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Monday, 27 March 2017 09:15 pmThis Is Me Today
I'm sure I'll be a nicer mammal tomorrow.
I'm sure I'll be a nicer mammal tomorrow.
Dept. of Getting Back on the Damn Bike
Wednesday, 22 June 2016 08:33 pmThings I Have Done Lately
1. Obsessed over every episode of Game of Thrones, without ever watching a single episode. Yes, I've watched every scene on YouTube that YouTubers can offer me, loads of reviews and responses. No, I don't have HBO, and ... it's stupid of me. But I'm going to be so upset at the end of the season next Sunday.
2. Thrown out all the Marion Zimmer Bradley books I've had on my shelf for years. I'd thought I'd keep a couple of books of hers that were important to me because of how they shaped my love for SF&F, and for the sense of wonder they engendered in me. In the end, I couldn't keep any of them. It was a decision a long time in coming, and it was the first time in my life I have ever thrown books out. I don't believe I shall ever do it again. But for me it was the right thing to do. I couldn't stomach giving them to a second-hand store.
3. Picked up the partly empty drink cup a well-made up gym rat had left on her seat as she headed out the L train door to get to a Cubs game, handed it to her (or her friend, the even more made-up gym rat) and "asked" her to throw it away in a garbage can once she got onto the platform, since "I believe it belongs to you." She did. I am ashamed of being petty about their looks. I should not be that way, since I support anyone's right to decorate their body in the way they see fit. I can only point to my upbringing and say it's hard to escape the attitudes I grew up experiencing when it comes to make-up. On the other hand, I am very glad I told her pick up her damn trash. Politely.
4. Became an employee of tronc. Yes, tronc. tronc. tronc. Mother of fucking god.
5. Wrote a little more of "Hearts & Moons." Go, me.
1. Obsessed over every episode of Game of Thrones, without ever watching a single episode. Yes, I've watched every scene on YouTube that YouTubers can offer me, loads of reviews and responses. No, I don't have HBO, and ... it's stupid of me. But I'm going to be so upset at the end of the season next Sunday.
2. Thrown out all the Marion Zimmer Bradley books I've had on my shelf for years. I'd thought I'd keep a couple of books of hers that were important to me because of how they shaped my love for SF&F, and for the sense of wonder they engendered in me. In the end, I couldn't keep any of them. It was a decision a long time in coming, and it was the first time in my life I have ever thrown books out. I don't believe I shall ever do it again. But for me it was the right thing to do. I couldn't stomach giving them to a second-hand store.
3. Picked up the partly empty drink cup a well-made up gym rat had left on her seat as she headed out the L train door to get to a Cubs game, handed it to her (or her friend, the even more made-up gym rat) and "asked" her to throw it away in a garbage can once she got onto the platform, since "I believe it belongs to you." She did. I am ashamed of being petty about their looks. I should not be that way, since I support anyone's right to decorate their body in the way they see fit. I can only point to my upbringing and say it's hard to escape the attitudes I grew up experiencing when it comes to make-up. On the other hand, I am very glad I told her pick up her damn trash. Politely.
4. Became an employee of tronc. Yes, tronc. tronc. tronc. Mother of fucking god.
5. Wrote a little more of "Hearts & Moons." Go, me.
Dept of A.O. Scott Can Suck It
Sunday, 8 May 2016 08:55 pmCaptain America: Civil War
I'm waiting to see if my computer will successfully upgrade to Windows 10, so I'm hunting and pecking this out on the iPad. That means that this post won't be long or involved. Still, I wanted to say that my Mothers Day present was breakfast (real breakfast at a corner diner, not a "brunch") with BB, FB and Ms Emily, and then we saw "Captain America; Civil War."
First, a side trip, to New York Times movie reviewer A.O. Scott's (I'm sure he'd prefer being called a film reviewer. Suck it, Scott) review of CA:CW. It's here if you want to read it. I read it, and ....
I don't believe I've read such an aggressively condescending review in years. It's not just what he says, it's how he says it - the "Look I really, really want all of you to understand that I didn't want to see this film movie picture, but it's how I pay the rent, and now I'm going to go back and watch "Aguirre, the Wrath of God" for the billionth time to remind myself of what I really want to see."
