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May. 18th, 2009 01:49 pmThree true things about me:
1. I'm looking at houses. Rather, I'm looking at one house, specifically. I've parsed out a lot of options, but this particular one is still looking rather appealing. I'm by no means jumping into a decision -- I've mulled this over pretty much non-stop since last week, and I'm still running the same ground; I'm not sure there's anything more to mull. It's coming down to final-decision time on this particular property, and while I don't know how things are going to turn out, I think I have an idea of where I'm going from here. I'll keep you all posted.
2. I have seen Star Trek (XI) twice now, and loved it both times. The tribble definitely boosted me into joy mode when I (finally) spotted it on the second go-round, and there were really only a few things that bothered me. Overall, I was content. (Did you all know I was a Star Trek fan? No? Well, I don't blame you. I only actually liked the original series [although the others had their moments; I really didn't give them much of a chance in the first place], and even then I was a very casual fan. I actually got into it during that time between my college graduation and my first full-time job; it's what I watched while everyone else was at school/at work/doing other things.) Anyway, long story short: if you haven't seen the movie, I do recommend it. My youngest brother is by no means a Trek fan, but even he enjoyed the movie (and then he sat down and watched an episode of TOS with me, so that was shocking). Watch it. And then please explain to me why every fic writer in the universe is obsessed with pairing Spock up with everyone else on the ship. Why Spock? I don't get it. I mean, I do, but I don't. I guess it's some kind of "Oooh, make the emotional void feel something!" kink, and that must be entertaining to exploit, but how much can you do with it, really? In the end, he's still Spock. Spock, who only shows emotions like "vaguely annoyed" and "possibly amused". ...excepting the Pon Farr episode. And maybe the tribble thing, but that doesn't count because tribbles are cheating.
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punctuates thinks I'm maternal. I have a vague fear that she's right. I don't know how to counteract the maternalness without giving up the things I love -- baking, knitting, and dealing with the things Joan has drooled on (ew), for instance --, so I guess I'm going to have to accept it for what it is. Ladies and gentlemen, I'm maternal. This probably explains my overwhelming desire to pinch Chekov's cheeks (see Item 2), so at least there's that.
1. I'm looking at houses. Rather, I'm looking at one house, specifically. I've parsed out a lot of options, but this particular one is still looking rather appealing. I'm by no means jumping into a decision -- I've mulled this over pretty much non-stop since last week, and I'm still running the same ground; I'm not sure there's anything more to mull. It's coming down to final-decision time on this particular property, and while I don't know how things are going to turn out, I think I have an idea of where I'm going from here. I'll keep you all posted.
2. I have seen Star Trek (XI) twice now, and loved it both times. The tribble definitely boosted me into joy mode when I (finally) spotted it on the second go-round, and there were really only a few things that bothered me. Overall, I was content. (Did you all know I was a Star Trek fan? No? Well, I don't blame you. I only actually liked the original series [although the others had their moments; I really didn't give them much of a chance in the first place], and even then I was a very casual fan. I actually got into it during that time between my college graduation and my first full-time job; it's what I watched while everyone else was at school/at work/doing other things.) Anyway, long story short: if you haven't seen the movie, I do recommend it. My youngest brother is by no means a Trek fan, but even he enjoyed the movie (and then he sat down and watched an episode of TOS with me, so that was shocking). Watch it. And then please explain to me why every fic writer in the universe is obsessed with pairing Spock up with everyone else on the ship. Why Spock? I don't get it. I mean, I do, but I don't. I guess it's some kind of "Oooh, make the emotional void feel something!" kink, and that must be entertaining to exploit, but how much can you do with it, really? In the end, he's still Spock. Spock, who only shows emotions like "vaguely annoyed" and "possibly amused". ...excepting the Pon Farr episode. And maybe the tribble thing, but that doesn't count because tribbles are cheating.
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punctuates thinks I'm maternal. I have a vague fear that she's right. I don't know how to counteract the maternalness without giving up the things I love -- baking, knitting, and dealing with the things Joan has drooled on (ew), for instance --, so I guess I'm going to have to accept it for what it is. Ladies and gentlemen, I'm maternal. This probably explains my overwhelming desire to pinch Chekov's cheeks (see Item 2), so at least there's that.
