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grammarwoman) wrote2008-10-07 04:41 pm
grammarwoman) wrote2008-10-07 04:41 pm
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Spoiled Bint Seeks Ass-kicking
Or, Advice sought from all-knowing flist
It may have flown under your radar that I passionately adore Farscape. How this might have escaped your notice, I’m not sure, but let me reiterate. I LOVE FARSCAPE. I love the writing, the story arcs, the visuals, the passion, the fandom, and the actors (there’s this guy named Ben Browder that I think is kinda hot). I love it more than the Whedonverse, I love it more than BSG, and I even love it more than Stargate. (I know! Inconceivable!) (OK, with certain considerations: SGA fandom is the bestest ever, and boy howdy am I going to watch everything that David Hewlett and company do from now on, forever and forever. But I digress.) Farscape hit just about every need and desire I had for a TV show, and then some. Farscape is the only series that I didn’t blink at eye how much the DVDs cost, because nothing could separate me from them.
Why is this relevant?
Well…I’ve been to two cons this year, Shore Leave (which seriously was the entertainment highlight of my YEAR, from all the amazing people I met, and the overriding Hewlettness and sci-fi coolness), and the Chicago Stargate Creation Con (which was fun and wish-fulfilling for being able to talk to and touch Ben Browder, multiple times). Both were pricey (now that I think about it, they might even have been equally pricey, which is ridiculous considering that Shore Leave had airfare and car rental included, which goes to show how much Creation is a bunch of SCUM-SUCKING, MONEY-GRUBBING ASSWIPES!), and I felt guilty about spending that much on me. (Justified by actually blowing my yearly bonus on me for once, and how badly I wanted to see David Hewlett and Ben Browder, and, you know, all the other people too.)
However, every person I talked to at the Chicago con about being excited to see Ben asked me why I wasn’t going to Burbank in November for the Creation Finall Frelling Farewell party. It’s the best party ever, they said. It’s an insane amount of fun, they said. Farscape fans en masse are the craziest and best people around, they said. This could actually be the last one, especially with as much of the cast as has promised to attend, they said.
I did not need to be infected like that. Especially because, after Shore Leave, the thought of attending a convention filled with My People (I went to the Chicago con with my friend C., who’s a guy and well, just not a squeeing fangirl, if you know what I mean) left me with a hunger for More, DAMMIT!
I did my best to squash any thoughts of regret, though. I’d had my two cons. I was done. The household budget had been strained enough for my whims.
Then…then came the last couple of weeks. The husband started working again full-time (Angels sang! Rainbows sparkled! A chorus of Hallelujahs abounded!), and we had hope again for being financially solvent. And then we got a letter and check from a family member who was sharing the wealth. A big check. A Significant Amount of Moolah check.
And a little, quiet voice of (burbank. *sigh*) instantly turned into a tantrum wail of "I WANNA GO TO THE FARSCAPE PARTY IN BURBANK!".
I am so frelling torn.
I think that we live a fairly frugal life. The family doesn’t eat out hardly at all. Most of our clothes come from family gifts and garage sales; the same goes for the Emperor’s toys. Our entertainment is cable, internet, and copies of things from friends. I don’t get my hair and nails done at fancy salon. Aside from my con goings this past year, the most travelling we do is to Chicago or Madison from home base here in Central Illinois. I feel really bad about spending money on indulgent things for myself, and bad enough about paying anything above the absolute minimum for things that just miss being critical.
Oh, but my entitlement, let me show you it. I am dizzy with wanting to go to Burbank. I am neither psychic nor tapped into the thinking of Creation and the stars attending this venue, but I have a sick feeling that this may be my last opportunity to see them all in one place. If I miss this, I will kick myself for ages. But if I go, and it’s less than everyone has touted it to be? I will viciously hate myself for wasting the money. Plus, it's a Creation con, and Creation is EVIL. I feel dirty just thinking about giving them more money. But Farscape, and Ben, and Claudia, and Gigi/Anthony/Virginia/Fran/Practically everybody but Lani and Wayne! GAH!
I’ve already surfed for airfaire, and I’m pretty sure that if I get it in the next week, it can be acquired for around $300. I bet that I can cast a plea upon the waters and find crash space in someone’s hotel room. This is doable, dammit…as long as I can commit to it and soon.
I need help (well, that’s a constant and a given). I need advice. What do you think, flist: do I sigh regretfully and sock the money away, being nobly practical about it all, or do I give flight to my fangirl dreams and blow a lot of money on my sparkly Farscape party?
Poll #1274375]
OK, maybe if I include the direct link to the poll...
I know how absolutely ridiculous this is, believe me. Of all the First World problems to have, this is small and petty and stupid to even consider. But…but…it is what it is: something about which I am well and truly torn.
ETA: OK, there's SUPPOSED to be a poll. There's a poll code and everything. WTF, poll?
