Y2/D307...MLK Holiday, Whedon, etc...
Jan. 17th, 2022 05:46 pmDone nothing to celebrate it. It's been a drab, gloomy day, and all attempts to do laundry were thwarted. (Ah, what I wouldn't give some days for my own washer/dryer. When and if I retire - I'm retiring to a place where I have them or at the very least a reliable service.)
Slept poorly, and I've been fending off the January uglies - which seem to be a combination of depression/anxiety or general malaise. Not helped by hot flashes.
Anyhow, bought/ordered KN95 masks for mother. About 50 of them, for about $83 via Amazon. Two boxes worth. I swear - I think I've spent close to $500 on masks in the last two years if not more. I also have lots of the cheap and free useless ones in my desk at work and at home.
Mercury is in retrograde, or so I'm told, so it may be best to take a social media hiatus. (Of course I'm ignoring that advice.) Instead I wandered about in Twitter, and found this...interesting, if mildly disturbing and slightly unsettling one about Joss Whedon, whereupon he responds to the allegations against him by playing the victim. For once, it would be nice for someone to take accountability for it.
Joss Whedon Breaks his Silence on the Allegations Against Him
It's worth reading if you are interested in the history of the Buffy fandom, Whedon's perspective on it, and interacted with it online. Since it delves into that history - and that surprised me. Starts out talking about the Whedon Studies Association - almost as if the writer is making fandom somewhat complicit in Whedon's rise and downfall, and perhaps fandom is? I don't know any longer.
( Excerpt 1 - about the scholarly fans and Whedon.. )
There's a bit of a disconnect in these stories...because what you have is a very wealthy, privileged family, who has never had to worry about money. Who lives in splendor. And got work easily. And you have a show that many identified with - but their perception of it wasn't what was inside the creator's head completely. Also there's a kind of disconnect between how fans viewed the cast and crew and creator's relationships on and off screen, and what it actually was.
( excerpt 2 - early days of internet fan culture )
I've become increasingly aware of this disconnect between what we want to be real and what actually is. Reality is far more complicated than what most perceive, and yet also far simpler. I think having a father who seems to be slipping in and out of various realities inside his head has made me more aware of this - of how reality in of itself can be little more than a construct of our own minds and perceptions of things.
There's new a game out entitled Wordl. Perhaps you've heard of it? It's all over social media. I tried it. I suck at it. I suck at word games, my father does too - even though we are both wordsmiths. But that's not a requirement of this sort of game. It's a spacial counting game with letter and word configurations. Plays havoc on anyone with dyslexia or spatial issues. I kept getting the number of letters I needed in each word wrong, and the squares confused me, as did the letter set up. Also I kept flipping everything around.
But the internet assumes anyone can do it, and everyone loves it, and it is the game we "all" need right now - emphasis on all. Why do we do this? Assume that what works for a few people or even several hundred, works for everyone? What's up with that?
I think sometimes this is the flaw in all of it. This assumption that we live in a one-size fits all world, and I've become increasingly aware that we don't. We can't be completely communal, no matter how much we may want to be, we are unique organisms, with unique gifts, perceptions, and ways of thinking - we cannot be treated the same.
**
I'm tired. And in a kind of malaise. Mercury is in retrograde or so they say. It's Martin Luther King Day - and depending on your perspective, we've either come a long way towards the kind of world King envisioned or hardly moved at all. Hard to know how King himself would view it. When he died, the world appeared to be in chaos, and yet it is also in chaos now. Is it better or worse than it was in 1968? I honestly do not know. I was one years old and have no memory of it.
I know in some ways we've advanced further than I thought possible, but others, we still seem to be hopelessly stalled. There are too many bigoted fools in the world and I dearly wish there were less - either culled from the population by a virus and natural means, or having changed their minds.
But alas, neither seems to be happening - and that frustrates me. But I'm also not surrounded by them - or near them or really know many, so maybe, I'm wrong about that.
Unlike Whedon, in the excerpts above, the sun is very much my friend. And I wish I could be sitting in his sun drenched house, just a few blocks from the beach. Without him or his artist girlfriend. Just trade abodes for a few minutes. Or hours. Or days. Or weeks. Or months. Where he can work looking out on a gray, drab, colorless world or a cubicle wall in a office with no windows...going to and from work in the dark, with the days slowly getting longer, but no where fast enough, and the sun seems at times to have taken an interminable holiday. And I can work in sun-drenched splendor, in an airy home.
