So, I've decided to keep my pseudonyms seperate. However, I really, really like livejournal, so I'm making the move.

From now on, you can find the ramblings, rants, and various other dicta of C.L. Finn over here.

Oh look, another month gone by!

First things first, should anyone be wondering what I’ve been up to for the last few months (except for those lovely people who were at Connexions this weekend and already know of my shame), you can go here and check out my alter-ego. Yes, I’ve succumbed to the boyband slash crack. It’s all Ins’ fault. Okay, not really, but I like to blame her. I was just going to check it out, purely for curiosity’s sake, read a couple of stories and move along. Well, ahem, four hundred stories read, one new pseudonym, one completed story, several WIPs later, I’m ready to stand up and say…

My name is Christine (and sometimes Trixie) and I’m addicted to *NSYNC slash.

I might even be, hypothetically speaking, going to see them in concert on Saturday.

So, there ya have it. I’m out and I’m proud.

Now about Connexions…

Every once in a while something happens that makes me realize just how much I love fandom, and how glad I am that I ever got online in the first place. I have made some of the most wonderful friends since I’ve been online. The best part about cons is always the chance to meet the people you’ve been talking to over email and lists and blogs/ljs. Connexions was pretty much all about that for me. I’m not even going to talk about the panels and the vids (except to say… more Hobbits than I ever need to see for the rest of my life) at this point, frankly because the whole weekend is such a happy sleep-deprived blur right now, I can barely remember most of it, and partially because the most interesting panels were the informal ones held at various tables we chose to congregate around.

Connexions was all about people. Very, very cool people. I got to see and spend time with people I’ve met before like Rowan and Miriam and Janette (and yeah, Beth and Becky, but do they count? *g*). Met people who I’ve talked to on lists and over email who I really liked, but who I like even more after this weekend, like Kat and LaT and Kit and Carla and Shrift and Deb(who I actually hadn’t talked to much before). And Aral, of course, who I did some serious bonding with. (finish that thesis girl, we’re gonna have some fun this summer!) And oh god, I know I’m probably leaving someone out and I’m going to feel really bad about it. Everyone I met were some of the most interesting, funniest, most intelligent women I’ve ever met.

I’m just filled with all kinds of love for fandom right now. One of the coolest things about cons is being able to look around and realize you are nowhere near the freakiest person in the room, even at your own freakiest. And even the freakiest people in the room are somehow cool. I loved being able to sit around and talk, and talk, and talk, about pretty boys and about writing and about sex. As I said at one point in the weekend, where else can you find a group of women who are completely comfortable talking about rimming. There’s something so incredibly freeing and empowering about being among your own kind, communing with women, and a few men, who totally get it. Who get you.

I love it. I love you all. I throw virtual kisses and sparkles your way.

Thus ends the mushy, sappy part of my con report. More details to follow as I remember them.

(man that was a lot of links)

Wow, it's been nearly two months since I posted anything. Spent the winter hibernating, studying for the Bar, and immersing myself in a new fandom.

Came across this article and pictures today and thought it was time to get back to blogging. That amazingly beautiful Afgan girl who was on the cover of National Geographic years ago and has become one of their most famous pictures... she's been found. She's 30 years old now and still beautiful, but you can definately see the life she's lived in the last twenty years.

We interrupt our regularly scheduled Bar studying to say a few words about the State of the Union.

First word: nuclear. George, dude, the word is nu-cle-ar. Not Nu-cu-lar. I know you're from Texas, but you did go to college, didn't you?

Second word: hypocrit. See, you can't really spend billions on your little war-that's-not-a-war and other pet projects, cut taxes, run up a new deficit, and then demand that Congress be fiscally responsible.

And uh... "Let's Roll"? Yeah, Winston Churchill you ain't, buddy.

That is all.

Wow... weeks since I've been here.

So, I promised a review of 2001... the good the bad and the ugly. It's cool that when I sat down and thought about 2001I could pretty much only come up with good stuff. I'm sure there was more bad than is coming to mind at the moment, but why dig for it, right? And oddly, all the non-good stuff I came up with is external. S'a good thing.

The Bad: Well, duh. September 11 and subsequent nastiness would have to qualify. I moved to New York a *week* before the attack. Way to make an arrival, huh? The rest of the bad is really just details. The Ugly, then, would be our governments response to Sept. 11... power grabbing, grandstanding, McCarthy-ism in action.

The Good: So much more of this. Big changes in 2001-- moved to Brooklyn, started a new job. The job isn't perfect, but in many ways it's such an improvement over my old one. I may bitch and moan about the facilities and the funding and the administrative bullshit, but the truth is, I went to law school because I wanted to help people. And my clients need the most help. On a good day, I get to actually make a difference in someone's life.

Probably the best part of 2001 has been my friends... when I ventured onto the internet back in '95ish, I had no idea what I would find. What I've found is a group of friends who have become family to me in the past several years. They were a large part of the reason that I made the move to New York, and why I've been so glad I made that move. Becky, the roomie, is one of those people. Even when we're both too lazy to do dishes or we're ah.. respectfully disagreeing on our current fandoms... she's a pretty damn good roomie. Aside from the Family, the friends I've made in due South fandom are some of the coolest, smartest, most interesting women I've ever met. And I've read about and talked to some really fascinating people in the Blog collective, even though my own Blog updating habits have become so appalling. And, and... new friends are being made all the time. (Ins! My favorite unintentional pimp!) So, I guess what I have to say here is... thank you Al Gore for inventing the Internet.

2002? Who knows? I can only hope it will be as good or better than 2001. The only real Resolutions I have this year are: pass the New York Bar next month, and get my finances finally straightened out.

Well, this makes me sad.

And you know, I should actually post something here besides internet quizzes, but I've been busy. Holiday madness, and I start studying for the New York bar exam next week. So, um, not sure how much scintillating content will be found on this blog till after February 28. (this is not to imply that previous content has been scintillating) But you never know. Heck, my most productive fanfic years were while I was in law school.

Perhaps tonight I'll sit down and reflect on 2001 and make some resolutions for 2002.

Or um... I'll just continue embracing my inner twelve-year old girl.

In lieu of any actual content... I give you another silly internet quiz...



Take the Which Beatle Are You? Quiz.