This Friday's
fannish5 is pertinent to my interests!
"Describe or invent five fannish drinking games." This is like a dream come true for me. No really.
1. I already told
faded-lilac about this on Facebook, but a Kyle XY game where you drink every time Kyle's face is adorably confused would be really pretty great. It would also be challenging; you would have to be fairly attentive, as you got enormously trashed because he is always adorably confused.
2. Trashy songs! Like
here on
shaksper-random. Drink every time you have such a horrible idea, you must immediately tell it to all of your friends.
3. My journal is not really a fandom, (except when it is. I am an exceptionalist. Yes, it's not just countries anymore. It's for people me) but I did this recently anyway; drink whenever it's tacky. This includes fandom participation, cheap jokes using slang, jerky comments about people, and special illustrated posts about politicians.
Firstly, a primer!
This is Gordon Brown. I talk about him fairly frequently, but in case you had forgotten: Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, from Scotland, really clever, and privately hilarious.
This is Ed Westwick. I have not talked about him that often, but man Gossip Girl is pretty great, and Westwick kinda makes it. Not very clever, but a pretty good time nonetheless.
You may not be seeing the resemblance yet.
This is Westwick attempting to channel Chuck Bass. He is either very good at it (see: his actual publicity) or very bad (see: actual Chuck Bass isn't a character.) Really, it is often Blair and Ed Westwick, rather than anything else.
Seriously, isn't it uncanny? Like it's one dude walking down a street, and taking off his jacket and pulling out his phone. Also uncanny, I will admit, is the magical de-aging ray that fired somewhere in the middle of the block. Also moving to a totally different street. SUCH THINGS ARE IMMATERIAL.
Chuck Bass is indeed, a prophet for our times. A prophet of short shorts and Lycra, probably.
Gordon Brown is also a prophet for our times! It is like financial knowledge was called for, and lo, what country had a trained finance minister already in place as an executive? Honestly, these jokes write themselves.
They do. This picture leads me to believe that Gordon Brown once had a singularly tragic sense of style, until someone, probably his wife, Sarah, stepped in, and helped him buy some suits. Which is really a loss for world political fixtures, but probably a gain for our collective sanity. I respect Sarah Brown a good deal more, now.
OH YES.
YES YES YES.
What post would be complete without some CRAZYEYES to mix it up?
Not one of mine, for sure. This might be the reason Brown finds his current position so challenging; he has to overcome the terrible handicap of basically looking crazy, but all the time and he has to do it in a sincere way. Tragic.
What's that, Gordon? Are you embarrassed by your friends?
To phrase it more elegantly, are you ever not embarrassed by them? That's Alastair Campbell, Tony Blair and Gordon Brown, there, from left to right, but also in order of decreasing dickishness.
Don't worry, you'll never grow out of it! This is one of those pictures where everyone is clearly drunk and mostly trying hard not to show it, except for Westwick, who thinks that they are all retarded.
Westwick says that this was a pretty good time.
I...have, ahem, stalled on the actual theme, as I am now kinda tipsy. I HAD TO CHECK THE POST TO MAKE SURE THE PICTURES LOOKED RIGHT, OKAY? MAYBE A BUNCH OF TIMES.