daylyn | Entries tagged with amusing anecdotes

So, I just came across an article at Newsweek.com about slash fanfiction. Specifically it deals with Kirk/Spock, but it does mention other fandoms (although not Sherlock Holmes. How could they have left that out?).

http://www.newsweek.com/id/195963

Slash is becoming mainstream. Damn, if it starts to get trendy, I'll probably be kicked out.

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As recc'd by the wonderful

cs_whitewolf, who found it on the jamesmoranblog.

As James notes:
"Now, I am of the opinion that the Jeremy Brett version of Sherlock Holmes is the definitive portrayal. The Granada series is superb, I have the box set of the entire series, including the feature length ones, and it's just fantastic. However, you can always improve on a classic, with the simple addition of pasty white blokes rapping. This just makes me fall about in hysterics, and for several days this has been the funniest thing in the world for me. Sorry, but I'm very childish."

I couldn't have said it better myself.

Current Mood: amused

This is supposed to be a scan of my true brain, the emotions that run my life.

I have to admit that it seems strangely accurate.

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Talk about a surreal moment…

I was out all day, and came home to find my mother on the Internet. Not at all unusual. But then she called me over.

“Who wrote this story?” she asked.

“What story?” I said.

“This great story about Harry Potter.”

I looked over her shoulder and saw she was reading Gladly Beyond Any Experience by

femmequixotic from the

snarry_olympics. She must have found the story in the browser’s memory or something.

“Er…” I said.

“It’s really well written,” Mom gushed.

“Er…” I continued helplessly.

“This person should be a professional writer,” she enthused. “This is better than what J.K. does.”

Panic began to set in. I realized that I had really better warn her about what she was reading. “Just to let you know, Snape and Harry kind of get together.” I said, very, very quietly.

“Oh, I already figured that out,” she replied. “Now go away so I can read this.”

I left.

The last I heard she was at the point where Severus and Harry go to eat at the gay bar.

Yes, my almost 60 year old mother has discovered NC-17 Snarry. I don’t know whether to laugh or crawl up in a hole and die. Not that I have a problem with her reading Snarry (because everyone should read Snarry). But I don’t want to know she’s doing it. And I really don’t want her to know I’m reading it. My god, what if she asks me for recs?!

ETA: My mother just finished the story and said, "Oh, that was so cute!" Then she wanted to talk about it. I'm feigning exhaustion and hiding in my bedroom.

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This can only happen in L.A. My neighbor's dog attacked my dog and I got to rant to Snoop Dogg (yes, the rapper) about it.

This afternoon, I was taking my large, German Shepherd dog out to do his business. By way of background, my dog recently had surgery to repair a torn ligament in his knee, which is a pretty major operation and includes cutting the dog’s leg bone, repositioning it, and melding it back together with a metal plate. Needless to say, he is still in a fair bit of pain during the recovery phase.

I took the elevator down to the lobby of my building, the door opened and, as my dog tried to limp out, my neighbor’s horrible little Bichon Frise ran in and viciously attacked my big dog. Go ahead and laugh if you want about ankle biting little dogs, but this dog is a menace. It has already bitten several people in the building, and is always in attack mode.

My poor dog collapsed on his bad leg, and the little dog kept on biting. Then my dog, struggling to get up, tried to bite down and break the little dog’s back. I was desperately pulling him up, trying to prevent that, and the little bastard Bichon was still biting. Finally, the other dog’s owner got his terror under control. I yelled out something rather nasty, and the elevator door closed.

I pressed the button for the lobby level to open the door again, but the elevator began to rise. Obviously someone had already pressed the button on the upper floor.

My dog and I rode the elevator to the top level, the door opened, and Snoop Dogg was standing there. Yes really. Snoop Dogg. The rapper. In a mink jacket. And a Santa hat. He must have been visiting my neighbor. Needless to say, a vision of Snoop Dogg was most unexpected, especially at that moment in time.

Snoop Dogg saw my big dog, and decided not to get into the elevator with us. I can't say that I blame him, epecially since he had just heard the dog fight.

By this point, I was so pissed off because of my neighbor’s dog that I started ranting to Snoop Dogg about how my dog was injured and how the little dog viciously attacked my dog. I apologized for ranting and said that I was really upset, but then continued to rant some more.

Snoop Dogg wished me a Happy Holidays.

I returned the holiday greetings.

The elevator door closed. I rode the elevator back down to the lobby. Fortunately, the vicious dog and its owner had taken the stairs and were no longer there.

I took my poor dog, who really had to go, outside.

A few moments later, I saw Snoop Dogg leave my building. We had a brief discussion about how it’s always the little dogs attacking the big dogs before he got into his truck and drove away.

And I have to admit that, as furious as I am with my neighbor and his vicious ball of furry terror, the fact that I ranted to Snoop Dogg about it is pretty damn surreal.

Only in L.A.

Happy Holidays Everyone!

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Well, it was actually David Thewlis performing on stage, but still…

So, last night I saw Theater of the New Ear, which was a very cool artsy live performance. There were two short works, each performed with three actors sitting on stools, accompanied by a small orchestra and a foley artist performing sound effects. What was very cool was that because you were just listening to the actors’ performances and the sounds (they didn't "act out" any of the pieces), you created your own visualization of the work in your head.

