so tonight I'm gonna party like it's 1999
Jan. 1st, 2006 01:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aruanSo, New Year's, huh? Time to reminisce.
Not that there's a terrible lot to talk about - this was the year I worked, almost singlemindedly. Which taught me two things - it's the only way to do one's job to its fullest, and two, it's entirely unsustainable from a personal well-being standpoint. Because people have things like classes and families and significant others and, fuck, a good book, and there is nothing reasonable about demanding that work be the be-all, end-all No.1 priority. And when all you do is work, your personal happiness starts being derived from something that is never done, that depends way too heavily in every way on others, and which doesn't care about you in the slightest.
It's good to know these things now, though it cost me a semester of college, probably a few months off my lifespan, a lot of whining for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
walkingshadow to listen to, a significant coffee-incurred debt, and, well, my life as I knew it. Most significantly perhaps, this was my year without fandom. For the first time since I was thirteen, I spent a year sneaking only furtive, bi-monthly glances at my f'list, drive-by reading a story here and there when the itch got too great, but otherwise existing outside of the fannish stratosphere.pierydys pried me out for Challenge with a side of Harry Potter in the middle there, but otherwise, I spent the year at the office, playing Mall Madness and Uno or watching Law & Order and South Park with Mike, in Foley's office conferencing about the paper, eating Moe's, and acquiring a taste for beer at various office parties.
There was a flurry of activity toward the home stretch though, something about job hunting throughout Florida and toeing the shallow end of a new fandom. Which resulted in acquiring a very seemingly sanity-friendly job in a city just half an hour out of O-Town (Universal Studios annual pass, here I come) and oh, hi, that wasn't water but QUICKSAND, and I've yet to take a breath since that first dip into Stargate Atlantis.
Huh. That would be coming full circle, eh? Well, the universe does strive for equilibrium, but it sure is nice to lay it all out and find myself even up at the end.
While we're on the topic, my fic writing block regarding SGA? I don't feel smart enough to write an even more fictional version of an already fictional character. I feel like Rodney would sneer at me if I tried to put words in his mouth without a PhD in quantum theory. I get that Wikipedia is my friend, but man, it hasn't helped that in going through my notes from middle and high school, I came to the depressing conclusion that I was much smarter once upon a time.
That's pretty much been my sole occupation of the past week - digging through all my worldly possessions in preparation for a total move. My mom warned that after the divorce, we'd likely have to sell the house, which is fine by me but that means clearing out everything. Came across newspaper clippings of the Marlins winning the World Series, my Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers Megazord, many event T-shirts that for no explicable reason are all large (men's shirts, which I still, some thirty pounds later, still wear a small in), much Barbie/XF/Sailor Moon/NIN/Star Wars swag and countless video tapes (gonna have to make that DVD recorder a VCR combo). It made me realize how little I've lived. Which is right and wrong, as there's no real standard for these things, but besides a few photographs, the odd trophy, and a lot of traveling, my life's been spectacularly average. The high end of average, but pretty standard fare so far.
I've also been spending a good four hours a night on LJ. And aah, fandom. With your meta kerfuffles (yes, I do hate style=mine as well - the first time someone linked something like that, I got there and FREAKED THE FUCK OUT because omg, you stole my layout DIE) and your schizophrenic approaches (people are scared of Sheppard, whaaat?) and your general idiosyncrasy. I've basically written off most of the past year as a loss, except for a certain few journals and yet another "lot" of SGA discussion and fic, because man, it's tough being the new kid, especially after a year and a half. Even though it's largely lopsided, as I love Rodney all the time and Sheppard kind of hovers at the periphery until he's in the room/on the radio/negotiating mortal situations with him. It's interesting that people in this fandom are largely so skewed in either direction. It makes me want to do a poll.
Also, David Hewlett is utterly incapable of starting or finishing a sentence. And he says things like "mercifully unerotic"! His knowing chuckle at the allusion to the "dynamics" of McKay and Sheppard! Add the constant interjections, and he's an impossible interview, yet he's irresistable adorable. Along with Joe Flanigan, who seems to know everything about everything and skateboards and asks the cameraman not to tell his wife he's not single. You wouldn't believe how I laughed and laughed. The man is fantastic, he truly is.
To mark the occasion of the calendar year's turning, Discovery.com had an interesting article about a celebration called the Festival of Drunkenness. Headline? Ancients Ran In New Year With Dance, Beer. Link? http://dsc.discovery.com/news/briefs/20051226/drunkegypt_arc.html. Heh. Have a good (and safe) one, kids. I went to City Place with my mom in downtown West Palm Beach, and it's just as well-liquored and boring as you'd think. But there was nobody I would've rather spent New Year's with, as we both are about to depart from everything we've known for the last 16 years. But really, so long as she, my brother and I are solid, that's all we need in this world.
