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Woke up this morning to hear the cats tearing around the room, but did not wake up fast enough to prevent one of them from racing across the couch-- and across my head in the process. Yay for a scratched face. Note to self: do not sleep on couch.

Got to work, wasn't feeling great, and my coworker was feeling even worse. This, of course, meant that it was time for a huge rush. Full of mostly good customers, thank heavens. But there were some notable exceptions:

Customer: *stares at her bag, then rolls her eyes* "You didn't put these in a box?"
Me: "Actually, I used my incredible psychic powers to realize you wanted three donuts in a box, but chose to ignore that."

Customer: "Blah blah . . . damned liberals . . . hate our country . . . no respect for good hard-working folk . . ."
Me: *throws coffeepot at customer's head, but it bounces off because his skull is just that thick*

Okay, so in reality I waited until the lines were gone and then picked up the paper to distract myself from their existence.

Which worked, because the FYI section had a little article about a new movie coming out, "Bobby", about the Robert Kennedy assassination. I'd vaguely heard about that one and already wanted to see it anyway, but they had a picture of some of the cast and there was Christian Slater. Immediate big happy grin from me.

Coworker: "Umm . . . Stephanie?"
Me: "Yeah?"
Coworker: "What's up? You're smiling."
Me: "I work customer service. I'm supposed to smile."
Coworker: "That is not a customer-smile. You're thinking about something evil, aren't you?"

Ohhh, was I ever, but not in the way she meant. ;-)

I was happy the rest of the day at work, though, seeing as I was thinking back on assorted good fandom memories.



When Broken Arrow came out to rent, my cousin and I ended up watching it four times in one night. Then we went through his credits list and went to the rental store to find everything we could (boy, was there a talk when we tried to watch Murder in the First). At least we didn't try to play that one at grandma's house, or I wouldn't be alive to type this.

Pump up the Volume and Heathers basically got me through high school.

Mom bought me Untamed Heart and True Romance for my fifteenth birthday. Poor mom, I think she just looked at the titles. ;-) As soon as I opened that package dad's eyes bugged out and he said, "You got her an unrated director's cut Tarantino movie?" Mom-- "What's the matter?" Me-- "Nothing, nothing at all. . ."

Also when I turned fifteen, I got money from various relatives and decided that I'd use a specific amount on eBay to get something completely random. Eventually that got me looking up movie costumes, which led to this:



My friend and I drove to a theater an hour away to see Very Bad Things. Less than half an hour into the movie, four of the seven other people in there had walked out. She and I, meanwhile, were thoroughly enjoying ourselves. My theory was that we were warped perverted freaks; she didn't argue.

We used to hold chats three times a day in the fanclub I was a member of, due to so many people in so many different time zones. And I, disregarding the fact that I did need sleep, tried to be at all of them.

Met a bunch of great people over the years (speaking of years, been a fan for about ten now. Still can't believe that)-- including Mimi, Pinghua, Susan, Elisa, Mary, Karen-- and I got a couple of new fandoms, too. Mimi was the one who told me to see 10 Things I Hate About You, in a conversation that basically went like this:

Mimi: "Go rent it. You have to see the lead actor. Now."
Me: "That's a teen movie, isn't it?"
Mimi: "This one is different. Trust me. Hey-- you're still talking to me when you should be on your way to the rental store."

And I heard "Nature Boy" at the end of Untamed Heart and a while later found out that The Association had also recorded the song. Curious, I looked to see who else had done a cover, and found David Bowie on the soundtrack to Moulin Rouge. Thought, "That looks interesting. Need to rent it some night." We can all see how that turned out. *s*

I wanted to go to NYC during his run in Side Man, but ended up actually getting there a couple of years later. Had my picture taken outside the theatre anyway, just for a laugh.

Anyway, the most important thing to come out of spending so much time at the fanclub-- met my best friend/sister there, and we started writing together. :-)



To sum up, I am now in complete Fluffy Nostalgia Zoning mode and I want to hear your fandom stories. Actor/actress, movie, play-- whatever, talk to me.

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[jadelynx.livejournal.com]

For me it was (well, sort of still *is*) Keanu Reeves. I was a fan before it was cool to be a fan. I was a fan when it was really UNCOOL to be a fan. :D I had a life sized poster of him as Ted on my wall which I had pilfered (read: flirted with the cashier until he gave it to me) from the local video rental store. I kissed it goodnight every night. I had (actually probably still have) a video I had recorded of interviews, and even Paula Abdul's video, Rush Rush. I suffered my way through Johnny Mnemonic for pete's sake! There are still a handful of things he's done that I haven't seen, but I still get a thrill whenever I find out he's doing something new. The Lake House was proof to me that he is worth idolizing. :D Years ago I rented Much Ado About Nothing purely because he was in it. I would never have known then that it would turn into both one of my favorite movies ever and the start of my love for Shakespeare. Shakespeare never made sense until that movie. (That, of course, is mostly to Kenneth Branagh's credit, but K.R. gets some credit cause he kicked ass as Don John.)

I still have the ultimate goal of being in a film with him. It ranks up there with being in some sort of Joss Whedon production.

[allthelivesofme.livejournal.com]

Oh man. Love the life-sized poster story. :-D My cousin had a huge crush on Keanu Reeves the year Speed came out . . . we would quote that movie line-for-line at each other across the dinner table and drive everyone else nuts.

Want to see The Lake House so bad, but it never came to our theatre. Rrr.