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Well, I’m hibernating today. Probably will hibernate tomorrow as well. Damn I feel like a bloody bear with all this snow.
1. ( snow, pesky radiators, and subways )
2. Marvel and Printers
In a snippy mood today, hence the somewhat sardonic tone to this post, spent the majority of the last two days wrestling with my printer. My problem is simple: I need to print off a short story, plus an application form, to send to Marvel in order to apply for their writer position, dang it! Can’t apply without printing off the story, b/c Marvel wants it by snail mail not email. It’s a legal thing. Granted it’s a long shot, particularly now that I’ve announced the position to every person who reads my live journal, which hopefully isn’t that many. But hey, it's no more a longshot than the other 100 jobs I’ve applied to this month. ( Ramble on Comics, Dad, Story, Printers, technology and Capitalism )
3. Sissyphus, Angel and Me
Because of all of this, I find myself beginning to identify with Angel and the Greek Sissyphus (which I can’t spell). Like Sissyphus we seem to be doomed to be forever pushing that damn rock up a hill for no good reason.
Here’s Angel’s arc since he got that soul, and mine since I graduated from high school and started hunting for a career:
1. Ohhh…that’s not that big a rock, I can push that up that hill in no time. All Inspired and Excited about pushing rock up hill.
2. Actually much bigger rock than it looked, kinda heavy and is this hill ever going to come to a point?
3. Why am I even bothering? Is there a point?
4. Oops…lost contact with the rock…noooo! Come back rock!
5. Races after rock
6. Loses Rock. All Depressed because lost rock and now back where we started.
7. Someone comes along and convinces us to get a new rock and start pushing it up the hill again.
Meanwhile along comes Kid Bro (Spike)…
1. Sees rock, picks it up and somehow comes up with a bizarre contraption to shoot rock to top of the hill, which uhm excuse me is against the rules.
2. Races after rock, because he miscalculated the distance and ended up shooting rock to the next hill, so not only has he skipped the hill entirely, he’s onto the next one. Wait! There’s a second hill? You mean I have to push this damn thing up two hills? And how’d he get so far ahead? Ugh!
3. Now he’s whining about pushing rock up second hill and telling me, me who has followed the rules and worked for years doing this, that I have it easy? Hmmm, how did kid bro develop that contraption again and maybe I can do one too except designed to hit kid bro in the head.
4. Whoa…the second hill exploded taking kid bro out with it. That sucks. Really. I’m not laughing here, honest. Feel bad. Really bad.
5. Damn. Kid bro popped up again. Right behind me no less. Can’t the guy stay down long enough for me to make it to the top of the hill? No…has to pop up again distracting me like a bloody jack in the box…apparently the explosion caused a displacement in time/space continuity and he’s been sent back as a ghost but can’t get past the first hill until I do…Heh! Cool. He’s dependent on my success.
6. Just lost rock, some light hits kid bro and turns him corporeal, he grabs rock and now it’s a competition on who gets to push rock up to the top of hill first. As if this wasn’t hard enough before he showed up. Hey, that’s my rock! Get your own rock!! Doesn’t have your name on it, does it? Besides - Finder’s keeper’s – says kid bro. (Ugh. And to think, I taught that sucker how to walk…This is the thanks I get??)
7. Kid bro loses rock. Hee Hee. Except now we’re both back at the bottom of the hill. Kid bro decides to get drunk. While I wait for new inspiration.
This is actually more true to Angel’s situation than mine - my kid bro not only made it past the second hill, he’s working on the third.
4. Spike - a brief paragraph on character
Oh this next bit is for my dear friend pumpkinpuss who wanted me to post it on a board somewhere, but I didn’t have the guts. She wants me to, so she can quote it to people. But I don’t trust the fanboards right now with Spike posts. Live Journal on the other hand grants me the control that I don’t have on a listserve or fanboard – ie. If you bash me or my favorite characters? I can delete your ass! Besides you can quote live journal entries, people do it all the time. (Yes, I’m chicken, I admit it. But a person can only take so much rejection without exploding and I got my quota for 2003 thank you very much. Actually I think I got enough to throw onto 2004. 2003? Not a memorable year.) But don’t worry, non-Spike fans, I’m hiding it.
Spike – A Character of Extremes or Why People Just Don’t Get Him
(it helps if you listen to Andrew Lloyd Webber/Tim Rice ditty the Rum Tum Tugger while reading this…also you might consider reading the great essay by Laura Resnick entitled The Good, The Bad, and The Ambiguous in the Buffyverse in the recently published book of Buffy essays entitled – Seven Years of Watching Buffy, available at a book store near you. (you don’t have to buy it, cjl and I just stood in B&N and read the essays.) The most humorous by far is in Search of Spike’s Balls – in which the writer hypothesizes that Buffy is a testerone sucking vampire and Chosen was all about passing the balls…I don’t agree with the essay, but I’m still not completely sure she meant it to be taken seriously. It read like a tongue firmly in cheek satire to me.)
( Why No-One Gets Spike – or The Character of Extremes )
Was going to listen to my Nine-Inch-Nails CD - Downward Spiral, but decided snippy mood would be better served by Big Star.
