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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[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.