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First up, let me put this out there: The Ghost at the Back of Your Closet (Social Network, Mark/Eduardo) was written for me, this Yuletide. I fully intend to write me some hefty NYRs this year; I have got to pay it forward since I received such a lovely gift.

The thing I love most about this fic is how even though it's not Sorkinesque dialogue, it's real between Mark and Eduardo. I believed it, that they could be having these conversations, that they would want to talk to each other again in this way, with these speech patterns. I'm amused that in TSN fandom it's almost always Mark that starts it, and almost always with a text message. In this fic, it's Eduardo who sold it to me (but that's why we need Eduardo, for the emotional sell). Have an excerpt:

"You can't just do that," Eduardo says, in lieu of a greeting. It's the first time Mark has heard his voice since the depositions ended, and he sounds about the same as he did then: tired and agitated all at once, frustrated instead of angry. "You can't text people you haven't spoken to in five years in the middle of the night and ask them if they used to be in love with you."

Wha-BAM. Sold. Go read it, and enjoy.

In other related news, this has been the Christmas of Jesse Eisenberg. The movie on my flight home was Social Network (and if you haven't yet seen this movie on the big screen, I would recommend it, because the acting is so subtle, it just doesn't come across on the small screen with that kind of emotionally-invested impact you'll get from watching every twitch of every facial muscle when said actor's face is as big as a small car). Then, I proceeded to watch Zombieland. Over and over. I think I'm on my third run-through. Adventureland is in the queue. I will probably have ~thoughts and feelings~ about this experience, if I manage to articulate them. A lot of them will probably be related to Mr. Eisenberg's stupid, adorable face.

Just watched Never Let Me Go (thank you, stepliana) and I am all broken and sad inside. The story is full of aches of the heart, and Carey Mulligan and Andrew Garfield have stolen me. Carey Mulligan is amazing. Breathless. I really want to watch An Education, now, to watch her act again.

What's more is that in a weird way this movie has made me want to read books again. I was an English major in college, and after a while I lost my passion for reading. I suppose I might've lost is earlier, when I started becoming seriously clinically depressed in high school, but I noticed it palpably in college, when I was reading these books for class and not really keeping up any kind of private literary life. The last book I read for pleasure was not even really a book, it was Maus, and although I enjoyed myself, it didn't really speak to me. Before that was the first of the Hunger Games trilogy. In an aborted attempt to rekindle my reading passions I picked up a bunch of books from Baltimore's amazing free Book Thing, but haven't touched them. Now I really want to read Ishiguro's 2005 original.

It feels good, wanting to pick up and read books again. I haven't had that hunger in a long time.

The one thing I love about watching The Good Wife is how soft-spoken everyone is. Television can be very hard for me to watch, because everyone shouts at each other, which is very much what my job is like. This show has people who speak so calmly to each other. It is wonderful and relaxing.

These are so much fun:

Ask me my Top Five Whatevers. Fannish or not fannish or whatever. Any top fives. Doesn't matter what, really! And I will answer them in a new post (or in comments). Possibly with pictures!

I mean it, you guys! I wanna do this one so bad. Top Five Anythings, please!


( Today was a really big day! )

I, personally, always wanted some Viola/Olivia, where Olivia is completely in on the game and loving every moment of play. Mmm, yes.

I sound like Fight Club?