and Tom Hardy is knowledgeable about high heels
A feature of shit I write - especially fanfic - is that I'm often either writing to see whether I can do something, or to convince myself of something (to see if I can convince myself of it, in fact). This has in the past led to writing about Gwen Cooper because I wanted to see if I could make myself like her, and in ASAH led to Ferdinand existing as a more central character because I wanted to see if I could write a heroic character who does some self-sacrificing things and is considered Likeable by others without boring myself to death.
I'm not posting owt on Tumblr (which has distinguished itself as the new stronghold of unthinking fandom irritants) about my general sense of boredom with heroes who are good and brave and warm and basically not just assholes doing some good because they feel guilty or coerced or have just enough humanity to do what is needed, because people on Tumblr do not in general seem to have acquired the requisite discernment to understand that "I find a thing that you like boring" does not mean "I hate you" or "I think your entire life is invalid". It is very tiring to have to headbutt people in the tribal instincts all the time and leads to me roaring about how I don't want to play with anyone because everyone insists on having fucking labels all the time and then they care more about their labels than about their SELVES and otbhu siusgvadcgag hate parade hate parade.
Links
Performative Blogging, interesting shit at Tiger Beatdown.
I really can't read the whole of this. I think because it showed up in conjunction with all the Workfare BULLSHIT and not long after hearing about how badly the DLA/ESA stuff going away is going to ruin people's lives, but it's becoming harder and harder to rationalise this stuff as misguided and not slip into thinking that people in positions of power are honestly angling for people with disabilities to exterminate themselves. It is very, very depressing and not a little sinister. If anyone has a better explanation as to what precisely bullying and frightening vulnerable and ill people is supposed to achieve I'd fucking love to hear it. I wouldn't.
O I am tired out and I've done virtually nothing. I'm tired because I haven't bloody eaten and my body is trying to rid itself of all the pesky blood in it and everything is EMOTIONS and NOISE. I just had to quit a promising conversation with shoiryu on Twitter because the content of it was making me nauseous. The appeal of living in a hermitage and just books and never speaking even to the people I like has been rather baldly illustrated. Headache.
Petition regarding the cuts in benefits for people with disabilities, if you're in the UK/eligible to vote in the UK please consider signing it THANK YOU
Blog Posts
Bric a Brac and Indolence: 4 Extremes.
Finally, to cheer myself up: Me & taikonaut are going to the Globe in October to see Stephen Fry as Malvolio in Twelfth Night (one day I will actually end up having seen every single Shakespeare play* at the Globe), and Miranda is considering a collaboration which is LOVELY.
So far: As You Like It, A Comedy of Errors, Macbeth, Titus Andronicus, King Lear, Much Ado About Nothing. Definitely want to see a Merchant of Venice production there. First play I saw at the Globe which was in about 1998 I think contained my drama teacher as he'd just joined their company.
I'm not posting owt on Tumblr (which has distinguished itself as the new stronghold of unthinking fandom irritants) about my general sense of boredom with heroes who are good and brave and warm and basically not just assholes doing some good because they feel guilty or coerced or have just enough humanity to do what is needed, because people on Tumblr do not in general seem to have acquired the requisite discernment to understand that "I find a thing that you like boring" does not mean "I hate you" or "I think your entire life is invalid". It is very tiring to have to headbutt people in the tribal instincts all the time and leads to me roaring about how I don't want to play with anyone because everyone insists on having fucking labels all the time and then they care more about their labels than about their SELVES and otbhu siusgvadcgag hate parade hate parade.
Links
Performative Blogging, interesting shit at Tiger Beatdown.
I really can't read the whole of this. I think because it showed up in conjunction with all the Workfare BULLSHIT and not long after hearing about how badly the DLA/ESA stuff going away is going to ruin people's lives, but it's becoming harder and harder to rationalise this stuff as misguided and not slip into thinking that people in positions of power are honestly angling for people with disabilities to exterminate themselves. It is very, very depressing and not a little sinister. If anyone has a better explanation as to what precisely bullying and frightening vulnerable and ill people is supposed to achieve I'd fucking love to hear it. I wouldn't.
O I am tired out and I've done virtually nothing. I'm tired because I haven't bloody eaten and my body is trying to rid itself of all the pesky blood in it and everything is EMOTIONS and NOISE. I just had to quit a promising conversation with shoiryu on Twitter because the content of it was making me nauseous. The appeal of living in a hermitage and just books and never speaking even to the people I like has been rather baldly illustrated. Headache.
Petition regarding the cuts in benefits for people with disabilities, if you're in the UK/eligible to vote in the UK please consider signing it THANK YOU
Blog Posts
Bric a Brac and Indolence: 4 Extremes.
Finally, to cheer myself up: Me & taikonaut are going to the Globe in October to see Stephen Fry as Malvolio in Twelfth Night (one day I will actually end up having seen every single Shakespeare play* at the Globe), and Miranda is considering a collaboration which is LOVELY.
So far: As You Like It, A Comedy of Errors, Macbeth, Titus Andronicus, King Lear, Much Ado About Nothing. Definitely want to see a Merchant of Venice production there. First play I saw at the Globe which was in about 1998 I think contained my drama teacher as he'd just joined their company.