ETA2: OK, so the husband is pointing out that I could get a new computer for the money. DAMMIT. I didn't need the water to be muddier...
It may have flown under your radar that I passionately adore Farscape. How this might have escaped your notice, I’m not sure, but let me reiterate. I LOVE FARSCAPE. I love the writing, the story arcs, the visuals, the passion, the fandom, and the actors (there’s this guy named Ben Browder that I think is kinda hot). I love it more than the Whedonverse, I love it more than BSG, and I even love it more than Stargate. (I know! Inconceivable!) (OK, with certain considerations: SGA fandom is the bestest ever, and boy howdy am I going to watch everything that David Hewlett and company do from now on, forever and forever. But I digress.) Farscape hit just about every need and desire I had for a TV show, and then some. Farscape is the only series that I didn’t blink at eye how much the DVDs cost, because nothing could separate me from them.
Why is this relevant?
Well…I’ve been to two cons this year, Shore Leave (which seriously was the entertainment highlight of my YEAR, from all the amazing people I met, and the overriding Hewlettness and sci-fi coolness), and the Chicago Stargate Creation Con (which was fun and wish-fulfilling for being able to talk to and touch Ben Browder, multiple times). Both were pricey (now that I think about it, they might even have been equally pricey, which is ridiculous considering that Shore Leave had airfare and car rental included, which goes to show how much Creation is a bunch of SCUM-SUCKING, MONEY-GRUBBING ASSWIPES!), and I felt guilty about spending that much on me. (Justified by actually blowing my yearly bonus on me for once, and how badly I wanted to see David Hewlett and Ben Browder, and, you know, all the other people too.)
However, every person I talked to at the Chicago con about being excited to see Ben asked me why I wasn’t going to Burbank in November for the Creation Finall Frelling Farewell party. It’s the best party ever, they said. It’s an insane amount of fun, they said. Farscape fans en masse are the craziest and best people around, they said. This could actually be the last one, especially with as much of the cast as has promised to attend, they said.
I did not need to be infected like that. Especially because, after Shore Leave, the thought of attending a convention filled with My People (I went to the Chicago con with my friend C., who’s a guy and well, just not a squeeing fangirl, if you know what I mean) left me with a hunger for More, DAMMIT!
I did my best to squash any thoughts of regret, though. I’d had my two cons. I was done. The household budget had been strained enough for my whims.
Then…then came the last couple of weeks. The husband started working again full-time (Angels sang! Rainbows sparkled! A chorus of Hallelujahs abounded!), and we had hope again for being financially solvent. And then we got a letter and check from a family member who was sharing the wealth. A big check. A Significant Amount of Moolah check.
And a little, quiet voice of (burbank. *sigh*) instantly turned into a tantrum wail of "I WANNA GO TO THE FARSCAPE PARTY IN BURBANK!".
I am so frelling torn.
I think that we live a fairly frugal life. The family doesn’t eat out hardly at all. Most of our clothes come from family gifts and garage sales; the same goes for the Emperor’s toys. Our entertainment is cable, internet, and copies of things from friends. I don’t get my hair and nails done at fancy salon. Aside from my con goings this past year, the most travelling we do is to Chicago or Madison from home base here in Central Illinois. I feel really bad about spending money on indulgent things for myself, and bad enough about paying anything above the absolute minimum for things that just miss being critical.
Oh, but my entitlement, let me show you it. I am dizzy with wanting to go to Burbank. I am neither psychic nor tapped into the thinking of Creation and the stars attending this venue, but I have a sick feeling that this may be my last opportunity to see them all in one place. If I miss this, I will kick myself for ages. But if I go, and it’s less than everyone has touted it to be? I will viciously hate myself for wasting the money. Plus, it's a Creation con, and Creation is EVIL. I feel dirty just thinking about giving them more money. But Farscape, and Ben, and Claudia, and Gigi/Anthony/Virginia/Fran/Practically everybody but Lani and Wayne! GAH!
I’ve already surfed for airfaire, and I’m pretty sure that if I get it in the next week, it can be acquired for around $300. I bet that I can cast a plea upon the waters and find crash space in someone’s hotel room. This is doable, dammit…as long as I can commit to it and soon.
I need help (well, that’s a constant and a given). I need advice. What do you think, flist: do I sigh regretfully and sock the money away, being nobly practical about it all, or do I give flight to my fangirl dreams and blow a lot of money on my sparkly Farscape party?
Poll #1274375]
OK, maybe if I include the direct link to the poll...
I know how absolutely ridiculous this is, believe me. Of all the First World problems to have, this is small and petty and stupid to even consider. But…but…it is what it is: something about which I am well and truly torn.
ETA: OK, there's SUPPOSED to be a poll. There's a poll code and everything. WTF, poll?
ETA2: OK, so the husband is pointing out that I could get a new computer for the money. DAMMIT. I didn't need the water to be muddier...