caffeine diary

How not to warn for spoilers in fic headings:

Spoilers: Mary's death, in s6

[as seen today, though specifics changed to protect the clueless.]

Could someone explain to me why, whenever the spoiler-debate emerges, pro-spoiler/anti-anti-spoiler people emerge who feel compelled to divulge common or serious spoilers -- the contents of Soylent Green, the climax of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, the twist in The Crying Game, etc. -- without warning or context? It seems to me needlessly antagonistic and inconsiderate.

[see for instance the talk page on wikipedia's spoiler policy here. Unless you've managed to remain innocent about Fight Club, The Crying Game, The Sixth Sense several of Shakespeare's plays, HP book 6, etc. Though there are legitimate reasons for the discussion of The Crying Game and its twist, many comments simply contain gratuitous spoilers.]

[It occurs to me that, a year and a half later, it might be time to cycle out this icon.]

[spoilers]

( house )

I am not caught up on VMars and have no idea when I will be. I'm now three episodes behind. I suppose I'll attempt to catch the end of the season when it's re-aired in the summer - apparently they're starting again with "Normal is the Watchword" on May 16. If you suspect that you won't be spoiler-cutting, let me know. (It would be extra nice if you did spoiler-cut, of course, but either way, I'd like to try to go into the final arc unspoiled.)

And now, more tWW. This particular stretch of S5 has been pretty excellent. I loved "The Supremes" and "Access" and I love what I've seen so far of "Talking Points."

I like, still haven't seen past "Instinct" and am Officially Unspoiled (and would, btw, like to stay that way), so! No spoilers here that haven't been uncut elsewhere!

So clearly Something Happened that people are either happy about or mostly not, near as I can tell, and it wasn't Onscreen McWeir Kissage or I suspect someone might've given me a heads-up, so I conclude that I Probably Don't Care.

And it's probably not Weir's father dying of Alzheimer's, despite what the title would lead you to believe!

I'm writing FemGen. Carry on!

ETA: I have made it a New Year's Resolution to remain Zen about Stargate spoilers! So far, so good!

Ten Unpopular Fannish Opinions. !

( the longer I linger, the less I agree )

Whew! Rant like, way over. Please no flames?

Happy birthday divagypsy! May it be full of Sam/Daniel-ish squeeing. Will try to get a drabble written before the end of the day. :)

Dear fandom,
( warning! contains SPOILERS for aired and UNAIRED S7 episodes! also very vague S8 spoilers )
There? See how easy that was? See how I did that? See how I didn't include any information in my current mood, or in my icon, or in my subject line, or in the commentary above and below the cut-tag, that might inform those who wish to remain unspoiled of things about the unaired S7 episodes which they did not already know?

Love and naked Daniels,
snarky!Ari

In an anti-climactic moment of computer game bliss, I finished the orginal aHppyland this afternoon.

Go me.

My father and the brat are arriving tonight. This is me, breathless with anticipation: -_-

My brain has latched on to some pairings that should not, could not, EVER be written and insisted that it is my responsibility to write them, lest the Stargate fandom suffer a single minute longer without badfic.

*tiptoes back to email account to try to make some progress in the 27 unread messages. Half of them are from gvambat, the other half are copies of the emails I sent her.

And round and round and round it goes.

Christmas is coming, the goose is getting fat, pleased to put a penny in the old man's hat. If you haven't got a penny, a ha'penny will do, and if you haven't got a ha'penny then God bless you.

Maintaining my spoiler-virginity is much more difficult than maintaining my actual virginity ever was. Back when, you know, I was a virgin.

I'm ... bored, sort of. Not really the right word, but close enough.

( Evolution part 2 post-ep )

Besides Evolution part 2, I also watched Die Me: Dichotomy and Seaon of Death (Farscape) and Seige (the Sentinel) today. Let's hear it for fannishness!

I dreamed about QAF. Brian/Justin? A character named Derek who was a bastard? And Willow and Tara were there. Now I know that's not right. And for the record, no, I've never actually seen QAF. Obviously.