Dude.
I get it, you're meant for the finer things in life. But really? Did you have to pour all that refined venom into the mix?
I mean, maybe he actually hates "Aguirre, the Wrath of God," so perhaps I'm being a little harsh on him ...
Still?
Duuude.
Then I realized what happened here. He didn't actually go see the movie I saw.
Well, that cleared that up.
Maybe tomorrow I'll have a better post about CA:CW, but for now I'll say I found it extremely well written, remarkably well paced, respectful of both its actors and its characters, and filled with very chewy ideas.
I'm waiting to see if my computer will successfully upgrade to Windows 10, so I'm hunting and pecking this out on the iPad. That means that this post won't be long or involved. Still, I wanted to say that my Mothers Day present was breakfast (real breakfast at a corner diner, not a "brunch") with BB, FB and Ms Emily, and then we saw "Captain America; Civil War."
First, a side trip, to New York Times movie reviewer A.O. Scott's (I'm sure he'd prefer being called a film reviewer. Suck it, Scott) review of CA:CW. It's here if you want to read it. I read it, and ....
I don't believe I've read such an aggressively condescending review in years. It's not just what he says, it's how he says it - the "Look I really, really want all of you to understand that I didn't want to see this
Dude.
I get it, you're meant for the finer things in life. But really? Did you have to pour all that refined venom into the mix?
I mean, maybe he actually hates "Aguirre, the Wrath of God," so perhaps I'm being a little harsh on him ...
Still?
Duuude.
Then I realized what happened here. He didn't actually go see the movie I saw.
Well, that cleared that up.
Maybe tomorrow I'll have a better post about CA:CW, but for now I'll say I found it extremely well written, remarkably well paced, respectful of both its actors and its characters, and filled with very chewy ideas.
Dept. of Scattershot
Tuesday, 19 April 2016 03:31 pmThese Things Occur to Me
It's bound to be a ... day ... when you start off by forgetting to put the top on the blender in which you are making your breakfast smoothie.
( A rant about age gaps in relationships. )
My editor, let me praise her. She's a good editor. I really like her.
The first MCU fic is edging toward 3,000 words. I wish I could wrap it up faster than I'm going to be able to.
Have I mentioned lately that I love The Expanse? Have I mentioned how it manages to be as close to realistic hard science fiction as one can get, while still telling a multi-pronged and gripping story filled with real three-dee characters, a complicated and fascinating political plot, and thoughtful social extrapolations? I have? Well, you'll probably hear me gush over the series again. We've just watched the sixth episode in the first 10-episode season, and I am very glad that it got renewed by SyFy.
I am grateful that today I saw a cardinal (male, in all his red glory) on the greensward across the street from my window.
It's bound to be a ... day ... when you start off by forgetting to put the top on the blender in which you are making your breakfast smoothie.
( A rant about age gaps in relationships. )
My editor, let me praise her. She's a good editor. I really like her.
The first MCU fic is edging toward 3,000 words. I wish I could wrap it up faster than I'm going to be able to.
Have I mentioned lately that I love The Expanse? Have I mentioned how it manages to be as close to realistic hard science fiction as one can get, while still telling a multi-pronged and gripping story filled with real three-dee characters, a complicated and fascinating political plot, and thoughtful social extrapolations? I have? Well, you'll probably hear me gush over the series again. We've just watched the sixth episode in the first 10-episode season, and I am very glad that it got renewed by SyFy.
I am grateful that today I saw a cardinal (male, in all his red glory) on the greensward across the street from my window.
Dept. of Peeves
Sunday, 2 March 2014 09:48 pmDo You Know What I Hate Pisses Me Off Bothers Me?
After having been in online fandom for (thinks a bit and is suitably croggled) almost eight years, I've had ample opportunity to hear others complain about seeing fan writers fridge some character's significant other because they want to get that character involved with another character. And because they just haaaate that character.
( And more thoughts on hating characters when you write about them )
After having been in online fandom for (thinks a bit and is suitably croggled) almost eight years, I've had ample opportunity to hear others complain about seeing fan writers fridge some character's significant other because they want to get that character involved with another character. And because they just haaaate that character.
