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jlhThis fandom is a really really odd place. This is one of those times I wish more people read my LJ, but there is naught I can do about that at this moment.
I do not tend to talk about my fandom friends--or really, my RL friends, or even where they overlap--in this journal. Part of that is that I don't think "I went to the movies with Ali" is all that interesting to anyone else. But part of that, I admit, is that some of the people I'm friends with, I'm a bit shy to mention here, because they are well known, and I don't want people around for the wrong reasons.
Also, while I am demonstrative and pretty emotive in private, I'm not so much about the public pronouncements of emotion. I don't wibble, I don't proclaim lots of joy. Too much of a Maine Yankee, I guess.
But tonight, I have to say something about a good friend of mine. Why her? you ask, and rightly, as I am lucky enough to have several good friends here on LJ. Well, because my other friends don't have people gathering on discussion threads and LJ's to attack her personally.
So.
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epicyclical is good people. She cares much, much more than she ever shows because she is that sort of person. She has been brilliant to me on any number of occasions, has ordered me margaritas during a crisis and insisted on staying with me when I was crying my eyes out. She's amazingly funny and fun and smart and quick and infuriating and annoying and then not. She hates happy endings and cucumbers and politics and she likes avocado and making her characters suffer and dancing on subway platforms. We sit around and yammer for hours about whether the Red Sox have a chance at the pennant this year and the relative importance of authorial intent and the effects of gamma rays on man in the moon marigolds and semiotic film theory and whether Jude Law is hotter than Ryan Philippe and dystopian futurefic and the correct maintenance of internal combustion engines. And okay, only some of those things but you'll have to guess which ones. She is not a snob--ask the Muses, they all met her, randomly, at my apartment--and if you are very very lucky you will meet her at Nimbus and see for yourself, though she is shy and I would not recommend quoting her back to her because that makes her nervous.
But most importantly, she is my friend and I love her, and anyone who wants to hurt her because they think it's funny or cool or something can fuck. off.
And that is all I have to say about that.
I do not tend to talk about my fandom friends--or really, my RL friends, or even where they overlap--in this journal. Part of that is that I don't think "I went to the movies with Ali" is all that interesting to anyone else. But part of that, I admit, is that some of the people I'm friends with, I'm a bit shy to mention here, because they are well known, and I don't want people around for the wrong reasons.
Also, while I am demonstrative and pretty emotive in private, I'm not so much about the public pronouncements of emotion. I don't wibble, I don't proclaim lots of joy. Too much of a Maine Yankee, I guess.
But tonight, I have to say something about a good friend of mine. Why her? you ask, and rightly, as I am lucky enough to have several good friends here on LJ. Well, because my other friends don't have people gathering on discussion threads and LJ's to attack her personally.
So.
epicyclical is good people. She cares much, much more than she ever shows because she is that sort of person. She has been brilliant to me on any number of occasions, has ordered me margaritas during a crisis and insisted on staying with me when I was crying my eyes out. She's amazingly funny and fun and smart and quick and infuriating and annoying and then not. She hates happy endings and cucumbers and politics and she likes avocado and making her characters suffer and dancing on subway platforms. We sit around and yammer for hours about whether the Red Sox have a chance at the pennant this year and the relative importance of authorial intent and the effects of gamma rays on man in the moon marigolds and semiotic film theory and whether Jude Law is hotter than Ryan Philippe and dystopian futurefic and the correct maintenance of internal combustion engines. And okay, only some of those things but you'll have to guess which ones. She is not a snob--ask the Muses, they all met her, randomly, at my apartment--and if you are very very lucky you will meet her at Nimbus and see for yourself, though she is shy and I would not recommend quoting her back to her because that makes her nervous.But most importantly, she is my friend and I love her, and anyone who wants to hurt her because they think it's funny or cool or something can fuck. off.
And that is all I have to say about that.
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Date: 2003-04-21 09:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-04-22 12:13 am (UTC)and clio, that fourth space in your room? still got an opening? *bats eyes* if you don't mind rooming with the twice-rejected music school drop-out, that is. *shamelessly self-pities*
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Date: 2003-04-22 04:24 am (UTC)>:D
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Date: 2003-04-22 05:27 am (UTC)Self-pity away, you deserve it, at least for a little while. We'll talk later.
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Date: 2003-04-22 06:31 am (UTC)Erato
Daft ha'peth
Date: 2003-04-22 03:54 am (UTC)Clio pretty damn cool, too.
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Date: 2003-04-22 05:51 am (UTC)And dude, I'm so with the lesser-known writers. *points at OTP* Most of us feel that way at least from time to time, sort of lost in the shuffle. But that's not why I cross posted my review; I did it because all three of you wrote the story, so durr!
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Date: 2003-04-22 12:58 pm (UTC)