valarltd: (ravenclaw princess bride)
I've been having a lot of problems lately with my friends.
I make a decision, after much deliberation and they tell me it's wrong.

~~~
Case the first:

I'm burned out on writing. I've been doing this for over a decade, and each book sells worse than the one before. I don't even write. I type by pavlovian reflex. I put on the playlist and let the music get my fingers going. I don't have any new ideas.

So, I'm going to finish four projects:

Mystery of the Monkey God, closing out the Lord Withycombe adventures

The children's series I write under a pseudonym. There are two books at least, possibly four. But they're short, not even novella length, and half written already.

The Eight Thrones cycle. I need to finish edits on Anthony, rewrite Niko-Chan, go over Glad Hands and finish Master Anton. Then we'll see where we go from there. My partner hates a very pivotal figure and most of the plot after his arrival.

the BDSM contemporary novel I'm writing solely to get rights to some cover art.

Yet...
Everyone says that this is bad. That I should do all the other stories on that endless list on the front page first. That "Brain Eaters of Algol 3" won't be a total disaster (why wouldn't it? Every other Cliff Cody story sucked) That vague ideas I noted to avoid losing them should be given valuable house space in lieu of my major projects.

Or that I'm needed for this short and that short and the other anthology. Here, have some distraction.

~~~
Case the Second

There is a part of my identity that I have had for decades. However, while it has brought me minor pleasure on rare occasion, it has caused much more upset, constant pining, dissatisfaction and unhappiness.

I have chosen to give this up. I no longer pursue experiences or even fantasize about them. I don't plan to write them except where it cannot be helped. By choosing to no longer desire what I cannot have, I hope to be calmer and more at peace with what I do have.

And yet. I'm chastised for discarding part of my identity. I'm told it will only make me more unhappy to do this. I'm told it's a waste. My reasoning and all is questioned. I'm told I'll never be free and I'll only make myself miserable trying.

~~~
On one hand, I understand they want to make sure I've thought things through and am not doing a knee-jerk, heat of the moment decision. On the other, I'm safe-wording out and being told, "No, you're not red, you're still green. Take some more."
valarltd: (chained for your protection)
There was a shooting at the offices of the anti-gay hate group, the Family Research Council. A security guard was wounded.

http://thinkprogress.org/politics/2012/08/15/695411/gunman-wounds-security-guard-at-family-research-council/

The QUILTBAG leaders came together and penned a very nice letter, and the major organizations all signed on.

http://www.glaad.org/blog/lgbt-organizations-release-joint-statement-regarding-shooting-family-research-council-frc

The FRC knowingly lies about gay people, uses outdated and fraudulant studies and has helped sponsor Uganda's "Kill the Gays" bill as a trial ballon for one here.
In the face of that, the response of the Professional Gay Rights folks was very civilized.


My response was not so civilized. I wrote filk. It kind of goes to "I've been working on the Railroad." (doesn't quite scan, but if you know what I'm filking, it can work)

The eyes of the QUILTBAG they are upon you,
Tony Perkins, dear.
We missed your lying ass in DC, but we'll win yet, have no fear.
Your policies are hate based. Your people all are old.
The future clear belongs to us, the free and the strong and the bold!

The eyes of the Christian Right are on you,
Tony Perkins dear
Our leaders sent you hope and prayers. All civilized, they shed a tear
The rest of us, we are cheering. We'd see your lies blown to kingdom come
To take your Talibangelical troops and march them through Hell with a fife and a drum
valarltd: (Default)
Terra's done
The CDs are burnt.
2 loads of laundry are dried.
And a Spock/McCoy pic is ready for the door.


The post office opened my mail again. Gee, you know, a thank you note/soicitation from a local charity is SUUUUCH a threat.

Reading some old zines as I was assembling them to go.
From Circle of Light 3:
(Luke has been captured by bounty hunters, and is getting info from his cell-mate)

"How many are there?" Luke asked

"Only two," said Sijmohn, sitting back down next to Luke. "the one with the dark hair, watch for him. He is bent."

Luke was puzzled. "Bent?"

"One who is as a woman," said Sijmohn, smiling faintly. "He'd find you pretty."

Luke swallowed.


OK, so we have homophobia and sexism in one paragraph... I thought this was at a time when gayness was verbotan in SW fanfic. I guess it was OK if you portrayed it as "bent" and the province of rapists.

Cranky now.
valarltd: (Default)
I know I'm being fandom wanked, so I know this is fair game.

I hate explaining.

possibly more babble on male fic writers and men in general )
valarltd: (Default)
I have had it up to HERE with the clueless hetboys.