I don't want anything else from his life though, just the home so briefly described in the article. I want the sun. I want to bath in it daily as I did in Hilton Head, for the sun is the enemy of the virus and all that comes with it. But then, I am not a vampire.
Random Photo of the Night...

Slept poorly, and I've been fending off the January uglies - which seem to be a combination of depression/anxiety or general malaise. Not helped by hot flashes.
Anyhow, bought/ordered KN95 masks for mother. About 50 of them, for about $83 via Amazon. Two boxes worth. I swear - I think I've spent close to $500 on masks in the last two years if not more. I also have lots of the cheap and free useless ones in my desk at work and at home.
Mercury is in retrograde, or so I'm told, so it may be best to take a social media hiatus. (Of course I'm ignoring that advice.) Instead I wandered about in Twitter, and found this...interesting, if mildly disturbing and slightly unsettling one about Joss Whedon, whereupon he responds to the allegations against him by playing the victim. For once, it would be nice for someone to take accountability for it.
Joss Whedon Breaks his Silence on the Allegations Against Him
It's worth reading if you are interested in the history of the Buffy fandom, Whedon's perspective on it, and interacted with it online. Since it delves into that history - and that surprised me. Starts out talking about the Whedon Studies Association - almost as if the writer is making fandom somewhat complicit in Whedon's rise and downfall, and perhaps fandom is? I don't know any longer.
( Excerpt 1 - about the scholarly fans and Whedon.. )
There's a bit of a disconnect in these stories...because what you have is a very wealthy, privileged family, who has never had to worry about money. Who lives in splendor. And got work easily. And you have a show that many identified with - but their perception of it wasn't what was inside the creator's head completely. Also there's a kind of disconnect between how fans viewed the cast and crew and creator's relationships on and off screen, and what it actually was.
( excerpt 2 - early days of internet fan culture )
I've become increasingly aware of this disconnect between what we want to be real and what actually is. Reality is far more complicated than what most perceive, and yet also far simpler. I think having a father who seems to be slipping in and out of various realities inside his head has made me more aware of this - of how reality in of itself can be little more than a construct of our own minds and perceptions of things.
There's new a game out entitled Wordl. Perhaps you've heard of it? It's all over social media. I tried it. I suck at it. I suck at word games, my father does too - even though we are both wordsmiths. But that's not a requirement of this sort of game. It's a spacial counting game with letter and word configurations. Plays havoc on anyone with dyslexia or spatial issues. I kept getting the number of letters I needed in each word wrong, and the squares confused me, as did the letter set up. Also I kept flipping everything around.
But the internet assumes anyone can do it, and everyone loves it, and it is the game we "all" need right now - emphasis on all. Why do we do this? Assume that what works for a few people or even several hundred, works for everyone? What's up with that?
I think sometimes this is the flaw in all of it. This assumption that we live in a one-size fits all world, and I've become increasingly aware that we don't. We can't be completely communal, no matter how much we may want to be, we are unique organisms, with unique gifts, perceptions, and ways of thinking - we cannot be treated the same.
**
I'm tired. And in a kind of malaise. Mercury is in retrograde or so they say. It's Martin Luther King Day - and depending on your perspective, we've either come a long way towards the kind of world King envisioned or hardly moved at all. Hard to know how King himself would view it. When he died, the world appeared to be in chaos, and yet it is also in chaos now. Is it better or worse than it was in 1968? I honestly do not know. I was one years old and have no memory of it.
I know in some ways we've advanced further than I thought possible, but others, we still seem to be hopelessly stalled. There are too many bigoted fools in the world and I dearly wish there were less - either culled from the population by a virus and natural means, or having changed their minds.
But alas, neither seems to be happening - and that frustrates me. But I'm also not surrounded by them - or near them or really know many, so maybe, I'm wrong about that.
Unlike Whedon, in the excerpts above, the sun is very much my friend. And I wish I could be sitting in his sun drenched house, just a few blocks from the beach. Without him or his artist girlfriend. Just trade abodes for a few minutes. Or hours. Or days. Or weeks. Or months. Where he can work looking out on a gray, drab, colorless world or a cubicle wall in a office with no windows...going to and from work in the dark, with the days slowly getting longer, but no where fast enough, and the sun seems at times to have taken an interminable holiday. And I can work in sun-drenched splendor, in an airy home.
I don't want anything else from his life though, just the home so briefly described in the article. I want the sun. I want to bath in it daily as I did in Hilton Head, for the sun is the enemy of the virus and all that comes with it. But then, I am not a vampire.
Random Photo of the Night...
