things that are not mine

[sistawendy]

Will I be burned at the stake if I say I'm not as crazy about steampunk as everyone else I know? I mean, yes, Friday night was grand and everyone looked lovely, but the steampunk look doesn't excite me as much as, say, Helena Bonham Carter playing Bellatrix Lestrange. (Why yes, I did see the latest Potter flick with m'boy yesterday. Why do you ask?)

Speaking of Friday night, I'm glad I didn't pay to hear the Analog folks and just hung out outside Re-bar. Not bad, but again, not my thing.

And speaking of why I didn't go out Saturday night, Space Virgins keep scheduling or telling me about fun social things at times that don't work for me. Arg! I don't miss the events as much as I don't want to blow them off.

Ribs: nearly there.
Toes: not as close.

Resolution for the next time I'm out at the Usual Haunts: quit talking so much about )'( before everyone gets bored with me.

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[vorona.livejournal.com]

I should probably add that my view of Steampunk has been shaped by admittedly interesting photoshoots of models covered in "coal" smudges. Interesting, but... coal dust is carcinogenic, and I just can't get past that. It makes me recoil on a fairly deep philosophical level.

I'll probably catch all kinds of hell for my replies here.