2005

[logovo1]

Esta es la lista o consideracion sobre el año escrita en secreto mientras el Sr. Logovo prepara la cena y Catzilla intenta hacer nido sobre mi laptop.

1. Donde cambie mi Blog a LJ. - Mira que fue buena decisión. Aparte de mejor servicio y mas juguetes con que divertirme resulto cierta la vaga idea de que la fangirls que hablan español por aca estaban o llegarían a estar. Por un tiempo googleaba un vez por lo menos cada mes para ver a quien me encontraba y por muuucho tiempo a la unica que encontraba es una morra en españa con su blog. En el 2005 encontre en LJ a varias personas y que aparte tenemos fandoms en comun. *le gulp* Pues creeme, hace rato que queria encontrarmelas.
   
   
2. LJ es para fandom.- Por lo anterior mi recomendacion si estas interesada en fandoms es tener tu casita en Livejournal. Si, LJ no recibe respeto ¿pero neta? ¡JA!
   
   
3. Fandom Slut.- No, no, sigo fiel. Fiel en serie. Otros han tomado nota, salieron ya sea gritando o solo tristes y decepcionadas de fandom X solo para terminar en fandom Y y proclamarlo The Bestest Evah! Bueno, no soy inmune es obvio y de Smallville me la pase distrayendome con Battlestar Galactica, Revenge of The Sith, House M.D., Numb3rs y finalmente hice nido en Stargate Atlantis, un programa al que en mas de una ocasion le hacia yo el fuchi. ¿Y como es que termine aqui? Por las tipas en el fandom ¿que mas? Me hacen reir hasta que me duele la panza, escriben fic que es como heroina a mi sistema, desde gen apto para menores hasta el porno mas p0rn0 que he leido, pero todo, todito lo bueno que llega a mi plato bien sazonado con sentido de humor. Quien sabe que depare para el final del 2006, esto de los fandoms cambia de mes a mes, pero por el momento estoy agradecida de que tengo esta fuente de crack.
   
   
4. Lo mejor de Fanfic. - Deberia estar mas dificil escoger, pero me gustan tanto estos relatos que ni la pienso dos veces.
   
   Numb3rs
   
   Parallel Connections Over Symmetric Spaces
   
   ¡O Dios Mio! Incesto! ¡Corre, corre!
   
   Um. No, regresa, esta bien contado el relato. Digo, siempre y cuando no te cause un *squick* tremendo la idea. O el angst no te guste. O estas hecha de piedra y pienses que Don y Charlie no se miran bien juntos. Si, si, ya se, infierno especial, bla-bla-bla... Pero mira, como reisistir?
   
   Don’s talking about his career, about a position opening in New
   York, a job in Washington. Charlie can’t really hear him. He’s got the
   diagram, and there’s a way to describe that curve, to join it to the
   equation he’s already find that would explain everything. It’s almost
   there, he just has to think a little more.
   
   “Charlie? Charlie, don’t you do this. Don’t do this,” and then Don
   is shaking him and Charlie backs away automatically and smudges the
   chalkboard, numbers against his t-shirt, the sleeves wiping a streak
   clear where he raised his arms, and he - you don’t do this. You don’t
   do that to work notes. He shoves Don off angrily, and Don steps back
   and Charlie’s stepping forward and the chalk’s crumbled in his hand,
   and when he shoves Don again, he leaves a white handprint on the black
   of his jacket.
   
   
   Stargate Atlantis
   
   Empezando por lo gen.
   
   Learning To Breathe
   
   Donde John es la llave de la ciudad y aun mas. Deliciosamente creepy.
   
   
   The city tells him that there used to be thousands like him--roaming
   the streets, living in the towers, their every touch electric, making
   panels thirsty for power glow with delight. But now he's the only one,
   and the city loves him. The city whispers softly in his ears, making
   promises, begging for attention. The city hums along the wires in its
   walls, singing its need of him, taking such joy in him.
   
   
   
   The Taste of Apples
   
   It was a song, a heartbeat synched to the sidereal period of the planet instead of the solar. He remembered the sun on Earth… so far away… warm on his face. His lifted his face to the pearl clouded sky, dreaming the feel of it on his skin, not feeling the wet touch of the damp air.
   
   His eyes closed.
   
   Sun on the water, tide tugging him out and out and down, down, down until he was unraveled, undone, unbecome.
   
   
   
   Le pega al centro de un tema preferido mio porque me aterra. El perder individualidad, el ser absorvido, hecho trocitos y reconstituido en un extraño. Creo eso tambien se aplica al fic anterior.
   
   
   
   Y en slash . . ..
   
   Time in a Bottle
   
   Atrapados con todo el tiempo y aburricion del mundo, una eternidad de lo mismo (considera "Grounghog Day") donde al final de cuentas el unico problema puede ser el limite de la imaginación. Y el no tener internet. *escalofrío*
   
   Mucho amor a este fic.
   
   
   "Huh?" Rodney said, staring at him, and then he noticed the view, his
   eyes widening. "But this is—" He looked back at John, bewildered. "How
   did you even get in here? Wait, are you even real?" He leaned over and
   poked John in the arm.
   
   "Of course I'm real, what are you talking about?" John said, yanking his arm away. "You know this place? Where the hell are we?"
   
   "It's my VE," Rodney said.
   
   "You made a virtual reality," John said, folding his
   arms. Now that he didn't have to figure out how they'd been dropped
   onto a deserted island prison by evil aliens, he could relax and get
   down to the fun and games of kicking Rodney's ass for getting him into
   this, because clearly, however they'd ended up here was his fault
   somehow.
   
   "Virtual environment," Rodney said. When John glared, he hurriedly added, "Well, after that one we found on the Aurora, I've been studying the stasis units we've found in the city, and I thought I might try a little custom programming—"
   
   "Did you not see The Matrix or something?" John demanded.
   
   "First of all," Rodney said, "that movie was the most ludicrous
   mishmosh of bad science and anti-technology paranoia ever conceived,
   and anyway, this is purely for research purposes!"
   
   
   Hindsight
   
   El mejor AU que he leido en Stargate es tambien el mejor ejemplo de lo que yo conisidero comedia romantica. Un poquito de angst entremezclado, pero la mayor parte del tiempo que me la pase leyendo este fic no deje de sonreir.
   
   So there I was, frantically trying to dismantle the bomb while my brain is going nuts figuring out the chances that this guy's actually going to shoot me and thinking that all of Colorado would deserve it if I died before I managed to fix this and then they died four seconds later!"
   
   John nods earnestly.
   
   "Oh, so I finally dismantle the bomb just as this moron, this ape, jumps on me while I'm shouting about how there's a bomb in the car and how I just saved his life and he tackles me to the ground and now I have this earsplitting, agonizing, unbearable pain in my head!" Rodney finishes in a shriek, huffing for breath, face completely red.
   
   "I thought you said your head just hurt," John prevaricated.
   
   "I was downplaying my earsplitting, agonizing, unbearable, pain in a manly way!" Rodney barks.
   
   Finalmente, a todas las personas en mi friend-list, ¡Feliz Año Nuevo!
   
   Ahora, a cenar sea dicho.

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Muchas gracias! Y gracias tambien por el video que me enviaste ;) No lo habia visto! Como es posible! Pero ya lo tengo guardadito....

*smoosh*