see you heaven if you make the list
You know, I feel for Pats fans (though the hilarity of the sports guy on Newsradio-88 comparing them to the Yankees [i.e., so dominant everyone who doesn't love them hates them, which just so isn't so the way it is for the Yankees] will never EVER get old), but um, I just don't get the Peyton hate. I mean, sure he's overhyped, but it's the NFL. EVERYONE is overhyped. I can take him or leave him, personally (I kind of love his commercials, though - especially the ESPN one with him and Eli being all stupid and brotherly), but wow, he engenders a lot of hate in people, and I just don't get it. I mean, he's no TO, you know? There's a guy who earns every ounce of scorn and then some. I might even kinda be rooting for him (um, Peyton, not TO, in case that wasn't clear), except then I remember the Colts are carpetbaggers who snuck out of Charm City under cover of night, and I can't bring myself to do it.
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I feel terribly behind in my fannish obligations - I have a boatload of comments to answer and a raftload of recs to make, but right now anything that isn't work or writing (or spamming my LJ in avoidance of same) is kind of being shunted to the side. I hope to get my head into remix space this week so signups can open next Monday, and then to get both yuletide recs (with authors' names attached) and non-yuletide January recs up on unfitforsociety sometime soon, i.e., before the end of January- I still have like 800 yuletide stories to read. I just. I was in that place where even reading other people's good writing was making me hate myself, so I have tried to stop. I feel kind of better now, I've got four or five stories on the go aside from the girl!Sam AU, which is still eating the biggest part of my brain (still hovering at 30,500 words with the major climactic scenes and the ending to be written), at least one of which I hope will be finished sometime before Thursday.
I just, I dunno, I feel like a waste of space if I'm not posting fic or recs or meta, and I feel like I haven't been lately, though in looking over the calendar I totally *have*. I guess I'm just very much feeling like fandom is always "what have you done for me lately," and given how much fandom does for me, I feel like I should always be giving something back. Which comes perilously close to that weird "my fic is a gift" mentality which I totally don't get or espouse, so I totally don't mean it that way.
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I meant to link to this last night when talking about Rome, and forgot, but vaznetti explains how John Winchester is a Roman, especially in terms of patriapotestas and pietas. The part that sums him up best, to me, is this: it's not a gentle kind of love. It's more about what you need than what you want, and if it takes your life, well, it takes your life. There's you, and there's what's necessary, and there's what you have to sacrifice: the thing is that the Romans see that as love. And so, I think, does John.
Um, I might have a thing about characters driven by necessity. (Ananke has been on my list of story titles to be used someday forever, and it's been the working title of more than one of my stories, but never seemed to fit in the end. Sigh.)
Now I am hoping vaznetti does the post about how Sam and Dean are more like Greek heroes, and how that explains some of the philosophical (and archetypal) head-butting between Sam and John (which can, of course, also be explained by how similar their personalities are, but...).
I am still trying to work out a way to recast The Iliad with Sam and Dean, but the tragic ending of nearly every character they'd suit has sort of stopped me. Well, that and how they sort of keep swapping roles. (I do have a House of Atreus-type AU I really want to write, but that will require a lot more thought than I'm capable of giving it right now, but I have a title and concept I'm in love with, so it's possible it might eventually get written. These are the days I do regret not switching my major to Classics when I was in college, but that would have been even less useful than my English degree has been, I fear, and god knows, I sucked at Italian, so I can't imagine I'd have been any better at Latin and Greek.)
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Anyway, work has been busy - I started this post about an hour ago, and have been adding to it piecemeal, which I wish could explain the jumpiness of it, but that's just my brain - but I imagine as we settle into the new space, things will start to get back to normal. I'm more out in the open now, but luckily, no one can really sneak up behind me anymore. Otoh, I can no longer use my antiquated floppy disk method of carrying story files back and forth, so I may actually have to start writing in writely Google docs, which I've only mostly been using for backup and sharing.
One of the guys I work with compared this moving thing to having a whole new job - new space = refreshing - but with the familiarity of everyone and everything you already know, and he's not wrong. I think I will like this new space, once I'm used to it, and it's already much warmer than it was upstairs.
Talk about feeling old, though - there have been a couple jokes about the chick in the next cube not having a door and I was like, "Oh, like Les Nessman!" and she didn't know who that was. Sigh.
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I was going to write a whole thing about tagging and del.icio.us, but this post is long enough.
