in so many ways

I admit, I feel that fandom has enriched my life in ways that I don't have the necessary control of the thesaurus and its adjectives to properly express. Please insert a word that means awesome, but with the context of super-awesome.

However.

There are days that I think to myself (as one does), that maybe if I'd become a rabid scrapbooker, I wouldn't have a vocabulary now expanded by two words that I never really wanted. Ever.

typefucking
typevoring

I...yeah. Show me your Science Guy slash fanart and I do not pale. I laugh at Goofus/Gallant BDSM. I even get through Care Bear porn. I have seen hell, and it is nifty's ominsexual superhero porn with added kryptonite lactation and I did not cry.

(Yes, it's there. No, really. Kryptonite lactation. I mean--how could you see that coming?)

But I seriously, seriously did not need typevoring. I just didn't.

universe --> ending

Unclean, unclean unclean and--okay, no. No. This is where my foot goes down. THERE ARE LINES PEOPLE. WE ARE NOT MEANT TO CROSS SOME LINES. MOST OF YOU READ SCI-FI/HORROR/FANTASY. HAVE WE LEARNED NOTHING FROM STEPHEN KING? THERE ARE SOME THINGS MEN (AND FANGIRLS) ARE NEVER MEANT TO KNOW.

We do not write Rodney/Care Bear slash.

Wow. There is Rodney/Care Bear slash.

I need a spork. A SPORK I SAY.

That is all. This has been what will doubtless later be referred to as the "beginning of her decline". Interspersed with "if we had only known at the time" and "such a loss to the world". By which I mean, that had better be there.

ETA: WE DO NOT NEED TO PROVE THAT WHAT DOES NOT KILL YOU MAKES YOU STRONGER.

a lot to do and so much time to finish

To avoid my imminent meltdown in which I'm fairly sure amireal is going to a place with Care Bear!Rodney and John Sheppard that my sanity cannot accept, let me tell you of my day.

School Part I: The Affair of the Camp Thing

See, there's this thing called "camping".

For those of you, like me, who hear the word and think "You mean a resort with only dial-up?", wow, no. Okay, insane, but--people go out into the woods and stay there. Seriously! So you can imagine my bewilderment when Child brought home a list of supplies required for this "camping" thing. There's no internet. And sit down--no TV. I'm flummoxed.

Sleeping Bag -- not just for parties! Who knew?
Flashlight -- for more than searching under the bed for that RAM you lost.
Towels -- ...woods don't have towels?
Fishing Pole -- apparently, you buy a metal stick that is--okay, just bear with me--has some sort of thread on it. To this thread you attach various plastic toys that come with it. No, wait. Then you put the toys in a body of water! And I don't mean a swimming pool. Crazy.

(Apparently this is where food comes from? Did anyone know about this? Is it hygenic? I heard legends of peoples who take their food from the wilderness.)

Then clothes, sheets (sheet? WTF?), pillow, hygiene supplies, a chair (chair!), camera (dispoable), a daypack (for--water and suchlike), water bottle (I see the sense in this, two came with the daypack), duffle bag, and various.

Suffice to say, not much of this was actually on hand; I hadn't gone shopping for Child's summer clothes yet, which means I had to buy them now along with everything else in the universe. And socks, because--well, the sock god is not kind at our house.

So basically, Target owes me a Christmas Card and a gift certificate or something. God. *blank*

School Part 2: International

( turkey is in our future )

I keep thinking how normal it is for him to have all these extracurricular intellectual activities; he and the other boys in his class have Monday math game meetings at their math teacher's house, which are basically pre-alg tutorials (the girls have it at a female teacher's house). They have afterschool Harmony Players as well (singing!) and festivals and it's just the coolest thing ever.

One of the things that's been--not bothering, but I'm mulling--is the separation of the boys and girls. Not as in, exclusion, but a separate and equal for extra-curricular stuff, not in the classrooms or during school activities. I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it.

I think, from observation and talking with him, I'm feeling positive about it. I like it for a lot of reasons, and I'm comfortable with the fact this is a cultural restriction that Child understands that even though we don't share those restrictions, while going to school and accepting the hospitality of those who do practice it, he needs to observe it and respect it as well.

( pondering girls and boys and the pursuit of excellence )