Fandom, Movies, and Real Life (in no particular order)

[slumber]

I have decided to make my journal interactive, sort of like those "Choose Your Own Story" books we read back when we were small. So yeah, click on the topic you'd like to read about.

Fandom

I've just recently heard from my friend that the fifteenth installment of Underwater Light is up. :) Go mistful! I'm such a fangirl of hers, UL is the only WIP that I faithfully follow, and whose storyline I don't confuse with any other H/D fic. *sheepish grin*

And, of course, who can keep from commenting on the recent issues in the fandom? All I have to say is "Oh my God! It's the Joey/Kris fiasco all over again!" only this time, no romantic undertones, I'm betting no one will do a Melanie Marquez ("Don't judge my brother. My brother is not a book!")*, and no crushing of genitals.

Christ, and I thought fandoms were an escape from real life. I also came from a fandom which was apparently racked with issues and controversies as well (though I was blissfully ignorant in my corner of that universe, only spending fandom time browsing through the Big Fandom Library of Fanfiction ala Hermione), and all over whether a character's place was on top or at the bottom. *shakes head*

In any case, I sure hope this one blows over soon enough. We really don't need the politicking going around; aren't we supposed to just be a big happy group of people who love Harry Potter? (Forgive my ideals, I must be deluding myself.) Seriously, we just shouldn't create problems where none are needed.

*The Joey/Kris fiasco is some showbiz scandal from where I come from involving a lover's spat between two known actors, Joey and Kris, that escalated into gun-cocking and tell-all interviews revealing a relationship of emotional and physical abuse, infidelity and STDs. It was such a juicy story, the papers put it ont he front page, with all the other important news getting the backseat.

Movies

I am a movie nut. Have I said that already? Well, I am. I've been going through movie marathons, starting last Sunday, when I watched Bowling for Columbine, A Clockwork Orange, My Wife the Gangster 2, and The Life of David Gale.

Yesterday I watched The Magdalene Sisters with my friend, and then watched Anger Management and The Animatrix at home. (My plebe of a brother did all the renting; he also got Jason X and Van Wilder, which I refused to watch for fear of having to clean up the mess of my brain oozing out from my ears.)

Today I rented out Breakfast at Tiffany's (Because I was not born when Audrey Hepburn was doing all those movies... I think), Jerry MaGuire (because I was a t00b and didn't watch it when I should have *ages* ago), and One Hour Photo (because Robin Williams is a great man and should never *ever* be confused with Robbie Williams. *blushes with guilt*)

I *loved* The Magdalene Sisters--yes, I relish in the mistakes of the Catholic Church, being a Catholic myself. Just goes on to show that an institution of man that has withstood the test of time and is supposedly right and strong and the Rock of Christ is still just what it is: an institution of man, who is and always will be subject to making mistakes.

Real Life Update

Am *finally* learning how to drive. I was supposed to *aeons* ago, and my friends have started since that long, but there's never been enough time for me to go out and sit out one hour a day for five days to learn the basics. (Well, we *do* have a driver--there was no compelling *need* for me to learn, but sometimes when my younger high schooler brat of a brother is off, taking the driver with him, and Mum and I want to go out have some Girls Night Out, and Dad won't take us because he's selfish that way, I find myself wishing I could drive.)

Also cleaned my room today. I ought to do the whole house; nobody cleans the house the way I do. I don't just clean my living space, I organize it, put things back in their proper places, and afterwards there's just a nice homely appearance to everything and it's livable and quaint. Cripes. I am cleaning-whore, the strange kind who waits for all the clutter to accumulate before going all-out and fixing everything up again. There's a sense of satisfaction in doing enormous work like that. (I need a life. Right now. I'm talking about *cleaning* in my LJ.)

I need a man. Well, no, I don't need a man. I'm an independent woman who doesn't rely on a Prince Charming to sweep her off her feet. I'll do my own sweeping, thankyouverymuch. What I need is chocolate. Or a good book. Hmm... That's it. A good book. Same kind of satisfaction (I am a dork) minus the accumulated fat... besides, my brother will be on to me once his secret stash of Hershey's chocolate bars (which isn't such a secret, considering I've been pilfering from it since June) starts to show a dramatic decrease in numbers.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how the cookie crumbles. (gacked from Bruce Almighty)

Comments

[zed-adams.livejournal.com]

I know Joey/Kris! It's all over the papers. IMNSHO it's the desperate act of some attention seeking has been. Who actually cares what happened to them -- I mean it mad light and somewhat hilarious reading, but it all boils down to Who cares?!

Re: H/D fandom. Oh well, I never did have much interest in their writings to start off with, and zero interest in their personal spats. Again, who cares? But then again, I'm tres cynical. *g*

[slumber.livejournal.com]

You know about Kris and Joey? All the way there? *burns in shame* Shameful people, they are. Yeesh. Am I glad their spat is over, and the whole melodrama involved has wrapped up.

Thank the gods for that. :)

[meemobunny.livejournal.com]

HP BNF catfights have no relevance to anything important at all.
Ah, yes -- but they are rather amusing to watch (and to laugh at) when one has nothing better to do. ;)

[al-riddle.livejournal.com]

*squees and hi's from his side of net*

*computer room of st00pid school*

*is t00by of moment*

Yes, yang Kris/Joey. Please. *shoots them*

You have lj! FRIEND!!!! *friends*

*huggles*

[slumber.livejournal.com]

*computer room of st00pid school*

Ah, yes. How I miss that in my high school. LOL. I'd read fics every time we had computer class, or at least save them in diskettes. I was at the back row, and I was a good honor student, so no one suspected me for anything. (Except my seatmate, who saw everything I did, but she was a troublemaker and lacked credibility, so bee-dah! ^_~)

Wouldn't call your school st00pid though. My crush graduated from there, and so did my role model's boyfriend and also a possible crush prospect. Nope, Al, your school is a breeding ground for pretty pretty boys. ;) (Yes, now is the perfect time to run away screaming "PSYCHOTIC PERV!!!!!!")

Yes, yang Kris/Joey. Please. *shoots them*

*wags finger* Ah, ah, ah... Remember, Kris is the daughter of a man who was killed by a gun. No shooting or poor Kris will be scarred for life.

Did we mention Kris is the daughter of a former president, whose husband was assassinated by the then-dictator of our country?

Oh Kris, Kris, for shame!

[al-riddle.livejournal.com]

She won't be scarred. She'll just be on the FRONT PAGE. Pfff. XD

Breeding ground, yes. Amen sister. *ogles happily*

I am bad for you.

*huggles*