Hi again, my hot cute girly geeks and boy geeks of course. As soon as I started to write my Muse somehow left, the bitch. So I have no inspiration whatsoever. And I need to write a review.
The thing is, I watched so many shows and read so many books, I don’t know where to start.
If I look at my Goodreads account, the list is just about endless. In the last couple of weeks I read and listened to:
- Mansfield Park by Jane Austen (BBC radio)
- The Hitchhiker’s guide to the Galaxy 1 by Douglas Adams
- The Graveyard book by Neil Gaiman – (audio, read by Neil Gaiman)
- American Gods – by Neil Gaiman.
- Doctor Who: Touched by an Angel – by Jonathan Morris.
- Doctor Who: Tales of Trenzalore – by Justin Richards
- The Ocean at the end of the Lane – by Neil Gaiman (audio, read by Neil Gaiman)
- Howards End – by E.M. Forster (also watched the film)
- Allegiant (divergent 3) – by Veronica Roth
- Insurgent (divergent 2) – by Veronica Roth
- Divergent 1 – by Veronica Roth
- Just about all the Seven Waters books (6 of them) – by Juliet Marillier
And don’t get met started on my series. I think I’m still emotional damaged beyond repair about some season endings, series ending and not coming back to my screen, hiatuses, news about some hiatuses ending somewhat sooner than expected. Some still ongoing hiatuses. But also disappointed season endings and so on and so on.
Why the hell to I put myself trough stuff like that. Well, I’m a geek, I’m a fangirl. I invest on an emotional level towards fictional characters. I ship, I see ships sail, some ships burn, some ships change boats and so on. Even though I am 21 + taxes years old at the moment, I love how I can be, in my mind, still young and carefree. Although I say carefree, certain writers made sure I’m never carefree ever again.
And I want to address another point, thanks to my Monday night classes. (You know, English CPE). One of the assignments in our book consisted of listening to an audio fragment of The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy. Which had me excited immediately. Seeing as the day before it was International Towel day. I then tried to explain this to my class and the teacher. But apparently he never heard of Douglas Adams nor the Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy. I didn’t even dare to ask him if he at least heard of Doctor Who, afraid of being disappointed, and losing faith in all things British.
The discussion continued into being a geek, geekdom, fandoms, explain your enthusiasm about something and I even tried to explain fan fiction after one of my fellow students mentioned the dreadful 50 shades of grey. (I tried explaining how it started as a Twilight fanfiction.)
And I got the question, well not really a question but more a snide remark about me venturing into cosplay. Well duh! Which got me a nasty laugh and the topic was closed.
So this post started out as a, I don’t know what to review and is now sort of turning into fandom feelings. Let’s open a discussion in the comment section.
Are you a geek, a fangirl or fanboy? Do you openly invest on an emotional level in your series, books or comics? Do you ship and if so, what to do you ship? Do you miss being carefree thanks to certain writers?
But do you also find yourself subject of being misunderstood, the need to try and explain being a geek or your fandoms. Getting ridiculed about your passions and hobbies, being remarked as the strange one or even a freak.
Why is it socially accepted to love sports, being into the environment, but not loving a TV show, film or a good book?
Let’s hear it fellow geeks!
Love, your own hot cute girly geek, Mendy