( And more thoughts on hating characters when you write about them )
Dept. of Scattershot
Monday, 20 January 2014 09:22 pmFive Things Make a Post
1. ( Non-spoilery musings on Sherlock. )
( Grumbles about mouth health, so possibly TMI. )
3. I've gotten moving again on Hearts & Moons, greatly to my own surprise. Go, me!.
4. The knowledge that a significant portion of the public is unconcerned with NSA and private corporate intrusion and surveillance into their lives is depressing. So is the knowledge that my company has just ended its lease with the building it rents space in, apparently because it's looking for cheaper space. What these things have in common, I have no idea.
5. I wish Defiance, S2, was airing now. Instead I have to wait until June. Grumble redux.
1. ( Non-spoilery musings on Sherlock. )
( Grumbles about mouth health, so possibly TMI. )
3. I've gotten moving again on Hearts & Moons, greatly to my own surprise. Go, me!.
4. The knowledge that a significant portion of the public is unconcerned with NSA and private corporate intrusion and surveillance into their lives is depressing. So is the knowledge that my company has just ended its lease with the building it rents space in, apparently because it's looking for cheaper space. What these things have in common, I have no idea.
5. I wish Defiance, S2, was airing now. Instead I have to wait until June. Grumble redux.
Dept. of Gah
Thursday, 14 November 2013 11:07 am Work Interferes With Life
Because what I want to do right now is flail and squee and talk about the minisode, but what I have to do is, you know, my job. Of writing non-fic stories about the community I cover. Which is immeasurably harder and more boring.
This is not fair. I Am Entitled.
*grump*
Because what I want to do right now is flail and squee and talk about the minisode, but what I have to do is, you know, my job. Of writing non-fic stories about the community I cover. Which is immeasurably harder and more boring.
This is not fair. I Am Entitled.
*grump*
Dept. of Is It Supposed to Work Like This?
Sunday, 13 October 2013 09:30 pmWhen Special Snowflakes Aren't
Back a few years, when I had an office, and when each person in the office actually had their own office, one of my reportorial compatriots had an award-winning door of pro-labor editorial cartoons. At least I thought the cartoons she put up there were worthy of awards. One, in particular, has stayed with me.
A man sits in front of a large desk, behind which sits another man, whose appearance is typical cartoon "boss." The first man says something like "What do I want out of a job? I was thinking, a small, windowless office that has enough oxygen for me to breathe while I do my work."
The boss says, "Well, you're not asking for much, are you, Mr. Prima-Donna?"
Over the years, my enjoyment of that cartoon has evolved from its original wryly bitter appreciation to simply bitter. That's because too many of us have swallowed the lie of Privilege vs Right, of Luxury vs Necessity.
( Warning. Rant. )
Back a few years, when I had an office, and when each person in the office actually had their own office, one of my reportorial compatriots had an award-winning door of pro-labor editorial cartoons. At least I thought the cartoons she put up there were worthy of awards. One, in particular, has stayed with me.
A man sits in front of a large desk, behind which sits another man, whose appearance is typical cartoon "boss." The first man says something like "What do I want out of a job? I was thinking, a small, windowless office that has enough oxygen for me to breathe while I do my work."
The boss says, "Well, you're not asking for much, are you, Mr. Prima-Donna?"
Over the years, my enjoyment of that cartoon has evolved from its original wryly bitter appreciation to simply bitter. That's because too many of us have swallowed the lie of Privilege vs Right, of Luxury vs Necessity.
( Warning. Rant. )
Dept. of Cheer Up, Emo Kaffyr
Tuesday, 8 October 2013 04:22 pm I'm Grumpy and I Don't Need to Be
For no particular reason, I find myself grumpy and slightly anxious - so, to cheer myself up, I bring you the full Family Pond, since all of the boys and girls have been here for a week or more now.
They followed me around the house for a while, staying on my bedside table, or next to me at my desk, but have now landed on the living room mantel above the fireplace. With, as it happens, my die-cast TARDIS, which my wonderful son ordered for my birthday, and which I should photograph soon, because TARDIS!