Let's end with a meme. I don't remember where I saw it, though I saw it a lot on Friday and Saturday, which were like Days of Meme, and I don't remember the actual wording and can't find it, so let's just make shit up and hope it works.
Comment and tell me which of my icons most makes you think of me, and why, or alternately, which of *your* icons makes you think of me, and why. And/or, tell me which of my icons most reminds you of you, and also use your icon which most reminds you of you.
Did that even make sense? Ah well, we'll see. I've been rambling long enough.
*hits post*
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I feel terribly behind in my fannish obligations - I have a boatload of comments to answer and a raftload of recs to make, but right now anything that isn't work or writing (or spamming my LJ in avoidance of same) is kind of being shunted to the side. I hope to get my head into remix space this week so signups can open next Monday, and then to get both yuletide recs (with authors' names attached) and non-yuletide January recs up on unfitforsociety sometime soon, i.e., before the end of January- I still have like 800 yuletide stories to read. I just. I was in that place where even reading other people's good writing was making me hate myself, so I have tried to stop. I feel kind of better now, I've got four or five stories on the go aside from the girl!Sam AU, which is still eating the biggest part of my brain (still hovering at 30,500 words with the major climactic scenes and the ending to be written), at least one of which I hope will be finished sometime before Thursday.
I just, I dunno, I feel like a waste of space if I'm not posting fic or recs or meta, and I feel like I haven't been lately, though in looking over the calendar I totally *have*. I guess I'm just very much feeling like fandom is always "what have you done for me lately," and given how much fandom does for me, I feel like I should always be giving something back. Which comes perilously close to that weird "my fic is a gift" mentality which I totally don't get or espouse, so I totally don't mean it that way.
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I meant to link to this last night when talking about Rome, and forgot, but vaznetti explains how John Winchester is a Roman, especially in terms of patriapotestas and pietas. The part that sums him up best, to me, is this: it's not a gentle kind of love. It's more about what you need than what you want, and if it takes your life, well, it takes your life. There's you, and there's what's necessary, and there's what you have to sacrifice: the thing is that the Romans see that as love. And so, I think, does John.
Um, I might have a thing about characters driven by necessity. (Ananke has been on my list of story titles to be used someday forever, and it's been the working title of more than one of my stories, but never seemed to fit in the end. Sigh.)
Now I am hoping vaznetti does the post about how Sam and Dean are more like Greek heroes, and how that explains some of the philosophical (and archetypal) head-butting between Sam and John (which can, of course, also be explained by how similar their personalities are, but...).
I am still trying to work out a way to recast The Iliad with Sam and Dean, but the tragic ending of nearly every character they'd suit has sort of stopped me. Well, that and how they sort of keep swapping roles. (I do have a House of Atreus-type AU I really want to write, but that will require a lot more thought than I'm capable of giving it right now, but I have a title and concept I'm in love with, so it's possible it might eventually get written. These are the days I do regret not switching my major to Classics when I was in college, but that would have been even less useful than my English degree has been, I fear, and god knows, I sucked at Italian, so I can't imagine I'd have been any better at Latin and Greek.)
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Anyway, work has been busy - I started this post about an hour ago, and have been adding to it piecemeal, which I wish could explain the jumpiness of it, but that's just my brain - but I imagine as we settle into the new space, things will start to get back to normal. I'm more out in the open now, but luckily, no one can really sneak up behind me anymore. Otoh, I can no longer use my antiquated floppy disk method of carrying story files back and forth, so I may actually have to start writing in writely Google docs, which I've only mostly been using for backup and sharing.
One of the guys I work with compared this moving thing to having a whole new job - new space = refreshing - but with the familiarity of everyone and everything you already know, and he's not wrong. I think I will like this new space, once I'm used to it, and it's already much warmer than it was upstairs.
Talk about feeling old, though - there have been a couple jokes about the chick in the next cube not having a door and I was like, "Oh, like Les Nessman!" and she didn't know who that was. Sigh.
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I was going to write a whole thing about tagging and del.icio.us, but this post is long enough.
Let's end with a meme. I don't remember where I saw it, though I saw it a lot on Friday and Saturday, which were like Days of Meme, and I don't remember the actual wording and can't find it, so let's just make shit up and hope it works.
Comment and tell me which of my icons most makes you think of me, and why, or alternately, which of *your* icons makes you think of me, and why. And/or, tell me which of my icons most reminds you of you, and also use your icon which most reminds you of you.
Did that even make sense? Ah well, we'll see. I've been rambling long enough.
*hits post*
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