-Rape is rape is rape. Stealing your fanfic is not rape. Please keep those two straight in your head. (Also, if you are a professional writer who does not know the difference, please never ever write about rape until you've bought a dictionary.) -Writing fanfic is not like stealing a painting (or a car). If I steal your car, you no longer have a car. If I write fanfic about your book, your book still exists, and is still the definitive story about the world and characters you created. (If you do not know the difference between abstract things like ideas and concrete things like cars, you should probably not be writing anything either.) -Reinterpretation is not reproduction. While you're looking up rape in the dictionary, please also look up plagiarism. -No, fanfiction is not just training wheels for big girl writing. If I wanted to write original fic, I would. Many fanfic writers do, and yet still continue to write fanfic. -No, fucking seriously, many people do not want the high exalted position of Published Author. Seriously. I know it's hard to believe, Published Author, but it's true. And given the amount of absolute dreck that makes it into publishing houses, past editors, and into a printed book, the fact that you are a Published Author does not make your writing Great Art and mine worthless dreck. Mine isn't any great shakes, but there are plenty of fanfic writers whose fanfic I would pay to read (not that I would, because again--this shit is done for love, not money, so put down that Dummy's Guide to Copyright Infringement and pay attention), and plenty of Published Authors' books that I would pay money to get out of my house. (I have James Patterson's Maximum Ride in my room right now, and I'm genuinely afraid that it's going to corrupt my other books.) -And can I add to that, since I didn't get into it in the original meta, the fuck do you care what my hobbies are? The whole condescending "one day you will grow up and leave these childish things behind you, tiny girl-thing" tone and the constant concern trolling about how fanfic writers are wasting their time on uncreative, unoriginal stuff when they could be doing something worthwhile is annoying as fuck. Is gardening pointless unless you produce award-winning flowers? Is knitting pointless unless you're selling your wares? Is basketball pointless because hey, you're not down there on that court yourself? Is everything you do for the pursuit of money or professional accolades and not, you know, enjoyment and community? If not, then shut the fuck up. You don't have to like all of my hobbies, but if you want to suggest that they're dumb then you should post a list of your own so I can hold them up to my own personal standard of whether they're worth your time or not.
So basically, people who have just discovered fanfiction, we have had this discussion before. Many many many many times before. The arguments you're making? Somebody has already made them, and somebody else has already debated them. And if you took a few damn minutes to use this thing we're all using called "the internet" (look it up in your dictionary; I'll wait) you would know that. Again--I don't know anything about basketball, and because of that, I'm not going to watch one game and then go off on a bunch of basketball fans about how the rules are stupid and the uniforms make the players' legs look funny and really, aren't all sports just the same? Couldn't they try to be more original, maybe by dancing in funny hats while they play? My Professional Funny Hat Dancing association is where it's really at, dude. I make some mad sweet cash at that, so you know it's worthwhile.
What was the #1 song the day you were born? Google the date and #1 song and then post your #1 song on your LJ - preferably with a Youtube vid if you can find one!
This explains so much about me.
Also, according to my Google adventures "Do They Know It's Christmas?" (also featuring one George Michael!) was recorded on my birthday. God, do I hate that song.
Boy George arrived at 6 pm and went straight into the recording booth to deliver his lines. Boy George was rather vocal in his dislike of fellow singer George Michael, some of which is caught on video during the filming of the Band Aid collaboration. While recording harmonies, Boy George openly confused Michael's recorded vocals with the voice of "Alf" (British singer-songwriter Alison Moyet, who did not participate in the charity single). When the engineer correctly identified the voice as that of Michael, Boy George replied, "God, he sounded camp. But then he is."
I'm watching the Flowers in the Attic movie as part of my VC Andrews renaissance, and dude, I totally didn't remember how they made Chris so much more active and aggressive and Cathy so much more passive. The gender politics of the novels are sometimes kind of shitty, too, but at least Cathy got to do shit besides stare wide-eyed at her brother while he got pissed off about stuff. >:(
In other news, my sojourns through YA blogs led to a sudden craving for VC Andrews, and somehow I actually got rid of all of them. All of them! I thought I'd at least kept the books she'd actually authored (the Dollenganger series, My Sweet Audrina, and the Heaven books) but apparently I didn't, so I spent my Barnes and Noble gift card on the first four books in the Dollenganger series. I still had some money left on it, so I also ordered Nabakov's Ada, or Ardor because I love Nabakov and I've heard good things about it, and only afterwards did I realize that I'd just ordered a box of incest. Oh, self. /o\
So, yeah, I think that's it for now. This episode was really busy and very obviously an "oh shit we're canceled, gotta wrap this up quick" episode, but I really, really didn't care because almost everything that happened was awesome, or at least interesting or surprising or, as you can see from the first sentence, WTF-inducing. Can't wait for next week!