The TARDIS and the Ponds have joined Action Nine and Action Donna there, but may well be brought back to the office when I need cheering up. But without further ado:
This picture shows them against the cheerfully amateur version of Van Gogh's church that I found in a Salvation Army thrift shop last year ; I arranged them there to take a picture to accompany me on my coffee shop date with the estimable![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
marence and her husband.
That, by the way, took place more than a week ago, and I am ashamed of myself for not having told everyone how remarkably pleasant a meeting it was.marence and her husband were in Chicago for a leisurely weekend, and took time out of their schedule to meet me. It was very much worth it; she's fun, funny, opinionated, has a great, husky laugh, and was every bit as enjoyable in 3D life as she is in 2D. We enjoyed some decent coffee in Chicago's loop, applauded participants in a demonstration against war in Syria, chatted music and science fiction and politics and in general had too little time.
Hmm. Just by typing this up, I feel a great deal less grumpy. That's good!
For no particular reason, I find myself grumpy and slightly anxious - so, to cheer myself up, I bring you the full Family Pond, since all of the boys and girls have been here for a week or more now.
They followed me around the house for a while, staying on my bedside table, or next to me at my desk, but have now landed on the living room mantel above the fireplace. With, as it happens, my die-cast TARDIS, which my wonderful son ordered for my birthday, and which I should photograph soon, because TARDIS!
The TARDIS and the Ponds have joined Action Nine and Action Donna there, but may well be brought back to the office when I need cheering up. But without further ado:
( Ta-da! )
This picture shows them against the cheerfully amateur version of Van Gogh's church that I found in a Salvation Army thrift shop last year ; I arranged them there to take a picture to accompany me on my coffee shop date with the estimable
marence and her husband. That, by the way, took place more than a week ago, and I am ashamed of myself for not having told everyone how remarkably pleasant a meeting it was.
marence and her husband were in Chicago for a leisurely weekend, and took time out of their schedule to meet me. It was very much worth it; she's fun, funny, opinionated, has a great, husky laugh, and was every bit as enjoyable in 3D life as she is in 2D. We enjoyed some decent coffee in Chicago's loop, applauded participants in a demonstration against war in Syria, chatted music and science fiction and politics and in general had too little time. Hmm. Just by typing this up, I feel a great deal less grumpy. That's good!
Dept. of AAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaa
Monday, 8 July 2013 11:16 pmI Should Have Known. There's BSG Alumni Involved.
So a frakkin' 11 month hiatus between the end of Season 1 of Defiance and Season 2?
I should have seen it coming.
Frakkin' bastards.
So a frakkin' 11 month hiatus between the end of Season 1 of Defiance and Season 2?
I should have seen it coming.
Frakkin' bastards.
Dept. of Fandom Love
Monday, 29 April 2013 11:42 pmBecause I've Gotten So Very Tired
I've gotten tired of hearing and reading whinging about Moffat. So it was really nice to read this. Yes, yes it was. (I'm sure there are other, better commentaries along this line, but this is the one I ran across.)
This entry was originally posted at http://kaffyr.dreamwidth.org/256844.html?mode=reply, where there are currently
comments. You can comment there or here; I watch both.
I've gotten tired of hearing and reading whinging about Moffat. So it was really nice to read this. Yes, yes it was. (I'm sure there are other, better commentaries along this line, but this is the one I ran across.)
This entry was originally posted at http://kaffyr.dreamwidth.org/256844.html?mode=reply, where there are currently
Dept. of Fandom Love
Monday, 29 April 2013 11:42 pmBecause I've Gotten So Very Tired
I've gotten tired of hearing and reading whinging about Moffat. So it was really nice to read this. Yes, yes it was. (I'm sure there are other, better commentaries along this line, but this is the one I ran across.)
I've gotten tired of hearing and reading whinging about Moffat. So it was really nice to read this. Yes, yes it was. (I'm sure there are other, better commentaries along this line, but this is the one I ran across.)
Dept. of Weariness
Sunday, 15 July 2012 11:03 pmTired is a Way of Life
But I'm going to go to bed now, and see if I can get up at 6 a.m. and be working by 7 a.m.
*and the universe explodes into snorts and guffaws of laughter*
Wish me luck, my dears.
