* list five of yours.
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1. I often feel like I do not fit in fandom. I don't especially like id!fic, or, at least, my id is considerably different from many other people's. I find myself terminally bemused at things like wing!fic, m-preg, certain types of genderswap, aliens-made-them-do-it, a lot of radical AU, and super-sized crack. I just don't understand them.
I mean, I get them from an intellectual point of view, of course, but I've never woken up one morning and asked myself 'what if Sam were a stapler and Gene a holepunch?' I'd only ever write such a thing to challenge myself. And I regularly feel like a humourless curmudgeon for being this way, but if I am interested in something, it's generally for those traits that thing embodies, so I'm not going to watch Merlin and want a modern-day AU, part of the appeal is that it's set in a nebulously past time. I'm not going to read Dalziel and Pascoe and wonder how different the books would be were they set in a magic faerieland. I don't really want to read a story where Tony DiNozzo gives birth to quintuplets.
Bodyswap, on the other hand? Is something I enjoy rather a lot in fandoms where it's conceivably possible (I'm actually right now thinking I'd probably like a Merlin bodyswap fic, with Arthur having to be Merlin for a week and vice versa.) And I do like certain tropes like AMNESIA, or 'trapped together', 'forced to share a motel room/double bed'.
I'm very mundane, I think. I only like a small amount of fantasy in my non-fantastical texts, and when it comes to sheer volume, I only like a small number of fantastical texts. I can only suspend my disbelief so far. Also, I think I work very heavily on the notion that characters are what their experiences make them. If those experiences are outside my own perceived parameters of what they should be, I get confused and muddled. The characters, for me, are primarily what distinguish fannish writing from non-fannish. I'm not saying there aren't a lot of very, very good writers who manage to convincingly portray characters in such a way that they're still 'them' whilst having had a completely different life. (I read such a story this morning and was kind of agog the entire time.) Or that there are aren't a lot of writers who convincingly pull off wing!fic, m-preg, or aliens-made-them-do-it. But a lot of the time it doesn't work for me. Basically, I'll give it a read, but I've learnt to love my back-button.
2. Having said all of this, I don't actually read much fic at all. Usually, my fannish involvement looks something like: MASSIVE SQUEE. Hmm, I am getting lines of dialogue in this character's voice. I shall write a short story! Okay, now that I've done that, I am a little curious to see what other people write. Hey, these aren't bad. Time for more writing of my own! MASSIVE SQUEE! And from then on, I may write more, or that cycle may be over. Wanting to read fic is almost never my immediate fannish response, and it's not really something that keeps me going in a fandom.
3. Everyone knows this one: I think RTD's Doctor Who was really shit. I am reserving judgement on Moff's, but so far I have mostly enjoyed it. Yes, I have had numerous issues with it, but on the whole, it's been enjoyment. I also feel disgustingly curmudgeonly about this.
4. I sort of... hated Being Human the series. I never finished series two. I think I saw two episodes of it before I gave up. To me, it felt like the series lost almost everything that made the pilot great. I still have an icon from the pilot out of some sense of misplaced loyalty to the show that never was.
5. When I was about, er, seventeen-twenty, one of my favourite things to do of a weekend was watch A Goofy Movie. I initally wanted to watch it because I was a little bit crazily in love with Jason Marsden (not to be confused with James Marsden, who has enjoyed much more acting success, in the long-term.) Jason voiced Goofy's son Max. But I grew to love the film for what it was --- a very goofy movie. And thinking about it never fails to bring a smile to my face. So. When I discovered this yesterday, I literally jumped around my house in glee, despite being half-dead. I was a terrifying Jason Marsden fan. Thinking about how creepy I was gives me chills. And I was old enough to know better, dammit. I try to ignore those years as much as possible.