I'm grumpy because Oracle's been rebooted.
I'm grumpy because I've been having panic attacks.
I'm grumpy because I burned my hand two days ago and now my teapot makes me nervous.
I'm grumpy because Bachmann just claimed the recent natural disasters were because God's mad at Obama.
I'm grumpy that apparently this is what it takes for women to be prominent politicians in this country, that women who think and care and aren't raving bigots get no attention.
I'm actually really, really grumpy about Oracle, and may make a seperate post.
I'm grumpy because my side hurts bad and I don't need a kidney stone right now, no I don't.
But I'm happy because I have tea, and the cafeteria served pasta and yummy bread, and Photoshop finally downloaded correctly, and while I don't know why God does things any more than certain presidential candidates do, I do know that He made these mountains and they make me happy.
So maybe I'm feeling pretty good.
So, Mr. Winick? You suck. You can't write Ice worth a damn, you're only slightly better at the rest of them, and "thieving Gypsy" is not some new groundbreaking concept in characterization. I'd say go back to writing the Bats, but a) I love them too much and b) Dick Grayson is canonically of Roma heritage and I don't want you near him ever again after this.
You hear me, published author who will never be anywhere near my journal? You hear me?
In happier news, I got to ride again yesterday, and soon we'll be jumping. I love jumping so much, so so much.
Also I rode McGuyver, who is very sweet but noses around my pants for horse treats. Andandand there is a new horse, who is genuinely dappled gray and just flat out GORGEOUS.
Acupuncture seems to be working! Hurt much less.
Rode again! YAyayayayyayay! I got to ride Case, and he was such a good boy by Case standards! He trotted around corners when asked and did not eat the ponies. So good to see him again- I gave him so many hugs.
When I was small, I used to divide my brain up into lots of little people who ran my personality. Have a sampling of their thoughts on the Avengers cartoon deal.
( Into Lou's Head! )( Into Lou's Head! )
I hope you have all learned something valuable. Now outta my head.
Also, doing schoolwork, blah blah blah. Some kids at school and I might have a LoTR marathon. Tai brought us a portion of squirrel to share.
But I can't quit. They're so nice and busy and I love seeing what people have to say at least until they say something ridiculously offensive/stupid/whycan'
I mean, you get prople who say that Scans Daily, my favorite comics board, is too sensitive or politically correct, but if this is the alternative... WELL. Just WELL.
I mean, do they just not have filters before they post? Are they all trolls? Even the ones with a couple thousand posts? Did none of them pass second grade spelling? I'm genuinely curious. Do they just not know how offensive they're being?
I know what I'm getting into every time I lurk over there. They just keep plumbing new depths of stupidity.
Somebody cheer me up. Please?
And more notes...
I do not like your fanfic. I do not understand your total hate-on for a perfectly good character and a perfectly good ship. I do not understand why you spite your own readers. I do not understand your OOC behavior, your logic fail, or your insistance that you are right and everyone else is wrong. I do not like you.
And what I like even less is that you write for the canon.
I have two new swimsuits! They are very very pretty.
I have a half-formed thingy on the Lars family that I hope to post within the week.
And that about sums it up, I think.
Yeah, yeah, I will get to those essays. This is just a different meta thing that popped dramtically into my brain. My standards for heroes and villains, and how they differ. Namely: who I root for. (Besides the Davidson Wildcats)
I began thinking about this when I realized how little sense it makes that my favorite Marvel character is an occasionally genocidal, often fairly insane supervillain, and yet I want to see Scott Summers and this trophy girlfriend they're claiming is Emma Frost die horribly in magma, preferably on-panel. This is a bit of a turnaround for me, fandomwise. Generally I root for the heroes. They're the heroes, after all. The villains are the villains. I understand that.
And maybe that's the issue. I have low standards for my villains. I do not expect to see Darth Vader cuddle puppies, and that is part of what makes it such a heartwarming moment when he won't let the Emperor kill Luke. For anyone else in the cast, this would be a no-brainer- leaving it for as long as Vader did would in fact make them less of heroes. On the other hand, I fully expect Luke to try to save his father- it's why he's such a wonderful, selfless, desperate for a family again guy. (Side note: I've got it in my head that out on Tatooine, being a lawless desert full of little farms, family is everything, sort of like out in the country. When Luke loses Owen and Beru, he literally has nothing left, and so he of course easily clings to Obi-Wan, Leia, and even Han. But that is a half-formed story for another time.) When Cyclops, who I'm apparently supposed to hold up as the hero, is shacking up with his mistress and I'm supposed to believe it's a Love Story For the Ages, I draw some lines. I could totally get behind Scott and Emma as a messed up relationship between messed up people- that's the sort of paring I like. But when it's presented as the second coming of Scott and Jean, I can't get behind that. It doesn't click for me. It actively annoys me.