I emptied out my Juno webmail account, finally, so we have 2 megabytes with which to play. (Darn you, sage_theory, now I can't type that without thinking of TP.)

I got a note from the registrar's office explaining the whole full-time student thing to the Federal Court at Boston.

Finally watching the Dark Angel vids I found yesterday. All three of them. Max/Logan so pretty. Ignoring the music, which is blah, just watching the 'ship. SQUEE! Must upload Max/Logan at some point.

I'm leaving in an hour.

I've been thinking about identity a lot lately. Particularly, I've been thinking about how much my identity has changed since I came here. All my identity markers are just gone. Bookworm. Religion. Adult obsession. I'm not that girl anymore.

I don't even know who I am. I am Max sitting on the top of the Space Needle. *minimizes vid, as she thinks she might be getting spoiled* Erm, yeah. Since I think I'd probably remember every single fucking time they kissed, I'm guessing I'm getting spoiled. *watches a different vid* A bit fanatical about avoiding spoilers? Me?

Anyhow. I have virtually no idea who I am. It's all gone away, it's all changed. I'm all changed, and I hate change. And I hate not feeling comfortable in my own skin. And She used to say that I was so calm and serene. She kissed the top of my head and said "Thank you," and "You're so calm. How do you do it?" I was fourteen.

I'm eighteen and have panic attacks on a daily basis over school and over... everything.

I've been thinking about missing people. About Jeane and about the ministerpeople. I've been thinking about how my life might be different if Jeane hadn't died. Because Jeane died the week before I went to Prospective Students' Overnight at PEG. And if she hadn't died, maybe I'd have gone to PEG a year earlier. Or maybe not at all.

And if that had happened, the world would be different. The world would be so utterly different that I couldn't even identify it. Everything important happened after Jeane died. We found Sean's mommy, and then I joined N9, and if I'd gone to PEG a year earlier, that never would have happened, and I never would have met Sumita. And if it hadn't been for N9, I wouldn't have needed a new messageboard, so I never would have joined QT. And then I never would have gotten a LiveJournal or met half of you people.

And if I'd gone to PEG a year early, I probably wouldn't have met Pome* and possibly not Gvambat, either, and maybe Gvambat and I would never have lived together. And if I'd never broken up with Pome*, which wouldn't have happened if I'd never gone out with her, then I wouldn't have gone insane and needed Stargate, and then there wouldn't have been the goodness that emerged because of that.

You know?

It would all be different.

And I have been thinking about the ministerpeople. It's not that I miss them (though I do.) It's... I'll never forgive them. They never gave me the chance to forgive them, because they simply vanished. They were there in May, and four months later they were gone, and I never said goodbye. Will that thought haunt me for the rest of my life? Will I ever be able to think about them without feeling that something is unfinished? That something precious is gone and I should have gotten some closure but I didn't? And I love them. And I hate them. And I need them. And I hate knowing that.

They're going to hire a new minister at St. John's while I'm away. I'm crossing my toes. I'm hoping for young and queer and pretty and ministerpersonish. I think that's probably a bit much to ask, though.

Barring that, I hope she's nice. I hope she makes me remember why it is that I used to love going to church.

I think I'm ashamed to admit to myself that I no longer wake up for church every week because I truly want to go. I miss Old First and I miss the ministerpeople and I miss feeling holy and I miss church making my week feel complete and centered and like there was a purpose to all of it.

I wish I felt like it were really Christmas. I wish I were going to see you this Christmas.

I'm just in a needy mood right now.

Leaving in half an hour for Christmas break.

If by any chance you read the new HP book, PLEASE use lj cut tags for spoilers. (Ditto if you see tonight's episode of Stargate, not that I think anyone will....)

I have a very strict definition of spoiler that basically includes... anything. Saying "it was good" or "oh my God!" counts as a spoiler.

Thanks.

*kisses*