This post somehow became all about Sheldon.
So I am all moved back in with my folks. They do not have internet, hence me being quiet.
(Note to the one person on my flist who cares about the Threshold re-watching+ficathon plan: I am still going to make this happen! Somehow.)
So I started watching The Big Bang Theory because I've been in the mood for comedies, and, wow. I really do not like it thus far. I hate how the entire premise of the show is "let's write a show about geeks in which instead of humanizing an often-mocked population we MOCK THEM FURTHER and continue to reinforce all traditional notions that these people are incapable of relating to the rest of the world on a really fundamental level." Idk, maybe that changes later on (I'm only on the first disc), but the oversaturation of stereotypes-with-no-subversion thereof is just painful for me.
AND YET. SHELDON. Ooooh, Sheldon, why are you killing me softly with your careful consideration of which burger has a superior meat-to-bun ratio and your lanky little frame and bright purple t-shirts and the fact that when you get fired you JUST COMPLETELY DISSOLVE into a mess of wacky experiments? I love that when he loses the larger framework of his job holding him in place he just explodes with this frantic energy, because he can improve EVERYTHING in the world, and where does he even start? I feel like that all the time.
ALSO RENEGADE ORGANIZING OF SOMEONE ELSE'S LIVING SPACE LOLOLOL. Setting aside for a moment the deep, deep squickiness of it (I find the entire entire Penny-boys dynamic really, really offputting in a big way thus far), I just. I relate SO MUCH. As
tinheart can testify, I'm totally a renegade organizer. (One time I spent about thirty minutes in Target organizing packets of women's underwear, because it was all mixed by size and color and type and I COULDN'T FIND ANYTHING and I just COULDN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE. You're welcome, random Target employee person whose job I did.)
I love the way Sheldon just does. not. get. the majority of the weird emotional/cultural norms most people follow. I love that he just doesn't GET why he can't discuss tampon purchasing with a woman because, hello, YES. Why should it be weird? I've always wondered about things like that.
And thanks to them constantly joking about him being a robot in canon, I now want to read SO MUCH fic about him as a robot. (Because I secretly long to be a robot and want to live vicariously through Sheldon? No, neverrrr. Okay, total lie, I wish I were the robot in the Bjork video making out with herself like EVERY DAY.)
And, omg, him and Leslie as the awesomest couple EVER, where every night they prepare meals in the most ridiculously over-sciencey way possible (garbanzo beans in the gene splicer! homemade centrifugal ice cream!) and the only fights they ever have are about how Leslie keeps correcting Sheldon's formulas and touching HIS BOARD, but then after awhile he kind of likes Leslie touching his board and then he starts using a detective kit to save her fingerprints in a little journal that he keeps under his pillow. She knows he does this and smears the dry erase a little extra, leaving a big, red, whorling imprint right in the center of his equation. Unf. And Leslie and Sheldon as robots-in-love? Uuuuugh, I can't even.
I guess what I really want is the Leslie&Sheldon show. Penny&Leonard, BOOOORING, there are not nearly enough cybernetics and eschewing of silly human morals in your love story.
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(Note to the one person on my flist who cares about the Threshold re-watching+ficathon plan: I am still going to make this happen! Somehow.)
So I started watching The Big Bang Theory because I've been in the mood for comedies, and, wow. I really do not like it thus far. I hate how the entire premise of the show is "let's write a show about geeks in which instead of humanizing an often-mocked population we MOCK THEM FURTHER and continue to reinforce all traditional notions that these people are incapable of relating to the rest of the world on a really fundamental level." Idk, maybe that changes later on (I'm only on the first disc), but the oversaturation of stereotypes-with-no-subversion thereof is just painful for me.
AND YET. SHELDON. Ooooh, Sheldon, why are you killing me softly with your careful consideration of which burger has a superior meat-to-bun ratio and your lanky little frame and bright purple t-shirts and the fact that when you get fired you JUST COMPLETELY DISSOLVE into a mess of wacky experiments? I love that when he loses the larger framework of his job holding him in place he just explodes with this frantic energy, because he can improve EVERYTHING in the world, and where does he even start? I feel like that all the time.
ALSO RENEGADE ORGANIZING OF SOMEONE ELSE'S LIVING SPACE LOLOLOL. Setting aside for a moment the deep, deep squickiness of it (I find the entire entire Penny-boys dynamic really, really offputting in a big way thus far), I just. I relate SO MUCH. As
tinheart can testify, I'm totally a renegade organizer. (One time I spent about thirty minutes in Target organizing packets of women's underwear, because it was all mixed by size and color and type and I COULDN'T FIND ANYTHING and I just COULDN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE. You're welcome, random Target employee person whose job I did.)
I love the way Sheldon just does. not. get. the majority of the weird emotional/cultural norms most people follow. I love that he just doesn't GET why he can't discuss tampon purchasing with a woman because, hello, YES. Why should it be weird? I've always wondered about things like that.
And thanks to them constantly joking about him being a robot in canon, I now want to read SO MUCH fic about him as a robot. (Because I secretly long to be a robot and want to live vicariously through Sheldon? No, neverrrr. Okay, total lie, I wish I were the robot in the Bjork video making out with herself like EVERY DAY.)
And, omg, him and Leslie as the awesomest couple EVER, where every night they prepare meals in the most ridiculously over-sciencey way possible (garbanzo beans in the gene splicer! homemade centrifugal ice cream!) and the only fights they ever have are about how Leslie keeps correcting Sheldon's formulas and touching HIS BOARD, but then after awhile he kind of likes Leslie touching his board and then he starts using a detective kit to save her fingerprints in a little journal that he keeps under his pillow. She knows he does this and smears the dry erase a little extra, leaving a big, red, whorling imprint right in the center of his equation. Unf. And Leslie and Sheldon as robots-in-love? Uuuuugh, I can't even.
I guess what I really want is the Leslie&Sheldon show. Penny&Leonard, BOOOORING, there are not nearly enough cybernetics and eschewing of silly human morals in your love story.
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