Stuck in a Holding Pattern
So sometimes life sucks.
I'm loving the hell out of all our meta conversations on SPN and am having a blast discussing this stuff with everyone, but RL is a bitch on occasion, and she's been a real Paris Hilton all weekend. I intended to get that meta I keep promising to write in response
tsuki_o_bara 's comment on the whole character motivation thing, and I've actualy written a large chunk of it, but then HBO decided to be a bunch of fucknuts and I've gotten pulled to other lands for a bit.
Because I'm really pissed at the HBO asses for being unethical bastards (not to mention, idiots), and because I'm still a little torqued about that whole wanking thing (If you don't know about it, don't fret, you missed nothing) and I feel like being a little bitchy today, I thought I'd go ahead and post something that I figure the time might be ripe to post.
Didn't care to put it up earlier because my LJ isn't the place for a bunch of fucknuts looking to poison fandom's otherwise "live and let live" mantra with their personal vendetta mindsets to be hanging out, but since those lovely ding dongs seem to have finally moved the fuck along to some other subject on which they can spend their precious days wanking to their wanker's content, being endlessly, masterabatorially innane; I'll put up now, for the people who are here talking about Supernatural and being fans and having fun -- which is the whole fuckin point of fandom anyway -- an example of why me and mine were having such a good time laughing our collective asses off at all the deeply offended art students and photo manipulators who worked themselves up into such a tizzy over nothing but their own inflated egos.
Not that mine's not inflated, mind you, cause, like, totally it is, but at least I realize it. ;-)
So as an offering of eyecandy for all those caught in a holding pattern while I try and deal with the collateral damage inflicted by fucknuts who think profane lyricism should be sacrificed to bottom line concerns that have less to do with profitability than with one individual's fucked up choice to put his piggy bank on the wrong fuckin horse, which many of us knew would be a fader in the long run before it ever left the gate, and now needs to cover his financial ass by reniging on a verbal agreement made not only to fans, but also to writers and actors and the rest of the fuckin world who works hard for a living and harder for art in a dog-eat-dog, soul-eating biz, I'm posting this. I know it isn't Jen, but fuck it, I haven't had a moment's breath for the last several weeks to actually draw Jen, so y'all are going to have to make do with a promise of "eventually" on that particular subject.
So here 'tis. I'll catch y'all soon with that meta and responses to comment as-of-yet unresponded to cause some fucknuttery is beyond fixing, and I think this particular fucknuttery falls into that category, despite the fact that if any show ever deserved the intervention of the Divine on its behalf, Deadwood certainly fuckin does. Have a little faith ... yeah, my faith is in rocksalt and matches. I have a few individuals in mind for such treatment, but I suspect they lack a soul to be destroyed.
ANYWAYS, here t'is. My preference would be that y'all don't leave the wankers to their wanking and we'll just all sit here and share a good giggle at they're expense, eh?
Knowing When Not to Duck