starvinbohemian

Dear Person Who Edited the Fallen Angel Wikipedia Entry,

I hate you. That page used to be filled to the brink with useful information for my novel-in-progress, information that I needed, including countless lists of names, links, charts, and cross-references that I was depending on.

Now? It's a useless stub from one religious perspective that provides no information to anyone. So, thank you for that.

Kiss off and die,

Me

Woooooooee is me after this latest episode.


( Alas, dear sir... )

If it's Monday, then it's time for [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com].


( OMG, Heroes, please never do a seasonally themed episode ever again... )

Sometimes, I'm amazed by what I get away with. I dropped the ball majorly this week not once, but twice. I forgot about a paper/presentation until an hour before it was due, and I thought a test was another day until I was actually sitting there watching the professor hand out the test that I had in no way prepared myself for. I ran, by the way. Yes, indeed, straight out of the room, through the parking lot, and into my Daewo, within which I drove away from the campus and that test.

By all rights, I should suffer some serious consequences for being such an idiot this week, but I won't. Because I've somehow managed to turn this fumble into a victory with absolutely no consequences whatsoever. Go figure.


Anyway.


I'm finally caught up on Friday Night Lights. After a glorious first season, they had me a bit worried in season two, but season three entirely makes up for it. Well, except for the part where I'm left emotionally shattered. Street 'n Smash. I just... guh. This show is so good I can barely stand it. And as far as finales go, I almost wish they weren't coming back in a few weeks for a fourth season because the season three finale was so perfect it could have been the end. It's kinda ridiculous how much they make you care about these fictional characters.


Also, I had a revelation today about my novel-in-progress. In my story's underlying structure, I've been unintentionally mirroring the story of Moses/Exodus from the Bible. I can't believe I never realized it before! Just realizing what I've been doing has broken down so many walls and problems I've been having with it that I'm really excited about where I can go from here. Of course, this revelation is also a bit of a burden because now I have to think deep thoughts about all the new issues this raises in terms of character motivation (etc.)...

Heroes meta time.


( Wherein the pace continues to drag and ZQ's hair continues to frighten me... )

My favorite episode in a long time. Not getting my hopes up too high, but this is still a good sign of things to come. Of course, I said that a time or two last season...



( Meta, meta, meta... )

Hmn. I'm torn here. I loved The Vampire Diaries books once upon a time during that vampire stage which every angsty teenage girl apparently must go through. But now the books have been made into a CW show in order to jump on the Twilight/True Blood bandwagon. I have no interest whatsoever in watching this show because it no doubt rapes my beloved books while it simultaneously rapes my intelligence-- as most CW shows tend to do.

However. Suddenly, there's VD fic. There are a few book!fics, but they are woefully few and I've been most in need of more Stefan/Damon. So, I'm wondering if I can get away with reading the fic without watching the show. Has anyone seen the show and read the books? Is it doable?

Yesterday was pretty much the worst a day could have been short of Hiroshima. Exaggeration? Yes. But painful, nonetheless.

On my way to taking Sophie to get fixed-- something I've felt somewhat morally opposed to, despite all the self-righteous shouts of fix your dog or you're going to HELL that I've been hearing from every corner of the globe-- my car died. At a stoplight. Just as the light turned green and several cars pulled up behind me. Awesome. We were late to the appointment, by the way.

My car apparently has a million things wrong with it just in time for my grad classes to start. In other words, when I need it in order to bounce between two different schools and work during the week.

Worst of all, I was at work when a migraine chose to rise from the depths of my shrinking capillaries. I was blinded by an altogether new kind of "floater" in my vision. Instead of the usual fuzzy white spots in my vision giving me that courtesy twenty minute warning to get my ass to a bathroom in case it's time to throw up and before I lose the power of coherent speech-- the new floater more resembles what I imagine having kaleidoscopes for eyes would be like. Over ten years into the game, and my migraines decide to change the game now?

So, now I'm in the migraine next-day hangover phase. And I haven't had a full night's sleep in a week. If somebody doesn't hand me a cookie soon, I might snap.