Not that there's a terrible lot to talk about - this was the year I worked, almost singlemindedly. Which taught me two things - it's the only way to do one's job to its fullest, and two, it's entirely unsustainable from a personal well-being standpoint. Because people have things like classes and families and significant others and, fuck, a good book, and there is nothing reasonable about demanding that work be the be-all, end-all No.1 priority. And when all you do is work, your personal happiness starts being derived from something that is never done, that depends way too heavily in every way on others, and which doesn't care about you in the slightest.
It's good to know these things now, though it cost me a semester of college, probably a few months off my lifespan, a lot of whining for
walkingshadow to listen to, a significant coffee-incurred debt, and, well, my life as I knew it. Most significantly perhaps, this was my year without fandom. For the first time since I was thirteen, I spent a year sneaking only furtive, bi-monthly glances at my f'list, drive-by reading a story here and there when the itch got too great, but otherwise existing outside of the fannish stratosphere.pierydys pried me out for Challenge with a side of Harry Potter in the middle there, but otherwise, I spent the year at the office, playing Mall Madness and Uno or watching Law & Order and South Park with Mike, in Foley's office conferencing about the paper, eating Moe's, and acquiring a taste for beer at various office parties.There was a flurry of activity toward the home stretch though, something about job hunting throughout Florida and toeing the shallow end of a new fandom. Which resulted in acquiring a very seemingly sanity-friendly job in a city just half an hour out of O-Town (Universal Studios annual pass, here I come) and oh, hi, that wasn't water but QUICKSAND, and I've yet to take a breath since that first dip into Stargate Atlantis.
Huh. That would be coming full circle, eh? Well, the universe does strive for equilibrium, but it sure is nice to lay it all out and find myself even up at the end.
While we're on the topic, my fic writing block regarding SGA? I don't feel smart enough to write an even more fictional version of an already fictional character. I feel like Rodney would sneer at me if I tried to put words in his mouth without a PhD in quantum theory. I get that Wikipedia is my friend, but man, it hasn't helped that in going through my notes from middle and high school, I came to the depressing conclusion that I was much smarter once upon a time.
That's pretty much been my sole occupation of the past week - digging through all my worldly possessions in preparation for a total move. My mom warned that after the divorce, we'd likely have to sell the house, which is fine by me but that means clearing out everything. Came across newspaper clippings of the Marlins winning the World Series, my Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers Megazord, many event T-shirts that for no explicable reason are all large (men's shirts, which I still, some thirty pounds later, still wear a small in), much Barbie/XF/Sailor Moon/NIN/Star Wars swag and countless video tapes (gonna have to make that DVD recorder a VCR combo). It made me realize how little I've lived. Which is right and wrong, as there's no real standard for these things, but besides a few photographs, the odd trophy, and a lot of traveling, my life's been spectacularly average. The high end of average, but pretty standard fare so far.
I've also been spending a good four hours a night on LJ. And aah, fandom. With your meta kerfuffles (yes, I do hate style=mine as well - the first time someone linked something like that, I got there and FREAKED THE FUCK OUT because omg, you stole my layout DIE) and your schizophrenic approaches (people are scared of Sheppard, whaaat?) and your general idiosyncrasy. I've basically written off most of the past year as a loss, except for a certain few journals and yet another "lot" of SGA discussion and fic, because man, it's tough being the new kid, especially after a year and a half. Even though it's largely lopsided, as I love Rodney all the time and Sheppard kind of hovers at the periphery until he's in the room/on the radio/negotiating mortal situations with him. It's interesting that people in this fandom are largely so skewed in either direction. It makes me want to do a poll.
Also, David Hewlett is utterly incapable of starting or finishing a sentence. And he says things like "mercifully unerotic"! His knowing chuckle at the allusion to the "dynamics" of McKay and Sheppard! Add the constant interjections, and he's an impossible interview, yet he's irresistable adorable. Along with Joe Flanigan, who seems to know everything about everything and skateboards and asks the cameraman not to tell his wife he's not single. You wouldn't believe how I laughed and laughed. The man is fantastic, he truly is.
To mark the occasion of the calendar year's turning, Discovery.com had an interesting article about a celebration called the Festival of Drunkenness. Headline? Ancients Ran In New Year With Dance, Beer. Link? http://dsc.discovery.com/news/briefs/20051226/drunkegypt_arc.html. Heh. Have a good (and safe) one, kids. I went to City Place with my mom in downtown West Palm Beach, and it's just as well-liquored and boring as you'd think. But there was nobody I would've rather spent New Year's with, as we both are about to depart from everything we've known for the last 16 years. But really, so long as she, my brother and I are solid, that's all we need in this world.
