Cable! And Mysterious Unexplained Trips to Oxnard.

[hafital]

Okay, I've been cable deprived for a long time now, but my dad hooked up the cable in my room and I have once again numerous useless tv channels right at my fingertips. Yay! None of the movie channels, but that's okay.

And um, while I wasn't looking they started airing MacGyver on TV Land. :::twitch:::

In other news, I have suddenly become the family chauffeur. I would complain, but I have nothing else to do at the moment and they need me. sigh. I moved back home just in time, I think.

I told my mom I was going to be gone for a few days next week.

"Oh, that's nice. Where are you going?"

"Ah, to see my friends."

"Where?"

"Ah, Oxnard?"

"Oxnard. There's nothing to do in Oxnard."

"Ah.... Yeah."

hoo-boy. *g*

Er, she's very good at not pressing when I obviously don't want to explain further, but I'm notoriously bad at lying to her.

I could, of course, just tell her about it, but then she's going to want to read the fiction, and that is just not happening, people. Nuh-uh.

I did tell her about vidding, although she has yet to see a vid, but that's easier since she knows editing and things, and that's not, you know, nearly as explicit, or anything. Hm, I wonder how long I can keep the smoke screen up.

The funny thing is, I don't want her to know more because I worry she's going to think it's a waste of time (and that I should be writing more original fic) than because it's slash, or homoerotic. This is mostly my neurosis, but still. Let's keep everything hidden. Hide! *g* *sticks head in sand*

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[elke-tanzer.livejournal.com]

Just say that Oxnard is the midpoint for the group. :-)

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[hafital.livejournal.com]

Hm, that might work. I can't use the usual "it's a writer's group" because she'll want to know all about that. LOL.

[elynross.livejournal.com]

I had that same convo with the Other Brother. I told him the Brother was coming. "Oh? So where are you going?" California. "Yeah, but where?" Oxnard. "Why?" It's a group of friends. "Are these just friends who met..." Gah. You'd think, if they have to draw it out of you like a rotten tooth, they'd Get The Message that you don't want to say.

And yeah, he'd probably want to read it, and SO NOT. One of my happier moments with the new computer was knowing it had the ability to create different user accounts, so my bookmarks and files and things are protected...

And I don't want him to know because I think he might think it was cool. And maybe even talk to me about it. I remember him telling me he thought he might be bisexual, and all I could think was "OhGOD don't be telling me this." Gah.

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[hafital.livejournal.com]

And I don't want him to know because I think he might think it was cool. And maybe even talk to me about it. I remember him telling me he thought he might be bisexual, and all I could think was "OhGOD don't be telling me this." Gah.

Yeah, see, exactly this. Exactly. Oh, she'd be fine with it (even if I'd get a lecture about all the sex stuff) but, um, no. Please. LOL. I'm pretty honest with my parents, or at least with my mom (my dad is something else altogether. He wouldn't really be fine with it at all, but he's not the type to say anything regardless)

Let's just not go there. la la la

[unovis-lj.livejournal.com]

Mmmm.
I just returned from several months' stay with my younger sister. There was much severe disapproval of my editing fic, on the grounds that it was too time consuming; many additional remarks also on how much time was wasted by these people in writing anything not for profit or as part of a job. It eased up somewhat when I compared it to the effort, time, and money she's invested in amateur figure skating.

She was aware of the media connection of the writing, but not the erotica. *eyeroll* She didn't ask about what I was writing, or the photo-manips of two men one of them a priest! visible on my laptop, and I didn't tell. It's somehow worse than drugs.

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[hafital.livejournal.com]

It eased up somewhat when I compared it to the effort, time, and money she's invested in amateur figure skating.

This is something I like to point out, too. That everyone spends obscene amounts of time and (usually) money on things that everyone else doesn't. It's tiresome when some hobbys (for lack of a better word) are considered acceptable, while others are not.

It's somehow worse than drugs. It does have that kind of a stigma. I am quite fortunate that, while I'm going to do my darnedest not have my parents wise up to the fanfic and slash, should they find out it wouldn't really be all that bad. Embarrassing, yes, because they're my parents, but not too bad. I think, anyway.

[falzalot.livejournal.com]

I can't even explain h/c to my mom. I remember we'd gone out to dinner one night right after they showed the B5 episode when Marcos got totally thrashed, and she'd asked me how I liked the ep. So I said part of it I really liked, one part was so-so, and the 3rd part shouldn't have been filmed. She looked at me and said, "oh, you must've ~hated~ it when the cute guy got beat up."

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[hafital.livejournal.com]

Ah, not even going to try and explain that concept. *g* It has become increasingly apparent that I am definitely the odd person out in this family. My mom, dad, and sister, and even her vilified husband, all have similar tastes and likes and dislikes, and view the world with similar glasses and all that. Me? Not like the others. Not really at all. Something like h/c would just be weird to them. They might get it, but they'd be a little on the "and, why?" side of things.

[geekturnedvamp.livejournal.com]

The funny thing is, I don't want her to know more because I worry she's going to think it's a waste of time (and that I should be writing more original fic) than because it's slash, or homoerotic.

I think this is a common neurosis--my mom knows about fandom and while she thinks my friends (those of you she's met) are lovely, that really is her biggest complaint... Plus I think the impulse to hide things from your parents is normal in adolescence and then when you get older it persists because it's just easier to tell them stuff on a need-to-know basis--unless you're really sure they won't suddenly be all, and why aren't you in graduate school/married/providing me with grandchildren yet? Which I think most parents have a rather disconcerting tendency to do at some point or other, usually when you least expect it *g*.

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[elke-tanzer.livejournal.com]

and why aren't you in graduate school/married/providing me with grandchildren yet?

Actually, with mine it's: and why aren't you selling your brilliant creative work and having a stellar career and owning your own home, since you're divorced and in no hurry to have children? Failing that, why aren't you moving closer to home so we can pamper you more?

*wry grin*

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[hafital.livejournal.com]

Hi hon! You're so right. :) Totally.