Antibiotics are a beautiful, wonderful thing. I no longer feel like I'm swallowing gravel (just, I don't know, uncooked rice or something) and praying for my eardrum to just fucking rupture already! \o/ Still all stuffed up and weak and weird, but better than I've felt since last Friday. Best $122 I've ever spent.
In other uninsured news, Blue Shield is deferring a decision to cover me until I have another blood test and can show that my cholesterol is at a normal level. That'll be a fun, expensive outing. :/
In other, better news, Christmas is tomorrow! I still have a crapload of stuff to wrap and ribbons to put on everything I haven't already wrapped, but thankfully all of my shopping is done for the people I'm actually going to see over the next few days. (Also, thankfully in deference to my low energy level my dad actually wrapped all the stuff he bought for my mom this year--usually he waits until Christmas Eve and then wraps one or two tiny things pitifully, and I end up doing the rest.) I was originally planning on making a blackberry cobbler to bring to Christmas morning breakfast at my grandparents, but we'll see how much energy I have after wrapping.
The day after Christmas me, my parents, and my nephew Chris are making the nine-hour trip to see my sister. I'm filled with equal parts "yay!" and "oh god no, just let me die at home," but hopefully the antibiotics will be doing their work and I'll actually be able to listen to music and sit up for longer than an hour by then.
Sorry for all the "blah blah blah I'm sick and feel like crap" crap, but it's kind of heavy on my mind right now. In case I don't get back on before, Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates, and Happy New Year! <3
I'm really in love with the soundtrack to a movie that I also love, Zerophilia, so I just downloaded Realities, an album by Edie, who contributed most of the songs to the soundtrack. Unfortunately my ears are all plugged up so everything sounds weird and too loud to me, especially on my laptop. Sadness. :(
Bad news: I have some sort of horrible undetermined sickness in my throat and ears and I feel awful and tired all the time.
Good news: I feel better than I did on Saturday. Holy shit, was that awful. (And for those who will recommend it, if start feeling worse again instead of continuing to feel better, yes, I will go to the doctor, but I don't have insurance right now so I'm hoping whatever this is will heal up on its own rather than requiring several hundred dollars worth of very basic care and antibiotics, or me using up free and cheap resources more needed by poorer people than me.)
Better news: My boss let me know a few minutes ago that I don't have to come in til the 4th if I'm not better til then because technically we're not open, which is so much yay. I was originally planning to go in for a few hours today but woke up feeling pretty awful, and the prospect of going in over the next few days wasn't looking much better. Now I can concentrate on getting better instead of thinking "shit shit shit! I really need to get in to work!" all the time. Which is good, because what I really need to get better for is the 9-hour trip up to my sister's house we're planning on taking the day after Christmas. Hotel room is already paid for, so I will feel like such an asshole if I can't at least sit in a car and not infect people by then.
I'm probably way late in saying this, but thanks to girlneedsagun and wovenindelibly for the snowflake cookies on my profile! I will nom them in my heart every time I'm on LJ. <3333
In other news, a week after I started reading it I'm onto the final book in The Dark Tower! \o/ This last one and the two before it were written after King's car accident, and oh, it shows, and it hurts my heart. ( spoilerCollapse ) Right now I'm both reading as fast as I can and dreading the end, because I've loved revisiting it so much. (Although it might be time for a re-read of The Stand or The Talisman after this, if I don't get distracted by something else.)
And now I need to troll Amazon and see what I can find for my relatives. Dammit, why didn't I ever learn to sew like my little sister did? :(
Stuff I've been doing instead of being on the internet for the past few days:
*Re-reading The Dark Tower series for the first time! I've been devouring roughly a book a day, and now I'm on book four. It's really interesting re-reading them with the conclusion of the series still pretty fresh in my memory, and also rediscovering stuff about the series that I loved but had totally forgotten. And anticipating stuff that I still remember! I spent most of the beginning of book three waiting for Oy to show up, for example, and then yelped excitedly when he did. I love Oy.
*Re-watching Wonderfalls, which is basically the same process. This show delights me so much--why oh why does Fox acquire such awesome shows only to kill them in their infancy? :( Maybe it's for the best, though, given the way some awesome shows either crash and burn their sophomore season or just slowly decay into irrelevancy (I'm looking at you, Dexter). Also, I really miss the era where flawed angry girls who don't know what the fuck they're doing could be protagonists of TV shows.
