Six things before bed
Aug. 1st, 2012 11:06 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shadowkat1. I've realized something, when it comes to fiction...it doesn't really have to be realistic, just consistent and follow whatever rules the author has established. Non-fiction has to be realistic. Fiction is a bit like falling inside another person's dream. I'm more critical of non-fiction than fiction. And more annoyed by it.
For me...Reading fiction is like watching butterflies on a lazy Sunday afternoon by the lake, the sun soft on your skin, with a faint breeze...and children laughing nearby.
Reading non-fiction is like sitting in a sterile classroom in one of those seats with a desk attached, wooden and uncomfortable, chalk dust tickling your nose, as a teacher lectures from a podium in a monotone. I want to tell them...just because it is real doesn't mean it has to be dry, embellish a bit.
2. I don't know why people read me. Never did quite understand it. I change styles without warning. Am incredibly snarky at times (note I did not say it was necessarily good snark, yes, you can be snarky and not necessarily be good at it, you can actually be quite dreadful, it's shocking I know - but there it is.) Tend to write off the cuff. Rarely fact check. And can be fall into self-righteous lecture mode at the drop of a hat (which is why I'm avoiding writing anything of a sociological/social justice bent - that brings out lecture gal big time).
Is it for the Buffy meta? Can't be, because I barely write it anymore. It's problematic to write about Buffy now but then it always was. Particularly problematic when you are an unabashed voracious Spike fan, when everyone knows that you are supposed to be an unabashed and voracious Buffy, Willow, Xander, Cordelia, Giles, Angel, Wes, and Whedon fan. Half the people adore you. Half think you are nuts. This wouldn't be a problem...if you didn't like and respect the people who think you are nuts.
Then...there's the weird fights you get into with people. Discussing Buffy or Whedon is almost as bad as discussing politics. I still want to hit people who kick my Spike fetish.
"You think you're so superior, I want to say? How'd you feel if I kicked your (fill in the blank) fetish? Not so superior now are you!" (But pointing out people are hypocrites doesn't end well, I've discovered. They have the nasty habit of pointing out that you are one too. Before long the whole thing derails into one long name-calling session in "shouty capitals" no less. As an aside, shouty capitals can be effective in certain situations.)
But the thing of it is..So what if I think XYZ is a narcissitic idiot or manipulative ass? I also think a lot of people are idiots and asses. Actually, I've thought Spike was at different points, but he makes me laugh, so I forgive him for it. And he's fictional, so that helps. I'm more forgiving of fictional characters than non-fictional characters in this regard. Can't think why.
And I have this annoying habit of changing my mind about things without warning. I'm moody that way. I may hate somebody or something one moment, and love them the next.
Why bother fighting with me about things? I'm nobody. I love that movie by the way...my favorite Western of all time is this odd little one called My Name is Nobody - it stars Henry Fonda and has a great soundtrack - it's sort of a satire/homage on the Sam Peckinpah and Sergio Leon Westerns. Brilliant. I adore it. If I could buy it for myself I would. Saw it 20 times by the age of 15. We watched Western movies on TV every Saturday night - on UPF channel...as a family. My parents are huge Western fans.
3. Apparently Great Britain for the first time actually received a medal in the Men's Gymnastics Team Competition. They were up for silver. Japan for Bronze. Japan protested the scores - requesting a review. The world champion had done a bad dismount, which was supposed to be a head-stand and wasn't. They reviewed it, decided in favor of Japan, Britain got the Bronze. If I was Britain, I'd be pissed. (I didn't see this, this was related to me by co-workers.) The difference between the Olympics and rooting for a fictional character, is nasty things like nationalism get in the way. It becomes about which country is better, when in reality it's just people competing in sports, the country has zip to do with it.
4. Nasty mood today folks. Really nasty. I wanted to physically strangle people.
You know things are not going to go well, when you get into an argument with a co-worker in the elevator over whether the way-ward bus had the right of way over you, a pedesterain, when the sign clearly said walk and it was pouring.
Me: frigging buses
Co-worker: you need to be careful, that bus almost hit you -
Me: it did not. I was still on the side-
Co-worker: if it were between you and bus (starts to go into lecture mode)
Me: I really don't need a lecture.
Co-worker to security guard: she almost got hit by a bus -
Me: I did not! ( I go to my desk muttering.)
(Was on the bloody sidewalk. With a puddle between me and the bus. It would have had to jump the curb. Co-worker was a leg ahead of me. She's bloody idiot. She's also the same bloody idiot who is responsible for dropping the ball on the contract from hell that I'm working on and came back to slap me in the head again this week.)
5. Not sure about Weight Watchers online...I've managed to find a way to have ice cream with tru whipped topping and a glass of wine, without losing points. It's the least painful diet I've ever been on.
Also discovered a new fat free/calorie free snack - sea weed with olive oil crunch. Not as gross as it sounds. Actually quite tasty, a bit fishy, but that's to be expected.
6. Not Quite a Husband is slowing down a bit. Romance novelists suck at endings. All these novels sort of begin to fizzle a bit at the end. It's almost as if they got stuck and couldn't quite figure out how to wrap up the plot. Okay, the characters are sort of together now...but not completely, where do we go next...oh, I'll separate them again to add suspense. Except the separation always seems a bit contrived. Just let them ride off into the sunset already. The angst is getting old. And...the whole conflict comes about due to lack of communication. This was what I liked about 50 Shades, the characters talked to each other, they did not brood for years on end like they do in about 95% of these books.
