I wish I had the energy to write up B5 right now, because oh Londo! But I spent a bunch of time in traffic today because of (a) rain and (b) the horrific new Bay Bridge span redesign, which requires you to slow down to 35 MPH or become a smear on the concrete sidewalls, and therefore is a total traffic bottleneck. I guess the horrific traffic on the bridge wasn't moving slowly enough, and Caltrans looked at it and thought, "Hey, how can we slow this down MORE"?
But I met the dog, and he is adorable and friendly and very, very smart. He's got issues, especially shyness around other dogs, but they're the kind of issues I look forward to working through with him. Yay! I miss him already, because I won't have him until after Christmas. His foster mom is amazing, and I'm so glad she's willing to work with my timing so that we can transition him into my house as smoothly as possible.
In other news, USA is running an Elliot and Olivia SVU marathon, because even they noticed the Elliot/Olivia, and I am watching it while I fold laundry, and
the episode where Elliot and Olivia investigate the animal smuggling ring and there is that hot scene where Olivia gets out of the under-cover Elliot's apartment by pretending to be a hooker is creeping me out for an entirely different reason--because the victim, and the victim's twin sister, are played by someone who modeled for Interweave Knits for several years. I think she's also in that new Meryl Streep/Alec Baldwin movie. And hey, good for her, but I keep looking at her and wondering where her interesting sweater is.
In other news, I found
this post about Southern college football fans and tribalism really interesting.
I think the author misses the attraction of the repeated meetings, and the routine, in fandoms of all kinds. I mean, I go to Dragon*Con to see the people I know, and the guests are a secondary consideration; I did know people who followed the Dead, and part of the reason they did it was the semi-stable community; when I was growing up in a suburb of Birmingham, my neighbors had friends who parked their RV outside the house every Friday night before a Saturday Auburn game, and I suspect that the dynamics of the familiar fannish routine weren't that different, just a lot more expensive. But college football on the West Coast just isn't the same, and I think it's partly because the graduates have other tribal affinities outside of and very separate from the football culture, whereas in the South, not so much.
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