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I am so tired of being cold! COLD! It's August, ffs, and I had to turn the heater on! It seem like the rest of the country is dying in the heat, and I have to walk around my house in a jacket.

The weird thing is that it's not just summer marine layer fog that is the norm on the California coast. I've spent most of my life in coastal CA, so I'm used to that. Yesterday, it was like winter cold, with real rain, not just the drippy fog stuff. We have not had a single summer day yet.

I love San Francisco -- city of my birth and all that -- but pleeeeeease, could we just have one day where the mercury hits 70? Pleeeease. *turns on heat again*

Yes, bitching about the weather...so productive.


(And because I've been bad about killing my friends' pages, I'll just link this gif of my favorite Gay-Straight Alliance from last night. :-) http://i809.photobucket.com/albums/zz19/ninni1/fever080710-4.gif Right after this Adam skipped a line it the song to say "Suck on that Westboro!" UNF )
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I feel incredibly out of sync with my new fandom. When I was all "Woe Is Me, Gale will never get better," it seems like everyone else was "Oh yay, those vague comments sounds great."

Now I'm finally convinced that he is really, actually, truly improving, and half the posters are "I don't trust this, I don't believe this, it's not from the hospital."

Well, if I were prone to wank-generation, I would tell them to Google HIPPA to discover why the hospital won't be giving out any information on Gale's condition. And bitching about his publicist? Guess what folks, they release what he gives them permission to.

And the woman who has been kind enough to pass along some emails to Desperate Housewives staff about Gale's condition, which honest to god was the only info we got for days? That apparently isn't good enough for some people either. One person claimed it must be a hoax because a TV producer would never talk like that. WTF? Another example: One email mentioned Gale's parents (who are divorced and live east of the Mississippi) will be visiting this weekend. Some people actually claimed that this proved the emails were false because there's no way his parents would have waited until now to visit him. Wow...Holy Jump to Conclusions Batman! I can't even start with all the logical fallacies inherent in that one statement. They want a personally addressed telegram?

My favorite posters are the ones who feel the need to chide every other poster for speculation, then proceed to pull the same out of their own asses.

I guess the point of this rant is that Wank is to Fandom, as Death & Taxes are to Life.

And this is what happens when I feel the urge to post to LJ at 3:30 in the morning.

I am thankful that Gale is improving... my speculation is that he was closer to death than we'll ever be aware. There's my contribution to stirring the pot. :-/
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I just went back about 100 entries, which is about 10 days or so, looking for Billie Joe/Mike slash, which is about all I read these days. I kid you not, if you exclude drabbles and young!Billie/Mike (because I doubt anyone can ever improve upon [livejournal.com profile] al_teregoz's seminal work), there were all of about half a dozen Billie/Mike fics. Seriously.

What's up with that? When did everyone turn into a Billie/Tré 'shipper?

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Yeah, I'm supposed to be in Vancouver right now. But, I'm not. I'm in McCarran International Airport in Las Vegas. Did you know they had free wi-fi there? Well, I know now. Don't click on the cut if you are offended by certain four letter anglo-saxonisms.

Bite Me, America West! )

The only bright spot is that I see [livejournal.com profile] al_teregoz has posted another chapter to her wonderful fic, so I can go read that now and get cheered up. Or try anyway. Grrrrrrrr!

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