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1. My computer does not, after all, have a hideous spyware virus as theorized by an astonishingly unhelpful over-the-phone tech guy; nope, my physical hard drive is scratched. I'm taking it in this afternoon to get the hard drive replaced, and hopefully I'll have my own functional computer returned to me by the weekend. I'm remarkably unstressed about this, as I backed everything up last week: telly, music, fic is all on external drives. All I'm losing is some Trek & vids.
Also, naming one's computer Methos does not guarantee longevity. Methos, I haven't even had you for a year. Apparently when five thousand years old you reach, work this well you will not.
2. The more Trek fic I read, the more I want to write an open letter to Kirk/Spock fandom. I mean, they shouldn't listen to me, and if I want something done right I should write it myself (or actually finish reading War Games) but in the meantime:
Dear Kirk/Spock fandom,
I have come across a couple of fics in which advantage is taken of the fact that Vulcan hands are erogenous zones. Please, keep that up! Tell your friends! It's hot and weird and indulges my delight for alien anatomy without resorting to wildly extrapolating, making things up wholesale, or using the word 'emerald' at the least provocation. I have also come across a couple of fics in which Spock hits Kirk around and they both really like it. I do not demand that everyone go this route, but it delights me and does make unreasonable amounts of sense. Seriously, I'm willing to provide citations.
On the other hand -- leaving aside aesthetic style, because I'm willing to forgive the 1970s for thinking that 'moist' was a remotely sexy word -- there is something you guys, and especially you guys writing now, have really got to stop. It's this t'hy'la business. You keep using this word. I do not think it means what you think it means. It doesn't mean soulmate; it doesn't even mean bondmate. It's not the sole property of people who are destined to be lovers across a thousand universes. It just means someone is your goddamn trenchbuddy. And I love that! I'm all for every possible fic in which Spock goes, "You are an admirable comrade-in-arms, and I am honored to be your friend," and Jim is like, "Awesome, let's fuck." (Although I'm pretty sure that was just an exchange between TOS!Spock and AOS!Kirk. Whatever, I'd ship it.) My point is, that's great. Less is more. No more declarations of undying love, please.
Always appreciative of the sheer wealth of fic to choose from,
Aria
Also, naming one's computer Methos does not guarantee longevity. Methos, I haven't even had you for a year. Apparently when five thousand years old you reach, work this well you will not.
2. The more Trek fic I read, the more I want to write an open letter to Kirk/Spock fandom. I mean, they shouldn't listen to me, and if I want something done right I should write it myself (or actually finish reading War Games) but in the meantime:
Dear Kirk/Spock fandom,
I have come across a couple of fics in which advantage is taken of the fact that Vulcan hands are erogenous zones. Please, keep that up! Tell your friends! It's hot and weird and indulges my delight for alien anatomy without resorting to wildly extrapolating, making things up wholesale, or using the word 'emerald' at the least provocation. I have also come across a couple of fics in which Spock hits Kirk around and they both really like it. I do not demand that everyone go this route, but it delights me and does make unreasonable amounts of sense. Seriously, I'm willing to provide citations.
On the other hand -- leaving aside aesthetic style, because I'm willing to forgive the 1970s for thinking that 'moist' was a remotely sexy word -- there is something you guys, and especially you guys writing now, have really got to stop. It's this t'hy'la business. You keep using this word. I do not think it means what you think it means. It doesn't mean soulmate; it doesn't even mean bondmate. It's not the sole property of people who are destined to be lovers across a thousand universes. It just means someone is your goddamn trenchbuddy. And I love that! I'm all for every possible fic in which Spock goes, "You are an admirable comrade-in-arms, and I am honored to be your friend," and Jim is like, "Awesome, let's fuck." (Although I'm pretty sure that was just an exchange between TOS!Spock and AOS!Kirk. Whatever, I'd ship it.) My point is, that's great. Less is more. No more declarations of undying love, please.
Always appreciative of the sheer wealth of fic to choose from,
Aria
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