all bouncy and nowhere to go

At work wax was warned that 25% of the Nokia employees seem to have come down with the stomach flu. It looks like we both may have it. Well, that sucks. What sucks even more is that due to abdominal pain I just had to skip a John Simm Appreciation Day which I've been looking forward to for weeks.

I'm feeling a bit flat, between fandoms right now. I'm actually reading Panic! At The Disco and bits of Fall Out Boy, but I'm neither participating nor harbouring particular intentions of writing. I suppose it's my seasonal affectiveness, but my emotional and physical energy reserves seem to be tied pretty directly to how much sunshine I have the opportunity to absorb (at least, in cases excluding abdominal pain), so now that the sunset has been bumped back to 9 pm or so I have been bouncy, and have hungered for some more fannishness, fannish community, fandom and not just a source material or a pile of stories to read (which is what I want when I feel anti-social). I just don't really know where to go.

It's sort of like the meta equivalent of this lace dress my mom bought for me which I've only ever gotten to wear in public twice, at a church New Year's party in my parents' house and at hollsh's wedding. I love it passionately and wish to wear it, and every now and then I try it on, but mostly it's going to waste in my closet. (Although then the metaphor falls down because I imagine I'll make up my mind about what to do, fandomwise, in the next couple of weeks. But if wax_jism is going to write bandslash I might stay there, even though I prefer media fandom, because - it makes such a nice difference to share a fandom; we were geeking out over Patrick Stump and Brendon Urie [separately!] and maintaining this really stupid joke where I call her RyanRoss, which is a comparison that was invented by my sister, and it was maybe the most fun we've had in a restaurant since the time when we were both all Sheppard/McKay, all the time, and were drawing gigantic air hearts about that.)

Heyerian Twincest (this is the last post about it, honestly. probably.)

I finished the twincesty Heyer mystery, and -

I won't spoil the people on my friendslist who have indicated they will attempt to read it (although I will say, good idea! I encourage all of you to read it! British manor house mysteries are awesome; Georgette Heyer is a master of the comedy of manners; and these are delightful period pieces, a bit more Peter Wimsey than Jeeves & Wooster but with elements of both. And Now Is The Time To Buy Heyer, because a complete matched set of all her historicals and all her mysteries has just been put out by Arrow, in nice trade paperback form with gorgeous period advertising art for covers. Here's Penhallow).

I will say that I'm experiencing an impulse to write fanfic for the twincest. The butch lesbian will be fine, the Gay Or Very Metro brother will be awesome and have plenty to pay off his gambling debts; I'm not dissatisfied about them. But for all her awesomeness, Heyer never really gets beyond the kissing, and that's het. And not incesty at all the wrestling, however.... So I'm just saying. Fanfic would not go amiss.

An analogy which might be meaningless to most of my friendslist.

Seigaku is like Fall Out Boy and Hyotei is like Panic! At The Disco.