In Heroes news, I'm still not sure if I'm going to be continuing to write the weekly meta. I caught the second half of the premiere, and I was so ridiculously bored I had to fight the impulse not to re-watch episodes of Glee instead. I really think my investment in this show is as dead as Nathan Petrelli's corpse. My love for the show has always been based on a love for the Petrelli brothers, so what am I supposed to cling to now? Matt Parkman? Ando? The excellent, coherent, continuity-respecting writing? HA-- just kidding! I wish. But I love [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] and my fannish friends, so we'll see.

In other news, Glee is the greatest thing since sliced bread. Makes me happy times a thousand.

Okay, guys. Why did no one inform me that there was a remake of Sleuth, staring Jude Law and Michael Caine (again)??? And that it was the HOTTEST THING EVER???????

I never would have thought Caine/Law would be the hottest, slashiest thing I'd seen since Draco Malfoy wandered out into fandom in leather pants, but by golly!

I don't know what it is about Jude Law that makes people keep casting him as a seductive destroyer of wealthy, older (and younger) men. Oh, wait, yes, I do. Even at thirty-something, the man still looks like jailbait. It's the Death in Venice/Dorian Grey/Lord Alfred "Bosie" Douglas syndrome. And I have a feeling he's pretty much every straight man's exception.

Been MIA for a bit due to the rapid bombardment of changes and transitions in mine life. I don't do well with change (i.e. transitions), so avoidance was key.

A good transition: I got a job as a volunteer at the Childrens' Services office. They don't pay me, but this job is going to secure me a spot in the MSW program next year. I scored big with this placement because they treat me more like an intern than a volunteer. I've gotten to read case files and shadow social workers during investigations, meetings, visitations, etc. It's been really exciting, though I've been informed that I have no soul/something's wrong with me because I'm excited about this job. Pfft! I'm not a sociopath. I just went into the experience expecting to encounter sad stories and situations. That's kinda what social work is.

Now, for some fandom business.

Sarah Rees Brennan (formerly known in fandom as the illustrious Maya) wrote an interesting essay about how reversing the genders of popular fictional characters reveals how much harsher fans tend to judge female characters as opposed to males.

Quote from section on Harry Potter: "I think people would be less fond of him if he was Harriet Potter. If he was a girl, and she'd had a sad childhood but risen above it, and she'd found fast friends, and been naturally talented at her school's only important sport, and saved the day at least seven times. If she'd had most of the boys in the series fancy her, and mention made of boys following her around admiring her. If the only talent she didn't have was dismissed by her guy friend who did have it. If she was often told by people of her numerous awesome qualities, and was in fact Chosen by Fate to be awesome.

Well, then she'd be just like Harry Potter, but a girl. But I don't think people would like her as much."

I'm inclined to agree. I know I wouldn't care for Harriet Potter. But then again, I don't care much for Harry for these exact reasons. For every Mary Su, there is a dozen Gary Stus wandering around.

Here's another analysis by [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com], wherein she writes about how changing Harry's gender would negate the entire series. Though an interesting read, I mostly disagree with her ideas. For instance, I think "Harriet" would, if anything, incur Petunia's wrath even more than Harry did by further resembling Lily. Nor do I believe Snape would have been any kinder to her than he was to Harry. True, Harry galled him by so closely resembling James, but Harriet would still be James and Lily's kid with all the baggage that comes with. Also, I think Draco would have been just as likely to attempt befriending a female chosen one as a male-- prestige is prestige. Also, Harriet's rejection might have made him even MORE obsessively resentful than he was of Harry because being rejected by a girl would have that extra special layer of sexual rejection on top of plain old regular flavored rejection. Imagine how much of a nuisance he would have been then. Lastly, Harriet would still be Harry-- reckless, Gryffindor personality and all. There's no reason why she wouldn't still find her way onto the Quidditch team or into all those crazy misadventures Harry did. So in essence, I don't believe changing Harry into Harriet would change anything except the popularity of the books. Unfortunately.