But I'm going to go to bed now, and see if I can get up at 6 a.m. and be working by 7 a.m.
*and the universe explodes into snorts and guffaws of laughter*
Wish me luck, my dears.
Dept. of Heat
Wednesday, 27 June 2012 10:48 pmAaugh. Summer.
Summer, and heat, and not noticing the heat all that much, even in your un-airconditioned car during the long, long drive home ... until you get back into the cool.
And then you realize that the effort of not noticing the heat, not being uncomfortable in the heat, not being too uncomfortable in the heat, has drained you as surely as you thought the heat might.
Not noticing discomfort is as tiring as giving in to the discomfort. It's just not as uncomfortable.
Tomorrow I get to ride the El from the north side of Chicago to Oak Park for an evening meeting. It is almost 11 p.m. and it's still more than 83F (28C) degrees out. Tomorrow it's forecast to hit 102F (39C). There's an air quality alert as well. And yet, I have to go to the meeting.
It is not yet the end of June.
I think I'm going to go and take a shower and collapse in bed.
Summer, and heat, and not noticing the heat all that much, even in your un-airconditioned car during the long, long drive home ... until you get back into the cool.
And then you realize that the effort of not noticing the heat, not being uncomfortable in the heat, not being too uncomfortable in the heat, has drained you as surely as you thought the heat might.
Not noticing discomfort is as tiring as giving in to the discomfort. It's just not as uncomfortable.
Tomorrow I get to ride the El from the north side of Chicago to Oak Park for an evening meeting. It is almost 11 p.m. and it's still more than 83F (28C) degrees out. Tomorrow it's forecast to hit 102F (39C). There's an air quality alert as well. And yet, I have to go to the meeting.
It is not yet the end of June.
I think I'm going to go and take a shower and collapse in bed.
Dept. of Euck
Friday, 14 January 2011 11:55 pmBack pain. Stomach Acid. Ang Lee's "Hulk"*
Gosh, it just doesn't get better than this, does it?
*Actually, as much of a hot mess as the movie is, it's still fascinating.
Gosh, it just doesn't get better than this, does it?
*Actually, as much of a hot mess as the movie is, it's still fascinating.
Dept. of Euck
Friday, 14 January 2011 11:55 pmBack pain. Stomach Acid. Ang Lee's "Hulk"*
Gosh, it just doesn't get better than this, does it?
*Actually, as much of a hot mess as the movie is, it's still fascinating.
Gosh, it just doesn't get better than this, does it?
*Actually, as much of a hot mess as the movie is, it's still fascinating.
Dept. of Mental Cocooning
Thursday, 13 January 2011 11:45 pmDecisions, decisions.
Not ready to make any. I have people I need to email about condo business. I have lj folk that I need to reply to. I have other things that need to be done, and I don't want to do anything at all. I'm feeling the unpleasant onset of isolationist tendencies. I'm working hard on heading them off at the pass. The one good thing about this is that I don't feel like staying up to my usual 3-4 a.m. horribly late bed times. With any luck, it means I can start to work my sleep-wake cycle back to something resembling normal. Ah, silver linings. Silver linings are good.
Not ready to make any. I have people I need to email about condo business. I have lj folk that I need to reply to. I have other things that need to be done, and I don't want to do anything at all. I'm feeling the unpleasant onset of isolationist tendencies. I'm working hard on heading them off at the pass. The one good thing about this is that I don't feel like staying up to my usual 3-4 a.m. horribly late bed times. With any luck, it means I can start to work my sleep-wake cycle back to something resembling normal. Ah, silver linings. Silver linings are good.
Dept. of Mental Cocooning
Thursday, 13 January 2011 11:45 pmDecisions, decisions.
Not ready to make any. I have people I need to email about condo business. I have lj folk that I need to reply to. I have other things that need to be done, and I don't want to do anything at all. I'm feeling the unpleasant onset of isolationist tendencies. I'm working hard on heading them off at the pass. The one good thing about this is that I don't feel like staying up to my usual 3-4 a.m. horribly late bed times. With any luck, it means I can start to work my sleep-wake cycle back to something resembling normal. Ah, silver linings. Silver linings are good.
