terra incognita

So I'm going on Saturday to meet a realtor (!) to look at condos I might want to buy (!!!).

What I'm choosing to focus on today, rather than AAAAIIIIEEEEEEEEEEE!, is that because I've never done this before, I have no idea if there's some sort of [unspoken] dress code or what.  Is it an interview (and if so, am I the interviewer or -ee?), or is it shopping?

true love is every day.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again:  I object to Valentine's Day, but not for the reasons you think.

Those of you who enjoy it, by all means, go right ahead.  Have a great time.  I'm very Unitarian/libertarian (note the lowercase L, please)/laissez-faire that way.  But I wish more of us took the time to wonder if today's chocolates taste better, if today's jewelry sparkles brighter, if today's flowers are more floral and today's declarations of love are more sincere because it happens to be the 14th.

When someone tells me he loves me, I'd like it to be because he can't not tell me -- not because the calendar told him he'd better.

IANTO!

Er.  I mean.  Torchwood!

( Adam )

( Reset )

To sum up in a spoiler-free manner:  I don't think I've been the head-splodey kind of fannish about anything in a long time.  This probably comes from coming late to a lot of parties -- I was in the Star Wars prequels when they were current, but I sort of got to The Sentinel and Due South and who knows what else a few steps behind the rush.  SGA as well, to the extent I was/am fannish about that.  Even Harry Potter, kind of, although I guess that was the last thing I was this sort of fannish about -- but not really the same way ever since Order of the Phoenix, I'm guessing, and those of you who saw me in line for Deathly Hallows with my iPod running so I couldn't hear you speculating, you just hush; that wasn't the same, because it wasn't something in progress, it was something ending.

I like this fan thing.  It is good, sometimes, for the head to go splodey.  Yes.


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