I also watched the Alice miniseries, but I tried writing about it and it threatened to turn into a rant. :/ Short version: despite some interesting elements, both visually and in terms of ideas, ultimately it had messy mythology (she follows the white rabbit...through the looking glass? Wait, those are two different books and worlds!) and the most irritatingly bland heroine ever (wrongly) called Alice. Seriously, SyFy network with a ridiculous name that's all about undermining your own foundations, if the main character of your "in Wonderland" story has no Alice-like characteristics, don't name her Alice. I'll probably enjoy watching Mostly Passive Man-Obsessed Snarky Modern Girl Heroine Who (Literally) Kicks Ass (But Figuratively Doesn't) about as much as I enjoyed watching Alice, but at least it won't make me (as) irritated. Frankly there was really no need for an Alice character in this story--the revolution of Wonderland was a good enough story by itself, certainly stronger than Alice's "I have to find my boyfriend/daddy!" story, and Hatter was already basically made into the main character with Alice mostly the observer except at crucial moments. Basically I am vaguely annoyed with this miniseries right now, and I will forget it entirely within a week. Good job, ridiculous network. (Yes, this is really the short version. Aren't you glad I spared you?)
So unfortunately I haven't kept up with my flist for the past week or so. Tell me something awesome that I missed from your lj in that time, flisters! I miss you guys when I'm not here. :(
So, yesterday I got my period and the cramps were, like, ten times worse than usual, because actually I was having stomach cramps on top of my period cramps. Cue puking through the night. Seriously, worst time ever for it--I was so fucking tired and all I wanted to do was sleep, so I went to bed at 6, woke up at 9 and ran to the bathroom, and then woke up again at 1:30 to throw up mostly water. Then I woke up early this morning feeling absolutely awful, called in to work to let them know I wouldn't be in, felt like I would never sleep again because my entire body was in a distracting amount of pain--and then slept until 4 pm.
Now I'm feeling better, just sore and achey and fucking tired and weak. I didn't eat for about 24 hours and barely drank anything, which didn't help, but at the moment I'm kind of scared of food so I just had a cup of soup and have been sipping water. Hopefully I'll be good to go in to work tomorrow, because as it is I missed a day last week when my thyroid pill was hitting me really bad. Body, why so broken?
Oh, and I also had a dentist appointment this morning that, of course, had to be canceled, so my temporary crowns are going to have to last me until whenever I can make another appointment. D:
Chris inexplicably enjoyed it, though, so I guess if you have a credulous teenager or grandma who likes those "true tales of alien abductions" reenactment shows, you can recommend it to them. And now my nephew has gone home and I am sad. :(
Hey there, LJ! Long time, no post! This is mostly because the last time I was tempted to post it would have been a several-page-long rant that would mostly have been "IF A GAY MAN WHO YOU ARE FANNISH ABOUT POSES WITH A NAKED LADY, UM, YES, IT IS STILL FUCKING MISOGYNISTIC (and if you really think it's not misogynistic because your fantasy actually is to be an unengaged sexual prop to a disinterested man, I kind of feel bad for you, AND YET ALSO STILL ANGRY)", and for the sake of my blood pressure I decided to keep that to myself.
Let's see, what do I have going on? I'm for some reason going through a sort of Rocky Horror renaissance--I spent last weekend watching RHPS and Shock Treatment (which, if you didn't know, is "not a prequel, not a sequel, but an equal" to Rocky itself--basically it's like an AU story about an older Brad and Janet having a different adventure, and it is awesome), downloading the only two podcasts for Rocky that exist, uploading the soundtracks so I can listen to them over and over again during work, and watching a bunch of clips of various casts on youtube. (Observation about official productions of the Rocky Horror Show--Riff-Raff is almost always cast as someone with a horrible, grating voice. Why would anyone do that to the Time Warp? D:) My nostalgic longing for the theater experience and subsequent whining to Telis about it, though, resulted in me possibly having plans to do Rocky for my birthday! Maybe I'll get my theater totals up to ten before I'm thirty, even. :D
In other news, apparently my thyroid is lazy and doesn't like doing stuff, which might explain why I'm so fucking tired all the time. (Other symptoms I have that may or may not be a result of my hypothyroidism: weakness, cold intolerance, depression, irritability. The cold thing especially makes a fuck of a lot of sense since I usually wear a hoody in my office even without the air conditioning on.) Now I have pills to take every day! Or, you know, for as long as I have insurance. We'll see what happens on that score.
And that's about it for now, I think--it was a long workday and I still have to shower, load up my ipod, pack lunch for tomorrow, and then sleeeep.
Also: Nightmare on Elm Street: The Freddy Game. There are better pictures of it here, and I'll be honest--I mostly want it because the game board is super cool and I'd love to stick some of my action figures in the boiler room, even though most of them are way too big.
-No jury service this week \o/ -I have to call back next Monday to see if I go in Tuesday, which is the day of my dentist appointment. /o\ -I'm definitely sick, though I still don't know if it was something I ate or some sort of stomach flu. :( -I'm feeling okay enough to go in tomorrow though, I think. Thank god I have a desk job, so I can just curl up in my chair with a blanket and do stuff on my computer, which is pretty much the same thing I'd be doing at home anyway. :/