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sisabetThe vividcon auction announcement has been made.
*gulp*
I went a little insane in the length department explaining what I will and will not do. Basically, it boils down to the fact that only mommies burn on the ceiling and daddies get to fall down dead, the freaking exploitative crap I have to make something and then look at what I've made and declare it good or whatever. Maybe I read Genesis one to many times and have a heart. So you go on your flist because of extreme hotness and love and so then you are up all night watching the vid and this happens a lot because this particular character you have to listen to this song. It is totally about Dean.
Cappy: Are there any songs that are not about Dean?
Me: Yes, the ones about Sam.
Cappy: Do you have *any* songs that are not about Sam or Dean...
Me: Um...
Cappy: or John!
Me: I have over 4,000 songs here...maybe [searches for awhile] AHA!
[Steely Dan's "Doctor Wu" plays]
Me: This song is totally not about anything on Supernatural.
Cappy [listens]: Wow, music that isn't about Supernatural sucks.
Me: That is what I have made and can go "Holy shit. I don't suck. Wow."
So, yeah - I do eventually love a vid more if the labor was easier. I can't help it and he will break your heart and THANK GOD FOR RAY!
Cause Ray gets him walking and if you didn't already love and adore and if you don't like it you are homophobic.
How's that? Let's discuss.
Oh - snippets of fannish/friendswithfen conversations I've had lately that amuse the hell out of me:
sisabet: Work sucks. I wanna get paid to not go in
renenet: when I am flush with discovery of "OMG this is totally what is happening right here!" I am not obsessed with hugs and death? Spike and Angel. And then I am told "blue" doesn't rhyme with "igloo" - say what??
So anyway, somewhere along the line I moved to New Orleans and that is not what is important. The important thing is the cable man made his way here this morning (and turned out to be a complete GEEK and a conversation about Blackadder turn into him asking if I was familiar with Spike from Buffy. Heh! He thinks Spike is the chosen vampire and he always kinda had a soul. I said I agreed. Angel is Big Bad and is cursed and Spike? Spike is a short bus vampire and always has been. It was fun)And. I. Watched. TV. Tonight. Go to hell Smallville. Seriously, actually don't. My expectations are virtually nil so I can't care much - but you did give me a cave-in in the past and for that you get a free pass. You just used it. Then I watched....Holy Cow. Dude! I am. With the... and the...and DAMN. Bobby? I love you and all that? Totally on the mouth.
And then I'll save you right back. Or vid Lex Luthor. Either or.
Hey! And I just remembered that when I was 15 and dying to go see "Pretty Woman" at the theater, my mom and her little group of mom-friends went to see it first and decided over coffee that I couldn't see it because it glamourized prostitution and I guess they were afraid I'd decide to run off to Hollywood to be a part of something. Geez.
*gulp*
I went a little insane in the length department explaining what I will and will not do. Basically, it boils down to the fact that only mommies burn on the ceiling and daddies get to fall down dead, the freaking exploitative crap I have to make something and then look at what I've made and declare it good or whatever. Maybe I read Genesis one to many times and have a heart. So you go on your flist because of extreme hotness and love and so then you are up all night watching the vid and this happens a lot because this particular character you have to listen to this song. It is totally about Dean.
Cappy: Are there any songs that are not about Dean?
Me: Yes, the ones about Sam.
Cappy: Do you have *any* songs that are not about Sam or Dean...
Me: Um...
Cappy: or John!
Me: I have over 4,000 songs here...maybe [searches for awhile] AHA!
[Steely Dan's "Doctor Wu" plays]
Me: This song is totally not about anything on Supernatural.
Cappy [listens]: Wow, music that isn't about Supernatural sucks.
Me: That is what I have made and can go "Holy shit. I don't suck. Wow."
So, yeah - I do eventually love a vid more if the labor was easier. I can't help it and he will break your heart and THANK GOD FOR RAY!
Cause Ray gets him walking and if you didn't already love and adore and if you don't like it you are homophobic.
How's that? Let's discuss.
Oh - snippets of fannish/friendswithfen conversations I've had lately that amuse the hell out of me:
sisabet: Work sucks. I wanna get paid to not go in
renenet: when I am flush with discovery of "OMG this is totally what is happening right here!" I am not obsessed with hugs and death? Spike and Angel. And then I am told "blue" doesn't rhyme with "igloo" - say what??
So anyway, somewhere along the line I moved to New Orleans and that is not what is important. The important thing is the cable man made his way here this morning (and turned out to be a complete GEEK and a conversation about Blackadder turn into him asking if I was familiar with Spike from Buffy. Heh! He thinks Spike is the chosen vampire and he always kinda had a soul. I said I agreed. Angel is Big Bad and is cursed and Spike? Spike is a short bus vampire and always has been. It was fun)And. I. Watched. TV. Tonight. Go to hell Smallville. Seriously, actually don't. My expectations are virtually nil so I can't care much - but you did give me a cave-in in the past and for that you get a free pass. You just used it. Then I watched....Holy Cow. Dude! I am. With the... and the...and DAMN. Bobby? I love you and all that? Totally on the mouth.
And then I'll save you right back. Or vid Lex Luthor. Either or.
Hey! And I just remembered that when I was 15 and dying to go see "Pretty Woman" at the theater, my mom and her little group of mom-friends went to see it first and decided over coffee that I couldn't see it because it glamourized prostitution and I guess they were afraid I'd decide to run off to Hollywood to be a part of something. Geez.
