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tavella wanted to know yesterday what the slashiest scene in all of star trek is. i'd highly recommend that everyone go watch it for themselves, because it's very cute, and it can be found in the first tos movie, star trek: the motion picture, a bit more than halfway through, i think. ( how much does it suck? )

the scene:

spock has been called back to the enterprise on the verge of completing a religious/philosophical vulcan cleansing-of-emotion thing that would leave him in pure logic with no emotion left. jim, of course, was understandably a little hurt by this, as they've been friends a long time and the whole "how human is spock?" debate was a little more serious than it often appeared on the surface. the tension between them is palpable. they're not speaking. spock nearly reduces jim to tears, or possibly a temper tantrum. then he takes it upon himself to risk his life by going inside v'ger, the evil space probe, and mind-melding to try to undertand its motivation. it spits him back out, nearly dead, and he's in sickbay, awake, with a burningly urgent new knowledge of v'ger. he can understand, all of a sudden, that emotion is important. he gasps, as if with his last breath, and reaches up to grip jim's arm and shoulder, gazes deeply into his eyes, and says huskily, "this--simple--feeling--" squeezing jim's shoulder-- "is beyond v'ger's comprehension." and slips back into unconsciousness.

( an artistic rendering of the scene by killa--very popular in trekdom )

and while i'm at it, i should definitely elaborate further on the suckiness of star trek five. this movie sucked so much that it was actually hysterically funny. i wouldn't have missed seeing it for the world. it was full of delightful inconsistencies, bizarre mischaracterizations, bad dialogue, wholly surreal scenes, etc. ellen_fremedon's brilliant parody of it, "life is but a dream," spackles all these problems neatly and with even more intensely giggle-inducing humor. i highly reccomend it to anyone at all. i think the only place it exists online thus far is in the ASCEML archives (here), but maybe ellen has it elsewhere. or maybe she'd let me put it up? ::hopeful look::

[EDIT: AHA! found it! "life is but a dream." go read it, everyone! right now!]

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where's the plumber, and why hasn't he called.

auuuugh.

[edit: a new killa story--i couldn't not read it, could i? but i probably shouldn't have. it's like going back and reading mercedes lackey now. better to just remember. she hasn't changed, but i have. ::sigh:: haha. just talked to a telemarketer with a cute drawl! fun, fun, fun.]

paradox

i like to go deep enough into a character to get tangled in their trains of thought. i'm not sure how good i am at writing these, though. this has just occurred to me. i mean, if real people think things that don't make sense, they don't think them in ways that don't make sense to them, and if you're so entirely within the character, maybe it's cheating to write it so the reader can see inconsistencies? then again, maybe they won't pay close enough attention--just get totally confused ('note: HANG ON!').

well, whatever. i seem to have re-encountered my 'pie' (although i'm still not sure what precisely that is...). i'm going to finish this story and write something original where i won't keep stumbling over my preconceptions of canon.

also, have mom's minestrone to heat for lunch. after lunch, i have been promised, the big!boss!plumber will arrive. i found an email from dave, who is concerned about plumber alarmist tactics and doesn't want to be cheated. i'm not sure, anymore, if he actually wants to plumber to attempt to fix anything or not.

well, we'll see.

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mmm, this is nice. i've discovered the ten cent used harlequin from the eighties with the cover cut out of the slash world. yay me?

yes. yay. because as brainless and predictable and, well, bad, as this sort of literary mush is, there are some times when you just need to read it. and slash trash is way better than het trash. imo. i needed a break from writing.

::yawn:: ::stretch::

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well. the plumber came. he knew what to do. he was ready to do it. and i couldn't. fucking. tell him to. because the last email from dave implied that they didn't want anything actually done. well yeah, okay, but why didn't they say that BEFORE instead of saying that i should get a plumber to come? just. hello? ::fumefumeSEETHE::

the frustration mounts. am attempting to cool down. there's nothing i can do. if i leave soon for home i won't miss trading spaces.

also, there are just several general things wrong. i'm just going to say "ASDLFAKSJDFASDF" rather than boring you with the details; the sentiment is the same. someone pet me.