Bad fan redux!
When away from LJ for a long time, I never know what to say. I think stuff. Weird stuff. Too much stuff in my brain to type out. I'd never get anything done!
Speaking of never getting anything done....
Was listening to an interview with this Dean Koontz fellow. I've never read any of his books, though Aria's been telling me I should read one in particular. Anyway! Dean tells us that he never goes online, he never looks at his fan forum (where they apparently discuss his hair in great detail) because, as he puts it: "I know I have an obsessive personality so if I started, if I let that into my head, I'd never write again."
HMMM. Does this describe my relationship with the political blogs? THREE BIG GUESSES.
Curse this damn internet. Actually, never mind. The internet is great. The internet delivers lots and lots of images and words and ideas and music and streaming radio to me- every day! Do I care whether Obama or Clinton wins tonight? ....
Actually, I haven't decided if I care or not. I hear that Clinton is Bush-lite. I hear that Obama threw the LGBT people under the bus. I hear that they threw sexist and racist shit at one another. I hear that the media is beating Clinton up for the sin of being ambitious while having a vagina. I hear that they're identical on policy issues. I hear that Clinton ran a really dumb GOP style FEAR! FEAR! TERRORISTS! YOUR KIDS! ad and it was ultrastupid. I hear that they're both just puppets and a bunch of guys in a back room run everything anyway. I can't vote anyway since I am Canadian. I GUESS I DON'T CARE.
Uh, since this is turning into rant time with Indicia, I should note that over the past few days, I have seen chickadees! Up close! Sort of- they bugger off really quick if you don't move veeeerrrry sloowly. They are very very small. About the size of your thumb. They puff themselves up to look more important. Anyway- had to get the bird stuff out of the way. Because now I am going to address fandom!
I am a very lazy fan. An uncommitted fan. Something like that. I watch all the fan shit. I like it! I will continue to watch all the fan shit. But I never wrote fanfic before- ever. There's something deeply odd about never doing the fanfic UNTIL you were a working creative professional... creature. All in all, the experience with fanfic has been okay. I don't seem to love it enough to keep doing it. I did it in the first place as a painkiller- distract me until the codeine starts working! PLZ. Now I no longer need distraction. My painkiller was chosen for it's ability to not require me to turn on my brain. It's boring me senseless now, but I SHALL FINISH THE GODDAMN FIC. Out of respect to the 200 people on the alert list. That would fill up a small lecture hall, after all. And having done that, I AM NEVER DOING THE FANFIC THING AGAIN. Not for any wanky reason like 'omg people said bad stuff about it and hurt my feelings.' Nah. I got hate mail and actual death threats (seriously) from various... highly strung members of uh, 'rival pairing fandoms', I guess. That was okay. I was fucking high on codeine anyway so I just laughed my ass off. I enjoyed writing the fic just fine. I just don't love fanfic enough to keep doing it, I guess. It's sure not that I lack the obsessive personality, trust me.
Uh... I just found out that the two prepress assignments I had no time to work on while sick with flu are NOT due tomorrow. They are due, instead, NEXT Wednesday.
:D
I need to read more books. Less political fapping. MOAR BOOKS.
Speaking of never getting anything done....
Was listening to an interview with this Dean Koontz fellow. I've never read any of his books, though Aria's been telling me I should read one in particular. Anyway! Dean tells us that he never goes online, he never looks at his fan forum (where they apparently discuss his hair in great detail) because, as he puts it: "I know I have an obsessive personality so if I started, if I let that into my head, I'd never write again."
HMMM. Does this describe my relationship with the political blogs? THREE BIG GUESSES.
Curse this damn internet. Actually, never mind. The internet is great. The internet delivers lots and lots of images and words and ideas and music and streaming radio to me- every day! Do I care whether Obama or Clinton wins tonight? ....
Actually, I haven't decided if I care or not. I hear that Clinton is Bush-lite. I hear that Obama threw the LGBT people under the bus. I hear that they threw sexist and racist shit at one another. I hear that the media is beating Clinton up for the sin of being ambitious while having a vagina. I hear that they're identical on policy issues. I hear that Clinton ran a really dumb GOP style FEAR! FEAR! TERRORISTS! YOUR KIDS! ad and it was ultrastupid. I hear that they're both just puppets and a bunch of guys in a back room run everything anyway. I can't vote anyway since I am Canadian. I GUESS I DON'T CARE.
Uh, since this is turning into rant time with Indicia, I should note that over the past few days, I have seen chickadees! Up close! Sort of- they bugger off really quick if you don't move veeeerrrry sloowly. They are very very small. About the size of your thumb. They puff themselves up to look more important. Anyway- had to get the bird stuff out of the way. Because now I am going to address fandom!
I am a very lazy fan. An uncommitted fan. Something like that. I watch all the fan shit. I like it! I will continue to watch all the fan shit. But I never wrote fanfic before- ever. There's something deeply odd about never doing the fanfic UNTIL you were a working creative professional... creature. All in all, the experience with fanfic has been okay. I don't seem to love it enough to keep doing it. I did it in the first place as a painkiller- distract me until the codeine starts working! PLZ. Now I no longer need distraction. My painkiller was chosen for it's ability to not require me to turn on my brain. It's boring me senseless now, but I SHALL FINISH THE GODDAMN FIC. Out of respect to the 200 people on the alert list. That would fill up a small lecture hall, after all. And having done that, I AM NEVER DOING THE FANFIC THING AGAIN. Not for any wanky reason like 'omg people said bad stuff about it and hurt my feelings.' Nah. I got hate mail and actual death threats (seriously) from various... highly strung members of uh, 'rival pairing fandoms', I guess. That was okay. I was fucking high on codeine anyway so I just laughed my ass off. I enjoyed writing the fic just fine. I just don't love fanfic enough to keep doing it, I guess. It's sure not that I lack the obsessive personality, trust me.
Uh... I just found out that the two prepress assignments I had no time to work on while sick with flu are NOT due tomorrow. They are due, instead, NEXT Wednesday.
:D
I need to read more books. Less political fapping. MOAR BOOKS.