(Of course, Marvel also apparently expects me to believe that trading your marriage to the devil for your dead aunt (who had ALREADY reached Her Time, and as a Presbyterian, I can respect reaching One's Time) is a perfectly selfless, heroic act that will have no negative consequences whatsoever, and men are "more interesting" without wives or women, and- okay, that's another rant for another day...)
Also, dear idiot fanboys on the message board I should not visit, feminism is not evil. I'm sorry you live in your mom's basment and can't get laid. Don't take it out on us.
Good, nay, GREAT:
I'm riding again! I'm riding again! Yippee yi yay, I'm riding again! Yahooooo! Feels so great to be back on a horse. This one's name is Ellie Mae, she's chestnut and sweet and wonderful.
Had a wonderful time in the mountains. I've discovered that really, all my siblings need to get along is the presence of one of the two Cousins Around Our Ages. I'm fairly sure that Bonus Cousin calms us all down as well, but truly adorable babies have a way of doing that. (I got to HOLD her!)
Not so good:
Why is it that in fandom, "you're a girl, your opinion doesn't matter" and "feminism=THEEBIL" still seem to be valid views? Forgive me for stooping to their level, but is it because they're stuck in kindergarten? Is it because they never get laid?* Is it because my grammar intimidates them? I don't know. I do know that there's a reason us fangirls run in packs, and I'm sticking close to mine, I think.
And to round off with good: Have finally installed Photoshop on this computer! Perhaps, someday, I'll even make some icons that aren't that lovely hippo.
(*Says the 16 year old who's never been kissed)
But, screw it. I'm mad.
Still mad. The operative dang word is still mad.
Everybody on the internet went through the brouhaha over the Avatar- sorry, "Last Airbender," thank you, J Cameron - casting. I was angry then, but it coalesced into a sort of seething rage that's only recently broiled up to the surface.
Race is a touchy subject, and it's a damned touchy subject around here. Polite people polite company just don't bring it up. We really, really don't want to remember that two generations ago my best friend and I couldn't have hung out together in public- not that we'd have ever met. People really want to have a sense of "oh, that's over and done with." About the only place it's mentioned is the opinion portion of the local newspaper, and while that would seem big, the opinion page of the local newspaper is generally devoted to arguing whether said newspaper is a puppet of the conservative warmongering fascits, or of the America-destroying liberal communists. Godwin's Law gets broken like the place is an internet forum.
But I digress.
I'm mad about theAvatar casting. I'm mad that only the villains and possibly one sacrificial love interest are Asian. I'm mad that Sokka and Katara lost about twelve skin tones. I was never naiive enough to think they wouldn't cast Aang white, but EVERYBODY just makes me want to splat things even after all this time. And you know what else still bites me, after months? The assumption made by the man who taught me that all people are created equal that white audiences are going to relate more to white characters. "Who's going to be watching and paying for the thing?" indeed. The Asian style didn't stop me from falling in love with the show. It didn't stop anyone from falling in love with the show.
And then there's that argument I keep seeing, "Would you complain if they cast Harry Potter (or some random chara, doesn't matter) black?" Guess what? They didn't.
That's not damn relevant, because they didn't.
And I- you know what, LJ? I feel personally insulted that someone thinks I need people of my own skin tone to relate to. Frak that. Society wants to move on, you know. And I give this message both to the the Move I Won't Be Seeing, and, unrelatedly enough, to the man in charge of the Company Whose Comics I Don't Buy: When you let people move on, they will. And when you don't, they won't.
Nothing about this fiasco, or about the promo pics, or about the reviews or the fandom has convinced ME to move on.
I'll tell you that, right now.
I shall begin with a few book recs.
Anything by Robin McKinley. Now, to be fair, I have not in fact read all of her stuff, but so far I haven't gone wrong at all. Mostly classic high fantasy, with a lot of the newer stuff being more urban, and actually still GOOD.
Watership Down. If you have not read this, you must.
The Sinestro Corps War, vols. 1 and 2. This and the next are comic recs. This one is exciting, well drawn, well written, and features copious amounts of Guy Garner and villains both being awesome, something I always want in my comics.
Any of the newest Blue Beetle books. These things got me into comics a few months back, and very little since has lived up to them. The characters are likable, the writing is both funny and suspenseful, and "homicidal alien artifact attaches itself to your spine and refuses to let go" is the best origin story ever.
