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[sab]

In the ongoing crusade [npi] to bring Jeremiah to the masses, killabeez gets a medal of valor for discovering the insidious powers of continued pimpage and sowing the seeds of J/K slash.

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Meanwhile, it's time I confessed, here among the safety of nutty fannish-types, to my possibly nuttier possibly fannier secret nightlife, which is to say: I AM SPARTACUS. Or, if not Spartacus per se, I am the next best thing -- in the infinitely multifandom universe of theatrical_muse, I can be seen nightly reprising the role of citizengkar, last of the Khari (blah blah tip your waitresses). For those unfamilar with theatrical_muse, there's not much I can say other than to point out that recently the One Ring has found itself imbued with a personality designed to wreak havoc in the form of, say, marrying off B5's Mr. Morden to King Lear's Goneril. At one point Orlando Bloom and Legolas had a conversation with one another about Fellowship tattoos, and I'm pretty sure Sean Astin is accidentally in love with Frodo Baggins. Elsewhere, Xena, Warrior Princess has been hired by my good, dear nemesis Londo Mollari as a bodyguard for his endangered wife, and it was sheer fortune he was able to commandeer Farscape's Captain Crais to ferry Xena and Gabrielle to the Centauri homeworld. Farscape's Stark, on the other hand, seems to have joined the crew of Blake's 7, and everywhere you look, Buffy-type demons are getting off on harassing LotR extras and sometimes David Bowie.

(If you're reading this, and you've been sitting on a t_m personality to date, now would be a good time to 'fess up. Something about geek solidarity.)

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[Aside to runpunkrun: it turns out the good John Mayer song is "Why, Georgia, Why," but only when it's acoustic, and in keeping with chick state names, "Meet Virginia" belongs to Train, who are also responsible for the one about the soy latte in the atmosphere ("Drops of Jupiter," for the purists among us) as well as an annoying one about angels.]

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Here in LA, the temperature's record-breaking for March, it's 94 degrees and the beaches have opened early. All of this has contributed to a citywide epidemic of irritability and rage, coupled with the knowledge that seems to hibernate over the winter for me and resurface each summer: don't wear a red dress in public if you don't want random people trying to talk to you ad infinitum.

Oh, what a rodeo.

Comments

[kernezelda]

You are G'Kar? I love you. Your entries have been lovely, and they strike right on key.

The TM community is a lot of fun to observe, and before I knew about the fervent B5 Centauri, I'd already been following Stark's adventures with Vila, Cally, Avon and Co. It's kind of sad to say, but Stark is so much better used in B7 than he was in FS. His player really does a good job.

Did you realize before you took on G'Kar how much he was wanted? Londo has been having a ball with Vir and Legate Damar, but G'Kar has been sorely missed.

OK, taking my babbling self away now.

[gem225.livejournal.com]

I've bookmarked all of the B5 muses I could find, and I'm delighted to find out that you're G'Kar. I love Mr. Morden so much; he's very Clark Palmer. And he's friended me!

The smallest things make me happy sometimes. *happy sigh*

[cyloran.livejournal.com]

*coughs*

Fessing up. I'm T_M mun for samwisegardener, iolaus_lj and mistersmith_tm.

[fourteenlines.livejournal.com]

Soy lattes. I've never bothered to find out what that song really says, because nothing could be better than the best soy latte you've ever had.

Also, I think my quarter-life crisis is ongoing.