Tom Hardy should replace Sam Worthington in everything. My sister and I are currently having an email fight about whose film Inception was--Tom or Joseph's. Can't sway me from my JGL love, although I was definitely feeling Hardy. And that pout.

You could suggest a book about fandom!

Last time I did that, my then-coworker found my LJ. Homie don't play that no more.

Situation: There's an older man (sixties, maybe) who parks in the lot at work (a public garden) for hours, several days a week. He never gets out, that I've seen. I thought he was weird for not finding a picnic bench to actually enjoy the gardens. My colleagues picked up on his presence and were also weirded out. They think he's a pedophile, what with all of our numerous children's programs. They gave his license plate number to the police, who won't confirm or deny their suspicions. The ED told me and the rest of us that the best way to dissuade his presence, someone "who fits that profile" is notice him, talk to him, bother him, until he packs up and finds another park to creep on.

Question: What the fuck if he's not? What if we're harassing an old guy with bad knees looking for a quiet spot to read? And does the vague possibility that he's a pedo outweigh the possibility that he's a harmless dude? Is this the best course of action? Would it be better to go up and say "You're creeping us out? Please explain yourself" than to just harass him? This isn't something I want to fuck around with, but I also don't want to slander and harass someone who's innocent.

If the police have him on The List they'll talk to him.

Tell the kids to stay away and leave the dude alone.

My sister and I are currently having an email fight about whose film Inception was--Tom or Joseph's.

Think bigger. Both.

You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling.

Question: What the fuck if he's not?

No kidding.

The police have been contacted. And it's a PUBLIC garden.

You mustn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, darling.

Hey, my first conciliatory move was Arthur/Eames. I don't leave home without my goggles on. I don't wake up without my goggles on. And, honestly, judging by last night's dreams, I don't sleep without them on either.

I'm trying to instill a modicum of slash-shame in myself, but I saw the trailer for The Town and leant over to Polgara and suggested one skip the movie and move right to the obvious authority-related dub-con between Affleck's character and Hamm's, and I only felt slightly wrong.

I'm pretty sure fandom got me my job.

I find it hard to explain being murdered twice.

I watched you get murdered yesterday! Well, heard FBI agents talk about you being murdered yesterday.

Great. Now I'm distracted by a file with RPS in the filename. Dude. Fic, leave me alone.

My dad use to drive to parks, sit in his car, and read a book. The last few years of his life he had mobility problems that sometimes made walking problematic, especially over gravel or broken sidewalks. He just wanted to get out the apartment and be around people while he read, even if he didn't know them.

He was not a pedophile.