Civil War Blunders. An excellent look at the Civil War, blackly humorous and tragic at turns. Really humanizes the history.
And Lou disapproves of...
The House of Night vampire books. Mary Sue is special! Mary Sue has three boyfriends! Author mouthpiece will now segue into out of nowhere speech about how religion is evil! Look at Mary Sue's new abilities! Isn't Mary Sue special? You wanna know the other reason I can't hate Twilight? I've read these.
Whatever Marvel has against happily married couples lately. THERE IS A REASON I DO NOT PURCHASE
And what else does Lou disapprove of? Oh, yes.
I will take you as seriously as you want to be taken... ONCE YOU LEARN HOW TO SPELL.
Well, I shall tell you. This is the culmination of a rant that's been freaking building up in me for QUITE SOME TIME, and that is quite simply the fact that a lot of the time in comics I feel a little bit on the outside looking in.
Not in the fandom. The fandom has been nothing less than welcoming, and funfunFUN, and hilarious. And I haven't experienced any of the horror stories, where everyone in the comic store reacts in shock when a GIRL walks in. Generally I'm one of several girls in there, in fact, often including one behind the cash register.
It's just... the books. It's the fact that nine times out of ten, it seems, female characters are slotted into "love interest." It's that I can count on one hand the number of prominent, female Green Lanterns in normal costumes like the boys wear as opposed to bikinis and tiny leotards. It's going to the library, picking up a book, and seeing that on the back cover, freaking Birds of Prey is advertised as containing the "sexiest superheroines in the DCU." Not "badass," which is true. Not "well written," which was even truer. Looking at the back of that book, I didn't get the feeling I was supposed to think "Woah, Black Canary is an awesome person," I got the feeling that I was expected to think "Look, fishnets!"
It's not the big things, really, not nowadays. There are a lot of seriously awesome, kickass women in comics. Lois Lane has gone from falling out of windows and plotting to get Superman to marry her by any means possible to a severely awesome reporter who is, by the way, currently married to Clark Kent/Supes, andgoshdangitI'
But, still. Look! Boob window! Look, fishnets! It's not the costumes themselves (okay, fine, a lot of it is), it's the attitude. It's wanting to read a freaking STORY, not be presented with butt shots every two panels.
I love comics. I'm just beginning to be concerned that they don't love me.
So, you may have noticed on here that I occasionally joke about my fun redneck relatives. It's mostly exaggerated, of course, although I think my dad and my uncle are the only two males in their familes not to have at least one deer head in their living rooms.
But generally? I love my family. There's nothing wrong with being country, and I love, love, love wide open spaces, and it's great to have people I can visit who live on them and cook great food.
But there's a dark side.
Fine, there's multiple dark sides. I'm from the bleeping South, people around here fly Confederate flags, there are some downright nasty dark sides.
But that's not what I ran into today. No, what I ran into today is this: PETS ARE NOT DISPOSABLE, BLEEP YOU.
Are you listening to me, uncle-on-my-mom's-side? Are you listening to me? I look at the kitten, the kitten you gave us- her brother just ran off or got caught by a coyote, and you don't even care. You have two cats left, but one of them is pregnant and so for a few months there'll be kittens until something gets them and you continue not to care.
You could spay her, you know. You neutered the indoor cat, but Annie (Little Orphan Annie, then Little Orphan Andrew, plain Andrew, Anakin, Ani, Vader Cat, plain Annie, or Pumkinhead) is a special case and plus he's mostly my aunt's. (Man, he's a great cat, though. You don't deserve him, you really don't.)
Your dogs are constantly rotating.
Maybe I'm a city girl. Maybe, because we'll put the kitten on a handmade pureed diet when she starts throwing up, or rush the guinea pig to the emergency vet for an IV, or purchase the Boston Terrier multiple tshirts- maybe I'm the one who views animals weirdly.
But I don't think so.
I really don't think so.
I spent a while petting poor Shade, your pregnant outdoor cat, my kitten's aunt.
She purred, and purred, and purred, and like all your pets I try my darndest not to get attached and I can't help it because doggone it, just listen to that purr.
So, random people reading this: Spay. Neuter. And you, uncle- I really do love you. You're a great guy. And I know you've got a lot on your plate and I'm a spoiled fifteen year old with no real clue how the world works.
But I don't get it. And maybe I'm hopelessly naive, and maybe I'm stupid, and maybe I'm being unfair- but every time I pet one of them, I know that I might never see it again and it certainly won't get the little grave in the backyard that my first cat got.
