I seriously dreamed last night that I was searching all over Bloomington for Sobe's Lizard Lava-- and nobody had any to sell to me. Instead I kept seeing all these half-drunk lizard lavas, lizard lavas being carefully hidden away as if people were afraid someone was going to come steal their precious bottle of lizard lava. I don't blame the people in my dream, I mean, have you had Sobe's Lizard Lava? My god!! I'd be hording them too!!! Still, as much as I love coke, I don't think that I've ever dreamed about it. For that matter, I don't think I've ever dreamed about Harry Potter. At least it's Lizard Lava, and not some icky drink like Yoohoo or Ovaltine.
The genesis of art in this fandom is such a wonderful, quizzical thing to behold. :D weatherby and I held a conversation about the realities of Draco in leather pants. While I was still convulsing, she turns right around and wrote the fic in question. And today, what do I find but this doodle from dorkorific: crunchcrinklesqueakcrunchcrunch.
I can't stop laughing. It is a very good holiday, indeed.
Interesting facts about Rave: Rave is a bloody genius. Not only does she occasionally churn out masterpieces like her latest Sirius/Remus art and this beautiful H/D art, which incidentally is the only piece of fanart I have ever saved in my livejournal memories, but she also wrote the lyrics to "I May Be A Tiny Chimneysweep." Which, by the way, I have my own tune too, and which I sing often to myself. There should be a Rave fanclub, so I can be officer and so I can stand at the door glaring at people going, "Have you donated yet?! Well?!"
The following will, I am absolutely certain, interest nobody but me.
I think that Jars of Clay's first album was the best thing to come out of a decade of Contemporary Christian Music. Well, no, arguably that was Rich Mullin's Songs, but since it was a retrospective I don't think it counts. I haven't listened to Songs in a long time--it makes me uncomfortable, I think, because his songs rely so heavily on the power of his lyrics, and his lyrics are so challenging even to a practicing Christian. I used to call him the Sondheim of CCM. I think that Jars of Clay's is a message that's easy to apply to any kind of spirituality because it speaks so much of a personal relationship with God, and how finding God causes what's inside to emerge more beautiful than ever--which isn't really a solely Christian precept. Rich Mullins on the other hand--maybe it's because I discovered him at a time late in my practicing Christian life that I'm now rather ashamed of, but I think of him as being very much about accountability, about walking the Christian walk, which is a mindset I have no desire to go back to. I used to love his songs so much, and I think that given enough distance from that period of my life, I still could. I wonder if I have that distance. I'm just thinking about all this now because I haven't listened to Jars of Clay in oh so long, but recently I downloaded a few songs from that first album, and remembered all over again how much I love it.
When I think of Christians who slash, I think of morganmalfoy and _lindsay_. I remember Morgan having Chapter 9 of LUW sent to her at her summer church camp, where she was a counselor, around this time last year. I remember thinking, I wonder if she has trouble reconciling her love of slash with her goals as a Christian. I wonder if there are other practicing Christians out there who struggle with themselves or with their church, for reading and enjoying the slash stories they do? I guess I just wonder how many slash-readers out there consider themselves practicing Christians anyway. I had so much pressure just being a practicing Christian who promoted gay rights--I can't imagine it's any easier if you read and write slash.
resmiranda is going to kill me when she wakes up.