The ones who equate stopping abortion with stopping a parent abusing a toddler in a store. (um, the words potential vs actual are very lost on you)
The ones who will never be pregnant but feel they have the right to sit in judgement.
The ones who think filling birth control prescriptions is infringing on the pharmacist's rights.

And if I never hear "Lesbian in a male body" again, it will be too soon. (Tranny-dykes cheerfully excluded from that) If your penis plays ANY part in your sexuality, you are not a lesbian. You're just a clueless hetboy. And I am here to put the smack-down on you with my Clue-by-Four of Enlightenment.

The ones who find gays revolting and think it's normal to be revolted, but love watching two girls go at it. As Selina Rosen says: The only women featured in those fantasies are young and slim and and gorgeous. They are never overweighht, middle-aged ladies who wind up sleeping on each other's boobs.


If I weren't off the market, I'd stage my own version of Lysistrata. Just say no to sex with homophobic pro-lifers.

Sister Broadsword of Reasoned Discussion signing off!
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FBI Issues Alert Against Almanac Carriers

WASHINGTON - The FBI (news - web sites) is warning police nationwide to be alert for people carrying almanacs, cautioning that the popular reference books covering everything from abbreviations to weather trends could be used for terrorist planning.

We've entered the Twilight Zone folks.

Diuerse Dissasters as Granny Weatherwax's would say.


Terroristic selections from my Old Farmer's Almanac collection:

"America is a fine country, but it suffers from a dearth of harpists."

"Wear a yellow and a black garter to church Easter Sunday. Wear them every Sunday after, and you'll be married in the year."

"1920: Soviet geneticists invent seedless corn."

"Plant root crops on a waxing moon."

"Last frost tonight."
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I realize life is not fair. But I think laws should be.

I think we should take care of widows and orphans, aid the outcast and show hospitality to the stranger in our gates. Love and cling to the wives (or husbands) of our youth. Is that not what the Bible that 85% of Americans claim they believe teaches? How can even extreme conservatives, who claim most of the Christian high-ground, argue? How can they cut the aid to the poor, stone the outcast and lock the stranger out for jackels to eat?
Bush lost me when he cut veterans' benefits and service personnel pay in the middle of a war.

I believe we should help the less-fortunate, and not line corporation pockets where the CEO makes over a thousand times what his workers do. I believe in free enterprise, and own stock in a number of companies. I was even a direct capitalist (manufacturing, producing and selling my own work) for a time. But one doesn't lay off 10,000 people so the Board can have their bonuses.

I think a basic education is every child's right, regardless of where they live, and that a national curriculum is the logical solution in our highly mobile society. (this would also standardize teacher training throughout the country) I think public college should be funded as an extension of high school. A BA is the basic hoop needed to enter the middle class anymore. Why should there be a huge obstacle to getting it? I think credentialism is rampant, and more kids should be urged into manual trades. We can always use plumbers and builders and nurses. Too many English majors and not enough electricians. Think Golgafrinchian Ark 2.

I think the money a family makes is made to support the family. I think taxes are a public trust and should be used for the good of the public: roads, schools, fire and police protection, and not poured out on boondoggles like Air bases that will be obsolete before they're used or studies to find why eggplants mate to Mantovani and not Mancini. Flat taxes are regressive, and VAT taxes (esp. on food and medicine) moreso.

I support recycling. I support reducing consumption, buying second hand, repairing and turning worn clothing into other things. I like gardening and think the organic produce from my garden is healthier than the highly waxed perfect stuff from Wal-Mart.

I think clean air and clean water are necessities. I don't think any corporation's profits should come before that.

Not sure where that puts me on the spectrum.

Pissy mood

Jul. 15th, 2003 12:15 pm
valarltd: (mad)
Just severely out of temper, and took it out on a hapless poster on one of my mailinglists.

He tries to put women on a pedastal as perfection, and that gay men are removing themselves from women to keep from causing the perfect, wonderful beings any more distress.

He's either smoking too much Starhawk, or trying to get into someone's pants, is my opinion.

I suggested male homosexuality was another form of misogyny instead of a worshipful withdrawal. The words I hear about women from gay men are of loathing and revulsion, not of awe and worship.




I'm feeling misogynistic, so here's my point:

Women don't belong on pedastals. We're not perfect. In fact, the vast majority of women aren't even interesting.

They throw their brains out of their heads in their teens, and present themselves as sex objects. Men, seeing this, treat them as such. Some women actually have the nerve to complain about this treatment. Their mouths say "pigs" while their bodies and modes of dress are saying "come and get it." If one is dressed like a streetwalker, there is no room to complain when men ogle the goods on display.

