How did that happen?
May. 9th, 2010 02:23 pmIt's May! All of a sudden, it's another month and now both MW and my holiday are only a matter of weeks away! Eeeeee!!!! Fortunately, the big trip is all booked and I'm now just down to things like sorting out foreign currency and checking what I want to take will fit into the bag.
In terms of MW, I'm a bit stuck. Looking forward to it immensely, as I get to see all sorts of cool people I miss the rest of the year (you know who you are!) but stumped in terms of this year's door decoration. Last year we did Canadian Actor Bingo, the year before that a Wild Wild West display with lots of shots of Jim West's arse, and the year before that was Boston Legal if I recall correctly. So far this year nothing has really grabbed me, though I still have plenty of time to be printing stuff off the morning I leave for the airport! :P
It seems odd, though, to be heading off to Lansing off the back of a relatively unproductive year so far. Part of the problem is that I guess I never thought I'd so completely cool off SG-1 this way, which was naiveté on my part - first proper fandom, what can I say? - but there's always this niggly little voice that, for me at least, says if I'm not producing something for the fandom then what am I there for? No resting on past laurels, I'm afraid, in the land of Graculus.
Maybe what I need is a new fandom? Unfortunately, there's been no great road-to-Damascus moment with anything since I got stricken by Mag7. SG-1 is what brought me here, UNCLE has been my fandom since before I knew what fandom was, I sidled into WWW from UNCLE, so this is all quite novel again. I'm watching a wide variety of shows, but there's nothing that makes me want to write - been reading a bunch of the Trek reboot stuff too, as well as Sherlock Holmes old and new (with particular admiration for the works of
katieforsythe and
gaedhal's current opus) but none of it makes me want to dive in.
In other news, the passive-aggressive dipshit I have been dealing with at work was dumb enough to show himself up in a meeting to the point where he provided enough ammunition that I was able to make a formal complaint. He is now pointedly not talking to me, which I greatly prefer as an alternative to his previous inanities.
Separate book post to follow...
In terms of MW, I'm a bit stuck. Looking forward to it immensely, as I get to see all sorts of cool people I miss the rest of the year (you know who you are!) but stumped in terms of this year's door decoration. Last year we did Canadian Actor Bingo, the year before that a Wild Wild West display with lots of shots of Jim West's arse, and the year before that was Boston Legal if I recall correctly. So far this year nothing has really grabbed me, though I still have plenty of time to be printing stuff off the morning I leave for the airport! :P
It seems odd, though, to be heading off to Lansing off the back of a relatively unproductive year so far. Part of the problem is that I guess I never thought I'd so completely cool off SG-1 this way, which was naiveté on my part - first proper fandom, what can I say? - but there's always this niggly little voice that, for me at least, says if I'm not producing something for the fandom then what am I there for? No resting on past laurels, I'm afraid, in the land of Graculus.
Maybe what I need is a new fandom? Unfortunately, there's been no great road-to-Damascus moment with anything since I got stricken by Mag7. SG-1 is what brought me here, UNCLE has been my fandom since before I knew what fandom was, I sidled into WWW from UNCLE, so this is all quite novel again. I'm watching a wide variety of shows, but there's nothing that makes me want to write - been reading a bunch of the Trek reboot stuff too, as well as Sherlock Holmes old and new (with particular admiration for the works of
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In other news, the passive-aggressive dipshit I have been dealing with at work was dumb enough to show himself up in a meeting to the point where he provided enough ammunition that I was able to make a formal complaint. He is now pointedly not talking to me, which I greatly prefer as an alternative to his previous inanities.
Separate book post to follow...