A very private squee OR outing my fangirl self
Okay, that? That was perfect on so. many. levels.
First off, total slash fangirl's dream. Even without the outtake version (but since I *had* seen the outtake previously, I had what would have been an inexplicable crack-up, had anyone else been there to witness), oh my god, the SLASH. Seriously, the amount of insecurity and self-worth tied up in that relationship really pushes the bonds of the plausibly platonic.
Moving on, though. Someone told my FAVORITE WORST JOKE. The same one I'd told yesterday as my come-back to the interrupting cow knock-knock joke. My FAVORITE worst joke, the one that my sister told me. Perhaps drunkenly. Perhaps having learned it while drunk. Anyway, it made it into a tv show -- how cool is that? And then? And then? The same character took a potshot at the fourth wall. How great is that?
And Shakespeare tortured almost (but not quite) beyond recognition. LOVE. SERIOUS, SERIOUS LOVE.
Plus the IMPLAUSIBILITY of most all major plot points. Sheer. Genius. Seriously, nothing but nothing made any sort of logical sense, except that it did. You either went along with the ride, or turned it off. So, so surreal. Wow.
And yet, the writing turned back to touch beautifully on what someone else pointed out as the show's major theme/motif: loss. Loss and pain and emptiness, and the possibility of moving past it someday.
And the main character LIES LIKE A DOG. He is COMPULSIVE. It is HYSTERICAL.
Okay, yeah, this is going public. So, outing myself it is:
New fandom. Shut up. I blame the internet.
First off, total slash fangirl's dream. Even without the outtake version (but since I *had* seen the outtake previously, I had what would have been an inexplicable crack-up, had anyone else been there to witness), oh my god, the SLASH. Seriously, the amount of insecurity and self-worth tied up in that relationship really pushes the bonds of the plausibly platonic.
Moving on, though. Someone told my FAVORITE WORST JOKE. The same one I'd told yesterday as my come-back to the interrupting cow knock-knock joke. My FAVORITE worst joke, the one that my sister told me. Perhaps drunkenly. Perhaps having learned it while drunk. Anyway, it made it into a tv show -- how cool is that? And then? And then? The same character took a potshot at the fourth wall. How great is that?
And Shakespeare tortured almost (but not quite) beyond recognition. LOVE. SERIOUS, SERIOUS LOVE.
Plus the IMPLAUSIBILITY of most all major plot points. Sheer. Genius. Seriously, nothing but nothing made any sort of logical sense, except that it did. You either went along with the ride, or turned it off. So, so surreal. Wow.
And yet, the writing turned back to touch beautifully on what someone else pointed out as the show's major theme/motif: loss. Loss and pain and emptiness, and the possibility of moving past it someday.
And the main character LIES LIKE A DOG. He is COMPULSIVE. It is HYSTERICAL.
Okay, yeah, this is going public. So, outing myself it is:
New fandom. Shut up. I blame the internet.