By the time this fades, they've gotten caught in a rut of career/children/debt and have no time to develop interests in anything outside of those.

Women tend to bloom most after menopause. Then, they have time.
This is why witches and wisewomen are old. This power and wisdom is also why cultures have been afraid of old women forever. Our own culture has decided that "30=dead" or "35 is the next 18" depending on who you talk to. There is no sense of maturity or of dignity that goes with age.

Men hit 45, trade the wife in on a pair of 20's, buy a sportscar and get laughed at.

Women hit 25 and decide they're old bags. 14 year olds want to have babies instead of waiting until they're over the hill at 20.

My mother, still in thrall to her 1950's scripts, has beautiful silver hair. She dyes it an unbecoming red (she's a winter) because it "makes her look younger." I'm finding silver in my own hair, more this year than last. I think I may have dyed mine for the last time in May.

I'm ranting and rambling.

Being aware of the ways in which I despise my own sex (and the ways I use to cover it) tends to warn me when someone else is using the same tactics.
valarltd: (mad)
Yet another quiz result )


A while back, during the Firefly Vidding Kerfuffle, [livejournal.com profile] elke_tanzer said something about men thinking nothing of appropriating women's work.

I ran across a song that reminded me of that.
You know, of course, the Dixie Chicks had their big hit with "Good-bye Earl," in which an abused woman kills her husband. (but much peppier and upbeat than Martina McBride's "Independence Day" where the battered wife kills herself along with her husband)

Ray Stevens, a man I liked and respected, recorded "Hey girls, this is Earl. I didn't Die."

The premise is, Earl survived and has gone to the law on them for attempted murder. Nowhere in the song do the cops slap him in irons for
"walked right through the restraining order and put her in intensive care."

Makes me mad.

Under age?

Apr. 9th, 2003 02:52 pm
valarltd: (intrigue)
This is a rant. It in no way reflects the policies of LJ, or fandom as a whole.

How do we determine underage?

The 18 cutoff seems insane in fandoms like Buffy and Smallville. Especially since Buffy gave it up on her 17th birthday in canon. Someone mentioned it was illegal to depict those under 18 as having sex, because that's kiddie porn.

In that case, Joss & Co., the creators of Dawson's Creek, and every teen sex comedy ever made are all violating the law. So are any after-school specials that deal in pregnancy.

Stephen King gave us 7 twelve year olds having sex (1 girl, six boys) in It.

Heinlein gave us a 15 year old with "romantic fever," (I will Fear No Evil) a 12 giving it away willingly (ibid) a 13 year old coming home announcing "Mum, I guess I'm pregnant" (Friday)

Juliet is canonically 13. Two weeks away from her 14th birthday, and her mother was pregnant at 14 as well.

Judy Blume present 16 & 17 year olds having realistic sex in Forever.

In Chasing Amy, the girl has had a menage a trois before she's out of high school.


I think there is a huge difference between "kiddy-porn" and teen sex. Time Magazine reports that 1/2 of all 16 year olds have had sex. 3/4 have had oral sex and 1/3 have had anal sex.

I think, by insisting all our characters be over 18 before they do ANYTHING is a disservice. And it limits us.

I can see Ron and Hermione stealing a kiss by the time of Goblet of Fire. I can even see Hermione getting swept away by the older Viktor Krumm and making out past a point she's comfortable. (She's 14. My little sister was sleeping around at 14)

I honestly think there's a cutoff at puberty, around 12-13, where anything below should be considered a bad idea (or at least abuse). I think 13-15 is kind of dicey. But I know people who were having babies at that age, and think 16 is too old to be breeding.

I have no problem with 16 and over in explicit sexual situations, esp. if it is established that their society accepts that. Remember, Scarlett O'Hara was 16 at the beginning of Gone with the Wind. She was flirting, flashing her bosom and trying to catch a husband. India Wilkes was a washed-up old maid at 20.
She had her first child before her 17th birthday.

For your consideration, from my college madrigal group:

And I were a maiden c1510


And I were a maiden
As any one is
For all the gold in England
I would not do amiss

And I were a wanton wench
Of twelve years of age
These courtiers with their amours
They kindled my courage

And when I was come to
The age of fifteen year
In all this land, neither free nor bond
Methought I had no peer

The actual sound file



Rant over. I think I had a point somewhere.
valarltd: (zoo)
I. have. had. it.
I'm moving to Australia.

I went to bed with hubby in my arms, now hubby's lying on my hair...
You know the drill.

