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[fredericks]

I managed to secure yesterday and today off as personal days and I'm loving it. Yesterday I spent time addressing and posting invitations to mom's 50th birthday party, and tried to pin down a DJ and a photographer. Also headed out to the hall to make the final payment. Dealing with family quibbles is the most annoying part of this whole last-minute deal. That the party is for two sisters (twins!), with their own drama between them, is not making matters easier. I'm never taking it upon myself to organize one of these ever again, particularly with such short notice.

Work is work. Ulcer-inducing and somewhat overwhelming and things aren't getting easier. Not going to talk about it.

Other than that, lots of relaxing and fannish indulgence going on. I was reading a couple of stories the other day and was just bowled over by the amazing writing. I love it. And I've been singing Na Na Na (Na Na Na Na Na Na Na) since Tuesday, thanks to certain parties on my FL (hilarious discovery - getting the disembodied iPod voice to speak the title aloud will induce giggles). AND! AND! Stephen Fry has been tapped to play Mycroft in the Holmes sequel. I don't care if purists frown on the RDJ/Jude Law movie, it's RDJ! and Jude Law! and now STEPHEN FRY! Come on, folks.

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[fredericks.livejournal.com]

Dude, MCR's actual lyrics can be so cracktastic that the misheard ones sometimes make more sense (::is pretending that Cancer hasn't almost made her cry tears of angsty sorrow while riding public transportation::).

I indeed have been to Dragon-Con. Why do you ask?

[paradise-city.livejournal.com]

I don't think I've listened to "Cancer." "I Don't Love You" is the one that always gets me, unless I'm watching the video where Gerard looks like a crying Weeble. Then it just cracks me up.

Dragon Con's the one in Atlanta, right? I was thinking about going next year if I haven't moved yet, but I don't think I know anyone else who's been there and can tell me if it's worth it or not.

[fredericks.livejournal.com]

The only MCR vids I've watched were for Helena and Ghost of You. I love them, but the drama doesn't come naturally to those guys. When Gerard's crying out for Mikey on the beach in Normandy I can't help but cackle, even though the cinematography is amazing. Cancer is a bit out of left field when you consider the tone of TBP, imo, which makes me wonder about the sincerity of the lyrics. But, yeah, I'll take it, cynicism and all. I've dealt with too many folks with terminal diagnoses not to feel exactly where those words are coming from.

Dragon-Con is in Atlanta. It is perpetually gonzo, crowded, chaotic, and awesome. It makes every Labor Day weekend feel like a geek retreat. Check out the website and this year's Con Guide. It tends to be more sci-fi than comic focused, but there really is a little bit something for everyone.

Since we're on a MCR theme, gotta share that Gerard came down to Dragon-Con as a mundane two or three years ago and left the fangirls all a-twitter. It's damn near impossible to blend into a crowd when your hair is dyed a bright color and you have a single with a video that plays on MTV, god bless his nerdy shy heart.

[paradise-city.livejournal.com]

It must be difficult dealing with terminal diagnoses as a matter of course. Some of that's popping up at my own job and it's so difficult for people to handle, especially when it's their first time.

I didn't realize Dragon Con's in September. I'll be out of here by then, but I'm sure it would've been a good time. I've only been to one con and it kind of freaked me out, but it was a bad experience all around and I'm hoping a different con'll be better. Either that or just I'm a terrible fangirl, which is totally possible.

And of course Gerard showed up there randomly. I shouldn't be surprised. It's like that one time I'm pretty sure I ran into Patrick Stump at Target and all I could think was, "(A) Your pants are way tighter in person than they are on TV, (b) you can't pick grapes for shit, dude, and (c) get out of my way because I need some apples."

Anyway. Speaking of El Gerard, I'll be sending my fic along for beta in a minute. Thanks again for that, by the way!

[fredericks.livejournal.com]

Now I want to hear all about your Con experience, you carrot-dangler.
Too bad you won't be around for DCon. Where are you off to?

And of course Gerard showed up there randomly. I shouldn't be surprised. It's like that one time I'm pretty sure I ran into Patrick Stump at Target and all I could think was, "(A) Your pants are way tighter in person than they are on TV, (b) you can't pick grapes for shit, dude, and (c) get out of my way because I need some apples."
lol! STUMP!! In Target! Dude, get out. All Gerard garnered from me was a couple of exasperated sighs and a raised eyebrow (the gridlock his presence made at the escalators, my god). I totally would have swooned in the produce if I'd caught sight of PStump.

[paradise-city.livejournal.com]

Now I want to hear all about your Con experience.

There really isn't much to say. It was very poorly organized and fell apart halfway through. They con runners really short on funds, so guests didn't come because they knew they weren't going to be paid. The hotel ended up kicking the con runners because they couldn't cover the cost of the conference room rentals and then there was a big clusterfuck about getting refunds for the con goers.

That wasn't even the weird part, though. It was...I don't know. I'm fannishly closeted and not prone to squeeing and I felt a lot of secondhand embarrassment for all the stereotypical fangirl behavior on display. I know that makes me judgey and I totally own it. I just think there's a thin line between appropriate fannish investment/behavior and creepy scary obsession and my obsession squick got hit hard. It could be that I'm not built out for cons or it could be that the people willing to come to a half-assed con exhibit more of those obsessional behaviors than people at a more mainstream con. I'm not sure. I'd like to try again to know if it's me or not, but I don't know that I'll get the chance.

And I don't know where I'm moving to yet. I'm applying for a doctoral internship and I won't know until March where I'll be going. I just know I'll be out of here in May/June.

STUMP!! In Target!

Swear to god. I watched him get totally flustered when some girl hit on him and then I was out of patience and just wanted him to move so I could get my apples. (Of course, that was the day I had my cart piled with all manner of girly and sex necessities. I was embarrassed for a split second -- like PStump gives a fuck what's in my cart -- until I remembered I could practically tell if he was circumcised, his stupid pants were so tight. Really, he's the one who should have been embarrassed.)

Also, Escalator Gridlock sounds like the name of a crappy emo band. I'd probably get a little swoony around Gerard, so I admire your resolve. Unless his hair was dirty -- my opinion of him totally rests on his hair. Fuck, I'm judgey.