I missed the interview with JK Rowling on BBC 2. Fu-uck.
And I am not in a truly spiffin' mood at present. I think I'm vicariously depressed, that is, if "vicariously" means what I think it means. Gah. I take it all back - all that's wrong with me is that I'm in a strange mood. I've been reading too much; getting stuck in my own head again. The problem is I tend to absorb styles of writing like a sponge - when I've read as many different stories as I have today, my own, simple, unfunny journal writing style seems to be hidden underneath a hundred million different varieties of fiction whirling round my head.
I can hear my mother in the kitchen, on the phone to one of her friends. She's just been saying, "...yes, you know, this new Harry Potter book... shops are opening at midnight and of course Iona is just so excited... Sanjeev's promised to take her, you know, he's promised her..."
Doncha just love it when your parents talk about you? Besides, this is the closest my mother will ever come to understanding life as a serial obsessive. I've never tried to explain slash, or even bisexuality, to her, due to her disturbingly homophobic tendencies. Ah, whatever. I didn't make this entry to bitch about my mother. We've been having unusually civil relations recently.
I spent the afternoon chatting to
shipperkitten and
hathy_col. We talked of many things, of cabbages and kings, mostly slashy in nature, and I enjoyed the sensation of just relaxing and not thinking about anything except the things I want to think about.
My mother keeps asking me what perfume I'm wearing - she says she can smell something nice on me. I keep telling her I'm not wearing any, 'cause that's the truth. I have a feeling the smell hanging round me might just be contentment - if fear has a smell, too, then why not?
Lastly, gacked from
lady_of_asheru:
And I am not in a truly spiffin' mood at present. I think I'm vicariously depressed, that is, if "vicariously" means what I think it means. Gah. I take it all back - all that's wrong with me is that I'm in a strange mood. I've been reading too much; getting stuck in my own head again. The problem is I tend to absorb styles of writing like a sponge - when I've read as many different stories as I have today, my own, simple, unfunny journal writing style seems to be hidden underneath a hundred million different varieties of fiction whirling round my head.
I can hear my mother in the kitchen, on the phone to one of her friends. She's just been saying, "...yes, you know, this new Harry Potter book... shops are opening at midnight and of course Iona is just so excited... Sanjeev's promised to take her, you know, he's promised her..."
Doncha just love it when your parents talk about you? Besides, this is the closest my mother will ever come to understanding life as a serial obsessive. I've never tried to explain slash, or even bisexuality, to her, due to her disturbingly homophobic tendencies. Ah, whatever. I didn't make this entry to bitch about my mother. We've been having unusually civil relations recently.
I spent the afternoon chatting to
My mother keeps asking me what perfume I'm wearing - she says she can smell something nice on me. I keep telling her I'm not wearing any, 'cause that's the truth. I have a feeling the smell hanging round me might just be contentment - if fear has a smell, too, then why not?
Lastly, gacked from

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vicariously
on 2003-06-19 01:33 pm (UTC)If you're depressed on someone else's behalf, without any reason of your own, then that's exactly what "vicariously" means.
<geek topic=church>
In the Church of England, the payment for looking after a parish is paid to the Rector. It's the Rector that "has the living".
But if the Rector was frequently absent, he'd put someone else in place to look after the parish in his absence -- a Vicar.
The Vicar isn't working on his own behalf -- he's working for someone else. He's working vicariously.
These days, of course, the vicar gets paid too.
</geek>
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on 2003-06-19 01:53 pm (UTC)I hate it when my parents talk about me and they think I'm not listening. Grrr.
I am a trifle confused. Indeed my brain understands thine theorem on bisexuality, but slash? Meaning? :S
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on 2003-06-19 01:59 pm (UTC)That's a transcript of the JKR interview. I assume it's a complete trans, but don't bet Hawkeye's virginity on it.
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on 2003-06-19 02:01 pm (UTC)http://icehouse.7dragons.net/
Scroll to the veeerrry bottom for a good, indepth sorting quiz.
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on 2003-06-19 02:09 pm (UTC)I get that way when I'm reading alot, too. Then, I become insecure about my own style of writing. It's not a very ... pretty style of writing. Sometimes, I think I should be more whimsical, but then I wouldn't be me. Orwell ruined me for life at the age of 10 or so. Simplicity is best. :)
Re: vicariously
on 2003-06-19 03:00 pm (UTC)And thanks for the "vicar" definition - scarily enough, it was something I'd wondered about. *sigh*
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on 2003-06-19 03:17 pm (UTC)*looks at comments*
Looks like they're having an off day.
Anyway. Did Hannah explain what fanfiction is? If she didn't... well, it's fiction we the fans write, for no money and no acclaim, just our own personal amusement and the edification of the Internet, and we use the characters and situations we already know.
Slash is a particular type of fanfic, the type I specialise in. It involves relationships between two guys or two girls, but more commonly two guys. The name comes from the slash between the two names, for example, the slash I've been reading today was Sirius/Remus. I'm going to assume you've read Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban - that's Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.
Damn. Hannah insisted I met you in person before introducing you to this particular facet of my personality... :)
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on 2003-06-19 03:18 pm (UTC)Bet Hawkeye's virginity on it?! *laughs*
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on 2003-06-19 03:20 pm (UTC)Orwell was a scary, scary man. I have only ever read 1984 once. Once was enough. *shudders*
Re: vicariously
on 2003-06-19 03:20 pm (UTC)