On Friends, Fandom, and Freaking People Out

[evilhippo]

Today... has been weird. (It's also been forever since I've written, oh noes! I've been lazy... and nothing interesting outside of bizarre dreams has happened, and those actually got written down in the margins of my notebooks instead, so...)

Anyway... 63rd street? Erm... I had no idea there were actually open spaces like that so close to campus. That's... well, the total amount of thoroughly different is amazing. And made me quite uncomfortable until we actually got inside the wig store that was our destination. (Standing around on street corners on 63rd street looking lost is really not a cool thing, as far as I'm concerned... but it was also broad daylight, so there shouldn't have been anything to worry about. Honestly, I've wandered around sketchier places in Youngstown, but it wasn't with a guy who was... trying to do tai chi in the middle of the street. Oy. And those sketchy places are smaller.) We ended up with a lead or two, but we didn't actually find anything useful, so I promised to keep an eye out in Belmont if I end up up there sometime this week (which is... fairly certain, really). Then we went to the co-op bookstore, and I stood around trying to finish reading Brokeback Mountain (since I only got halfway through the first time, since I got dragged away for some reason or another and then lost the link) while Skirtpants stood around going through Marvel artbooks. Then I got around to musing about how the world really needs more universes for writers to play aorund with like Marvel has. Someday, when I get established as... something, I dunno... I'm going to find a way to get a bunch of people together and work on something like that. I know, at least, that's when I write better. It'd do the world good. (Just nod and smile.)

Then I was starving, and we went to Hutch. (I've skipped over the part between 63rd and the co-op because I've already repressed the conversation that somehow went from Transformers slash to valley-girl stoners to Socrates-sex.) I would like to now make a definitive argument against mixing fandom and real-life friends.And a double argument against mixing friends and limited extensions of fandoms such as omg_alchemist. Hutch did not 1) need to know about mpreg or 2) Roy's underwear nor probably 3) the sorts of stains that might be on them. Nor really 4, which was an abridged history of mpreg in relation to Roy and Ed, with citations from the best bad justification of mpreg ever (it's near the bottom of the spork). My notebook also didn't need to be mistreated so.



It started out as rather innocent, since I said Roy's name should be written on the inside of his boxer-briefs... and then it turned into "well, who has feminine handwriting" so the notebook came out so I could prove that I could fake feminine handwriting. (Most of those, save for the two on the second line, are mine. And the top right is my fake Hughes signature because... I don't know why, really.) And then we had to doodle the boxer-briefs, then it went into stains, and I made a valiant effort to turn to to Roy having doodled on his military-issued underwears (as made canon by chapter 56), which is the reason for the poorly-drawn dragon-seal with the line through it. (That came with sound effects, it's a shame you can't hear them.) And, since solitaryjane was there, the underlying theme was sex. (Hence the pr0n. Which was thankfully only written as a word). Really, I think it's a good thing that, for the most part, conversations don't carry terribly well in Hutch. And it was mostly empty, so the chances of everyone else hearing me argue for the possiblity of pudding stains on couches were fairly slim. ...

... I'm pretty certain this was worse than the Elricest conversation in Cobb Coffee Shop. Darnit.

Comments

[linen.livejournal.com]

BUT WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT I THINK THAT ED HAD THE BEST JUSTIFICATION FOR GETTING PREGNANT EEEVAAAAAR. I MEAN COME ON. THAT ONE TOOK SOME THOUGHT. BUDDY. :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

[evilhippo.livejournal.com]

Ed totally gets the Most Roundabout Mpreg Ever Award, with a special acknowledgement for being a woman both at conception and for the birth. It's a rare universe that allows for something that special. (-;

However... ED STILL GETS BLAMED BECAUSE IT'S HIS FAULT I'VE NOW BROUGHT UP MPREG TWICE IN CONVERSATIONS WITH THESE POOR PEOPLE. ONCE IN A FAIRLY FANCY RESTAURANT (AFTER ACCUSING A RANDOM GUY AT ANOTHER TABLE OF BEING A WEREWOLF). SO THERE. (-;

[solitaryjane.livejournal.com]

Since solitaryjane was there the underlying theme was of course sex.

I should feel offended.

[doting-daddy.livejournal.com]

^_^

Well, I certainly can't blame Skirtpants. And it's hardly me that brings up sex all the time. You started the stains on the underwear. Heck, all I brought up was the fact that there was actual Transformers slash! And that was hardly unprovoked. (-;

Hurrah.

[hieronymousb.livejournal.com]

Props to you for linking someone my spork. I think the Best Bad Reason For Mpreg Ever (TM) should be immortalized and taught to children everywhere, ne?

Re: Hurrah.

[evilhippo.livejournal.com]

No education would be complete without it, certainly. ^_^