I was wondering why it's so quiet on LJ tonight...
Present at pyat and velvetpage's house are: etherlad and sassy_fae, thebitterguy, atomiks, nottheterritory and myself, and the three wee girls (baby sleeping through loud gaming, girls playing happily together). The majority of folks are playing some space board game. There's a lot of sarcasm and innuendo and snark and in-jokes (and really bad jokes) and geeking out. Ah, my people. *grin* senexmacdonald is on the phone with TBG right now; I can't imagine how strange the conversation must seem at a remove.
We have also been playing "Frets on Fire" which is like Guitar Hero except not costing an arm and a leg (yay, open source!), and playable on your PC/Mac via your keyboard. Nifty, but I get kind of dizzy... you can import other songs, but you have to program the keys for the song yourself, which I fear might be a tad complicated. Particularly if I were to try doing that for U2. "Hey, let's see if we can recreate Edge and his infinite guitar!" Ahaha, oh, man. I don't have that kind of dedication. :P
Besides, while we had the power off today, I played my real guitar. Alex was installing a new light outside the back door, so we shut down the power to the whole house because we really don't trust the previous owners -- as you may recall, we have good reason for this paranoia, and it turns out yeah, we were right. The connections were not done correctly. Oh, how we laughed. That laugh of "if I ever see Previous Owner again I'm gonna knock his block off."
Anyway. I was playing guitar because I didn't want to wear down the laptop battery and there wasn't much else to do (the bunny was doing her own thing, and I'd finished working in the garden, emptying the rain barrel, pulling more onions and moving earthworms from under the barrel to the garden. Yeah, I lead an exciting life). And I wanted music. I got out my old U2 songbooks and settled down to play for the boo, but as she said "these are nighttime songs, Mama." As in, songs I wind up singing to her while trying to get her to sleep. It's a fair cop. The great thing about early U2 is that many of their songs are in the "three chords and the truth" vein, which makes the stripped down versions of them easy on an acoustic (I'm no Edge, it goes without saying; Bono once said "I want to play guitar badly, and I do" and that's me, too). So the boo went back out in the yard and I played and sang A Sort of Homecoming and Bad. That was fun. :)
And speaking of which... I've been getting into the U2 RPS again. I tried before, but kept finding badfic, for some reason. Admittedly I wasn't trying terribly hard; it isn't as if I need another fandom, and this is not one in which I'm likely to write. But, truth be told, if I have one true fandom, this is it. I fell for them in 1983, and the love never died (though we grew apart during the Pop era). They are one of the slashiest bands EVER. If you've ever seen them in concert, you know what I mean. Before I even was aware of slash, Bono/Edge was my OTP. Here's why (note: these are not manipped in any way and were ganked off teh interweb):
Hello, Cowboy...
and
(Video for that here. It's about 2:40 into the footage. The grin Edge flashes when he's bitten is nifty, too, and oh look, Larry being pretty and Adam being sexy. Okay, uh, OT4?)
Dude, the slash was inevitable. Funny thing is, I've also been drawn to Adam/Edge (although I think I've had my fill of Adam-with-low-self-esteem rejecting Edge before he can be rejected; not that it hasn't been done well, but I've had enough). So, thanks to mireille719, I've found the good stuff, and wow. Yeah. That. Mmm. I'll probably do a personal rec list at some point, but meantime, this month at crack_van, there's some great recs. Or just go to Love is Blindness and dive into the slash, if it sounds like your cuppa.