1. ( snow, pesky radiators, and subways )
2. Marvel and Printers
In a snippy mood today, hence the somewhat sardonic tone to this post, spent the majority of the last two days wrestling with my printer. My problem is simple: I need to print off a short story, plus an application form, to send to Marvel in order to apply for their writer position, dang it! Can’t apply without printing off the story, b/c Marvel wants it by snail mail not email. It’s a legal thing. Granted it’s a long shot, particularly now that I’ve announced the position to every person who reads my live journal, which hopefully isn’t that many. But hey, it's no more a longshot than the other 100 jobs I’ve applied to this month. ( Ramble on Comics, Dad, Story, Printers, technology and Capitalism )
3. Sissyphus, Angel and Me
Because of all of this, I find myself beginning to identify with Angel and the Greek Sissyphus (which I can’t spell). Like Sissyphus we seem to be doomed to be forever pushing that damn rock up a hill for no good reason.
Here’s Angel’s arc since he got that soul, and mine since I graduated from high school and started hunting for a career:
1. Ohhh…that’s not that big a rock, I can push that up that hill in no time. All Inspired and Excited about pushing rock up hill.
2. Actually much bigger rock than it looked, kinda heavy and is this hill ever going to come to a point?
3. Why am I even bothering? Is there a point?
4. Oops…lost contact with the rock…noooo! Come back rock!
5. Races after rock
6. Loses Rock. All Depressed because lost rock and now back where we started.
7. Someone comes along and convinces us to get a new rock and start pushing it up the hill again.
Meanwhile along comes Kid Bro (Spike)…
1. Sees rock, picks it up and somehow comes up with a bizarre contraption to shoot rock to top of the hill, which uhm excuse me is against the rules.
2. Races after rock, because he miscalculated the distance and ended up shooting rock to the next hill, so not only has he skipped the hill entirely, he’s onto the next one. Wait! There’s a second hill? You mean I have to push this damn thing up two hills? And how’d he get so far ahead? Ugh!
3. Now he’s whining about pushing rock up second hill and telling me, me who has followed the rules and worked for years doing this, that I have it easy? Hmmm, how did kid bro develop that contraption again and maybe I can do one too except designed to hit kid bro in the head.
4. Whoa…the second hill exploded taking kid bro out with it. That sucks. Really. I’m not laughing here, honest. Feel bad. Really bad.
5. Damn. Kid bro popped up again. Right behind me no less. Can’t the guy stay down long enough for me to make it to the top of the hill? No…has to pop up again distracting me like a bloody jack in the box…apparently the explosion caused a displacement in time/space continuity and he’s been sent back as a ghost but can’t get past the first hill until I do…Heh! Cool. He’s dependent on my success.
6. Just lost rock, some light hits kid bro and turns him corporeal, he grabs rock and now it’s a competition on who gets to push rock up to the top of hill first. As if this wasn’t hard enough before he showed up. Hey, that’s my rock! Get your own rock!! Doesn’t have your name on it, does it? Besides - Finder’s keeper’s – says kid bro. (Ugh. And to think, I taught that sucker how to walk…This is the thanks I get??)
7. Kid bro loses rock. Hee Hee. Except now we’re both back at the bottom of the hill. Kid bro decides to get drunk. While I wait for new inspiration.
This is actually more true to Angel’s situation than mine - my kid bro not only made it past the second hill, he’s working on the third.
4. Spike - a brief paragraph on character
Oh this next bit is for my dear friend pumpkinpuss who wanted me to post it on a board somewhere, but I didn’t have the guts. She wants me to, so she can quote it to people. But I don’t trust the fanboards right now with Spike posts. Live Journal on the other hand grants me the control that I don’t have on a listserve or fanboard – ie. If you bash me or my favorite characters? I can delete your ass! Besides you can quote live journal entries, people do it all the time. (Yes, I’m chicken, I admit it. But a person can only take so much rejection without exploding and I got my quota for 2003 thank you very much. Actually I think I got enough to throw onto 2004. 2003? Not a memorable year.) But don’t worry, non-Spike fans, I’m hiding it.
Spike – A Character of Extremes or Why People Just Don’t Get Him
(it helps if you listen to Andrew Lloyd Webber/Tim Rice ditty the Rum Tum Tugger while reading this…also you might consider reading the great essay by Laura Resnick entitled The Good, The Bad, and The Ambiguous in the Buffyverse in the recently published book of Buffy essays entitled – Seven Years of Watching Buffy, available at a book store near you. (you don’t have to buy it, cjl and I just stood in B&N and read the essays.) The most humorous by far is in Search of Spike’s Balls – in which the writer hypothesizes that Buffy is a testerone sucking vampire and Chosen was all about passing the balls…I don’t agree with the essay, but I’m still not completely sure she meant it to be taken seriously. It read like a tongue firmly in cheek satire to me.)
( Why No-One Gets Spike – or The Character of Extremes )
Was going to listen to my Nine-Inch-Nails CD - Downward Spiral, but decided snippy mood would be better served by Big Star.
