One of those boring days
Things have been on the down-low: neither good nor bad. It's exam time-cum-break here at university, and in case you're wondering, no, teachers don't get time off until the official break. Ugh. Because I'm still a newbie, while everyone else goes off to grade meetings, I have to stay back and wait until they call me down to defend my students' scores. Bor-ring. So I'm stuck in front of the computer (and don't make me go into my throbbing wrist saga again, it's to be expected), with little to do but Google Supernatural stuff and anything else that tickles my fancy. I'm glutted up to here with the Winchester boys, and it's not a bad thing, but I like to have a little more today than this. And that's all she wrote.
Final thought: Dean Winchester is cute. Random or what?
Eighties flashback
Got together with Junie and Goldfinger tonight. Had a total gabfest and got caught up on all the gossip on my old high school classmates, who Junie met up with. Poor Goldfinger; he was sorta outta the loop, but he was sweet enough to come along. We watched Music and Lyrics, a silly little ropmantic comedy that was more comedy than romance, and that's okay. The love element was completely forced, even for me, one of the world's sappiest girls. But God - the parody of eighties music? Spot on! And I can say that, because I'm a true eighties baby. I grew up with MTV as the soundtrack to my life. I loved, loved, loved the Pop! music video shown at the beginning and end of the movie (some spoilers, so stop reading now if you haven't seen the movie and don't wanna know). It's like - no, wait, they did - take almost every corny eighties music video gimmick, threw them in together and jabbed the "blend" button about a dozen times. The goofy hair, the horrid matching costumes, the ruffles, the cheesy death sequence, the cheesy dream sequence, random popping up of the band, sad pelvically-focused dances, weird psychedelic set pieces, bad overacting, and the clothes on the girl in the video! Not to mention the totally random soap-opera reject plot (girl wants to leave, guy mourns and dies, is revived by babelicious nurse, dancing and singing ensues. Huh?). Oh God, and the synthesizer! Takes me back. It was just so wrong, it was right. The eighties was one of the worst moments in fashion, hands down, but the music and the downright corniness of it all - gotta love it. Made me smile, reminded me of being a carefree kid again and that's what it's important. Glad Junie convinced me to see it.
Final thought: It had a pretty good soundtrack, so go for that at least!
Why I will be laying off the Supernatural fanfiction...
I've been reading and writing fanfiction since I was in high school. Some of the stuff fans of shows churn out equals the quality (in some cases, exceeds) of the canon. Every show I really like (and there are only a few of those), I've read fanfic in. However, I think I'm gonna cool it down with Supernatural fanfic. Think a major aspect of it is my growing inner protest against "Wincest", a word which I feel is pretty self-explanatory, I'd suppose, but for those who are still going, "Whaaa?", Wincest is the name the SPN (Supernatural) fan community has given to Dean/Sam slash fanfiction or in even more crystal terms, fan-authored stories where the Winchester boys get it on. ("Winchester" plus "incest" - pretty clever.) Brotherly love, with an emphasis on the love. Uh huh, I don't get it either. Wait, okay, I get it, on an intellectual level. After all, hasn't Brokeback Mountain taught us that intimate relations between two smokin' hot men can be fantastic? And damn steamy? Uh...to sidetrack back to Wincest, I personally think it's a natural reaction to having a show with two attractive leads, who are more or less in every scene together, and no one else around. That was the case with the X-Files, too, and the consequence of that is - fans are gonna want some action to be had. I mean, you throw two good-looking people together, it's only so long before the natural voyeur in many of us start clamoring for them to do the mattress mambo. I should know; I was an avid Mulder/Scully shipper. I totally wanted them to get together. I cheered when they kissed - hell, I cheered when they gave each other significant looks. No one was more elated than me when Scully got knocked up and had Mulder's love child, and that sounds kinda horrible, but you have to understand it in the context of the show. So, I get wanting fictional characters to get it on. What I do not get about Wincest is that there is a huge hurdle for it be possible - they are BROTHERS. Like I said, two men hooking up is cool, especially when they're as luscious as the actors who play the Winchester brothers. But, hello, they play blood siblings. Asking them to engage in intimate behavior? That's downright gross! Incest - it's a taboo! Yet, you cannot believe the amount of fans out there who not only heartily support it, but write stories that describe, in vivid detail, how it would go down. And most are of the female persuasion. I'm all for suspension of disbelief, and et cetera, and I think it's perfectly okay for people to write this stuff, but I am not gonna read it anymore. I have combed through like dozens of stories, and only one involved a woman - and that was in a threesome. I know, I know, there are people out there who probably write the guys getting it on with other people, both of the same and opposite sex, but those are few and far between. If I have to read again about Sam pulling on Dean's delectable lip or Dean nibbling Sam's earlobe...ugh. I just don't see it happening. Two people, raised together, seeing each other everyday, having their relationship reinforced every second - how do you turn that around and have them schtupping each other? Don't even get me started on some of the stuff I've stumbled across between the guys and their father. You gotta love freedom of speech, but you needn't tolerate it. So, I think I'm gonna lay off the Supernatural fanfiction for now.
