January 31st, 2008

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ultra_lilac goes where everyone knows her name:

Whilst waiting for the bus today I saw a bumper sticker on the back of somebodies jeep that read:

"I live in my own little world, but it's OK. Everybody knows me here".
It made me ponder. I read a very scathing magazine article when I was about 13 or so about people who live too much in their own heads, and it made me wary of sliding into that way of being myself.

But it's kind of a nice way to live really, isn't it? Everybody does know you there.

There are familiar cities and forests and palaces to explore. Old friends from before you really knew who you were yourself still live there and can be called on at anytime without the tiresome need to apologise for lack of correspondence.

The weather is usually good and the food at the perfectly appointed and reasonably priced cafes almost seems like it was made exactly with you in mind.

It may not be a healthy place to live, but it does one good to visit from time to time.

Context is QWP, f-locked, and happy to stand you a pint the next time you drop in. 
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The Conservatives' media strategy revealed! It involves scorpions.

In this thread in canpolitik on Prime Minister Harper's self-aggrandizement, sourdick says:

Cool, a Harper-bash thread. Let's all knash our teeth for no reason at the PM that everyone said was going to NUKE THE CHARTER and turn normal loving Canadians INTO SCORPIONS WITH THE POWER OF HIS MIND[...]


To which felis_ultharus retorts:

Bah. If Harper ever really announced that he was going to turn people into scorpions with the power of his mind, the Harper supporters would just accuse his critics of being out of touch with the times.

It would also be claimed we're guilty of kneejerk anti-Americanism because the scorpion-policy would just be in line with a similar policy announced by Bush, and part of a coordination of North American policy begun at the SPP talks.
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Over in fanficrants, a post by nederlandergirl, talking about horrible writing. I present to you, The Ten Commandments of Fanfiction

I.I am the Lord your Mod. You shall have no other mods but me.
II. Thou shalt honour thy English language to keep it holy. Thou shalt not butcher thy punctuation or grammar, for fear of being smitten by Mod.
III. Thou shalt not replace "you're" with "your," and thou shalt remember that "a lot" is two words and NOT ONE, thou dumb fuck.
IV. Thou shalt indent thy freaking paragraphs and place periods at the ends of sentences (which express one complete thought or idea), for sentences are holy, and thou shall use thy COMMA and CONNECTING WORD or SEMICOLON if thou prefers to express more than one complete thought or idea.
V. Thou shalt not create Mary-Sues i.e. "perfect characters," and no, giving them dark and tragic pasts does not excuse thy Mary Sue-ness.
VI. Thou shalt remain in character, for improper characterization is an abomination, and shall be properly ranted about by I, your Mod.
VII. Thou shalt not switch tenses or points of view through out thy story, for the Lord does not wish to read fiction written by smellypants stupidheads.
VIII. Though shalt not ever describe thy female anatomy, for thou has repeatedly proven thyself incapable of doing so without sinking to the lowest level of idiocy. This rule is not debatable, and thou should be ashamed of thyself for bringing this rule about, for most of thou are female, and should probably have seen thy junk at least once, for fuck's sake.
IX. When a character is alone in a building, thou shalt never feel the need to explain the whereabouts of other inhabitants at this time, for thy story is not an alibi, and thy boring details are akin to having teeth pulled without anasthesia.
X. Thou shalt not apologize for "sucking at summaries" for the Lord hath createth thy summaries in the image of thy story. Thy summary does not suck. Thy writing sucks.
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