Not ready to make any. I have people I need to email about condo business. I have lj folk that I need to reply to. I have other things that need to be done, and I don't want to do anything at all. I'm feeling the unpleasant onset of isolationist tendencies. I'm working hard on heading them off at the pass. The one good thing about this is that I don't feel like staying up to my usual 3-4 a.m. horribly late bed times. With any luck, it means I can start to work my sleep-wake cycle back to something resembling normal. Ah, silver linings. Silver linings are good.
Dept. of AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Wednesday, 10 November 2010 11:52 pmWhere's My Damned Muse?
Why is one fucking sentence beating me? And by beating me, I mean pointing, jeering and leaving me sucking my thumb in hopeless frustration?
Why is one fucking sentence beating me? And by beating me, I mean pointing, jeering and leaving me sucking my thumb in hopeless frustration?
Dept. of AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Wednesday, 10 November 2010 11:52 pmWhere's My Damned Muse?
Why is one fucking sentence beating me? And by beating me, I mean pointing, jeering and leaving me sucking my thumb in hopeless frustration?
Why is one fucking sentence beating me? And by beating me, I mean pointing, jeering and leaving me sucking my thumb in hopeless frustration?
Dr. Who: Impolitic views
Saturday, 5 June 2010 04:10 amOh, Fandom, You Are Bloody Full of It
( Yeah, the old broad's pissed. About Who. You've been warned. )
( Yeah, the old broad's pissed. About Who. You've been warned. )
Dept. of FFS
Sunday, 9 May 2010 04:58 pmWai I Liek Betas Editors*
This was prompted by a rant I saw the other day over on fanficrants. (It's here, should you desire to read it.) If you'd rather not do the clicky-linky thing, here's the gist; a young fanfic writer was (rightly) upset by a beta reader who repeatedly missed self-imposed deadlines, and decided, as a result, not to use a beta again.
I am a criminally-slow editor/beta/proofreader myself, and I immediately winced in guilt at the story. I totally agree that slow mooks like me need slapping upside the haid for doing that to writers. Fair enough.
But ... that wasn't the major lesson this young writer seemed to have taken away from the incident. Instead, she said:
By the time I read half-way through the rant, I was pressing my lips together like an angry mother, or an exasperated English teacher, but I said not a thing in the response thread, possibly because so many people agreed with the young person. If I had said something, however, I think it would have been something like this.
( An amateur ... I do not think it means what you think it means. )
*I prefer the term editor, because I'm old-fashioned. "Beta" has to do with code, while "Editor" has to do with words, and you will pardon me if I stick with that.
** Also, I posted this without the benefit of an editor. And I had to go back at least twice to fix things an editor would have caught. See what I mean?
This was prompted by a rant I saw the other day over on fanficrants. (It's here, should you desire to read it.) If you'd rather not do the clicky-linky thing, here's the gist; a young fanfic writer was (rightly) upset by a beta reader who repeatedly missed self-imposed deadlines, and decided, as a result, not to use a beta again.
I am a criminally-slow editor/beta/proofreader myself, and I immediately winced in guilt at the story. I totally agree that slow mooks like me need slapping upside the haid for doing that to writers. Fair enough.
But ... that wasn't the major lesson this young writer seemed to have taken away from the incident. Instead, she said:
- that she no longer wanted to use a beta-reader, because she wanted to enjoy the immediate emotional gratification of posting the story;
- that having to wait for editing/proof-reading services took too long;
- and that writing as an amateur required fewer quality guidelines than writing as a professional.
By the time I read half-way through the rant, I was pressing my lips together like an angry mother, or an exasperated English teacher, but I said not a thing in the response thread, possibly because so many people agreed with the young person. If I had said something, however, I think it would have been something like this.
( An amateur ... I do not think it means what you think it means. )
*I prefer the term editor, because I'm old-fashioned. "Beta" has to do with code, while "Editor" has to do with words, and you will pardon me if I stick with that.
** Also, I posted this without the benefit of an editor. And I had to go back at least twice to fix things an editor would have caught. See what I mean?