The first work was called Anomalisa (Anomaly + Lisa), and featured our very own Remus… er… I mean David Thewlis… as a British man who was going through a bit a paranoid schizophrenic nervous breakdown. You slowly become drawn into his delusional world, and you both like and dislike the character as he unintentionally yet purposefully hurts the women around him (I realize that ‘unintentional’ and ‘purposeful’ are contradictory, but that’s what he did).

David performed with Jennifer Jason Leigh and Tom Noonan and, yes, the highlight of the evening (for me) was when David and Jennifer had a sex scene together. It was very interesting watching two actors, on opposite sides of the stage, just sitting there but creating the sound effects of their characters having sex with each other. And I’m telling you, after listening to David perform an orgasm, I NEED more Lupin slash. Right now!

The other work was called Hope Leaves the Theater and was performed by Meryl Streep, Hope Davis, and Peter Dinklage. This was one of those postmodern “play within a play within a play” types of works, with Hope Davis acting as an audience member watching the performance we, the current audience, were watching, and Meryl Streep “breaking character” to have a “diva tantrum” and to yell at Hope Davis’ audience character when her cell phone goes off.

The play was one of those commentaries on the starkness and isolation of modern life (and hit a little too close to home for me in some parts), but was very cleverly and humorously done.

But still, the highlight was Remus Lupin having an orgasm… Really, it doesn’t get much better than that.

*sigh*

*goes off to look for Lupin stories*

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So I just recently got back home from the New Orleans Jazz and Heritage Festival, where I had gone with

arrmaitee and my non-LJ user friend whom I’ll call “J”.

We were out on Bourbon Street on Friday night, after a day spent at the Festival. We were just walking along, drinking our alcoholic slushees, when Arrmaitee gets this brilliant idea that we just had to go see the Female Impersonators.

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OR You Can't Make Stuff Like This Up!

As a bit of background, I've been traveling in New Zealand for about five weeks now, and I have to say that this is one of the most beautiful countries in the world. The landscapes are incredible, especially in the south island, although the volcanic areas of the north island are also amazing.

But, to be honest, the towns are... well... a bit dull. Usually.

Except this past Saturday night in Thames, New Zealand.

Now, I arrived in Thames after a day of driving around. I had been to the Lord of the Rings Hobbiton movie set earlier, and was heading up toward the coast of the Coromandel Peninsula. I was just looking for a cheap place to stay, and Thames seemed to fit the bill.

The Backpacker (hostel) was situated over a bar, and I made the mistake of asking if they served food, since I was absolutely starving. They did, and the proprietor promised to introduce me to some of the locals, after telling me they were holding a Rocky Horror Picture Show contest. Having just recently seen the movie again in New York, I thought, naively, that this would be an innocent, fun way to spend my night.

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arrmaitee and I are doing a holiday in Australia and New Zealand (Arrmaitee is here for four weeks, and I'm here for almost three months). We just arrived in Sydney, Australia on Wednesday, and we were advised multiple times that we HAD to go see the Blue Mountains. Well, I thought that a good sightseeing tour would suffice, but Arrmaitee HAD to do the three hour hike into the Grand Canyon. So we booked a tour for Friday.

Well, Friday rolls along and it is pouring rain (I mean POURING rain), but we decided to go hiking anyway. After all, it is an adventure, right? We take this chartered bus to the Blue Moutains with a bitchy British woman and a Cirque Du Soleil escapee. Arrmaitee and the British woman get into a fight over Arrmaitee hiking with his Burberry umbrella. Of course, the more she insists that he can't hike with it, the more he insists that he can't hike without it!
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So I flew from Los Angeles to Oakland this evening, and I had the most bizarre experience.

First, I end up sitting next to the flying nun… yes, she was a nun, in full habit. It wouldn’t have been so bad, but it was really hot in California today. Really hot. And the nun was sweating. Really sweating. So I’m sitting next to the sweating flying nun.

But that wasn’t all. The nun kept putting things in her pockets. First, it was peanuts. Then she took things out of her bag, and started shoving them into her pocket. Small things. Lots of things.

I’m trying not to stare, because she’s a nun and I really don’t want to insult her (in case she brings the wrath of God down upon me), but it was really strange.

Fortunately, I had a distraction, the strange man with the old PDA across the aisle from me. He was typing furiously into his little electronic device. Then the flight attendant announced that all electronic devices must be turned off. He looked around furtively, and then went back to typing. The flight attendant started walking down the aisle. He hid his PDA so that she couldn’t see it. The second she passed, Mr. “I don’t need to follow the same rules as everyone else” pulls out his PDA and starts typing furiously again.

The flight attendant walks by again, and the same thing happens. And again. I almost asked why he thought he was so special, but it was waaaay more fun watching his darting looks around the cabin and his fast, intense typing (and I could see that he had many files, and he kept open new ones, and typing like a madman in them).

And if that wasn’t enough, the pilot came on the intercom and announced, right before takeoff, that we had a warning light, but everything would be OK. Don’t worry. Just a warning light. And then we took off. Yikes.

While it was a very interesting flight, I’m glad it was only an hour…