Anyway, so I roust the crew, who hasn't been out of bed before noon all week, out at 6. Big kids have dr. appointments.

I go to work, get the library all opened. (BTW, did I mention making coffee for the coffee shop has ben added to my list of duties this week? I fraggin hate coffee!)

We go to the doctor. Hubby gets lost and we're a little late for one appointment. On the way, i check my planner. I have, of course, scheduled MY physical on the same day at the same time that my Jonner goes in for his semi-annual ear check. Fuckses, precious.

I get called to the desk (hubby has gone to the bathroom, and apparently fallen in). The appointment was last Friday. At 8:20 and 8:40. I wish i was in Australia.

I think I had a nervous break-down on the receptionist's counter. I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry, so I sorta did both. She took pity and they worked us in. (the schedule was light)

Oldest daughter is in the 130% percentile for her height. She is 5'5" and weighs 102. Obi is dead average for an 8 year old.

She's showing a bit of scoliosis, but what scared me were the words Marfan's Syndrome.

So she's got a genetics appointment, as does Obi for Levy-Roussay.

We called the doctor when we got home to make an appointment for my ears.
He leaves the office at noon, and it was 12:10.

Then the storm moved in so i had to move the kids' party to the house.
We had some fun. River Rat was a hit (sort of musical chairs, the person caught in the river[throw rug] is out).

Last night, I went to Wal-Mart to get party stuff. A basket full of stuff and my card won't swipe. Turns out if you dispute a charge, the bank cancels your debit card. Naturally, i didn't have my checkbook.

Now I have 7 kids playing boardgames (including Escape the Death Star) while Popeye cartoons run in the background.

The worst is, i can't go to bed and read slash until i feel better.
I have to stay up another hour or two until they start to drop.

It has been a terrible horrible no good very bad week.
Some weeks are like that. Even in Australia.

ugh

Mar. 27th, 2003 02:16 pm
valarltd: (lucius)
it's been a hellacious week.

So this morning, the gal from Charlotte says unkind things about crafters. I hated the "if it's women's work it's oppressive and not worth doing" subtext of her article.
http://www.charlotte.com/mld/observer/entertainment/performing_arts/5460/5460889.htm

OK, so working with our hands doesn't remove the fear. But it soothed me in those dreadful post 9/11 days until I could think and act. It continues to soothe me so I can sleep and maintain a semblence of normalcy for my kids. Also the idea of sewing as oppressive: so ill-fitting clothing isn't? I sew from necessity. I have to make a pair of pants tonight.
For 2 hours work, i'll have something useful for my actual work. If she shoots hoops for 2 hours, what will she have to show?


And I got word that my squares for an exchange weren't right. Damn but claret and burgundy look alike in the dark!

No mail yet, says hubby. Hope my hat comes. Gonna fasten buttons in the braid around it. Hope I still have my "Graduate Han Solo School of Hyperdrive Repair" one.

Hubby answered the phone "Schuster, Shyster and Scheister."
I asked for "Schiller."

Pricing button maker. Will see what buttons are selling for at MWC. And what size is popular.

Got the TIE fighter square done. Must size up to match Alliance insignia.
Starting X-wing.

blah. Just blah.
valarltd: (mad)
So I knew it would suck when i found out it was the annual enrollment for health insurance

Medical costs are going up about 18% annually.
This is ridiculous.

My insurance went up 30%. I'm now paying $366/mo. Thank goodness the school picks up the rest of the $925 it costs to insure me and mine.

The words "Disease Management Program," in combination with singling out the people who had cost the program the most, frighten me. It sounds a bit like veiled euthanasia. A slight substitution in the medication, and the person dies...


Had to use the end of my savings to bail out the checking.
Augh!

And that means I have to work late.
Another hour.

Grrr

Mar. 20th, 2003 10:18 pm
valarltd: (mad)
My day SO did not get better.

Hubby didn't come home. I finally remembered he had parent-teacher conferences.

The clock on my cmputer is slow. I forgot this.

Dinner didn't get done in time for the older kids to eat before play practice.

While they were gone, I got busy and the littles ate the food I had put back for the big kids.

When we came home, Dollface took a header out of the car and onto out concrete drive

The Stupid Cat knocked an antique knick-knack shelf off and broke a decorative finial.

Got the laundry done, and fed the big kids the remnants of supper, and PB& banana sandwiches.


The high point of my day was a puffy from the Christmas exchange. GORGEOUS squares that I must get the pattern for.

