All be it an era characterised by bitterness, disappointment and a great deal of confusion.
I'm feeling a little bereft at the ending of Smallville. It's always been there. I so wish LJ had invented tags long before it did, because then I could link you back to all my over-excited anticipatory posts (mostly consisiting of countdowns to episodes) and the excessively enthusiastic post-screening updates (mostly consisting of exclamation marks and regret that there wasn't naked Lex).
It's a fandom-based history of my life (3 homes, 4 jobs, 3 cats, and Lionel the hamster), friendships (indian_skimmer
: "you can't be a slasher and not watch smallville"
Me: "I watched Dichotic and I wasn't impressed", indian_skimmer
: "I'll send you some videos"
- the rest, as they say, is history). Not to mention the technological evolution of the world: Email to mailing lists to blogs to twitter. Buying a video that could play NTSC videos solely for an american-import screening of Exile, to knowing what a codec is, (well, knowing what it *does* anyway).
Thinking back over ten years, I forgive any number of Lana codas for Shattered and Red and The Big Gay Hug. It gave me the Gay Sex Avalanche Scale
, and the accompanying Episode Moment Table
, (the most fun I've had with a show ever); The 4 Yahoo list posts trying to explain the backstory of the hexagonal disc; MR's hipbones; The pink lip gloss lady; That sex scene in the wine cellar they hid in the extras of the box sets; fic writing (even though my smallville stuff consisted of some nasty Clex and the one and only Lex/Jonathan fic in existence); fic *reading* - 6 fic lists a day and sitting at a computer into the small hours of the morning because I just couldn't stop, somewhere I have never travelled
deserves a special mention there; Dessert Island Lex - in fact the entire concept of special episode puddings; sitting up in Aber until 3am with indian_skimmer
because we refused to admit defeat in our recollection of episode titles; Batman; Having the only LJ interest not to be shared by anyone else ("bald meglomaniacs"); cartoons; Becoming a person who buys comics; The knowledge that continuity happens elsewhere; an appreciation for DVD boxsets that come with a bloody episode list. I could go on and on and on and on.
In fact, I think this might actually be love letter of sorts to Smallville. Thank you for the last ten years.
P.S. But not for Lana, or that thing that happened in season 5 that I can't remember but that I know was terrible enough to prevent me buying the DVDs.