Cover her face; mine eyes dazzle;

WHY is the Supernatural fandom like a cyborg from Asimov-- sleek, dark, modern, chic, genius, and thriving... while the Andromeda fandom is quavering along with cancer-ridden lungs, pastel sweatpants, kitschy wall-hangings, and bad HTML?! Okay, really? I *love* Supernatural; I could not be more thrilled that it's as healthy and glossy as it is. It seems that I shall never find an end to good Wincest fics. My point here is more... Why can't Andromeda be the same???

All right. Simple answer: Andromeda itself sucks. Yeah. I know that. Seriously. I've been watching it since childhood, and it certainly hasn't gotten any better. But look at, say, Weiss Kreuz! Crappiest anime that ever crapped, and yet I (and many other stellar fic writers out there) adore it. The Weiss Kreuz fandom is alive and screaming. Same with Star Trek. So... how come, when I try to find even ONE quality piece of Andromeda slash fic that does not involve that twat, Dylan Hunt, in some capacity or another, I come up with fourteen broken links, three counts of "writers" who should be put out of our misery, and gratuitous pages of lime green script, bad spelling, that shithole aff.net, and the poorly formulated HTML and font that denotes, right off the proverbial bat, a fan who is lacking in that which we may loosely term 'talent'. It's so frustrating. The entire lot of Andromeda fans are evidently illiterate fourteen year olds. And that sucks. It reminds me of my very, very early fannish days, when I was content with Mary Sues, awful grammar, gaping plot holes, and fanfiction.net was my main stomping grounds. UGH! Why doesn't fandom grow with the fans? Surely there are some thoughtful, literate young women out there scribbling Tyr/Harper on their LJs? PLEEEEEEAAAAAASEEEEEEE~~~~~! I'm being forced to write my own slash, and that's just not as fun as it could be.

A) I would like to know WHY there is no 'edit' button on journal posts. Really freaking incovenient, cuz I'm so impaired. And B).... Yeah, I don't know. I think I'll go write some SPN pre-series slashiness. It's the obvious cure (no, really).

My cat is sleeping in a paper bag. She looks really cute, with her smooshed little face.

So here I am, with my first IJ post. It's exactly the same as LJ, and I've been lurking here for a year or two, so I'm hardly lost, but yanno. I'm trying to type quietly because my boyfriend's sawing logs beside me. It's a lot harder than you'd think.

My first order of business is to rush on over to blue_soaring's journal and beg her to friend me, because I'm so in love with all her fics, and I'm a TERRIBLE PERSON for not having commented on them before now, since I've read every single one and slavered and quivered over each in its turn... Hopefully my obesience will make up, in some small part, for this commentary lack. Sob.