wow. fandom and sappiness. all in one post.

TWO WEEKS!

Not that I'm counting the days or anything.

I've been thinking about fandom. And how just through surfing through the Stargate SG-1 fragments of LJ, not to mention actually joining things like sg1flashfic and stargate_santa, I'm meeting people who don't feel exactly the same way as I do about everything. When I first got into the show, there were two things I was absolutely not prepared to tolerate:
-Jack/Sam
-Jonas.

And now there are people on my friends' list who are fond of one, or the other, or both. And I'm having discussions with slash-free people, and squeeing with Sam/Daniel shippers who don't also support Jack/Daniel, and just added a pure Jack/Sam shipper to the friends' list today, which has all got me thinking.

Am I becoming more tolerant? Is being part of fandom actually making me a better person by teaching me to respect people with whom I genuinely disagree? Wouldn't that be nifty if fandom were useful for something other than procrastination?

It's also making me appreciate gvambat that much more. Because fun as it is to have people to debate with, it's also nice to have someone who agrees with you about absolutely everything, someone whose opinions are my opinions and whose shipping tendencies are my shipping tendencies. That's the difference between being part of a community and having a best friend.

Love you, hon.

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If I tell myself enough times that I'm going to do homework, then maybe I will. I really but really need to do that tonight. Two pages. Are due. TOMORROW. *tries to force self to work* *self resists* Okay, if I haven't started work by ten, drastic measures are being taken.

Current mood: NAP
Current music: Man, the keyboard makes a really lousy pillow.

You know what?
They should have mandatory nap time. Like they did in kindergarten and pre-school and stuff. Cause I know I would have loved it in high school, and I still need it, really, and honestly, I truly believe some people would be much less likely to do things like oh, say, shoot other people if only they'd had a bit of a lie-down first.

There might be less wars, too. So. That's my vote for mandatory nap time. And now, I shall go nap.
-- dreamiflame from this entry here.

WORD.

Right. Reading "Dichotomies and Ironies," brand-new on Area52. No "Angels" yet, so...

oooh, yum.

Worth a read for the smut alone.

*is kind of sad, as spends free time reading gay porn*

Oh well.

*should really be working*

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know what I hate? Well, yeah, I know you do, since I've been doing nothing but bitching for the past month. But. At the moment I hate my lack of work ethic. I finally ground out the two pages I needed to for class tomorrow. Two out of twenty. It was torture. It was pulling teeth. I know what I want to say, and I've actually done the reading for this paper and have a fair idea of what I want to say, but... I simply can't force myself to write it.

If I write two pages every night until I'm done, I'll still be done before Thanksgiving. Somehow, this only serves to depress me, as it highlights the impossible temporal distance between Now and Thanksgiving.

I really need bed.