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I meant to bitch about this the other day, but Dear Badfic author, when I read your long-ass chapter story in spite of its many problems and the last chapter is a cliff-hanger, don't tell me it's done and you're not sure when you'll get around to writing a sequel. What if I want to know RIGHT NOW what happens next? I mean, in spite of the fact that it's a not-very-good story with multiple issues? Don't leave me hanging like that!
We lost power around midnight last night, and I thought, oh, no, we made it through the beginning of SNOMG! with electricity, why now? And I'd been feeling all smug about it, too. But there's still so much snow on the trees and power lines. I guess there's a reason that on Saturday, 70,000 Allegheny Power customers were without electricity, and on Sunday, there were 90,000. (50,000 yesterday.) But it came back on around 5am, thank goodness. I was not looking forward to taking a shower by candlelight - our bathroom has no windows - and dragging me and my laptop to Starbucks for some coffee and power.
I had a long entry typed up yesterday about the whole Winchester family, and why I don't think having every secondary character die except Bobby and Castiel is as gender faily as we seem to think, and it's gone now. Probably just as well. It wasn't finished, and I can barely remember my point, and the whole "saved from a draft" feature doesn't seem to have noticed it, so you all are spared.
Larry has a cold. As I told Lois, my initial, visceral reaction to news that he has a cold is to take a baseball bat and beat in his head, but he's been trying really hard not to whine, so I convinced him to stay home and not spread his germs all over his BURN UNIT today. I mean, I don't think you can catch a cold through a skin graft, but surely the fewer germs floating around, the better.
I had some major issues with Cinderella, and I have dragged out the process of fixing them right up until the last minute, but I think we're good to go tomorrow. If not, well, too late now. The thing is, it's not like we don't all know the story already. And my story is very much the Disney movie, only set in Regency London. So, why do we care enough to read a story in which we already know the plot? Because we care about the characters. So, I'm working on making you want to care about them.
Writing is hard, yo.
Oh, oh, I remember what was in my lost post. What led to me talking about gender fail in the first place. I don't want to read one more story which contains the phrases "When did you turn into a girl?" or "That makes you the girl," unless it's a gender swap story, and even then, I'm not so sure. It drives me crazy when one character says that to another character, or themselves, when they are OMG showing emotions. Or caring about what they wear, or the future, or if the other person LIKES THEM. Why is being a girl considered to be an acceptable insult, even when they're kidding?
And don't get me started on sexual positions and topping and bottoming, and if bottoming is OOC for someone if they're a big, strong, successful, assertive person. Bottoming does not make someone a girl, and it does not make them somehow LESS. Being a girl is not LESS.
That's the kind of gender!fail that annoys the crap out of me, not whether Ruby 1 & 2/Bela/Mary/Jessica/Pamela/Jo/Ellen/Eva/Deana Campbell/Meg 1/still-a-spoiler person dies, in a show that has firmly established that ALL of the supporting characters die eventually, even if it doesn't serve the plot details of a particular episode, but merely serves to support the overall story arc that the Winchesters are ALL ALONE, and where Andy/Jake/Hendrickson/Uriel/John/Father Jim/Caleb/Samuel Campbell/Daniel Elkins/Gordon/Jimmy Novak/Nick Whatshisname also die, sometimes seemingly gratuitously.
Sure Bobby and Castiel are still around, but that's the realities of network TV. The fans like 'em. You can't change the realities of network TV. They were firmly established a long time ago.
See, you weren't saved my ramblings after all.
Okay, having house guests is not conducive to getting anything done, so it's best I go do something useful.
We lost power around midnight last night, and I thought, oh, no, we made it through the beginning of SNOMG! with electricity, why now? And I'd been feeling all smug about it, too. But there's still so much snow on the trees and power lines. I guess there's a reason that on Saturday, 70,000 Allegheny Power customers were without electricity, and on Sunday, there were 90,000. (50,000 yesterday.) But it came back on around 5am, thank goodness. I was not looking forward to taking a shower by candlelight - our bathroom has no windows - and dragging me and my laptop to Starbucks for some coffee and power.
I had a long entry typed up yesterday about the whole Winchester family, and why I don't think having every secondary character die except Bobby and Castiel is as gender faily as we seem to think, and it's gone now. Probably just as well. It wasn't finished, and I can barely remember my point, and the whole "saved from a draft" feature doesn't seem to have noticed it, so you all are spared.
Larry has a cold. As I told Lois, my initial, visceral reaction to news that he has a cold is to take a baseball bat and beat in his head, but he's been trying really hard not to whine, so I convinced him to stay home and not spread his germs all over his BURN UNIT today. I mean, I don't think you can catch a cold through a skin graft, but surely the fewer germs floating around, the better.
I had some major issues with Cinderella, and I have dragged out the process of fixing them right up until the last minute, but I think we're good to go tomorrow. If not, well, too late now. The thing is, it's not like we don't all know the story already. And my story is very much the Disney movie, only set in Regency London. So, why do we care enough to read a story in which we already know the plot? Because we care about the characters. So, I'm working on making you want to care about them.
Writing is hard, yo.
Oh, oh, I remember what was in my lost post. What led to me talking about gender fail in the first place. I don't want to read one more story which contains the phrases "When did you turn into a girl?" or "That makes you the girl," unless it's a gender swap story, and even then, I'm not so sure. It drives me crazy when one character says that to another character, or themselves, when they are OMG showing emotions. Or caring about what they wear, or the future, or if the other person LIKES THEM. Why is being a girl considered to be an acceptable insult, even when they're kidding?
And don't get me started on sexual positions and topping and bottoming, and if bottoming is OOC for someone if they're a big, strong, successful, assertive person. Bottoming does not make someone a girl, and it does not make them somehow LESS. Being a girl is not LESS.
That's the kind of gender!fail that annoys the crap out of me, not whether Ruby 1 & 2/Bela/Mary/Jessica/Pamela/Jo/Ellen/Eva/Deana Campbell/Meg 1/still-a-spoiler person dies, in a show that has firmly established that ALL of the supporting characters die eventually, even if it doesn't serve the plot details of a particular episode, but merely serves to support the overall story arc that the Winchesters are ALL ALONE, and where Andy/Jake/Hendrickson/Uriel/John/Father Jim/Caleb/Samuel Campbell/Daniel Elkins/Gordon/Jimmy Novak/Nick Whatshisname also die, sometimes seemingly gratuitously.
Sure Bobby and Castiel are still around, but that's the realities of network TV. The fans like 'em. You can't change the realities of network TV. They were firmly established a long time ago.
See, you weren't saved my ramblings after all.
Okay, having house guests is not conducive to getting anything done, so it's best I go do something useful.