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The entire social thing I have freaks me out in vague ways, because I really, *really* don't want to go until I'm, well, there. Then about halfway through, I'm dragging Vannezsa onto a platform to dance and tying up my shirt because it's too hot. There's something frighteningly addictive about dancing in public once I relax--I know I can't dance, and I just stop caring. Vodka helps. As long as no one is injured, and anyone who dances with me lets me lead, we're all good to go. It makes sense--I love performing, and I was high from watching a performance earlier in the night. There's no bad there. It just always feels different afterward, when I wake up and think about how very much it's me if I were another person. Like I need to adjust back to being me again. And that doesn't even make *sense*.

Of course, it helps to have your imaginary, packing, well-dressed assassin vampires from Underworld wandering around behind you to stare daggers at anyone who makes fun of you. Because I see no reason not to drag a few neuroses in with me at all times.

Still, it's fun. *grins*

Fannish Flittering

I have my QaF 3 DVDs and can't watch them until I get some time without Child hovering around. It's frustrating. I keep having to skip everyone's cut-tags and seethe, because damn. My QaFUK tapes that the marvelous jcalanthe sent me are half-watched, as Child is insanely curious and keeps coming in to see what I'm watching. Gah. On the other hand, this just makes me tenser, watching in fifteen minute intervals, then rewinding to watch what I just watched when I get another few minutes completely alone. It's like a huge, endless tease.

Oddly, the writing is continuing at a strange clip. And I mean, strange. It's been too damn long since I wrote without an AIM audience (thete1 thank you *so much* for conditioning me into this kind of addiction), so I keep--it reminds me of mintwitch and navigating by clouds--really, really bizarre things start making tons and tons of sense, and then I just keep going off on that tangent until I stop, look back, and try to figure out *when* everything became so freaking odd. And I realize that it started in the first line.

Plausibility is highly, highly overrated, I think.

Comments

[out-there.livejournal.com]

Plausibility is highly, highly overrated, I think.

*nods* Oh, yes, definitely.

Meanwhile, I'm highly interested to hear your impresssions on QaFUK, but I'm guessing that will wait until you get a chance to actually watch an entire ep in one sitting.

[seperis.livejournal.com]

I like so far. It *tastes* different, though. Which is pretty much what everyone says, but it still threw me, how *differently* I reacted. Huh.

[ranalore.livejournal.com]

I have my QaF 3 DVDs and can't watch them until I get some time without Child hovering around. It's frustrating.

I sympathize, only my problem is Spouse. All my other fannish sources I can watch/read with him, but not this one. And of course he only wants to know what I'm doing when I try to watch it. The rest of the time, he's off on his computer, gaming.

[seperis.livejournal.com]

*giggles* Yeah, exactly. I could not get Child to get into Stargate for anything, but man, he's *all over* this one.

[ranalore.livejournal.com]

He's just demonstrating his excellent taste. *G*

[glitterdemon.livejournal.com]

It just always feels different afterward, when I wake up and think about how very much it's me if I were another person. Like I need to adjust back to being me again. And that doesn't even make *sense*.

Actually, it very much makes sense, unless I am entirely nonsensical myself. I always feel like that after dancing. And I feel that way about others after I've seen them dancing, like, "Was that you? Are you even the same person?"

[seperis.livejournal.com]

*nod* Like something inside just opens up or--a good metaphor I don't know yet. *grins* I love it, but it does make me feel off for a bit after. Like I have to go back and find everyday me again.

[deadlychameleon.livejournal.com]

It makes sense--I love performing, and I was high from watching a performance earlier in the night.
Dancing in public like that is such a performance high. It feels good to have the energy of the music flowing through you, and then from an audience also feeling the beat of the music. I really like it. I get off on it a bit too - if the person I'm dancing with is hot.

It just always feels different afterward, when I wake up and think about how very much it's me if I were another person. Like I need to adjust back to being me again.
Many cultures feel that dancers are possessed by a spirit while dancing. I can totally understand that. It's a very instinctual level of movement, totally bypassing higher thought. I think it's because we don't process it at higher levels before we do it, it feels a little strange to remember doing it.

-Silverkyst

[seperis.livejournal.com]

*grins*

It feels good to have the energy of the music flowing through you, and then from an audience also feeling the beat of the music. I really like it. I get off on it a bit too - if the person I'm dancing with is hot.

Oh yeah. Especially with the hotness.

Many cultures feel that dancers are possessed by a spirit while dancing. I can totally understand that. It's a very instinctual level of movement, totally bypassing higher thought. I think it's because we don't process it at higher levels before we do it, it feels a little strange to remember doing it.

*nod* Instinct. Makes sense. Just going back to the days where our language was all in our bodies.

Hmm. Makes me wonder sometimes, about what we are subconsciously reading there.

[fanficho.livejournal.com]

Hi, seperis.

I know this is off-topic from what you posted, but I thought, since it's a current post, it may be the best place to reach you. Eolianbeck mentioned that your fic How It's Gonna Be is very good because you've reversed their roles in a way (Justin as protector). I began to read it and really caught up in it. I always begin fics, though, without seeing if they're completed, and I kick myself every time. I watched the scroll bar venture further and further down the page, and the story didn't seem nearly finished to me. My stomach twisted when I saw the seemingly innocent 'cont...' at the bottom. I'm writing for two reasons - to tell you how much I like this story, and how much I enjoy Justin's taking the situation in his hands, and, secondly, to beg you to write more. I saw that the last update was in January. Are you continuing this story? Please say you are. If not, could you please write an abbreviated wrap-up in your LJ so we at least know what happens? Does James go get (and beat up) Michael? Does James get exposed to everybody as the dangerous, deranged shit that he is? Do Justin, Brian and Ben save the day?

Thanks so much for writing this story. Sorry if it sounds like I'm whining, but I'm on edge now because I JUST got done reading, and I'm hanging on this cliff.

:)

[seperis.livejournal.com]

I'm still working on it, it's just slow going. It's a weird story adn it changed on me fromwaht I thought it would be. So Yeah. Werid.

But thank you for the lovely comment here! I'm thrilled to know someone is still reading it!

*hugs* Thank you!