Keith wanted to see an evening showing after I got home from work yesterday, but I declined, concerned I might fall asleep partway through. We went to a matinee today. In retrospect, it's a good thing I declined.

( Bring on the boredom: )

I'm trying to read The Good Men Do. It's halfway a good story, but the narration relies heavily on telling rather than showing, often with several repetitions. The bits with Trip, Archer and Reed are decent - they have me convinced that Trip would be obsessed enough, in the midst of grief and fear, to join Section 31. I'm just not sure who that ( Read more... )

You know what really weirds me out about all the schmoopy ponny funny/babies on vulcan fic about T'Pol? It's not the babies part because canon actually did it first, so 'shippers are in many ways just following that lead. It's not the ponny funny part, even though I believe that only Vulcan males go through that, merely triggering a sympathetic ( Read more... )

I totally understand the confusion that can occur when one uses "feminism" (equal civil rights to a default social norm, for a specific group that is not the default) to mean "civil rights" (for everyone). Semantics and linguistic shifts are like that. To call oneself a feminist when one believes in larger scale equal rights, ascribes to a ( Read more... )

Wow, yeah, I just had a true fandom moment because I started to write a snarkly reply that I realized I couldn't possibly send to the original commenter. It would have been a flame and I don't want to flame that one person; I want to flame everyone who thinks the incredibly stupid thing ( Read more... )

I got to thinking about motorcycles, because we've been borrowing copies of magazines from the library and getting up to date. We'll be discussing sport bikes, as they are the second most popular category, following cruisers, though much of what irritates me about the modern American production market applies to "standards" and "enduros", as well ( Read more... )

I seem to have stumbled across a glut of anti-cosplay essays, in every single one, a subjective opinion being presented, tacitly, as an objective one. They go something like this ( Read more... )

A confession: I find the belief that gov't ought to be small or minimalistic to be laughable at best, and a naive product of a secure upbringing. When there is no substantial gov't, and every man is for himself, the world is a terrifying, cruel, unforgiving place in which very few thrive and almost everyone suffers. It seems to me, to hold ( Read more... )

The real Calico Jack was 6doc traveling with Mel and Evelyn. He was only a pirate by accident when he gathered a crowd by retelling his adventure crossing Eurasia with Marco Polo. Later, an English jury mistook Mel and Evelyn's technobabble for profligate swearing. There was also a Captain Wildthyme who sailed in a two-decked, bright red frigate ( Read more... )

Let's play pretend. Or in my case, let's not. It's fascinating for me to read these examples because I never did it. As much time as I spend in imaginative pursuits, day dreaming and whatnot, I don't roleplay. No, not even when I'm dressed as a comic book character; I'm not that character, I'm an artist putting her work on exhibit as if it were ( Read more... )