I'm going to the tub. And then to bed.
valarltd: (zoo)
Note, I am deliberately ignoring the war. I know there are people fighting, dying and suffering everywhere, and that my annoyances are but trivial. That's why it's called "annoyance" not "life-threatening danger."

1) That my keys went missing. I literally cannot leave my house without my keys. Our doors deadbolt and without the key I cannot unlock them.

2) That my kids couldn't get their lunches packed because younger sibs had eaten all the chips and drunk the juice. (Had they packed last night, I could have fixed this)

3) That $5 of gas was just over 3 gallons.

4) That I cut my legs shaving

5) That i forgot my lunch

6) That Kix 106 played nothing but jingoist music. "Have you forgotten", "God Bless the USA," "God Bless America," "Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue," and Hank Jr's remake of "Country Boy can Survive" which is now "America can survive." Only 2 of those actually offend me on their own, but all jammed together they were nauseating. I channel hopped a lot.

7) That I was late for work, because of the keys.

8) That Bunny whined about hating Disney because I got her Disney princess invitations for her party.

9) That Dollface was unusually stubborn and took to hiding behind the toilet instead of getting dressed.


My day is not looking any better
valarltd: (intrigue)
Nope, nope, nope, can't make me.

Ok, so I watched several hours of TV last night.

I hereby resolve not to write the following:

1) A Sentinel fic where the boys call each other "Hoss" and "Little Joe" all night.

2) A SV fic where RedK!Clark pounces Lana.

3) An SV fic where RedK!Clark pounces Lana, shags Jessie rotten in the Ferrari and then burns rubber to the Mansion to ravish Lex.

4) The SV fic where Lex and Clark run away to Metropolis together and live a life of decadent, wanton abandon in the Luthor Penthouse of Evil.

5) The SV fic where RedK!Clark pounces Lionel Luthor (others have already done this).

6) The SV fic where Lex finds out about Lionel & Clark, and gets jealous.

7) The Buffy fic where Angel gropes the unconscious Xander as he pulls him out of the gas-filled school basement.

8) The Buffy fic where Xander and Giles minister to poor, sick, gas-afflicted Willow. (eeep, that SO violates teacher/student fraternization rules!)

9) I ain't even touching the song "Toy Love, Boy Love."
@_@! (it's from Velveteen Rabbit) Who knew Crittendon County was so progressive? For The Nutcracker Clara had 2 mommies (one a drag king), for Rabbit the bunny is girl (thus oversexualizing it, but without the slashy implications of boy with male rabbit)
Sigh, I wish i could turn my brain off. Right now I have to ponder how to make a Pull-toy Chicken costume.


This morning, a radio poll said 64% of people locally favor pulling the Dixie Chicks' music from airplay.
I am disgustipated.

Are we as Americans not all about Freedom of Speech? FoS doesn't mean "Freedom for those whose views I like." The real challenge to FoS is supporting those whose views you despise.

A personal boycott is one thing. Please, feel free to change the channel. Me, I want to hear "Travelin' Soldier" and "Long Time Gone." (The latter an amazingly lesbian song for a C&W crowd). I'd even go for some "Good-Bye Earl." Leave the playlists alone.

Morning rant off.

I'm pissed, creative, annoyed, silly and grouchy all in one.

Update

Mar. 11th, 2003 03:26 pm
valarltd: (Default)
I commented on Worley's "Have you forgotten" HERE

Salon.com has their own take.
http://www.salon.com/ent/music/feature/2003/03/11/worley/index.html

"Darryl Worley's hot new country single "Have You Forgotten?" plumbs a new low in post-9/11 pop, arguing that to avenge terror we must attack Iraq."

I wish I could give him the benefit of the doubt and say he's urging Bush to finish in Afghanistan, but he's not.

I am digustipated.
valarltd: (intrigue)
So anyway, I'm big on country music. I like the beat, I like the sound. It's a natural descendent of folk which I adore.

But lately, I'm not too keen on what's being played.

For everything like the Dixie Chicks' "Travelling Soldier" there's a lot of half-pop stuff like Mark Wills "Nineteen Something" and far too much like Tobey Keith's "Talk about me" (an unholy hybrid of rap & country) and "Chrome."

Lately, some of the singers are getting a bit more political.
Darrel Worley, whose work I like (I adore "I Miss my Friend." The video is a tear-jerker, even if it did mess with my mind by being het), released this gem lately.

Have you Forgotten? )

And the DJs were cheering.
::shudder:: I personally think we need to finish the last war before starting a new one.

Y'all pardon me while I go watch the "Nineteen Something" video, with the kids in vest and cape chasing each other with a Kenner brand TIE fighter and Millennium Falcon.

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