Final thought: Wincest doesn't work for me because I just can't get over the fact that they are brothers. Throw that out of the equation, though? I'm there!
He wrote her a song!
Some people have all the freakin' luck! This anchor I work with - a really nice woman, really easygoing - well, she got married awhile back to this bass player and I was poking around online, looking for something else entirely and I found a song her husband wrote for her! And you know why I know he wrote it for her? Coz it's named after her! Major envy bubbling up to the surface now...okay, give it a second...okay, okay, it's passed. Geez. It's not the world's greatest song, and I'm not saying that coz I'm bitter. It's pretty simplistic ("You're my sunshine, you're my blue sky..." ad nauseum), but darn! I would love it if some guy wrote a song for me. He wouldn't even have to name it after me. As long as I knew I was the inspiration for it, that would be enough for me. Yes, yes, yes, I am a hopeless romantic. My best friend is always warning me not to fall for sweet talk, but I think I'm gonna anyway. Mr. Heartbreaker was a sweet talker. He really knew how to lay it on thick, too. Every time we fought, he always knew exactly what to say to pull me back. Always, except for at the end. Oh, darn, this is kinda getting me down and I refuse to be down. Well, just wanted to say, darn, I envy that woman!
Final thought: I'd even settle for a couplet!
Twenty questions
I have way more work that needs to be done, but I'm gonna take a blogging break and answer some simple yes-no questions. We studied them quite in detail in my Linguistic Foundation of English class, and since then, I've never looked at them quite the same. This lowly question type has its uses, you must admit (the game Twenty Questions comes to mind). Purpose now? Fill up a post with random drivel ala Twenty Questions, hahaha. Oh, and watch out for my editorial inserts - just can't help myself about those.
1. Are you a girl? Yes (last time I checked, anyhow!)
2. Do you like dogs? Yeah (but am allergic to them, sigh.)
3. Can you play the piano? No (though I sometimes wish I did.)
4. Are you funny? YES! (Corny counts!)
5. Is your nose small? Heck no! (I got me some pear action going on there.)
6. Have you ever seen a purple cow? No (and I hope to never see one...)
7. Do you chew on your straws? Yes (if my mom isn't looking, hehehe.)
8. Can you sing the alphabet backwards? No (I can barely walk backwards!)
9. Do you have a nickname? Yes (a few, in fact.)
10. Have you ever ridden a horse? No.
11. Do you like Christmas? Yes (love it!)
12. Have you ever read Catcher in the Rye? Yup (tenth grade English rocked!)
13. Do you shop at the Body Shop? Nope (don't wear make-up.)
14. Can you throw a fastball? No.
15. Are you a people person? Oh, heck no!
16. Is drug free the way to be? Hell yeah!
17. Do you give a darn about the ozone layer? Yes (a small darn, though.)
18. Have you eaten raw meat? Yes (and it was quite tasty.)
19. Do you know how golf balls are made? Yes (vaguely.)
20. Do you know what fanfiction is? Unfortunately, yes.
Final thought: Should I be getting back to my work! A resounding YES!