la la laaaah... i love sonic youth and i hate conservative rock scum who can't appreciate it when they play john cage and thurston moore *is* my god.

just thought i had to get that one straight.

sooh, the big question is:
doesn't it feel a bit stalker-ish to put down the names of people you've never met but whose journals you like reading as your friends?
i dunno, maybe it's just me. I'll most likely do it anyway, mind you, since it looks like being a shortcut to getting to those diaries which contain scraplets of fic i can read, swoon over and get jealous of... i *like* doing that. If anyone minds me claiming friendship, just let me know :)

the bad thing about the possibility of giving/getting comments is, of course, the fact that i now *want* comments. when i don't even know if anyone reads this or not. which is not healthy.

random gundam fic nebula #1:

"the circus boy is feeling melancholy". I don't even *like* trowa. I mean, he's got the ugliest gundam which does that "staying alive" thing and always runs out of ammo, he's got silly hair and he works in a circus. In a *circus*. Sweet jesus. All of which point to a certain, y'know, frivolity of outlook of which i heartily disapprove...

But then there was "be a clown", by cole porter, with classic lines like "dress in huge baggy pants and you'll ride the road to romance" and i thought *humourfic!* *ding!* except the thing about "be a clown" is that it shares most of its tune with "make 'em laugh" (from singing in the rain) and that had duo possibilities. but only possibilities, really.

anyway, i was listening to belle and sebastian again, "tigermilk", the first album, and there's this one song:
you know my wandering days are over...

you know my celibate days are over
you put me straight on the finer points of my speech rehearsed
in the mirror of your steamy bathroom
where the lino tells a sorry story in a monologue

six months on, the winter's gone
the disenchanted pony
left the town with the circus boy
the circus boy got lonely
it's summer, and its sister's song's
been written for the lonely
the circus boy is feeling melancholy...

can't you just see normally-silent trowa stammering behind his unibang, and quatre being ever-so-understanding and vaguely amused? awww... they're so kawaii... but so *canon*. and so *obvious*. and so... the shonen ai couple for little girls who don't like yaoi but have enough intelligence to see that they can't be separated.

okay, so i'm of the hentai-er-than-thou snob. big deal. :Þ