i only need two more miracles to be a saint
Man, lazy lazy Saturday. Last night the sisterthing and I just kind of hung out. We rented the Friday the 13 remake, which was terrible, but had some reasonably entertaining death scenes and Jared Padalecki in a tight t-shirt, so, you know, money well spent. We also rented Constantine, because I was craving THE BEEF, and ended up playing a drinking game that, even once we decided to ignore one of the major rules, had us falling-down drunk before the movie was over. Probably should've been a little less liberal with the vodka.
I haven't been thinking much about the particulars of The Disco Divorce, because my emotional investment, while less than it has been in the past, is still pretty ridiculous. I think it's kind of been like a Band-Aid that you don't want to yank off. I can't stop picking at the edges, and while I'd really like it to just gtfo already, I can't really bring myself to remove it.
And then I saw Sara's new story, and that pretty well ripped the Band-Aid off. It was an immensely satisfying read, and I think you should go read it, too. Brendon/Ryan, NC-17, and ouch.
It seems to be more difficult to write stories about endings than beginnings, because we want big drama. It's like that scene in Amadeus where Mozart is told that he needs a bigger flourish at the end of a piece so people know when to clap. But it's been my experience that things rarely end with a bang, that instead they do so with a whimper, and so a story about The End is automatically incomplete. Things don't really end when they end; the last chapter in the saga of Panic(!) at the Disco is not the divorce, and it's sad to think about but it's also pretty fascinating. When a friendship or a romance or a working relationship is over, even when it ends in a decisive manner, it takes some time for things to shake out. So if there's going to be a story about the band breaking up, I'm almost more interested in reading about the months that follow.
I haven't been thinking much about the particulars of The Disco Divorce, because my emotional investment, while less than it has been in the past, is still pretty ridiculous. I think it's kind of been like a Band-Aid that you don't want to yank off. I can't stop picking at the edges, and while I'd really like it to just gtfo already, I can't really bring myself to remove it.
And then I saw Sara's new story, and that pretty well ripped the Band-Aid off. It was an immensely satisfying read, and I think you should go read it, too. Brendon/Ryan, NC-17, and ouch.
It seems to be more difficult to write stories about endings than beginnings, because we want big drama. It's like that scene in Amadeus where Mozart is told that he needs a bigger flourish at the end of a piece so people know when to clap. But it's been my experience that things rarely end with a bang, that instead they do so with a whimper, and so a story about The End is automatically incomplete. Things don't really end when they end; the last chapter in the saga of Panic(!) at the Disco is not the divorce, and it's sad to think about but it's also pretty fascinating. When a friendship or a romance or a working relationship is over, even when it ends in a decisive manner, it takes some time for things to shake out. So if there's going to be a story about the band breaking up, I'm almost more interested in reading about the months that follow.