[proof that time outside doesn't make one grow saner....]

I had [yet another] nice little rant brewing in my head last night when I made the mistake of... uh, actually going to a Barnes&Noble and browsing before rabidly checking email. Um. And I'm not even talking about the porn-stars book next to the gardening section [which is where I was actually headed! ...honest!] where they were shown dressed & nude on the opposite page 'body portrait'. Um. Which may not sound so bad until you realize how SERIOUSLY disturbing 'serious!look' porn-stars are, of either gender. SERIOUSLY, OMFG!!1 I AM NOT EVEN TALKING ABOUT THAT GUY WITH THAT BEER-BELLY OR ALL THOSE IMPLANTS AND THE HUGE PINK FAKELY-SWOLLEN MOUTHS OMGWTF WTFWTF THEY ARE COMING TO GET ME, AAAARGHhgfkjhgjkhglkjhlkuylkjlj D:! ...*breathes*

Wow. Oh wait, yes, I am. *facepalm* It's just... okay, it's tacky in actual porn movies, but seen all glittery in an 'artsy' coffee-table book... they are just. Freaks of nature, okay. I don't even. THEY ARE SCARY. :O I WAS SHUDDERING. :O! [...and I like sex-books & nudity & porn, okay. Just. Not. Like. This.]

Clearly, going to the bookstore is bad for my mental health & I should stick to the nice, safe&sane sterile confines of fandom. *nodnod* [The real world is SCAWWY, someone hold hide me!!1 Augh!]

...In other words, I also had the misfortune to read People ['cause I have an unpaid-for-magazines fetish in that I read them compulsively as long as I don't have to buy them or look for them v. hard] and... there's a Bible school for 'delinquents' called 'Heartland' in Missouri [I think??] run by this crazy millionaire guy who thinks beating people up, abusing & torturing them constitutes a good Christian education. Which... should be shocking & isn't. Um. -.-
    ( Let's just... cut before I wank any harder in public areas. )

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But back to fandom, my dear refuge of sanity & joy...

....*coughs*

...my stillborn rant/ramble-type-thing had to do with why I have such a knee-jerk negative reaction to the common fandom idea of 'escapism' to excuse 'fanony fluff' & other ridiculous little bon-bons. Naturally, I thought this had to do with my ideas on Life, The Universe & Everything.
    ( Come to think of it, this should be cut on principle. -.-;;; )

In conclusion: where, oh where is my Mr Toad??! Without him, THERE CAN BE NO PRINCE & NO STORY! D:!!1 And that, ladies & gents, is why I'm an escapist romantic yet also an anti-fanony-fluff canon-thumpy freak, The End.

(And speaking of Reena The Escapist Freak... mmm, reading yaoi crack makes EVERYTHING BETTER. But see, fanfic just doesn't do it if I care about the canon characters! Woe. Except I love hp_secrets, so I HAVE NO EXCUSE D: Except, you know, that one where 'if it's cute & funny it's okay! cute & funny makes EVERYTHING OKAY! I DON'T KNOW! WHAT!' Um. It's just that I don't... take it seriously, I guess? That's a small difference, I know.) ...And yeah, you probably win a prize if you figure out just how many times I contradicted myself in this post; well, I plead the Whitman! C'mon, that one was cute, wasn't it... lame, but like one's favorite little stuffed toy is lame. OKAY I DON'T KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT, SOMEBODY SSSSSTOP... me!!1