For me...Reading fiction is like watching butterflies on a lazy Sunday afternoon by the lake, the sun soft on your skin, with a faint breeze...and children laughing nearby.
Reading non-fiction is like sitting in a sterile classroom in one of those seats with a desk attached, wooden and uncomfortable, chalk dust tickling your nose, as a teacher lectures from a podium in a monotone. I want to tell them...just because it is real doesn't mean it has to be dry, embellish a bit.
2. I don't know why people read me. Never did quite understand it. I change styles without warning. Am incredibly snarky at times (note I did not say it was necessarily good snark, yes, you can be snarky and not necessarily be good at it, you can actually be quite dreadful, it's shocking I know - but there it is.) Tend to write off the cuff. Rarely fact check. And can be fall into self-righteous lecture mode at the drop of a hat (which is why I'm avoiding writing anything of a sociological/social justice bent - that brings out lecture gal big time).
Is it for the Buffy meta? Can't be, because I barely write it anymore. It's problematic to write about Buffy now but then it always was. Particularly problematic when you are an unabashed voracious Spike fan, when everyone knows that you are supposed to be an unabashed and voracious Buffy, Willow, Xander, Cordelia, Giles, Angel, Wes, and Whedon fan. Half the people adore you. Half think you are nuts. This wouldn't be a problem...if you didn't like and respect the people who think you are nuts.
Then...there's the weird fights you get into with people. Discussing Buffy or Whedon is almost as bad as discussing politics. I still want to hit people who kick my Spike fetish.
"You think you're so superior, I want to say? How'd you feel if I kicked your (fill in the blank) fetish? Not so superior now are you!" (But pointing out people are hypocrites doesn't end well, I've discovered. They have the nasty habit of pointing out that you are one too. Before long the whole thing derails into one long name-calling session in "shouty capitals" no less. As an aside, shouty capitals can be effective in certain situations.)
But the thing of it is..So what if I think XYZ is a narcissitic idiot or manipulative ass? I also think a lot of people are idiots and asses. Actually, I've thought Spike was at different points, but he makes me laugh, so I forgive him for it. And he's fictional, so that helps. I'm more forgiving of fictional characters than non-fictional characters in this regard. Can't think why.
And I have this annoying habit of changing my mind about things without warning. I'm moody that way. I may hate somebody or something one moment, and love them the next.
Why bother fighting with me about things? I'm nobody. I love that movie by the way...my favorite Western of all time is this odd little one called My Name is Nobody - it stars Henry Fonda and has a great soundtrack - it's sort of a satire/homage on the Sam Peckinpah and Sergio Leon Westerns. Brilliant. I adore it. If I could buy it for myself I would. Saw it 20 times by the age of 15. We watched Western movies on TV every Saturday night - on UPF channel...as a family. My parents are huge Western fans.
3. Apparently Great Britain for the first time actually received a medal in the Men's Gymnastics Team Competition. They were up for silver. Japan for Bronze. Japan protested the scores - requesting a review. The world champion had done a bad dismount, which was supposed to be a head-stand and wasn't. They reviewed it, decided in favor of Japan, Britain got the Bronze. If I was Britain, I'd be pissed. (I didn't see this, this was related to me by co-workers.) The difference between the Olympics and rooting for a fictional character, is nasty things like nationalism get in the way. It becomes about which country is better, when in reality it's just people competing in sports, the country has zip to do with it.
4. Nasty mood today folks. Really nasty. I wanted to physically strangle people.
You know things are not going to go well, when you get into an argument with a co-worker in the elevator over whether the way-ward bus had the right of way over you, a pedesterain, when the sign clearly said walk and it was pouring.
Me: frigging buses
Co-worker: you need to be careful, that bus almost hit you -
Me: it did not. I was still on the side-
Co-worker: if it were between you and bus (starts to go into lecture mode)
Me: I really don't need a lecture.
Co-worker to security guard: she almost got hit by a bus -
Me: I did not! ( I go to my desk muttering.)
(Was on the bloody sidewalk. With a puddle between me and the bus. It would have had to jump the curb. Co-worker was a leg ahead of me. She's bloody idiot. She's also the same bloody idiot who is responsible for dropping the ball on the contract from hell that I'm working on and came back to slap me in the head again this week.)
5. Not sure about Weight Watchers online...I've managed to find a way to have ice cream with tru whipped topping and a glass of wine, without losing points. It's the least painful diet I've ever been on.
Also discovered a new fat free/calorie free snack - sea weed with olive oil crunch. Not as gross as it sounds. Actually quite tasty, a bit fishy, but that's to be expected.
6. Not Quite a Husband is slowing down a bit. Romance novelists suck at endings. All these novels sort of begin to fizzle a bit at the end. It's almost as if they got stuck and couldn't quite figure out how to wrap up the plot. Okay, the characters are sort of together now...but not completely, where do we go next...oh, I'll separate them again to add suspense. Except the separation always seems a bit contrived. Just let them ride off into the sunset already. The angst is getting old. And...the whole conflict comes about due to lack of communication. This was what I liked about 50 Shades, the characters talked to each other, they did not brood for years on end like they do in about 95% of these books.
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Date: 2012-08-03 01:05 am (UTC)So that helps. But I do need to up the exercise. Do more than walk.