(On the other hand, Little Orphan What's His Name would've died without you being there for him, and you did get the newest dog all fixed up after he ran into the road about a week after he showed up at your door.)
I just don't know.
I just... don't know.
I dearly adore both of you. Both of you add joys to my afternoon in your different ways. However- your ad is covering up the game. Just your ad, by the way, Coca Cola people. The ad for TVs, or the ones for the movie, or even the irritating expanding one- they actually let me reach the controls. But they- they only load about once every ten thousand refreshes. I THINK YOU MAY BE MISSING THE POINT OF
I'm going to go listen to angry teen music now.
It's not that I want to be mean, per se. I dealt with enough people who never even considered the feelings of others for far too long. But surely not everyone is as hyper sensitive as I am?
Maybe, just maybe, I could manage to tell someone that "your fic makes my eyes bleed" or "please shut up about that teacher you hate already, I want to talk about my life now" or even "no, I'm not sorry?"
Because I can't do that. Because there is a little factor in my brain that completely shuts down when I try to be not nice, with the result that people get two impressions of me:
"She never talks, does she?"
Or, when i snap as I do occasionally,
"Oh, Lord, I'm just going to run away now."
This is not a healthy state of being. Surely I can bring myself to realize that harsh words won't completely destroy someone's life. Just because I once came close to tears when someone (justifiably) insulted my writing awhile back doesn't mean that everyone else is that emotionally immature.
So yah know what?
YOU CAN'T SPELL YOUR OWN NAME. WHY WOULD I WANT TO WORK WITH YOU?
MAYBE I'M NOT PERFECT AT DOING EVERYTHING TO YOUR
YOUR KINK IS NOT OKAY.
I AM NOT SOME LITTLE AMUSING GAME YOU
YOU REALLY SHOULDN'T INSULT MY FRIENDS LOOKS WHEN YOUR ENTIRE FACE IS BASICALLY A GIANT PIMPLE.
Now, all of those were immature. I am, in fact, going to apologize now for saying them if you were offended. And I certainly don't want to shout them at everyone constantly.
But I'd like to be able to say them sometimes. Like when you deserve it.
I don't feel good today.
To be fair, I haven't felt top notch for weeks, but all of a sudden now I've got a hideious problem with coughing and a sore throat and I'm not happy.
On the plus side, I have found many places on the web to look at adorable baby animals, such as http://www.zooborns.com/zooborns/ (Warning: severe cute overload). But going "squee" is also hazardous to my throat. (Which pretty much dooms my looking through my fandoms- I can never be sure when squee sneaks up on me unawares. Much like shipping.)
Luckily, I have this little corner of the net where I can vent.
Also, it's messing up my typing skills something fierce. Which means that writing is tough. Which is annoying.
And I've been patrolling DeviantArt for fancomics, which has been pretty fun. And there's reading, obviously, though I'm in the sort of mood to choose Dave Barry over "Gettysburg", "This Realm of England", or even "Civil War Blunders." And laughing hurts my throat.
Not that this will always stop me. A few years back, Avatar Smilebender Week on Nickelodeon occured. They played the funniest episodes. I had a problem going on with a rib that mean laughing felt like something was stabbing me in the side. Of course I watched anyway.
I think I'll just go to sleep.
Pretty much upon discovering the internet, I also discovered that few things were more entertaining than watching others fight on it. I also discovered that it is probably best if I stay out of things myself.
So, right now, I'm grabbing me some popcorn.
According to Club Jade and Fandom Wank, someone has decided to sell their Twilight fanfiction. For money. Because apparently since Ms Meyer never drew pictures of her characters, this makes them not copyrighted. (Daughter... of Lawyer... Senses... Tingling... Also common sense...)
Now, I'm not going to go into detail, because I don't know the details and half my favorite blogs are sharing all of them anyway. For all I know, in fact, this is a giant hoax. But whatever it is, it has provided me with a soapbox. And I love soapboxes.
Fanfiction has always seemed to me to be one of those "gray areas" in the "your right to move your fist stops in my face" deal. Basically, if the author has expressed anti fanfic feelings,
But seriously. Maintain a level of respect for the creator, people. IT IS THEIRS. IT IS NOT YOURS, OR MINE. And whenever one of these "fic for money" stories pops up, I get nervous. Because those are the ones that get attention, and that's what prompts creators to not want fanfic anymore.
I hate to be one of the internet yellers. Really and truly I do. I like to watch them, but I try not to get too involved for my own sake.