It's official...
Oct. 13th, 2011 07:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
corrielleDownton Abbey is definitely my most recent head-over-heals fandom crush.
Every two or three years or so, I find myself a new fandom and allow it to completely take over my life for a little while. At the end of college, it was Firefly. A couple of years ago, it was Robin Hood. And I think there were probably some Pirates and their Navy counterparts in the middle of those two, if I remember correctly. I may thoroughly enjoy other shows in between serious fandom crushes, but the Big Ones are the fandoms that work their way into my life so inextricably that I'm a different person for having been a part of them.
And now, Downton is looking like it's going to be one of those fandoms. The evidence is as follows:
I've seen every episode that's aired at least twice. Some of them a lot more than that, and I'd turn around and watch the whole thing again right now if I had time and my series one DVD's weren't loaned to someone else.
I am so invested in multiple pairings on this show that I can't see straight. I am both so excited about Sunday that I'm about to jump out of my skin and so terrified about some things I've heard are definitely going to happen that I want Sunday to take its sweet time getting here.
I'm up to my elbows in fandom meta, episode reviews and discussions, fic, and pretty graphics.
I wrote post-episode fic that showed up in my brain the night an episode aired and wouldn't let me sleep until it was done.
To better understand a certain Socialist chauffeur, I checked two books on modern Irish history out of the library of a college I work at today. While I was sitting on a stool in the aisle thumbing through one of them, I ran across a particularly upsetting bit about the Easter Uprising and had to stop reading, check out my books, and get back to the nice, warm day outside to keep myself from getting sniffly right there in the stacks. (I also can't talk about any of the poetry that I teach that is even mildly associated with WWI without getting a firm grip on my emotions first... I don't know what I'm going to do when we get to war poetry and Wilfred Owen...)
After a bit of searching, I paid for a download of the sheet music to "If I Were the Only Girl in the World," printed it out, pulled the cover off of my sadly under-used keyboard, and spent the better part of the afternoon trying to make it sound halfway decent. (Not there yet, but I'm out of practice. It's coming along.)
I suppose there are worse shows I could be completely obsessed with... at least this one is smart, pretty, well-acted, and well-written, and the fandom is kind, intelligent, and incredibly articulate.
Every two or three years or so, I find myself a new fandom and allow it to completely take over my life for a little while. At the end of college, it was Firefly. A couple of years ago, it was Robin Hood. And I think there were probably some Pirates and their Navy counterparts in the middle of those two, if I remember correctly. I may thoroughly enjoy other shows in between serious fandom crushes, but the Big Ones are the fandoms that work their way into my life so inextricably that I'm a different person for having been a part of them.
And now, Downton is looking like it's going to be one of those fandoms. The evidence is as follows:
I've seen every episode that's aired at least twice. Some of them a lot more than that, and I'd turn around and watch the whole thing again right now if I had time and my series one DVD's weren't loaned to someone else.
I am so invested in multiple pairings on this show that I can't see straight. I am both so excited about Sunday that I'm about to jump out of my skin and so terrified about some things I've heard are definitely going to happen that I want Sunday to take its sweet time getting here.
I'm up to my elbows in fandom meta, episode reviews and discussions, fic, and pretty graphics.
I wrote post-episode fic that showed up in my brain the night an episode aired and wouldn't let me sleep until it was done.
To better understand a certain Socialist chauffeur, I checked two books on modern Irish history out of the library of a college I work at today. While I was sitting on a stool in the aisle thumbing through one of them, I ran across a particularly upsetting bit about the Easter Uprising and had to stop reading, check out my books, and get back to the nice, warm day outside to keep myself from getting sniffly right there in the stacks. (I also can't talk about any of the poetry that I teach that is even mildly associated with WWI without getting a firm grip on my emotions first... I don't know what I'm going to do when we get to war poetry and Wilfred Owen...)
After a bit of searching, I paid for a download of the sheet music to "If I Were the Only Girl in the World," printed it out, pulled the cover off of my sadly under-used keyboard, and spent the better part of the afternoon trying to make it sound halfway decent. (Not there yet, but I'm out of practice. It's coming along.)
I suppose there are worse shows I could be completely obsessed with... at least this one is smart, pretty, well-acted, and well-written, and the fandom is kind, intelligent, and incredibly articulate.
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Date: 2011-10-14 04:55 am (UTC)Oh. Yeah, just that little pirate thing. You hardly ever mention it. In fact, you have no icons of it whatsoever, so I sort of forgot that you were into it. :P