Dr. Who: Impolitic views
Thursday, 4 March 2010 01:38 amI Should Never Put Up Polls, But I did
I asked, and my legions of fans (for various powers of single-digit legions) answered. Tell us your impolitic views on Doctor Who, kaffyr, they demanded. And so I shall, at least some of them. Under a cut, of course. Feel free to tell me I'm an idiot, or a genius, or gaze at me blankly, or skip on to the next person on your f'list, or roll your eyes, or tell me you think I might want to take a few deep breaths and calm the fuck down.
(Brief detour into serious territory here. I have many good acquaintances and friends who hold some or all of the views that make me froth at the mouth below. They have every right to hold those views. Anything I might say below does not for one minute suggest otherwise. What's more, they have every reason and right to think I'm an idiot when it comes to my views. We're all part of Who fandom, and I'll defend to the death their right to hold their views, and to sound off just as loudly about them. I'm just inveighing, and venting, and exercising my rights as a grumpy old broad.)( It's under here. Be warned. )
And with that, I'm going to stop. Impolitic, and purely my own pompous, self-important own. There. That's done and dusted. On to Caprica!
I asked, and my legions of fans (for various powers of single-digit legions) answered. Tell us your impolitic views on Doctor Who, kaffyr, they demanded. And so I shall, at least some of them. Under a cut, of course. Feel free to tell me I'm an idiot, or a genius, or gaze at me blankly, or skip on to the next person on your f'list, or roll your eyes, or tell me you think I might want to take a few deep breaths and calm the fuck down.
(Brief detour into serious territory here. I have many good acquaintances and friends who hold some or all of the views that make me froth at the mouth below. They have every right to hold those views. Anything I might say below does not for one minute suggest otherwise. What's more, they have every reason and right to think I'm an idiot when it comes to my views. We're all part of Who fandom, and I'll defend to the death their right to hold their views, and to sound off just as loudly about them. I'm just inveighing, and venting, and exercising my rights as a grumpy old broad.)( It's under here. Be warned. )
And with that, I'm going to stop. Impolitic, and purely my own pompous, self-important own. There. That's done and dusted. On to Caprica!
Dr. Who: Impolitic views
Thursday, 4 March 2010 01:38 amI Should Never Put Up Polls, But I did
I asked, and my legions of fans (for various powers of single-digit legions) answered. Tell us your impolitic views on Doctor Who, kaffyr, they demanded. And so I shall, at least some of them. Under a cut, of course. Feel free to tell me I'm an idiot, or a genius, or gaze at me blankly, or skip on to the next person on your f'list, or roll your eyes, or tell me you think I might want to take a few deep breaths and calm the fuck down.
(Brief detour into serious territory here. I have many good acquaintances and friends who hold some or all of the views that make me froth at the mouth below. They have every right to hold those views. Anything I might say below does not for one minute suggest otherwise. What's more, they have every reason and right to think I'm an idiot when it comes to my views. We're all part of Who fandom, and I'll defend to the death their right to hold their views, and to sound off just as loudly about them. I'm just inveighing, and venting, and exercising my rights as a grumpy old broad.)( It's under here. Be warned. )
And with that, I'm going to stop. Impolitic, and purely my own pompous, self-important own. There. That's done and dusted. On to Caprica!
I asked, and my legions of fans (for various powers of single-digit legions) answered. Tell us your impolitic views on Doctor Who, kaffyr, they demanded. And so I shall, at least some of them. Under a cut, of course. Feel free to tell me I'm an idiot, or a genius, or gaze at me blankly, or skip on to the next person on your f'list, or roll your eyes, or tell me you think I might want to take a few deep breaths and calm the fuck down.
(Brief detour into serious territory here. I have many good acquaintances and friends who hold some or all of the views that make me froth at the mouth below. They have every right to hold those views. Anything I might say below does not for one minute suggest otherwise. What's more, they have every reason and right to think I'm an idiot when it comes to my views. We're all part of Who fandom, and I'll defend to the death their right to hold their views, and to sound off just as loudly about them. I'm just inveighing, and venting, and exercising my rights as a grumpy old broad.)( It's under here. Be warned. )
And with that, I'm going to stop. Impolitic, and purely my own pompous, self-important own. There. That's done and dusted. On to Caprica!
