace it then... Well, rather than hoping for all that, I'll just come in and get a free pinkberry yogurt anyways because I actually have a legit stamp card that is full of legit stamps that I've been waiting to use for when the pinkberry urge next strikes me, which might just be today. And then, I'll either drop my wallet, or stoop down to tie my shoes... and be like "Hey guys, is this yours? It was on the floor." And that way they can maybe think that, oh, no one stole it last night! It just fell and we didn't notice it!
If it was me behind the counter, I'd be like 'oh. this person stole it. but now they're returning it awkwardly because it's a star stamp. lame, but at least it saves us trouble, so kind of nice of them in a way.' Something I learned from reading Agatha Christie mysteries is that if something goes missing and no one can find it AND THEN one of the suspects suddenly magically finds it... suspect them as having been the original thief. It's so obvious too. I mean, if I worked at pinkberry, and I'd mopped the floors, I think I'd have NOTICED if the stamp was on the floor right over there. So I'd be mighty suspicious if someone 'found' it. Or, like, once this stupid kid who for some reason I was friends with stole my backpack. And then I looked EVERYWHERE for it and was rly mad, and I suspected him because he held long grudges and I knew he had one against me at the moment for some stupid reason. And then when it was time to leave and go back to school (this was on a field trip) and I was about to go to the head teachers to let them know that I thought someone had stolen my backpack, this particular kid went 'oh look, I found it! It was on the bus seat. You left it there all along,' and I turned to him and said "AH. You stole it. You fucking stinker!" because I'd checked that bus seat several times already and knew it hadn't been there, and I knew he'd just wanted to make me stress out the whole trip for no damn reason because he was a lame idiot who sucked. And it was him, as it turns out, because these tendencies of human behavior are really kind of obvious if you think about it.
Speaking of this friend, he tried to contact me lately! I have no idea why he would be under the illusion I'd want to hear from him after about five years of silence, so I will just pretend I never got his e-mail to an account I barely check anymore anyways. Thankfully, though I have a facebook, I am invisible on it so that people like him cannot find me, moo hoo hoo.
New York subway systems have these advertisements in them that I really like (did I mention I'm in NYC for a few days, by the way? Because I am) and these advertisements are advertising some big theater's new productions, which include things like Macbeth and so on, and the stars include people like FIONA SHAW and ALAN RICKMAN and they're performing Shakespeare in front of an audience and it's like... ok, it is kind of fucking awesome that the paid advertisements in the public transportation system are advertising the high arts, and it's kind of fucking awesome that the people starring in these arts are folk who get big-bucks movie deals all the time and really don't need to do Shakespeare on stage for their career or anything, but they still WANT to, which is cool and awesome and not very like the American actress's POV at all! And to advertise the high arts in a space usually reserved for things like liquor posters and Coca Cola adverts? It makes me realize what might be awesome about NYC after all...
But then I came home to my cousin's apartment and opened up an issue of the New Yorker and realized that it's a double-sided coin in any event, because the way in which the New Yorker talks about the arts is, in so many ways, very glib and superficial and not actually always that perceptive at all, and it made me realize that New York isn't an intellectual paradise. It's just a big city with enough money to afford luxuries like the arts, and enough people with high-falutin' tastes to make the art-investment worth it. I'm not sure if that observation really made any sense at all and it feels like I am kind of rambling and not being very coherent, and that I'm accidentally snipping my thoughts into glib and not-entirely-accurate shapes for the sake of spilling them out in quick progression, but oh well, this is just a silly blog after all, I can always ret-con things anyways HA HA.
It sucks that Hitler liked that particular mustache so very much, it means no one can wear that mustache anymore without being accused of being a Nazi. Or what about the name 'Adolf'? No one wants to name their kid that anymore! It's not like people avoid naming their kid Joseph because of Stalin. But then again, there's a ridiculous amount of Josephs out there, and not as many Adolfs, I suppose...
I was in a flowershop a few days ago and saw these GIANT orchids that were taller than I was, and each stem cost $20 or so, maybe it was even $30, but oh my god they were fucking gorgeous. Each bloom was the size of my fucking HAND, and the stems were so large that they were in fact wood, all twisty and grainy, instead of being green floppy things like they are for tiny orchids you normally see in supermarkets.
I actually do not even know if they were properly orchids. They may have been some other flower that I just registered as 'orchid!' because they looked like them to me. Hmm... I tried some google-fu to see if I could find a photo of someone holding four-foot tall stalks of orchids, so I could at least maybe figure out the genus name in the process, but my google-fu skills are clearly not developed enough for this task... Image-searches for 'giant orchid' or 'giant phalaenopsis' do not yield any satisfactory results.
Oh wait! 'Giant cymbidium' yielded something! Man, who knew orchids could be so confusing. All I can say is, orchids may not be my favorite flower, but if I was filthy rich, I might actually consider buying several stems of these giant amazing orchids and placing them around the house because honestly it's like staring at a work of art, they're so bizarre and gigantic and yet kind of very beautiful.
What's the point of scented nail polish? I guess it must be so when you're picking your nose, at least it smells good.
